Yun Qian is not a girl who doesnât know how to adapt. When she notices a change in something, her thinking will change accordingly.
For example, when the girls approaching Xu Changâan have her characteristics, Xu Changâan will take a few more glances at them.
Because things that resemble her can attract his attention, so whatâs attractive about Miss Aqing, who holds a soft whip, is naturally her ribbons.
Xu Changâan: "?"
But Xu Changâan didnât understand, his mind full of question marks, looking at Yun Qian in surprise.
What is this Miss of mine... talking about?
Yet seeing the sparkling look in Yun Qianâs eyes, Xu Changâan could only cough and dryly say, "Miss is talking about... ribbons... ribbons are pretty."
"They are pretty." Yun Qian blinked and suddenly realized that this wouldnât do.
Because her husband would only say ribbons are pretty, and not the girl is pretty.
So, one couldnât rely on external objects.
Miss Yun wouldnât sigh, but at this moment, a feeling of helplessness arose in her heart.
How should she put it?
When Miss Yun figured out the issue and wanted to use the strength of these girls to make him become flirtatious... she then turned around to find that these girls had a fighting power of less than five.
Perhaps it was a disappointment in them for not living up to expectations, or an anticipated helplessness.
In any case, Miss Yun lowered her eyelids and leaned into Xu Changâanâs embrace.
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After the carriage got on the bridge, the surroundings obviously became noisy, as if entering a residential area. The light rain couldnât cover up the laughter and chatter of the girls.
The official road became narrow, embedded in the crowd, the carriage bumpy, no longer smooth as before.
"Are we almost there?" Yun Qian leaned on her husbandâs shoulder, easing her lingering drowsiness.
"Look outside." Xu Changâan said.
Yun Qian lifted the curtain.
Through the misty drizzle, a faint fragrance wafted in. A faint sun reflecting on a patch of snow-white instantly flooded the carriage, along with the warm breeze, Yun Qian saw a very lively scene.
At the edge of a small town, vibrant plum blossoms were planted in patches. Beside the red plums, the girls, with umbrellas, gathered in blocks, traveling in groups.
"Quite lively, isnât it?" Xu Changâan smiled, "Iâve always heard that Flower Moon Building has its own amusement area in town, but itâs my first time here."
Yun Qian nodded, her blinking rate suddenly sped up.
This place... is full of girls.
Not a single man could be seen.
So, it was a private place of Flower Moon Building.
The road after entering the amusement area was slow. Xu Changâan was unable to take his eyes off, and soon as the journey gradually flattened, the patch of red plums was left far behind.
Xu Changâan looked back at the beautiful flowers in the amusement area and couldnât help but ask, "Miss, what do you think?"
Even Miss Yun, upon seeing such a lively, magnified beauty of the plum blossoms, should have been impressed and reflective.
Yun Qian only then returned to her senses, moved her slightly stiff shoulders, and said to Xu Changâan, "Sitting for so long is tiring."
The girl had been sitting for a long time, her bottom somewhat sore.
Xu Changâan: "..."
Listening to Miss Yunâs earnest words, Xu Changâan couldnât catch a breath for a long while.
"Sorry for the bumps, Miss... Though, the road here isnât easy to traverse." Xu Changâan was utterly helpless.
"Mm." Yun Qian moved her shoulders slightly, then asked, "What were you trying to say earlier?"
"Nothing much." Xu Changâan blinked, "Wherever you feel sore, I can give you a massage, Miss."
"Not that." Yun Qian shook her head, pulled back a little, feeling more curious herself, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I said itâs nothing."
Xu Changâan sighed, extending a finger, simply saying, "Itâs just that I realized no matter how beautifully you dress, Miss, youâre always... the same Miss I know."
Dressed as an elegant and noble person, but in essence, still the same soft Yun girl.
She needs his protection.
"Eh?" Yun Qian tilted her head, puzzled, "What are you saying?"
This little couple, either he couldnât understand her words, or she couldnât understand his.
Whether it was truly being unable to understand or feigning ignorance, only they themselves would know.
"I really like this scenery, itâs very pretty." Xu Changâan said, "But... Miss still doesnât know how to appreciate it, thatâs my fault."
Xu Changâan always believed that for a girl, the ability to appreciate beauty was essential.
This played a key role in developing a girlâs own temperament.
"Miss still doesnât know how to look at the scenery." Xu Changâan sighed, then naturally began to think about how to cultivate Yun Qianâs appreciation for beauty.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Yun Qian said nothing, only lowering her eyelids.
So this was what her husband meant.
She understood.
Wanting to view the scenery she liked up close often came with unfavorable things, just like the difficulty of walking on narrow paths, just like a girl becoming Yun Qian from an unknown place and coming to his side.
This road is always hard to walk.
Yet Xu Changâan, for the plum grove, wouldnât mind walking a bit longer on just a bumpy road.
And Miss Yun, to see him a bit longer, wouldnât mind walking further either.
Are there really any differences between them?
Her husband is viewing the scenery, while sheâs looking at him, and both roads are difficult to traverse.
Yet in admiring the scenery, arenât they the same?
"I do know how to look at the scenery, donât talk to me like that."
Yun Qian blinked and gently patted the hand Xu Changâan had placed on her shoulder.
"Ahem." Xu Changâan was caught taking advantage, guilt was guilt, but he still said, "What scenery do you know how to look at, Miss... oh, donât say I, a man, am the scenery. I canât handle such sweet talk."