Chapter 132 I am the palace servant?
This dull mood lingered in Shang Shang Ruyi's heart and dreams all night, as if it corresponded to her mood. The next day, it started to rain on the grassland.
As a result, the hunting competition originally scheduled for the next day was naturally postponed, and everyone hid in the tent.
With this free time, more gossip is inevitable.
Everyone was wrapped in blankets and gathered around the fire pot, listening to the crackling sound above their heads and the sound of rain that seemed to never stop. Their irritability became more and more intense with the sound of rain. Everyone talked about this trip. Where something is wrong, dissatisfaction rises.
Shang Ruyi stood at the door of the tent, listening to the discussions from far and near, his expression became more and more solemn.
She sighed, looked up and looked around again. The rain on the grassland was different from other places. Usually when it rained, she only felt the rain falling on her body. However, when it started to rain here, the entire grassland was covered with rain. Everyone seemed to be shrouded in this endless gray rain curtain, and even breathing was subconsciously difficult.
At this time, a piece of clothing was put on her shoulders.
Looking back, she met Tusheer's concerned eyes, and she said softly: "Miss, stop standing at the door and blowing the wind. Come over and warm yourself by the fire. Why is it so cold in October only?"< br>
Shang Ruyi smiled lightly, put down the tent and walked to the brazier in the center of the tent to sit down.
As soon as he sat down, Mr. Mu walked in with a bowl of hot porridge, and said with a smile: "Young madam, please forgive me for making the fire. This porridge is not very good, so I'll have to drink a little."
Shang Ruyi smiled and said, "I'm not that picky. . ”
As she said, she took it. Sure enough, the porridge was very clear and the rice grains were clearly defined. It was obvious that the cooking time was not enough, but she didn’t complain. She only took two sips and the rice was still fragrant. , the warmth also made her feel a lot more comfortable.
She asked: "What's going on over there in the king's tent?"
Mu Xian sighed and said softly: "I heard that several adults went to advise the emperor. Please take back your orders, stop this patrol and return to Luoyang as soon as possible.”
"Then, what did your Majesty say?"
"He didn't say anything, he just dealt with a few people."
"..."
When Shang Ruyi heard this, he He frowned.
But she couldn't say much about the emperor's affairs. After thinking about it, she asked: "By the way, is there any news from Liaodong?"
Mu Xian shook his head: "There is no news yet."
"Didn't I send a letter to my parents?"
"The young lady's letter was sent more than a month ago. Yes, even if the Duke receives the letter and replies, he will still send it to Luoyang. When we get to Luoyang and then forward it, the journey will be much longer. I'm afraid it will be even later than the young master."
When Yu Wenye was mentioned, Shang Ruyi's eyes immediately dimmed. Looking at the porridge bowl in his hand, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
Mu Xian also regretted his mistake and hurriedly shut his mouth.
Tu Sheer on the side couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
Seeing them like this, Shang Ruyi smiled lightly, put the bowl aside pretending not to care, and said: "It doesn't matter, just wait and see."
Mu Xian said hurriedly: "Then, young lady, will you have another two mouthfuls of porridge?"
Shang Ruyi shook his head: "No, I have no appetite."
For the next time, she really just said "wait", sitting in the tent guarding a burning brazier. Although it was warm, there was always a small place in her heart. There was a chill outside, and unconsciously, the sound of rain gradually subsided, but when I stepped out of the tent, I saw that it was almost dark.
This day just passed. The rain finally stopped, and even as the sun set, everyone came out of the tents where they had stayed all day to stretch their muscles. Tu Sheer immediately asked people to light up a bonfire. She wanted to make some food for Shang Ruyi to appetize her. , Shang Ruyi looked at how busy they were, and just smiled and said: "No need to be too long." Hey, I don’t have much appetite, just two side dishes.”
Tusher said: “What can I do? Miss, I have a bad appetite, so I need to cook more dishes.” Just one bite is enough."
Shang Ruyi shook his head helplessly.
Seeing everyone performing their duties, she was a little idle, so she avoided everyone, carefully avoiding the puddles under her feet, and slowly left the camp.
As she walked, she heard the sound of flags ringing in front of her, and realized that she had unknowingly reached the edge of the camp where she rested and stopped last night.
Looking up, under the thick flagpole, a familiar figure was leaning there.
It’s Yang Suiran.
He was wearing a thick wind cloak, almost covering his whole body airtight. Only the corners of the goose-yellow clothes underneath were exposed around his feet, and you could even see the exquisite embroidery on the hem. A cluster of frost. However, it is very out of place for such exquisite embroidered clothing to appear on the grassland, as it is already stained with a lot of mud.
But Yang Suiran didn't seem to care at all.
He only leaned against the flagpole, with his head half raised, revealing his protruding Adam's apple. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes had a feeling of mist.
He seemed to hear the approaching footsteps. He turned his head. That unrealistically handsome face was a little more gloomy in the last ray of sunset, which made Shang Ruyi even more worried. A hint of heaviness.
Even her steps became heavy.
But immediately, he laughed: "Young Madam is here again?"
Shang Ruyi said: "I didn't expect that Young Master Yang would come here again."
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As she said that, she walked over step by step.
Facing the setting sun, which left only the last trace on the horizon, her white jade-like face was warmly reflected, and even her eyes were like transparent glass, giving people an inappropriately gentle feeling. , Yang casually looked at her face in a daze, and it wasn't until she stopped in front of the flagpole opposite him that he smiled slightly.
Said: "Why can't I come here again?"
Shang Ruyi looked at him and said: "I thought that Mr. Yang would stay with your majesty after the big thing happened last night. By my side."
When he mentioned the big event last night, Yang Suan's face suddenly darkened.
This was also the last thing they talked about before they separated here last night. The words of the two people's argument seemed to be still in their ears, but the result was clearly before their eyes.
Yang Suiyi's eyes were tangled with anger and depression. After being silent for a long time, he did not mention this again. Instead, he looked at Shang Ruyi with a half-smile and said: "Why, the young lady thinks that I am The people around His Majesty?”
Shang Ruyi looked at him calmly: "Isn't Young Master Yang someone who serves His Majesty?"
"..."
"Last night, something happened in the king's tent. Yang Didn’t the young master leave immediately?”
"..."
Yang Ran's eyes flashed and he looked at her with a teasing smile: "Why, the young lady thinks that I am a chamberlain in the palace?"
(End of this chapter) )