Noble First Daughter-in-law

Chapter 132 I am the palace servant?
This dull mood lingered in Shangshang Ruyi's heart and dreams all night, as if corresponding to her emotions. The next day, it began to rain on the grassland.

As a result, the hunting competition that was originally scheduled to be held the next day was naturally postponed, and everyone hid in the tent.

After this idle time, more gossip will be inevitable.

Everyone was wrapped in blankets, surrounded by a brazier, listening to the sound of rain crackling overhead, as if it would never stop, and their irritability intensified with the sound of the rain. Everyone talked about the inappropriateness of this trip, dissatisfied Emotions also rose.

And Shang Ruyi stood at the door of the tent, listening to the discussions from far and near, her expression became more serious.

She sighed, then looked up and looked around again, the rain on the grassland was different from other places, usually it rained, she just felt the rain fell on her body, but when it rained here, the people on the whole grassland seemed to be trapped This kind of gray rain curtain that can't be seen at a glance is shrouded, and even breathing is subconsciously difficult.

At this time, a dress was draped over her shoulders.

Turning around, she met Tushe'er's concerned eyes, and she said softly, "Miss, don't stand at the door and blow the wind, come here and enjoy the fire. Why is it only October, and it's so cold."

Shang Ruyi smiled faintly, put down the tent, walked to the brazier in the center of the tent and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Mu Xian walked in with a bowl of hot porridge, and said with a smile, "Forgive me, Young Madam, it took so much effort to light the fire, and the porridge didn't cook very well, so try to drink a little."

Shang Ruyi smiled and said, "I'm not that picky."

As she spoke, she took it, and sure enough, the porridge was very clear, and the grains of rice were distinct. It was obvious that the cooking time was not enough, but she didn't complain. She only drank two sips, and the rice fragrance was still overflowing, and the warmth made her feel comfortable. Quite a lot.

She asked, "What's going on at the Wang Tent...?"

Mu Xian sighed, and said softly: "I heard that several adults went to remonstrate with the emperor, please take back the order, stop this tour and return to Luoyang as soon as possible."

"Then, what did His Majesty say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just dealt with a few people."

"..."

When Shang Ruyi heard this, he frowned.

But she couldn't talk too much about the emperor's matter. 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?"

"Young Madam's letter was sent more than a month ago. Even if the Duke receives the letter and then replies, he will send it to Luoyang. When he arrives in Luoyang and then forwards it, the journey will be much longer. I'm afraid it will be longer than the son. It will come later."

As soon as Yu Wenye was mentioned, Shang Ruyi's eyes immediately dimmed, and then he looked at the porridge bowl in his hand, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Mu Xian also regretted his slip of the tongue, and hastily shut his mouth.

Tusheer on the side couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Seeing them like this, Shang Ruyi smiled faintly, put the bowl aside pretending not to care, and said, "It's okay, just wait and see."

Mu Xian hurriedly said: "Then, young lady, have another two mouthfuls of porridge?"

Shang Ruyi shook her head: "No, I don't have much appetite."

In the following time, she really just said "wait", sitting in the tent and guarding a burning brazier. Although it was warm, there was always a small place in her heart that radiated coolness. Before I knew it, the sound of the rain gradually subsided, but when I got out of the tent, it was almost dark.

This day has just passed.

After the rain finally stopped, even when the sun was setting, everyone came out of the tents where they had been sleeping all day to stretch their muscles and bones. Tusheer immediately asked people to light a bonfire, and she wanted to cook some food for Shang Ruyi to appetize her , Shang Ruyi looked at how busy they were, and only smiled and said: "Don't be too grand, I don't have much appetite, just two small dishes."

Tusheer said: "How can I do that? Miss has a bad appetite, and she needs to cook a few more dishes. One bite of the same is enough for you."

Shang Ruyi shook his head helplessly.

Seeing that everyone was performing their duties, she seemed to be a bit idle, so she avoided the crowd and carefully avoided the puddles under her feet, and slowly left the camp.

As she walked, she heard the sound of flags fluttering in front of her, and realized that she had unknowingly walked to the edge of the camp where she rested and docked last night.

Looking up, a familiar figure was leaning against the thick flagpole.

It's Yang Shuran.

He was wearing a thick windcloak, almost covering his whole body airtight, only the corners of the goose-yellow clothes inside were exposed at the feet, and even the delicate embroidery on the hem of the clothes could be seen, which was a cluster of frost.It's just that it is very inappropriate for such delicate embroidered clothes to appear on the grassland, and it has already been stained with a lot of mud.

But Yang Yiran didn't seem to care at all.

He only leaned on the flagpole, with his head half up, showing his protruding Adam's apple, but there was no expression on that face, and his eyes had a feeling of lingering mist.

It seemed that he also heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and he turned his head. The unreally handsome face was a little darker in the last rays of the setting sun, which also made Shang Ruyi's heart feel a little more heavy.

Even her footsteps sank a bit.

But immediately, he laughed: "Young madam is here again?"

Shang Ruyi said: "I didn't expect Mr. Yang to come here again."

As she spoke, she lifted her foot and walked over step by step.

Facing the setting sun that 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 a feeling of gentleness that was out of place. Yang random looked at her His face was a little dazed, and he didn't smile until she stopped in front of the flagpole opposite him.

Said, "Why can't I come here again?"

Shang Ruyi looked at him, and said, "I thought that the big event happened last night—Young Master Yang will always stay by His Majesty's side."

As soon as the big event of last night was mentioned, Yang Suiran's expression suddenly sank.

This was also the last thing they talked about before they parted here last night. The words of the two people's arguments seemed to be still in their ears, but the result was clearly in front of them.

Yang Random's eyes were tangled with anger and depression, and he was silent for a long time, but he didn't mention this again, but looked at Shang Ruyi with a half-smile and said, "Why, Young Madam thinks that I am someone close to His Majesty?"

Shang Ruyi looked at him calmly: "Isn't Young Master Yang the one who serves His Majesty?"

"..."

"Last night, there was an accident at the Wang Tent. Didn't Mr. Yang go over immediately?"

"..."

Yang Random's eyes flickered, and he looked at her with a playful smile: "Why, Young Madam thinks, I'm a servant in the palace?"

(End of this chapter)