Guan Xiu Wen raises his head, looking directly into Lou Che’s eyes, answering with a clear resonant voice: “Thanking Teacher’s praise, all has come from Teacher’s cultivation of grace.”
Lou Che puts on a smile, looking towards Gui Wan, his orbs appearing veiled, in the end, he does not say a word, turning around to accommodate to Guan Xiu Wen, the two of them heading into the study room to discuss matters, the floral hall is suddenly left a hall of coldness.
Gui Wan sits in her original spot, picking up the tea, the tea is already cold, the fragrant already gone, taking a sip without minding this, she places down the tea cup, coldly sighing out loud: “Clearly is a cup of tea, once cooled down the taste is actually different, it really is a few points similar to that of people……” Turning her head as she smiles and ask Ru Qing who had been standing by the side all this time, “Don’t you think so?”
Ru Qing was stunned at first, and then nods her head, heavily responding with a sound of: “Yes, Madam.” Giving rise to a wave of lightly laughter from Gui Wan.
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Like the first snow, prideful plum blossoms, the breeze during spring carries a fragrance.
Plum blossom fragrance faintly leaks into the hall through the window, seemingly lingering with worries. Gui Wan silently observes the scenery outside the window, time sneaks away within such silence. Two whole hours have passed by, even Ru Qing was growing impatient, wondering to herself: exactly what matter is Lord Prime Minister and First Ranked Scholar Guan discussing, to actually take up so much time?
The time of waiting, seems to be passing even slower.
Fire, within her chest there seems to be a small ball fire burning, disturbing Gui Wan’s thoughts. Mind temporarily blank, temporarily chaotic, she was practically unclear of what she herself was thinking about, but the scenes before her eyes were flying around and around, deep down she could not help but wonder, the situation of leisurely and carefree mood this past half of the year, was it a dream or was it real? Right now within the study room, are they discussing power of profit?
The sheer cunningness and falsehood within this Capital City, the intrigues within the imperial palace, is it of power, or is it of status bewitchment?
Making a sudden turn of the head, entering her eyes were Ru Qing’s face of impatience, Gui Wan just silently smiles, her heart calming down a few points. Wait, only waiting…..what she is waiting for is perhaps not the result, but the start of a new round.
Finally spotting Lou Che, Guan Xiu Wen’s figures, the two people slowly making their way over, both faces carrying a smile, unable to distinguish whether it is real or fake, gradually closing in.
Only just stepping into the hall, Lou Che speaks with an additional apologetic tone within his usual gentle one: “Gui Wan, I need to enter the palace this once today, looks like, accompanying you to tour the mushroom garden will have to be postponed.”