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Chapter 12 Osmanthus Cake

The rare rosy clouds flew onto the cheeks of Shui Yanqing, maybe the thousand-year-old iron tree was about to bloom, but it couldn't wait for the time when the flowers were in full bloom.

"Report to the lord, the Marquis of Jinzhong sent someone to report, please return to the mansion quickly, and discuss important matters." A soldier from the periphery came quickly, not daring to delay at all.

Jimoze paused slightly when he entered the black mink velvet zircon boots that Shuiyan was looking at, turned around, and then withdrew.

"Back to Beijing."

It was still a lazy and careless voice, but like Shui Yanqing's life-saving charm, it made her heart reach the ground like a bungee jump.

The mighty sound of horseshoes, and the fluttering Yanwu gauze skirts gradually disappeared at the end of the desert, shrinking into a spot of light and then disappearing in the stars.

"Call-"

Shui Yanqing let out a long breath, and collapsed on the ground as weak as mud. She was extremely thankful that she bowed to the sky a few times before going out.

It seems that God finally opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Jimo Ze had gone far, the handsome man got up and stood up, apologetically pouring out to Shui Yan and said: "It happened suddenly, if there is any abruptness, I hope Miss will forgive me."

The starlight that fell at a glance.

Such a handsome man, how could he bear to blame him?What a sin!
"No, no, no! It's okay!" Shui Yan jumped up excitedly, and a trace of peach blossoms burned the corners of her eyes.

"Gollum—"

Shui Yan's stomach was tilted, and at a very inopportune time, she sang "Empty City Strategies".

The handsome man smiled from the corner of his eyes, took out two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from his bosom, handed one piece to Shui Yan, and said warmly: "I came out in a hurry, and I didn't bring anything. This is from Zhou Jinji Sweet-scented osmanthus cake, please rest your hunger for a while."

Shui Yanqing didn't want to be rewarded for nothing, but her stomach protested again with a "grumble—" and she stopped restraining herself, took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with his body temperature, and tore open the outside without being ladylike. Dark yellow paper.

A scent of sweet-scented osmanthus blows over my face.

"Thank you." Shui Yanqing lowered her head vaguely to express her thanks, then frowned, picked out the sweet-scented osmanthus that was attached to the cake one by one, put it to her mouth, and swallowed most of it in one gulp. A sweetness comes from a mountain spring.

good cake.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat."

"anything else?"

"Well……"

When Shuiyan Qing had a large piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her mouth and was wolfing it down, the handsome man handed it over.

"Slow down, here's another piece." With a doting tone, the warm palm of the ice melted, laying a piece of cake with the sweet-scented osmanthus removed!

He actually knew that he didn't like sweet-scented osmanthus...

Shui Yanqing paused in her chewing movements, looked at this spring-like man in disbelief, and swallowed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was not completely chewed.

After a small lump protruded from the throat, it went down smoothly, and there was a "gulu" sound of saliva.

"You...what's your name?" Shui Yan took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake anxiously, and asked the beautiful boy's name seriously.

Just like "those who bully me will return it ten times in the future", "you should repay the kindness with a spring" is also her principle of life.

And to repay the favor, at least, you have to know what someone's name is.

"Yuhan."

The corners of her eyes were full of hydrangea smiles, and Shui Yanqing seemed to hear the crisp sound of petals blooming.

"Shui Yan Qing."

A short disheveled hair fluttered wildly with the wind, and the half-soaked white shirt that hadn't had time to dry evaporated bit by bit with the hot wind in the desert, surrounded by the moonlight...

Not far away, the brocade knurled raccoon cloak rolled up by the wind danced and twirled in the air.

When the wind stopped, it fell to the ground lightly, crawling into a song.

(End of this chapter)