Mu Rong Huiyuan blinked her eyes: "Not strange at all, she's very beautiful."
Zheng Lingbo also believed in her evil.
He glanced briefly and happened to find that Rong Yi happened to have his eyes fall on the top of her head. His ears couldn't help but get hotter. He glared at Rong Yi, "What are you looking at?"
Rong Yi pointed at her head in surprise, "There's a butterfly landed on it."
Zheng Lingbo was somewhat surprised. In an instant, her neck felt stiff and she dared not move it: "Really, truly?"
Mu Rong Huiyan was also surprised and hurriedly stood up on tiptoes to have a look.
The butterfly was startled by the movement, its wings trembled slightly, and it fluttered gently towards the side.
Mu Rong Huiyan made a surprised "Yah" sound: "There really is a butterfly."
The two of them laughed in surprise.
Rong Yi took the opportunity to ask, "Is this the flower that the young master of the Liu family just broke?"
Zheng Lingbo couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust: "It's him who broke it."
Rong Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and he blurted out: "How unlucky! Miss Zheng likes it, so let's exchange it for another one. There are so many here. Pick a favorite and wear it wouldn't be better?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Lingbo looked at him in surprise, then turned her gaze to Mu Rong Huiyan.
Mu Rong Huiyan had not yet reacted.
It took her a moment to remember that Rong Yi was now just a gardener helping out, and speaking so carelessly in front of the master of the house was indeed not reasonable.
She bit back her laughter, struggling to hold it in, and finally managed to suppress it. She said in a disjointed manner, "You this scholar, we're kindly letting you tend to the flowers and grass to make a living. Do you think you can treat this as your own garden?"
Rong Yi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It only occurred to him after a while, and he couldn't help but look at Mu Rong Huiyan with a subtle glance, bowing his head in apology.
Zheng Lingbo always felt that something was wrong, but after careful thought, she couldn't figure out where the problem was. She didn't think about it anymore and initiated the conversation to smooth things over.
The two of them left Rong Yi behind and went for a stroll again.
Only after a certain distance did Mu Rong Huiyan pretend to be angry and say, "This scholar, when I first saw him, he was still polite. I kept him working in the courtyard, but I didn't expect him to become so arrogant now."
Zheng Lingbo, upon hearing this, immediately recalled the summer boat ride when Mu Rong Huiyan had shown some interest in Rong Yi.
She had thought at the time that Mu Rong Huiyan had taken a liking to him and overthought it, but later, when they met again and nothing unusual occurred, she thought that Mu Rong Huiyan must have given up.
Just now, it seems that they still have some contact.
Zheng Lingbo pondered for a while and thought about it. After all, since the imperial banquet, she had interacted more with Rong Yi. Not to mention his kindness to her, but in terms of interaction, he was actually quite nice. So she decided to give him an excuse: "I think he's not that arrogant person. It's possible that he was momentarily careless."
Mu Rong Huiyan dragged out her tone, as if she didn't mean to, and asked her, "It seems you have a pretty good impression of this scholar."
Since they often talked about such topics when they saw some young and talented people, Zheng Lingbo did not make any associations and honestly said, "He's quite nice. He's a generous and helpful person."
Mu Rong Huiyan's expression turned vague after hearing his evaluation.
Chivalrous.
Enthusiastic.
A good person.
Are these three words really relevant to that person?
Mu Rong Huiyan was dazed and suddenly widened her eyes.
——Oh, something's wrong!
"He even told you his courtesy name?"
Zheng Lingbo met her gaze and hesitated, "There was something I needed help with, and he said that it would be inconvenient not to know his courtesy name during communication, so he told me his name."
At first, Zheng Lingbo wasn't very used to calling him, but every time she mentioned "Mr. Rong," he looked at her with a mysterious gaze: "We're friends now, aren't we?"
Zheng Lingbo had no choice but to get used to it; with each call, the name became more natural.
Mu Rong Huiyan's eyes immediately shone brighter, and she followed up with a question, "Did you also tell him your name?"
Zheng Lingbo was speechless: "Of course not! A lady's name is something that can't be said to strangers."
They have only exchanged greetings four times, but now Rong Yi also calls her "Miss Zheng."
Mu Rong Huiyan couldn't help but feel a little regretful and suck in her teeth, making a "Yi" sound.
Zheng Lingbo turned to look at her curiously: "What is this reaction for?"
Mu Rong Huiyan said casually, "I saw a fox that took a wrong path."
Zheng Lingbo: "?"
Fox? There's no fox here?
...
After the birthday of Mu Rong Huiyan, the weather gradually cooled down, and before long, it was early winter.
As is well-known, before the weather gets really cold, it's the best time for a hunt.
Although Zheng Lingpo, since reincarnation, has spoken like a nitpick, which has offended some noblewomen, there are also some people who quite admire her straightforwardness and honesty in speaking and doing things.
Therefore, after half a year, besides Mu Rong Huiyan, Zheng Lingbo had few friends who could hang out together.
As winter was approaching, the group decided to go hunting outside the city.
The hunt ceremony would definitely have some security risks if not handled properly, even if one has skills or enough people.
Zheng Lingpo, after six months of persevering in martial arts, didn't have the confidence to protect her few friends.
So, although they had made the plan, after discussing it, they felt that they were a bit short on numbers.
In the end, they gathered some friends they could talk to, and before long, almost all the noblewomen and gentlemen of the capital were gathered outside the city.
A large crowd of people moving around, horses neighing, made Zheng Lingbo take a deep breath.
Hardly finding the few girls they had originally planned to go with, she couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Why are there so many people?"
The group looked at each other in confusion.
One of them said, "I thought there were too few people, so I invited my cousin to join us."
Another said, "I thought our numbers weren't safe enough either, so I asked my brother to come along."
In this way, after counting, you call two of them, and I call two of them, and then two more are called by the two people who were originally invited. This adds up to quite a number of people in front of us.
Zheng Lingpo couldn't help but laugh.
This was quite different from their initial plan of having a small group of friends go horseback riding and hunt. After a moment of helplessness, she said, "Well, since everyone's here now."
Everyone agreed, "Well, since everyone's here now."
After greeting some familiar faces, Zheng Lingpo didn't join a group with others, but rode her horse towards the forest.
This time, Mu Rong Huiyan did not come for the hunt.
She had only been back in the capital for a short while after her birthday, saying that there were some things at home that needed to be taken care of, so she left for her fiefdom. Now, she and Zheng Lingpo mainly communicate through letters.
This year, with the slow pace of correspondence, there's not much excitement. The identity of the arsonist who burned down General Feng's mansion is still a mystery, causing Zheng Lingbo to become increasingly anxious lately. That's why she didn't hesitate to agree to go hunting outside the city at the suggestion of her friends.
In summary, she just wants to ride her horse well, to clear her mind and vent some of the pent-up emotions she's been feeling lately.
