They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

"Your Highness is going south tonight to see the old dike. After all, some parts need repair every year, so it would be better if we went there ourselves."

"Ziliang, I still prefer you calling me Miss. Calling me Your Highness feels rather distant."

"Miss, when shall we depart?"

"Who did you assign Ling'er's lessons to? How can you get away with it?"

“During my absence, His Majesty the Prince personally instructed me.”

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's set off immediately tomorrow!"

Whether in the past or present, Huang Ziliang seems to have always been a perfect match for her.

She would never overstep her bounds, and she had long planned to return to Huang Ziliang's hometown.

Because before that, she had already ordered people to renovate the mansion on the site of the former Huang family mansion.

I was thinking of finding an excuse to take Huang Ziliang back, but I didn't expect him to bring it up himself.

"Ziliang, since they're heading south, we'll have to inspect each place slowly."

He knew exactly what Wu Ziyan was thinking; he was probably planning to use the southern tour as an excuse to go out and have fun again.

night

Wu Ziyan was in Huang Ziliang's room. Huang Ziliang had just returned from a business trip and found the light in his room still on. He was a little taken aback at first.

As he walked in, he saw that Wu Ziyan had already prepared his bundle, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"Miss, what are you doing in my room?"

"I'll pack your things, just in case you forget anything. By the way, Ziliang, do you think we should bring this insect repellent? There must be a lot of mosquitoes and rodents around."

"There are supplies along the way. We are on a southern tour, not sightseeing, Miss. Please travel light."

Looking at the table, there were at least two boxes and two or three bundles; one might not think he was moving.

"Oh, but I think these are all necessary. I'd even like to bring an artist along."

"Miss, I can draw anything you want."

"I want to paint the two of us, standing between mountains and flowing water. Do you imagine adding yourself, or do you imagine adding both of us?"

When Huang Ziliang heard Wu Ziyan say this, he realized that although she seemed carefree and unreliable at times, she always tried her best to keep her word.

"There are always painters along the way, we can just find one."

"Okay, okay, I got it. Hurry up and wash up. I want to get up early tomorrow morning. I've already washed up."

As she spoke, she plopped down on the bed, revealing her feet, which were still wearing socks. She wiggled her toes and her eyes curved into crescents.

"Is Miss staying with me today? According to..."

"Ziliang, you really have no sense of romance at all. Hurry up and wash."

"Miss, no!"

"I said yes." She had already rolled over and landed on the inside of the bed.

After Huang Ziliang washed up, he carried the quilt from the bed to the tatami mat in the room. What did he mean by that?

"Huang Ziliang, what do you mean by this? Are you looking down on me by sleeping on the tatami mat?"

"Miss, please don't misunderstand. Ziliang is just afraid that he might not be able to control himself and make us late this morning."

"Come on, come on, it's okay. You're a punctual person, you'll always get up on time."

"Miss, you should go to sleep now, I'm going to sleep."

Huang Ziliang pulled the blanket over himself, closed his eyes on the couch, and the candlelight in the room was still blown out by Wu Ziyan.

When Huang Ziliang woke up at night, he felt as if someone was choking him and he couldn't breathe.

He was sleeping on his side on the already cramped tatami mat, and now he couldn't even turn over because he felt someone wrapped around his back.

He groped around in the dark and found it was Wu Ziyan. She had actually come up to the couch and was sticking right up against him without feeling hot.

But looking out the window, it was already getting light, so I figured it wouldn't be long before it was time to get up.

Wu Ziyan's sleeping posture... is hard to describe. Huang Ziliang wanted to break free, but was afraid of waking up the sleeping Wu Ziyan.

Wu Ziyan felt Huang Ziliang move, opened her eyes, and asked with a nasal tone, "Is it time?"

"No, Miss, please take a nap."

"Ouch, my back and waist are aching."

Thinking he was on a big bed, Wu Ziyan rolled over and fell to the ground.

With a muffled thud, Wu Ziyan looked shocked, while Huang Ziliang laughed.

"Why did you come to bed in the middle of the night, Miss?"

"Because I like holding you."

She reached out her hand, and Huang Ziliang pulled her up from the ground.

After this incident, neither of them could sleep anymore. Servants helped them wash up, and at dawn, they set off by carriage.

Huang Ziliang sat to one side, gentle and refined, while Wu Ziyan chattered like a sparrow.

"Ziliang, you climbed that mountain like a twin, what mountain is it?"

Huang Ziliang merely glanced at it: "It's Shuangtuofeng. The book records that the water there is soft and sweet."

"Ziliang, look at that tower. It seems to have no top. What kind of tower is it?"

"Ziliang, look how red this river is, Ziliang! Ziliang..."

"Miss, we always tell you to read more books."

"I have you, Ziliang. I can ask you anything I want to know anytime. It's too tiring to store so many things in my head. I only need to have you in my head, isn't that enough?"

He blushed at what he was saying, but couldn't refute it. After walking for several more days, they were almost at their destination. Perhaps it was homesickness, but Huang Ziliang's face turned melancholy.

"Ziliang, why do I feel like you're a little unhappy?"

"It's been a long time since I've been back, and the streets have changed quite a bit. I can't help but feel a bit emotional."

When they entered the city, they did not take a carriage again, but chose to walk.

Many people recognized Wu Ziyan and Huang Ziliang, and many people were saying that the Bodhisattva had arrived.

After all, they completely solved the flood problem, which is why this place became a land of plenty.

Only then can the people live a prosperous life, and they are grateful to them from the bottom of their hearts.

"Since Ziliang is already back, why don't we go take a look at the old house?"

“My old house has been abandoned for a long time and is almost a ruin. Let’s not go there. Let’s find an inn to rest for a couple of days before we have to set off again.”

"Let's go, we're already here anyway."

Huang Ziliang finally couldn't resist her and headed towards the old house. As soon as he reached the street, his eyes lit up.

The Huang residence, which was originally dilapidated, was restored to be almost exactly as he remembered it.

The old man and the old woman standing at the door had kind faces, looking like parents waiting for their children to come home.

Huang Ziliang's hands were trembling, but he still pretended to be extremely calm and turned to ask, "Miss, what... what is this?"

"You wouldn't believe it, this is our home."

Wu Ziyan pulled Huang Ziliang into the Huang residence, which was exactly as he remembered it, except that red silk was hung in the corridors and courtyards, and the character for "happiness" was hung in front of the hall.

"Although it was a gift from the Empress, we didn't have a proper wedding ceremony, which is a regret for both of us."

"Miss……"

"Heaven and earth bear witness to us, and mountains and rivers are our matchmaker. I have said I would take you to see the landscapes of our motherland, and I will never break my promise."

The shadows swayed by the window. Huang Ziliang made up the big red bed. The two looked at each other, the red candles went out, and the world fell silent.