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Chapter 198: Pure water dyes skirts, sour plum soup is sweet
Chu Yan expected that Chu Yao would send him a greeting card, but he didn't expect him to be so anxious.

"Your Highness, this is the third letter today."

Cheng Chong came over with the three greeting cards in his hand. Chu Yan was making flower arrangements with Cui Ying. The flowers were blooming at the right time this season, so he had people go to the mansion outside to pick a lot of them.

In addition, the Dongjiao Dam situation is gradually getting better with the joint cooperation of the Water Conservancy Bureau and Changping Division, and he will occasionally visit it.

I just don’t know why his reputation among the people suddenly improved. When he went to comfort the victims, there were still children asking him to hold him.

For such a small child, he carefully broke open the only food in his hand and fed it to him. He couldn't help but remind him of his expectations for the child when Cui Ying was falsely pregnant.

In the past, he always felt that he was lonely and helpless in this world, but it didn't matter. He didn't need that extra emotion anyway.

But later I realized why people in the world were willing to kill lovers even though they knew it.

That's because that kind of warmth made him feel like he was alive, something different, something that made people want to keep it by any means possible.

"Huaiwei, you inserted it wrongly. It doesn't look good if the Shulan is inserted here."

This peach tree was planted by Cui Ying himself, so he let the rest of the peach trees be planted behind this peach tree. Coincidentally, the peach tree was right opposite his study window, and he could see it when he turned his head. .

After arriving in the study, the smile on his face fell, he sat back on the chair, and Cheng Chong took out another letter from his arms.

I handed in the letter two days ago. Counting the days, I can enter Beijing in three days at most.

He coughed and turned to look at the seedling peach tree outside the study.

After those people knew that Ying Dong was going to bring Wan Niang to Beijing, they never stopped assassinating her. This also made them more convinced that there must be the truth about Wan Niang.

The more you try to hide something, the less you can hide anything.

This peach forest was left to him.

"It belongs to Cui Xu. He has entered Shangjing."

"Go and pick him up personally, go to the mansion to wait for me, and go back alone."

She said that the peach blossoms are shining brightly, and when the peach trees grow up next year, this peach blossom forest will definitely be very beautiful in April when the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

"Then let him show me some of his skills."

She was half-kneeling on the small couch, with her hands on the table, and she kissed him on the lips over the flowers in the porcelain vase. Chu Yan reached out and rubbed her head, and took Cheng Chong to the study.

Cui Ying smiled and nodded, and then said, "Huaiwei has something to do? I'll wait for you here."

He put his hand between his eyebrows and said something. Cheng Chong stepped forward to put the letter away and said, "I understand."

Chu Yan took a deep breath. As long as Wan Niang comes to Shangjing and he knows what happened back then, everything will be over.

The girl's voice brought back Chu Yan's thoughts. He came back to his senses, picked up the orchid and asked her: "Put it here?"

"Ying Dong will be back soon."

Cui Ying cared about this peach tree very much, watering and fertilizing it every day without stopping.

"Yes, but there are many tails behind it."

He also wanted to see this peach blossom forest, but maybe by then, she would have lived the life she wanted.

Putting the letter on the table, Chu Yan raised his eyes and read it. He knew what Cui Xu wrote without reading it. He said last time that he didn't need it. It seemed that he hadn't given up yet.

"Your Highness, the day after tomorrow is also your birthday."

Cheng Chong sighed in his heart and said this. The day after tomorrow is the Queen's Empress's grand festival, but it is also His Highness's birthday, but His Highness has never celebrated it in previous years.

"Just as usual." Chu Yan has never celebrated a birthday. In his impression, this is not really a good day for him.

Over time, he came to realize that it was nothing, since everyone had to kneel in the Buddhist hall all day long. However, when he looked back, he noticed the purple skirt at the door of the study.

Those are the clothes Cui Ying is wearing today.

"Yingying?"

He opened his lips and called out, and Cui Ying walked in with a food box in her hand. She was a little embarrassed, thinking that she had interrupted their conversation.

"Go down."

After saying something to Cheng Chong, Cheng Chong exited and closed the door. The girl walked over with brisk steps and put the food box on the desk. She tilted her head and looked at him: "Qingxue said that the kitchen made sour plum soup to relieve the pain. heat."

The food box was opened, revealing a chilled soup cup inside.

"Huaiwei, can you drink with me?"

She obviously wanted him to drink, but he still wanted to use such a soft tone to accompany her. She always knew that he couldn't refuse her tone.

He stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, held her waist with one hand, and naturally rested his head on her chest. Cui Ying's face suddenly turned red. What was she doing in the blue sky?

"Huaiwei."

Cui Ying pushed him, but without pushing, Chu Yan said in a tired voice: "I'm a little tired, can I lean here for a while?"

She asked him, but he had already done it. She couldn't push him away and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

"Then let me serve Huaiwei a bowl of sour plum soup."

Cui Ying stretched out her hand and filled out a bowl of sour plum soup. Just as she was about to put it to his lips, she saw him raising his head and bumping her hand. The bowl of sour plum soup spilled all over her body.

The dark purple sour plum soup dyed her light purple dress into a different kind of water splash. The sweet and slightly sour smell dissipated in an instant. He lowered his eyes and looked at the water splash with a deep look in his eyes: "It's all wet."

Cui Ying was also stunned, and quickly picked up the bowl that was on her body and put it on the table: "I'm going to change my clothes."

A lot of sour plum juice fell on her fingers, which made it feel sticky.

But as soon as she said these words, someone grabbed her waist and picked her up. Chu Yan put her on the table, pressing his expensive Chengyang gold rice paper. Her eyes were suddenly lifted up, and she could only lower her eyes to look at him. He asked in confusion: "Huaiwei?"

"It doesn't matter. This dress has been dyed in another color. How about making a unique dress for Yingying?"

His hand slowly moved down her waist, and he hooked up a cinnabar imperial pen with one hand, which he usually used to review official documents. All major national events passed through this pen.

But at this time, the top was dyed red again, and the outline was traced along the water splash on her dress. The other hand was restless, and at some point, it reached in.

The slender fingers felt as cool as jade, and the fingertips were cut into a curvature that would not hurt her. Chu Yan sat on the chair, only leaning forward slightly.

"Does Yingying like plum blossoms, peach blossoms, or orchids?"

"Why are you crying?"

He chuckled lightly, and the penholder touched the butterfly pendant on her body, causing the bell to ring a little, and the ambiguous sound of water rang in the somewhat silent room as he described it.

The shallow torture was very excruciating. Cui Ying held his wrist, shook her head and begged him: "Don't."

This is his study. Sometimes, he has to meet with ministers here. What's the point of doing such a thing here?

"Shh, the clean water has soaked your dress. If it's dirty, it won't look good."

Ahem, you guys, please be careful.