Because it rained yesterday, the road was very wet.

Fortunately, we were not walking on a muddy mountain road.

The air is extremely fresh.

Ruan Zhen opened a corner of the curtain and peeked out slightly. This place was remote, with nothing but trees. Not even a single person was seen.

Gu Huaizhi was making tea in a leisurely manner.

The fragrance of tea lingers, making you feel relaxed and happy.

Ruan Zhen's throat felt a little itchy, so she couldn't help turning her back, covering her mouth with a handkerchief and coughing lightly.

The man made tea-making gestures.

He suddenly looked at Ruan Zhen solemnly.

Ruan Zhen's fever has subsided and her voice has returned to its original state. It is obvious that she will be fine. The prince's delicate habits have returned again.

He moved aside in disgust.

"Ruan Zhen, drink the medicine."

Ruan Zhen is! Really! Used to it!

She glanced at the dark concoction, but without tasting it, her mouth still felt bitter.

She doesn't want to drink.

"Husband is afraid that I will infect you. If so, stay away from me."

Gu Huaizhi is not worried.

He asked quietly: "Don't you want to drink?"

Seeing him like this, Ruan Zhen moved outside without saying a word.

Gu Huaizhi snorted lightly and wrote lightly: "It's okay if you don't drink."

"Xiao Hui doesn't take medicine, so I just give it to him directly."

As he said that, he held up the medicine bowl with his clearly articulated hand, Gu Huaizhi said with great experience: "Come here, I promise not to choke you."

Ruan Zhen:???

She pursed her lips and could only say sadly: "I'll drink it myself."

Gu Huaizhi put the medicine bowl on the young lady's hand, leaned back, stopped making tea, and just stared at Ruan Zhen.

"Drink."

"Not even a drop will be left."

Ruan Zhen was in disbelief.

Her red lips moved and she couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Asshole."

Gu Huaizhi's expression remained unchanged and he said lightly.

"What, do you want me to kiss you before you drink it?"

He chuckled: "Madam, do you think I'm sweeter than candy?"

Seeing that he deliberately misunderstood, Ruan Zhen was too lazy to refute. She could only grit her teeth, close her eyes to hold back the bitterness, put the bowl to her lips, and drink in big gulps.

After drinking the medicine, she quickly took out a piece of candied fruit from the basket and put it into her mouth.

Gu Huaizhi didn't know where his patience came from. He picked up the empty bowl and took a look.

Well, the little lady drank every drop. It was obvious that he was very angry.

The man continued to make tea without any distractions. His movements were not hurried or slow. He was a handsome man, and the action of making tea was quite pleasing to the eye. When the tea was ready, he glanced sideways at Ruan Zhen: "Would you like a cup?"

Ruan Zhen bit into the candied fruit: "I won't drink it."

Gu Huaizhi only listens to what he wants to hear. Even if what he hears is not satisfactory, he can misinterpret it into what he wants to hear.

"Oh, you want two drinks?"

Ruan Zhen:..."I didn't say!"

Gu Huaizhi said slowly: "What's the hurry? It's not like I won't give it to you?"

Ruan Zhen:……

"Ruan Zhen."

Ruan Zhen didn't want to talk anymore.

Gu Huaizhi poured a cup of tea and pushed it toward Ruan Zhen on the coffee table: "I am still generous to you."

Ruan Zhen is numb.

She has never tasted a bite of fried fish!

She could only accept it perfunctorily, watching the tea leaves sink and float in the hot tea.

She began to miss that Gu Huaizhi.

Changfeng, who was driving the horse, was forced to listen to this conversation. He rubbed his brows and was speechless.

Changfeng thought with a bitter look on his face.

If Chang Suru continues to study like this, he will really become useless.

The fool did not study his master's talents, strategies, and other outstanding abilities, but instead learned how to make a woman angry.

The carriage drove slowly and slowly into the path. It also became bumpy.

Ruan Zhen looked outside for a moment.

She frowned slightly: "This doesn't look like the way back to Lin'an."

Gu Huaizhi held the white jade cup in his hand and caressed its texture lazily. He said lightly: "Don't go back yet."

Ruan Zhen didn't ask any more questions and asked Huaizhi about his plans.

She idly took a sip of tea.

She always feels that fragrant tea, milk, and those sweet and greasy things are the most suitable for her appetite.

The young lady lowered her eyes and said softly: "I wonder what's going on at Chuxin's place?"

Yi Lin accompanied her to He's house, was everything going well?

Gu Huaizhi: "Worrying blindly."

He sighed: "Ruan Zhen, if you are idle, why not sit closer."

Ruan Zhen looked at him suspiciously.

She subconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes, looked embarrassed, and whispered: "This is a carriage!"

As she said that, instead of moving forward, she stepped back again.

The face is peach blossom, with a little blush.

"I...although my fever has gone away, I still feel uncomfortable. My husband is still thinking about...thinking about that kind of thing."

Gu Huaizhi understood.

He laughed angrily: "Do you think I plan to sleep with you here?"

Ruan Zhen's face turned redder: "Please keep your voice down, even Chang Feng will notice."

Changfeng looked ahead and drove his horse seriously. He was very calm: "Prince Concubine, don't worry, I didn't listen to a word I said."

Ruan Zhen:???

Gu Huaizhi's voice did not lower, and he looked at her with his dark eyes: "Who do you think I am?"

"Then why did you ask me to sit here?"

Gu Huaizhi looked worried. He pointed to the collar with dark hibiscus patterns on his body: "The thread is coming out."

The prince pursues perfection, and he tugged at the end of the thread with dissatisfaction. He pulled out a long thread with great force, and the blooming hibiscus flower was wrinkled at the edges: "Ruan Zhen, your needlework is just mediocre.

"

For the first time, Ruan Zhen was accused of not being good at needlework!

The little lady is not a face-saving person.

She immediately leaned over and looked at the dead hibiscus flower distressedly: "Don't pull it, I'll just go back and push it in with a needle."

"A beautiful flower will be ruined."

As she spoke, her watery almond eyes looked at Gu Huaizhi. The gentle person emphasized: "Husband, I am not bad at needlework."

As she said that, she pursed her lips: "You can say that I am not good at beauty, but you can't say that I am not good at needlework."

"I rarely make mistakes."

She learned that from her aunt.
To be continued...