After traveling through time, she just wanted to eat, drink and have fun

Before Zhu Yu finished washing and dressing, he heard voices of conversation coming from the courtyard.

Xiaohua in the yard looked at Zhang Ling approaching and couldn't help asking, "Looking for Xiaoying?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and denied it quickly, saying, "That's not the case. I came here on the orders of the prince to deliver something to your young lady. Please pass it on for me." As he spoke, Zhang Ling handed a copper token to Xiaohua. This man was very tactful. Although he was entrusted with the mission of serving the prince, he knew that he had to keep a proper distance from the future mistress.

Xiaohua looked at the object in Zhang Ling's hand calmly, and soon recognized it as a token. She was puzzled and asked, "What is this?" Zhang Ling smiled shyly and replied softly, "It's like this. The prince asked me to ask your daughter to go to his study later, and he will tell her in person."

Xiaohua didn't say much. After taking the token, she said to Zhang Ling, "Please wait here for a moment." Then she turned around and walked into the house. It was not up to her to decide whether to accept the token. She had to let her young lady take a look before making a final decision. If the young lady had no intention of accepting it, she could ask Zhang Ling to take it back.

Zhu Yu heard a lot of what was going on in the room. He turned his eyes to Xiaoying beside him and took the handkerchief from her to wipe her face. While wiping her cheeks, he teased Xiaoying: "You should go out first! It's not easy to see each other." As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoying's cheeks instantly flushed, like a ripe apple. She shyly scolded: "Miss, you are so bad!" Then she turned around and hurried out of the room.

Seeing this, Zhu Yu couldn't help laughing. It was rare to see this little maid being so shy, which was really novel and interesting.

Zhang Ling, who was waiting outside the door, looked up and his eyes fell on Xiaoying who was running out of the house. Xiaoying's cheeks were slightly red, like a pink peach blossom that had just bloomed, swaying gently in the breeze. The smile of joy that could not be concealed at the corner of her mouth was as bright and dazzling as the sun.

Zhang Ling stared blankly at Xiaoying's light and cheerful steps, secretly sighing in his heart. She exuded a kind of vigor and shyness in front of him, which made people intoxicated. He was so excited that he even forgot how to speak, and just stood there stupidly, with a happy smile on his face.

Xiaoying ran to Zhang Ling and stopped. She stood still and saw Zhang Ling looking at her with a silly smile. She couldn't help laughing and cursed softly, "Idiot!"

Zhang Ling was not annoyed, and continued to smile at Xiaoying, his eyes full of tenderness and love. Xiaoying felt more and more shy, and stamped her feet in anger, saying coquettishly: "If you don't say anything, I'm leaving!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ling woke up as if from a dream. He quickly reached out and grabbed the corner of Xiaoying's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Don't go, don't go. I'm just so happy to see you." Xiaoying deliberately shook her sleeves hard, put on a proud attitude, and replied: "What's there to be happy about?" But her eyes revealed a hint of joy that was hardly noticeable.

Zhang Ling's face once again showed an honest smile, and then he reached into his pocket and fumbled out a bulging purse. He gently handed it to Xiaoying, his eyes revealing a hint of firmness and sincerity: "Please accept this. This is all the belongings I have accumulated over the years. Now I give it to you for safekeeping."

Xiaoying quickly waved her hand and refused: "I don't want it. This is your own money. Why should I keep it for you?"

Zhang Ling's face instantly turned panicked when he heard this. He hastily stuffed the purse into Xiaoying's hand and explained eagerly: "My dear, didn't you promise to be with me forever? How can you go back on your word? You can't go back on your word!"

Xiaoying looked at Zhang Ling's panic-stricken appearance and felt a little bit sorry. She quickly reached out and snatched the purse, but she still refused to give in: "I feel sorry for you, so I'll keep it for you first. You can't blame me if I accidentally lose it." After saying that, she deliberately made a face at Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling felt relieved when he saw her accept the purse. "Don't worry, I won't blame you! I have no parents, and I will obey you from now on. If the purse is really lost, I can't blame you. It's all because of those thieves who were so abominable!"

Xiaoying couldn't help laughing again after hearing this, and Zhang Ling also laughed. Then, Zhang Ling reached into his arms again and took out a delicate little box, and gently put it into Xiaoying's hand and said, "I saw that this perfume is the best-selling one in the Rouge Shop. You wash it often on weekdays, and you can apply some before going to bed at night to maintain it."

Xiaoying was deeply moved - Zhang Ling was undoubtedly the person who understood her the most.

He knew that Sakura's gratitude to her was like a torrent of water, flowing far and wide, and she was willing to follow him wherever he went. Therefore, he never said a word, hoping that she could reduce her labor. However, at the same time, his heartache for Sakura was also as turbulent as the tide, so he often sent her various beneficial items to express his care and love. A few days ago, he sent her brown sugar ginger tea and cotton, which were like the warm sun in winter, warming Sakura's body and mind; today, he changed to perfume, which was like the breeze in the summer night, caressing Sakura's face.

Suddenly, Xiaoying thought that if she really married Zhang Ling in the future, it would mean that she would have to leave the young lady. She felt heavy-hearted and even began to blame herself. She had vowed to stay with the young lady for the rest of her life, but she accepted Zhang Ling's love. . . . .

Zhang Ling watched Xiaoying's good mood suddenly become depressed, and he couldn't help but panic, worrying that he had said something wrong to upset her. He asked carefully: "Xiaoying, what's wrong with you? Did I say something wrong just now to upset you?"

Sakura shook her head gently, with a hint of helplessness and bitterness in her eyes: "No, thank you for the ointment you gave me. In fact... I am too unprincipled. At the beginning, I swore to stay with you forever, and never leave you. But now, I have accepted your feelings..."

Zhang Ling heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, and a smile appeared on his face. He looked around and confirmed that there was no one else in the room, then lowered his voice and said to Xiaoying: "You don't have to blame yourself so much. Not to mention that your young lady is kind-hearted and will definitely not hinder your marriage with Xiaohua; just from a long-term perspective, the relationship between the prince and your young lady, I think they will get together sooner or later. By then, we don't have to leave the palace after we get married, and we can continue to stay in the palace. You can still serve your young lady, and I can concentrate on serving my prince, without affecting each other, isn't it the best of both worlds?"

Thinking about the interaction between the prince and the young lady these days, Xiaoying couldn't help but agree with Zhang Ling's idea. But she still said coquettishly: "Who wants to marry you! Unless the prince and the young lady can really get married, there is no way for us to be together!" After that, Xiaoying turned her head with a red face and ignored Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with regret and self-blame, and he wanted to slap himself in the face. Why did he say all this? He had a good hand, but he played it badly, and he made the wife he had in his hands uncertain. It seemed that he would have to use his intelligence and wisdom to give advice to his prince, and strive to promote the happy marriage of the prince and Miss Zhu as soon as possible, so that they could achieve a happy ending.

The room was silent at this time. Zhu Yu took the token, glanced at it casually and put it on the dressing table. Xiaohua didn't say much, just stood quietly behind Zhu Yu and gently put makeup on her. The two of them left Zhang Ling and Xiaoying some space to be alone.

The room was completely silent, with only the subtle sound of a comb sliding across hair and the occasional crisp sound of hairpins colliding. At first, the conversation between Xiaoying and Zhang Ling outside the room could be heard clearly, but as time went on, the sound gradually became blurred, and in the end, only Xiaoying's words could be vaguely heard: "Who wants to marry you! Unless the prince can really marry the young lady, otherwise, there is no way we can succeed!"

Vermilion taro: . . . . . .

What does it have to do with me? I’ll have to talk about this little girl later.