After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

The cool breeze was blowing, the cold moon was peeking at people, the vast night enveloped the earth, and on that silent spring night, Cheng Songan's heart was touched again.

Cheng Songan knew that if she didn't speak, it would be like breaking the tacit understanding between them, and admitting to him that she remembered him and remembered that their first meeting was not in Lu Mansion in Yizhou. So she said, "Lord Cui was famous for his extensive knowledge and strong memory when he was young, so he naturally remembers these little things, but people like me, I don't remember most of the people and things in the past."

Cui Yuanqing sighed quietly for a long time, then recited a line of poetry accompanied by the spring breeze, but his voice was very low, as if he was mocking himself, or seemed to be feeling somewhat miserable.

Cheng Songan heard it clearly, and he said, "I should have paid attention to you when we met, let alone now."

I should have been more attentive when we met then, let alone now.

She couldn't understand why he was so lukewarm and wasted her life in the previous life, since he liked her since he was a teenager? Since he resented her because of Xue Tingyun, why did he pursue her so hard in this life?

The two of them walked slowly for a long time, each with their own thoughts. It was long past curfew, and although the lights were on in every house on the street, no one went out.

Cui Yuanqing got off the horse early and stayed at a family's house. The two of them traveled at night in fine clothes and came to Fuyuan Inn again. The inn was closed, but there was a red lantern hanging high in front of the door, indicating that the inn was still open.

The person who opened the door for them was the waiter who was on night duty in the lobby, the waiter who served them during the day. He asked with sleepy eyes, "How many guests are there? Do you want to stay at the hotel?"

Cheng Songan came in and looked around again. The lobby was clean and empty. All the stools were placed on the tables. She heard the noisy sound of the guests upstairs and asked, "Two people, we want adjacent private rooms."

The waiter yawned and shook his head, saying, "There is only one private room left."

Cheng Songan frowned and said, "That one is a private room and the other is a regular guest room."

Then he threw him a silver ingot.

The waiter woke up halfway from his doze, rubbing the silver in his hands, and said with a flattering smile: "I am so sorry, sir. The Spring Examination will be held in a few days. Our inn is already full. Except for the private rooms, there are only the common beds."

What he said was true. Every spring, all the inns in the capital would be filled with candidates who came to Beijing to take the exam. The rich would stay in hotels like Hongyan Tower, the poor would spend a small amount of money to stay overnight, and most would stay in ordinary inns like Fuyuan Inn.

Cheng Songan was about to speak, but Cui Yuanqing already knew what she was going to say. He stopped her with a sullen look on his face and said to the waiter, "I want this one."

He doesn't want to sleep in a dormitory with a group of people.

When the waiter heard his voice, he looked at Cheng Songan carefully and immediately recognized them. He said with a smile, "Oh, the young master and the young mistress are playing with me. Okay, I'll prepare it for you two right away."

Then he put the silver into his pocket with confidence and led them to the private room upstairs.

Cheng Songan rolled his eyes at Cui Yuanqing, who raised her eyebrows nonchalantly. Needless to say, she knew what he meant was that the saint said that she should keep an eye on him at all times.

The waiter quickly opened the door and said it was a private room, but it was cleaner than an ordinary guest room.

Cheng Songan had been used to running in the mountains since he was a child, so he was not picky and did not show any dissatisfaction on his face.

The waiter looked at their attire and laughed inwardly. He had heard that some young masters and grandmothers from wealthy families had some shameful habits, which caused a lot of inconvenience at home. These two must be from wealthy families with very strict family education, so they disguised themselves and came out to have fun.

He smiled knowingly, walked to the desk, took out the book from his arms and put it on the desk, then closed the door and left.

Cheng Songan stopped him and said, "The snacks I had in your shop this afternoon were very delicious. I wonder if the pastry chef is still here. Can you make me some more cloud cakes?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment. Did they really come out to eat? He bowed and replied, "Oh, unfortunately, Master Liu has a family and doesn't live in the store."

Cheng Songan was secretly anxious. They had finally gotten rid of Cheng Wanxin's surveillance, but he was not in the store. But if they came again during the day tomorrow, they were afraid that they would attract attention again. They would have to stay in the store for a whole night and wait for that person to come to the store and then try to invite him to meet them.

"Then go ahead. When Master Liu comes tomorrow, ask him to make some. It's rare that my wife had a delicious meal in your restaurant. I'll thank him in person." Cui Yuanqing sat at the table and said to the waiter in a loud voice. His look was completely different from his usual gentle demeanor and rather a bit uninhibited.

The waiter settled them down and left.

The door closed gently, but Cheng Songan's heart skipped a beat. There were no maids or servants outside, and she was going to stay in the same room with Cui Yuanqing for the night.

She stood not far from the entrance, facing the closed door, not knowing how to start talking for a moment. The person behind her didn't move, but she knew he was looking at her.

There is no point in continuing to be in this stalemate. I have to find something to do to pass this long night.

Cheng Songan did not turn around, but walked around the room, looked around, and remembered that the waiter had left a book on the table before leaving. She picked it up and took a look. It was an illustrated book bought on the market, and the edges were a little worn, probably because it was read too much.

Cheng Songan thought to himself that he had been reading it for so long, maybe it was interesting, so he opened it and read it carefully. He was stunned by the first page, which was written with straightforward words expressing love between a man and a woman. He turned a few more pages and found that the illustrations were even more explicit, with clothes half-unbuttoned and necks intertwined...

She felt as if she was burned by fire. She quickly closed the notebook and threw it back as if it was hot.

The person behind him spoke lazily, with a hint of ridicule: "Why don't you watch it?"

Cheng Songan's face was burning, and he dared not look back. He replied calmly, "It doesn't look good."

"Let me see." As he spoke, Cui Yuanqing was already standing behind her. He stretched out his arms as if to take the book, but ended up holding her in his arms.

Cheng Songan didn't bother to push it away, and hurriedly pressed the book he had just read, and said anxiously: "These books are printed in a rough manner, with few words and few words. There is nothing good to see."

Cui Yuanqing laughed, and put his hand holding the book on the shelf instead. He did not leave, and still stood behind her, and said lazily, "Is that so."

Cheng Songan hummed randomly, not wanting to get too close to him, and moved to the side. As soon as he turned around, he was grabbed.

Cui Yuanqing tilted his head and looked at her. His eyes seemed to be like the man in the illustration of the storybook, wanting to take off her clothes, which made her face even hotter. She felt embarrassed and annoyed, and pushed him away.

But when I turned around, Cui Yuanqing had already picked up the book and started reading. There was no trace of emotion on his face while he was reading. If you didn't know him well, you would think he was reading some sage book.

Cheng Songan wanted to find a hole to crawl into, but he didn't flinch and said, "Since this book is on the table, it's for people to read. It's okay for me to read it."

Cui Yuanqing hummed lightly and continued to turn the page. He neither laughed at her nor put down the book.

The more careless the voice, the more it seemed like he did it on purpose.