Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 334 Extra Story Protector I Cardamom Blossom 2
Speaking of freedom, Sang Xia sighed heavily and remained silent.

See her sad face.

For some reason, Jun Shubai laughed lightly.

Sang Xia looked at Jun Shubai with a little confusion on his face: "Young Master, what are you laughing at?"

As if nothing had happened, Jun Shubai said, "I heard Miss Lan's complaints just now. I guess you have encountered something bothering me?"

Sang Xia was startled, she spoke in such a low voice, she didn't expect those words to be heard by him.

Listen to it and listen to it.

"It's nothing serious." She snorted coldly and shook her head regretfully. "It's just a sad story about a toad wanting to eat swan meat. Unfortunately, I won't let him succeed."

Knowing that this girl is outspoken, the corner of Jun Shubai's mouth twitched slightly.

She asked him, "Why do you think there is such a custom of baby kissing in this world?"

He turned his head, his eyes fell on her drooping face, and he smiled slightly: "Perhaps it is because the two families have a close relationship. Parents hope that relationship will continue in their children."

"But I didn't ask the children's opinions, is it really good?"

"not good."

"exactly."

After a pause, Jun Shubai still asked, the long-buried words: "Why does Miss Lan reject that person so much?"

Sang Xia looked up at him, her voice was serious and without hesitation: "I don't want to be someone else's weakness, and I don't want others to be my weakness. I don't even want to take care of a maid. How can I be a husband and a child?"

Jun Shubai looked at her calmly.

In addition to the serious expression on her face, there was also a secret stubbornness, like the hazy vitality in the early morning, which was hard to detect, but it was extremely clearly engraved in his eyes.

After pondering for a moment, Jun Shubai took out the marriage certificate before lifting it up and handing it to her.

"Have you had breakfast, Mr. Li?" Sang Xia pointed to a restaurant next to the street, smiling brightly, "Let me treat you to dinner, just as a thank you?"

The marriage certificate was held in the palm of the man's hand again.

He nodded lightly: "Okay."

After the snow disaster, it was the first day that the restaurant opened, and there was an endless stream of customers, crowded with people coming and going.

Sang Xia reserved a private room on the second floor.

She felt that Mr. Li should be a literati who is very particular about life, with delicate skin and tender flesh, so it is better not to squeeze in the rough guys on the first floor.

It is relatively quiet here, and the faint scent of sandalwood permeates the air, which makes people feel peaceful.

Although Sang Xia is arrogant and domineering on weekdays, she is forced by her silly father to master the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and flower tea that a girl should know.

Just like now, Master Xia sat on the bench idly, with his sleeves rolled up neatly, and one boot stepped on the other side of the bench.

She worked on the tea ceremony very seriously, holding a small teapot and pouring tea up and down, very skillful.

Pieces of tea leaves dance lightly in the water, like souls swimming in the water.

After a while, the mellow tea was brewed.

She picked it up and handed it to Jun Shubai: "Please."

Seeing Sang Xia handing over the teacup with both hands, Jun Shubai put down his overlapping long legs, held the teacup with one hand, and held the bottom of the teacup with the other, showing the little girl full respect.

See how polite they are.

Although they didn't know each other very long, Sang Xia really liked how he behaved.

At least until now, she has no urge to hit anyone.

Sang Xia pushed open the window, and the warm and peaceful sunshine in the early morning poured down softly, casting fragmented shadows of flowing light all over the floor.

The sky cleared, and the clouds lightened my heart.

Jun Shubai took a sip of tea.

The room is quiet and elegant, and the aroma and temperature in the teacup are just enough to warm the cold fingertips.

The mellow fragrance enters the throat, and I feel refreshed.

(End of this chapter)