The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

A lantern opera was being performed on the stage. Seeing that his sister was engrossed in watching it, Jiaosong opened the door and went out. The princess from the Central Plains had just gone out and had not returned since.

After waiting for a while, Jiaosong became impatient and turned to walk aside. He looked inside through the wide-open window. The room was empty and there was no one there.

After the song was over, Jiao Ying was so moved that she sobbed and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. She looked up and saw her brother standing at the door. She said with a serious face, "Brother, don't run around. If you cause trouble again, I will go back and tell Mother."

Jiaosong sat back in his chair angrily. What a coward! He actually ran away like that.

Lu Yun had already boarded the carriage back home.

After asking, she found out that Bai Xiaolou not only could recognize words but also could use an abacus. Lu Yun suddenly felt like she had found a treasure. She handed Bai Xiaolou over to the housekeeper Zhou and returned to Heyue Pavilion.

When Zhou Boli heard the news and rushed to Heyue Pavilion, Lu Yun was still hunched over her desk, writing and drawing. There were piles of crumpled paper beside her and on the floor.

Zhou Boli bent down, picked up one, and unfolded it. It seemed to depict a building, with a few simple words written on the side. After studying it for a long time without making any sense, he walked over to the table and observed it quietly.

Lu Yun put down the pen and said, "Prince, I want to build a manor and a Taoist temple on the mountain. Do you think it's okay?" Nanyue is a mountainous area, covered with a thick layer of soil and vegetation, and the weeds are taller than people.

The terrain at the junction of the mountains is flat. It is not only the confluence of mountain streams, but also a gathering place of a large amount of fertile soil, which can be used to grow crops. The mountainside can also be considered to be transformed into terraces to grow major economic crops such as rice, wheat or potatoes.

Lu Yun planned to choose one of these hills to try.

Zhou Boli understood her intention and took the blueprint from her hand and handed it to Liuzi. "Ayun, I know someone who specializes in this. I'll ask him to help you take a look tomorrow."

Lu Yun's eyes were filled with nostalgia. "Back in Kyoto, when we were planning to build the hot spring villa, it was Master who was there to help me with the planning. It would have been great if he was still in South Vietnam."

Zhou Boli looked at the person in front of him tenderly. "Is this Taoist temple a new temple built for Taoist Master Qingxu?"

Lu Yun sighed, "Master travels all year round, visiting many temples and many places. It's probably impossible to keep him here."

At the same time, at the Jiao family, Jiao Song was kneeling on the ground with a green brick on his head.

Old Master Jiao already knew everything that happened in the Pear Garden today. He was so angry that he called his son, Master Jiao Da, over and gave him a good scolding.

"Is this how you teach Jiao Song? I've told you countless times that boys are not afraid of being beaten, but they are afraid of being spoiled. Tomorrow you will take Song'er to the palace to apologize to the princess."

After hearing this, Master Jiao was also filled with rage. Seeing his youngest son, who looked calm, he was so angry that he kicked him. Jiao Song, unaware that his actions had been known to his family, was still complaining about the beating. After learning the reason for his father's anger, he immediately fell silent and glared at his sister.

Jiao Ying said angrily, "Brother, I came back with you. Are you suspecting that I was the one who reported you?"

"If it's not you, who else could it be?" Jiao Song was very dissatisfied. "Sister, you are not trustworthy."

This was far from a sincere admission of guilt. Master Jiao threw another brick at his head and forced him to kneel in the courtyard. After circling his youngest son twice with his hands behind his back, Master Jiao finally revealed the truth: "Song'er, what you did in the Pear Garden today was reported to you personally by the Sixth Master, the Crown Prince's servant, who came to the palace to tell you, Grandpa."

Jiao Song was dumbfounded, "How could His Royal Highness the Crown Prince know that?" Jiao Ying was also puzzled.

Master Jiao didn't say anything. Judging from what had happened in South Vietnam recently, the future King of South Vietnam would act much tougher than the old prince.

"In short, you two must never be disrespectful when you see the princess in the future!"

Jiao Ying nodded. Only Jiao Song appeared obedient, but in reality, he didn't agree. However, he relied on his status as a princess, thinking it was nothing special. Sister Jin Jin was still the best, she never put on airs.

Seeing his father leave, Jiaosong threw away the brick and got up from the ground. Jiaoying saw his brother and frowned disapprovingly, "Brother, if father sees you, you will be punished again."

Kadomatsu shook his head, and the turquoise silver earrings on the side of his face made a crisp sound. He sat down on the chair, picked up a tea bowl, imitated the way his father drank, and drank it all in one gulp.

Unexpectedly, the tea was a bit hot. He shuddered from the heat and swallowed it with all his might. "What are you afraid of? A man should take a beating."

Jiao Ying shook her head and continued writing. Jiao Song dropped his tea bowl and craned his neck to look over. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, sis, why are you learning all this? Are you planning on farming in the future? We have plenty of servants in the Jiao family."

Jiao Ying said unnaturally, "I've been learning how to manage accounts recently, and there are some things I don't quite understand, so I thought of copying down the questions and asking Uncle Zhang for advice."

"Second Young Master Zhang?" When Lu Yun learned that the person she was going to meet tomorrow was surnamed Zhang, her curiosity was immediately piqued. She wondered if this Zhang was related to her mother's Zhang.

After dinner, she and Zhou Boli took a walk in the garden to digest their food. The garden of the Nanyue Palace was extremely beautiful, with flowers blooming everywhere and a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Lu Yun carefully examined the wandering flower in her hand. The soft, velvety petals wrapped the golden stamens layer by layer, holding them in the middle. The brittle, slender green stem would break with a slight pinch and fall into the palm of the picker.

Zhou Boli silently watched the woman who bent down and put her nose close to the flowers to sniff. Although she was usually very casual, whenever she went out to meet people, she would dress much more beautifully than usual, and today was no exception.

Seeing her sniffing the flowers with her eyes closed, as if she couldn't let go, Zhou Boli bent down.

Lu Yun turned her head to look at him, and his figure was reflected in her big and bright pupils.

The slender white fingers touched the stem and pinched it gently, and the flowers trembled slightly as if in pain.

Lu Yun took the flower from his hand, and their fingertips touched. Lu Yun's heart felt hot, and she lowered her eyes unnaturally and turned her head away. "Hmm, it smells really good."

"Ayun." A man's voice came from the side of my ear. The distance between them was very close, so close that I could almost feel the temperature of the man's breath, which was moist and hot.

The stone lanterns in the distance emitted a faint and soft light. It was quiet all around, with only the occasional chirping of insects in the garden.

"Bang-bang-bang". Whose heartbeat is this?

"Ayun."

"Hmm--hmm." His fingers lost their strength and the flowers fell to the ground.

A familiar breath enveloped her whole body, her consciousness gradually sank, her waist was firmly held by a pair of strong arms, Lu Yun secretly opened her eyes, wow, his eyelashes were so long and curled, his skin was so good, she couldn't even see his pores from such a close distance.

Lu Yun let out a muffled groan, as if someone had just pinched her lightly.

The man, knowing the taste of it, held her waist and refused to let go. After an unknown amount of time, he finally broke free from someone. Lu Yun glared at him unhappily.

The man's eyes were deep, he licked his lips, and hugged her from behind. "Ayun, South Vietnam has beautiful scenery. I will take you out for walks more often in the future."