Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2212

By then, would Song Shenzhi, blinded by power and prosperity, develop other delusions that even he couldn't imagine at the moment?

Would he betray such a good girl like Nan Yan?

Song Shenzhi thought about it for a long time, thought about a lot, and even deduced various possibilities.

Until a dusty carriage rolled across the silent cobblestone road and stopped in front of the inn.

The car curtain opened, and Nan Yan stepped out of the car, covered in the cool night dew.

The moment she looked up, she saw the figure standing quietly on the steps. The moonlight was like water, outlining his thin and tall outline.

She was slightly startled, paused, and a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in her eyes.

On the contrary, Song Shenzhi took a step forward calmly the moment their eyes met.

The moonlight fell on him, washing away the fatigue from the day's paperwork, leaving only the elegant demeanor unique to scholars.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, and his voice was low and clear, "Miss Nanyan, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait for me?" Nan Yan's voice trembled with uncertainty, and her fingers tightened the laces of her cloak.

Song Shenzhi took another step forward and bowed to her solemnly, "I just came here specifically to ask you, young lady..." Suddenly he got stuck.

You can't ask, "Can I teach you calligraphy every day?" So you can just say, "I'm hungry..."

Nan Yan was stunned and blinked. Looking at his slightly embarrassed expression, she couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart. "Then, come with me and I'll make you a bowl of noodles?"

The smile on Song Shenzhi's face stretched in the night, "Okay."

Nan Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing, turned around and led him to the kitchen of the inn.

Soon, two bowls of steaming green onion noodles were placed on the small table.

A bowl piled high with distinct noodles and a golden poached egg perched atop. Green chopped green onions dotted the bowl, creating a fragrant aroma. It was for Song Shenzhi.

The other bowl was smaller and was eaten by Nan Yan herself.

Song Shenzhi sat upright at the table, holding the chopsticks slowly and steadily.

He ate very quietly, chewing his food slowly and carefully, without any slurping or chewing sounds, only the occasional clink of the bowl and chopsticks.

It is a kind of elegance engraved in the bones, and even in such a simple meal, it reveals good upbringing.

He ate very seriously, scooping up even the last bit of soup with a spoon to ensure nothing was wasted.

Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, he took out a plain cotton handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth, his movements gentle and thoughtful.

The candlelight illuminated his slender fingers. His fingernails might still bear traces of ink from his daily routine, but the crevices between his nails were spotless, without a trace of dirt.

Song Shenzhi was a man who paid meticulous attention to even the smallest details. Therefore, every word he spoke was gentle and, in the quiet night, seemed especially sincere and reliable. "Miss Nanyan, I'd like to plant a peony in the courtyard. Is that okay?"

"Ah?" Nan Yan put down her chopsticks and wiped the corner of her mouth carefully.

Song Shenzhi looked deeply into her eyes, a faint but gentle smile on his lips, his voice deeper, "All I ask is to watch the peonies in the courtyard bloom and fade with you year after year."

A blush crept onto Nanyan's cheeks, like a newly blossomed peony stained with morning dew. She lowered her eyes, her voice soft as a sigh, yet tinged with an unconcealable sweetness, "Then wait until you've actually planted the peonies before we talk."