Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 534 Choice 4
Sheng Yi casually took a mouthful of vegetables and put them in his mouth to chew lightly. Hearing that Song Fanhua was concerned about the altar, he raised his eyebrows in doubt, and looked at him in surprise. Song Fanhua's narrow and deep eyes slightly opened, When it turned around and landed on Sheng Yi's body, it was already clear, "I'm just curious, after all, worshiping ancestors at the altar is one of the few grand festivals in our country!"

"En, you're right!" Seeing that there was nothing strange about him, Sheng Yi slowly dissipated the strangeness in his heart, but thought that Song Fanhua asked a few more questions about Princess Luan, and always felt that something was wrong, but Can't tell.

Song Fanhua picked up his wine glass, saluted Sheng Yi and said, "Can I go in and have a look on the day the altar is opened?"

Sheng Yi replied: "Normally not, but it's not easy for you to come to the capital. Now that I've caught up, I happen to want to take Cheng Huan to have a look. If you have time, come along!"

Song Fanhua filled Sheng Yi's wine again, and before Sheng Yi could raise his glass, he drank it all in one gulp, but he didn't agree after drinking, "Thank you, no need, you can go shopping with Huan'er!"

His skin was fair, and he had been drinking all night, so he couldn't drink at all, but now his cheeks were slightly bright red, and the smile slightly raised at the corner of his mouth was tainted by the smell of alcohol, with an intoxicating fragrance, but no one Seeing the seriousness and refusal concealed by the smell of alcohol on his face.

Drowsy and drunk, figures flashed in his mind in a daze, but he found that no one could help him.

When Cheng Huan woke up the next day, Song Fanhua had already left the other courtyard. Cheng Huan walked out of the house and found Song Fanhua in a teahouse after searching for about half an hour. He was sitting in the teahouse drinking tea and listening to the storyteller gossiping.

The storyteller's old but magnetic voice came from the high platform: "It is said that Princess Luan was born as beautiful as a flower, and she likes to leave all the beautiful things behind. The yard invited the best painter in my dynasty. If you find a beautiful person or thing, let the painter draw it and store it, I'm afraid that all the most beautiful things in my dynasty will be taken into the palace by Princess Luan!"

"Brother Fanhua, why are you here?" Cheng Huan looked at Song Fanhua who was staring at the storyteller with a cold face in surprise, feeling faintly uneasy.

Only then did Song Fanhua see Cheng Huan standing beside her, blinked his eyes uncomfortably, and said with a smile: "I want to go out for a walk, okay, let's go back!"

"Oh!" Cheng Huan nodded, glanced at Mr. Storyteller from the corner of his eye, and followed Song Fanhua outside.

Cheng Huan has not been in a good mood these past few days. First, she was teased about her qualifications for the banquet, and second, she sneaked around outside the palace at night. The strong magical atmosphere made her dare not hit a stone with an egg. It's a waste of time here.

She has to find a way, maybe there will be a chance on the day of the opening of the altar, but now it can only be like this!

　 A few days later, it was the day of the opening of the altar. Song Fanhua watched Sheng Yi pick up Cheng Huan early in the morning. Cheng Huan wanted to know what level he could reach, so he didn't force Song Fanhua to go with him to the altar.

After experiencing it day by day, Cheng Huan also knew that her identity would be known by others sooner or later, so today's test is to know whether she is qualified to continue on.

Not long after the two left, another luxurious carriage came to the door. Shen Cheng jumped out of the carriage. Since Cheng Huan left, he hadn't entered the door. Song Fanhua was waiting at the door.

(End of this chapter)