Chapter 3 — Bad Mi

The elder said it was inconvenient for the junior to stay. So the task of entertaining Tong Yun fell on me. The crescent moon was hanging on the branch. The cool summer night, the gentle breeze blowing makes people's hearts feel refreshed. I took him around the newly built garden in the palace. Conveniently tell the story of the Vuong family and the Ly family. But he just listened quietly. Think right. We are still not close enough to talk about anything. Besides, there's still that old misunderstanding... it's understandable that he's wary of me. But my father used to teach me. The Manh family is a well-respected family and must know how to be tolerant of others. I don't agree with him. On the contrary... looking at his experienced appearance, he is completely different from the noble princes in the capital. I feel a bit sad again. To the point that I completely forgot about him being indifferent to me on the street during the day. "Are you busy in the next few days?" This time he answered, slightly raising his eyebrows and looking at me. "What's wrong?" "I'm going to take you to some fabric shops in the capital to choose some beautiful fabrics to make clothes." "You're a public servant, now that you've returned to the capital, you don't need to live as hard as before." Tong Uan smiled faintly. "Do you also like the popular things in the capital?" I didn't get it. sarcasm in his words. "Of course." "The fabric in La Son Bo Trang is the most beautiful, the jewelry of Dong Ham Kim Pho is the most exquisite, and the cinnamon flower wine in Phan Lau is so delicious that you won't get tired of drinking it forever." I just finished speaking. The night wind carried bamboo shadows across the hallway. Tong Uan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. I couldn't avoid it in time and stabbed straight into his back. The scent of sandalwood in his hair suddenly became stronger. Even though it's a thin layer of clothing, I can still feel the teenager's solid back, as warm as a block of jade. He suddenly turned around, the hem of his shirt carrying a light breeze past his ears. Under dark black eyelashes are eyes as bright as stars. I quickly grabbed the hallway pillar and took half a step back. Throat suddenly dry. Oh my god... When did he become so handsome? "Ordinary." Those two words were coldly uttered by Tong Uan from his thin lips. The pharynx moved slightly under the moonlight. My racing heart feels like being poured with a basin of cold water. Only then did I realize... it turned out that the look of me staring blankly at his waist just now was completely captured by his eyes. The figure on the blue tile floor suddenly approached half a step closer. I quickly bowed my head. He accidentally saw the jade pendant on his waist gently swaying. A soft laugh rang out above his head. The corner of his lips curled up slightly, seemingly very satisfied, then turned and continued walking. The scent of sandalwood around him quickly dissipated with the wind. And my heartbeat also seemed to skip a beat. "That's right." "I almost forgot to ask." I was so angry, I looked at his back, deliberately poking him right where it hurts. The figure in front suddenly stopped. "It's been so many years, I wonder if your wound in that place has healed yet?" "If it hasn't, it's okay. There are many famous doctors in the capital, no matter who can cure it." Having said that, the frustration in my heart immediately subsided quite a bit. I only saw Tong Uan's fingers hanging next to his body suddenly tightening. He turned around. "Thank you, Miss Manh, for your concern." "Tong Uan has completely recovered." The corner of his lips curled up in a cold smile. "It's just that every time it rains and winds... that place still hurts." Pain? So isn't it still not cured? It's true that the red string is harmful... Just as I was still lamenting, Tong Uan suddenly bent down and approached. A lock of his hair gently brushed my hot ear. The low voice mixed with the scent of sandalwood that permeated my collar. "What?" "Are you planning to... blow for me again?"... I was completely defeated. My ears suddenly felt hot like they were on fire. The throat seems to have one

The fire is burning, even the tip of my tongue is dry. Surely the chef's seasoning was too salty tonight, making people feel thirsty. On the contrary, Tong Uan relaxed his eyebrows, softly humming a song as he leisurely returned to the palace. The wind blown up by the hem of his shirt gently blew across my face. Yet in an instant, we felt that wind was hotter than the scorching sun of Tam Co day. A few days later. It was still drizzling with rain. I wonder if his area still hurts every time it rains and winds like this? Late at night, quiet. To avoid the heat, we soak in a wooden barrel full of flower petals. Long loose hair floating on the water. Warm steam envelops the body, extremely comfortable. Right when I was about to fall asleep. A pair of large hands slowly caressed from behind. I turned around... it was Tong Uan again. "Is it you?" My voice was soft. Let his fingers gently slide over my skin. "Thi Vi..." He leaned close to my ear, his hot breath gently blowing. Every sentence and every word seemed to be gently comforting. "It's windy and rainy..." "It hurts..." "Can you blow for me?" "Oh my god!" I was startled, my whole body covered in cold sweat. Looking out the window, the sun has already risen. Luckily... It was just an extremely beautiful dream. I hugged my pounding chest. "What a cruel thing..." "Why am I... so hungry?" "Looks like I should let my mother find me a husband..." Regaining composure, I stood up, washed my face and combed my hair. Tieu Dao came to convey the message, saying that Tong Yun had been waiting for me in the lobby for a long time. "What was he waiting for me?" "Miss, have you forgotten? A few days ago, you said you would go with General Tong to choose fabric for clothes." I nodded. Immediately choose the silk dress that best flatters your skin tone, carefully apply your makeup, and then go to the lobby. I bowed slightly and bowed. "I've made you wait for a long time." "It's okay." Tong Uan frowned and looked at me.