Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

It feels a bit hypocritical to say this, but it's better than saying nothing.

With Su Minyuan livening up the atmosphere, the topic was soon successfully brought to the topic of establishing a girls' school. Surprisingly, both of them agreed with the idea and did not seem to be as distrustful as the Imperial College's chief academic officer, which made Su Minyuan feel very relieved.

They were chatting animatedly, and Su Qingping, who was quietly writing and drawing, seemed a little out of place.

Su Feijue pulled her into the conversation several times, but soon left again and gradually quieted down, leaving only the two of them chattering.

They would still quarrel because of their different opinions, which gave Su Feijue a headache. But seeing that Su Qingping didn't seem to be affected at all, her prejudice against her dissipated a little.

As they sat there, it was almost time for the palace gates to be locked. A young boy walked in and bowed to everyone, "Mother, it's time to go back."

This finally stopped the two people who were arguing fiercely.

"It's little Ayou, come here and let your uncle see you."

Su Ci could hardly resist stroking his chubby face a few times. Several people came out of Su Qingping's palace and returned to their own houses.

Su Feijue packed her things feeling a little guilty, thinking of sending something to make up for it, and she was busy for an hour or two.

Yan Zhuo must have an opinion: "Madam, are you not feeling well yet?"

"hold on."

But she was wrapped in a warm embrace from behind. Yan Zhuo put his head on her shoulder and asked, "Are you worried that she will think you are being perfunctory?"

Su Feijue nodded. Originally, because of Su Ge, she subconsciously felt a sense of exclusion towards her. If she had been stubborn and fought for it, she could have deceived herself, but she was so sensible. It made her look so mean. Shame welled up in her heart and she couldn't sleep.

"These are just empty gifts. Why don't you give something that shows sincerity?"

Su Feijue knew that her husband was smart, so she looked forward to his advice.

Yan Zhuo picked her up and walked to the bed, letting her sit on his lap. He still leaned his head on her, which was a very reassuring posture.

"Since that incident, Xiaoyou has become much quieter. I'm afraid he has a knot in his heart that's hard to untie. Does my lady have any good suggestions?"

This is also a problem that bothers Su Feijue. She has tried her best to take care of his emotions in the past two years, but there is still no improvement.

"I think that the person who tied the bell should be the one to untie it. Why don't we let Xiaoyou accompany Yongning to Xiqing?"

"No."

Su Feijue got off his lap, shocked by his idea. If she was like this with her parents, how could he feel at ease to send her to someone else? Besides, she didn't know Su Qingping very well, and she didn't treat her well. How could she feel at ease to leave the child with her?

"Madam, please don't be anxious. Sit down and listen to me in detail." Another long list of explanations, with a clear analysis of the pros and cons.

"I don't care what you are planning. You must promise me that Xiaoyou is safe."

"Of course. He's not just your son, he's mine too. How could I bear to put him in danger?"

She was still nervous, but she also knew that letting Xiaoyou go was probably a plan she had discussed with Su Wanmo long ago. Since she couldn't do anything for Dongyuan, she thought doing something for her child would make up for it.

Su Qingping sent the people away, but did not rest. He was still bent over the desk writing and drawing, and did not rest until dawn. When it was time to unlock the palace gate, he rushed out of the palace without stopping. Along the way, he met many ministers who came to attend the morning court. There was also a carriage parked at the palace gate.

Song's family. I'm afraid Song Yue has arrived.

But he didn't care about others and knocked on the door of Princess Wen Ning's mansion with a clear goal.

Su Feijue learned where she was going, put her things down and arrived at Princess Wen Ning's mansion.

Seeing that everyone was present, Su Minyuan opened his drooping eyelids and looked vaguely at the person who had come later: "Royal sister, you are finally here."

Sophie asked doubtfully: "Are you waiting for me?"

"Everyone is here, let's get started."

Su Feijue was surprised that they were actually waiting for her.

Perhaps it was Su Qingping's description that dispelled their sleepiness. The two listened very attentively, occasionally interjecting a few words, and the discussion was quite lively.

Finally, it was decided that girls' schools would not only be opened in the capital, but other places would also need them. As the capital was the base camp, Su Feijue would be fully responsible for it. Su Minyuan was used to running around, so she would be responsible for other places. As for Su Qingping, due to his special circumstances, he could only take a small part and be responsible for planning.

Also, because she didn't have much family background and her investment was the smallest, she had no complaints about taking a smaller share.

The two people who originally had no goals found their goals and plunged into them with great passion.

Su Qingping didn't care whether they were passionate or not. He just knew that he was very sleepy and wanted to go back to the palace to rest as soon as possible. No one could stop him.

I was already drowsy in the carriage and wanted to get off when the carriage stopped, but the coachman said that they had not arrived yet and someone had stopped the carriage.

"No, I have something to discuss with the Ministry of Rites."

"If it's a private matter, do we need to discuss it with the Ministry of Rites?"

In the end, the two of them sat in a private room in the restaurant staring at each other. It was obvious that the one with the smaller eyes was Shu Qingping. Not to mention small eyes, there was almost no gap between them.

Seeing how sleepy she was, Yi Fengbai couldn't say anything, so he booked a room upstairs for her to have a good sleep.

I waited until dinner time, but she still hadn't come out. If there wasn't only one exit, I would have suspected that she had left long ago.

Finally, the waiter asked him to go upstairs, and he walked upstairs very quickly.

"Please come in."

When I pushed the door open, I saw her sitting by the window looking outside. Her hair was loose when she slept, perhaps because she didn't know how to comb her hair, so she just used a hairpin to hold it loosely in place. Her long hair hung down, black and smooth. It must have been well-groomed, and it looked neat and tidy, enough to reflect the owner's seriousness. But when I looked up, I could see a tuft of hair standing on top of her head, which was out of tune with her long black hair. It would be better to look at the two parts separately.

"Your Highness Prince Sheng stopped me just to look at my hair?"

She herself was also very distressed, as rubbing her ahoge hair really damaged her image.

He roughly knew what she would say, but he was still a little shocked when he saw the words in black and white in front of him. She stared at him with puzzled eyes blinking, making him lower his head guiltily.

Firstly, he also felt that his request was rude, and secondly, her tuft of adobo hair was too cute. Then, imagining the face under the mask, Yi Fengbai didn't dare to look at it for too long. He mourned for himself in his heart and decided that it would be better for him to meet her less often in the future.

It can be said that there are three rules before marriage, and you can understand it after the doubts are resolved.

1. Give him Sugo’s letter on the wedding day.

2. You cannot sleep in the same bed.

3. Do not behave intimately.

Four……

"Am I getting married? You might as well shave your head and become a nun." She said this without any restraint. Realizing what she wanted to express, Yi Fengbai was a little surprised. Could this be the telepathy of twins?

Is he just like Sugo, only caring about his own body?

If that's the case... then I really need to think about it carefully.

"But since you despise me so much..."

"It's not disgust."

He retorted faster than his mind could handle, and lowered his head even lower.