Duke Jing's younger sister

Chapter 121

People were coming and going on the main street. Shen Li walked slowly along the street towards the Shen Mansion.

If you want to go back to the Shen Mansion, you must pass by the gate of Changqing Tower.

She paused and looked up at the magnificent Changqing Tower with its flying eaves and brackets.

Rows of red lanterns hang high in the corridor, and the color appears even darker in the gloomy sky.

The door of the restaurant was open, and two doormen in gorgeous clothes were standing at the door. She hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped onto the stairs.

The doorman saw a clean-looking, well-dressed young man from a noble family coming up, and he hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "Sir, do you want to have a meal or some tea?"

"Which room is Second Young Master Luo in?" she asked calmly.

The doorman understood that she was looking for someone, so he called the servant who was leading the way in the hall.

Going up the stairs to the third floor, the servant led her to the door of a wing room and said to her politely, "Second Young Master Luo is in this room. Please make yourself at home."

"Thank you."

When I opened the door, a strong and pungent smell of alcohol hit my nose. The weather outside the window was bad and the house was dark.

She saw a young man in black clothes, with messy black hair and long legs curled up, sitting on the ground leaning against the wall.

He had his head hung, and was holding a jar of wine in his hands, which were placed on his knees. There were empty jars scattered all over the place around him.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes slightly and his sight fell on the corner of a green man's robe.

He thought someone was going to lecture him on some moral principles again, and in an instant he became impatient and threw the jar of wine in his hand onto the open door.

"Bam—"

The porcelain jar broke and the wine splashed everywhere.

"Go away! Stop bothering me!"

Shen Li walked in and squatted in front of him.

"Luo Cheng?"

She called softly.

Luo Cheng looked up in disbelief, and when he saw that familiar face, a hint of joy flashed across his eyes.

"How did you come?"

He pulled her into his arms and asked, "Did you come here specifically to find me?"

Shen Li hurriedly pushed him away. Now that he was the fourth princess's fiancé, there couldn't be any more inappropriate behavior between them.

She looked up and stared for a moment at his stubbled jaw.

"Luo Cheng, didn't we agree that we would no longer be so willful? If you continue to be depressed like this, besides hurting yourself and making your parents and grandmother worry about you, will there be any other effect?"

"Haha..." The young man laughed bitterly, "I don't even have the right to suffer, right?"

He stood up from the ground, his body a little unsteady due to being drunk.

"I know that you have never had me in your heart. What you like... is the moon, and you don't like the stars! So even if you lose the stars, it doesn't matter to you, right?"

"But..." She pursed her lips and advised softly,

"There are many kinds of feelings in this world, from the heartbeat of youth to the companionship of mutual support. We can't be together, but we can get along in a different way. I hope you can be well, as bright and dazzling as before, and free."

The wind blew the window panes, making a rustling sound.

Luo Cheng stared at her blankly, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Can you...wait for me?"

Luo Yan approached her step by step, but she retreated step by step.

Always keep a proper distance from him.

He smiled, tears wetting his thick eyelashes, "Wait for me for three years, no... two years, okay?"

Shen Li was silent for a moment, but could only shake her head, "We can only be friends now, don't go on like this, okay?"

"......good!"

He took a deep breath, as if he had made an important decision, and said, "I promise you."

Outside the window, the sky was getting darker.

Luo Cheng stared at her quietly, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance into his heart.

No matter how he deceived himself, they missed it in the end.

......

at night.

It started raining in Jiangdu City.

The rainy season is approaching, and I'm afraid it will rain more and more often in the future.

She stood in front of the window, looking at the magnolia tree in the yard swaying in the wind and rain.

Luo Zhi came over with an umbrella in the night, handed the umbrella to Xingping, and took out a brown paper bag from her arms.

"Girl, this is what you wanted."

Shen Li turned her head and took a look. "Keep it. We will go to the Zhengyang Conference in three days."

Xingping came into the room holding the zither and opened the bag. This Jinghong zither had been well kept since it came into the hands of the girl.

The candle flame was warm and fluffy, and the dark brown body of the piano glowed brightly under the candlelight.

"Young lady is going to participate in the Zhengyang Conference. Are you trying to compete for the title of the best zither player?"

Xingping was very happy.

The girl has a good skill, but she never wants to show it in front of others.

I don't know why he changed his mind this time and was willing to attend the annual Zhengyang Conference.

Shen Li curled the corners of her lips, and her fingertips plucked the silver strings of the zither, like a bird flying over the water, creating a pleasant sound.

"Yes, in three days, I will win the first place in piano art."

Han Yunning has always been known for his talent in both literature and art. He can write well, dance well, and play the piano very well.

Most importantly, she has been the top performer in the art of playing the zither ever since she first participated in the Zhengyang Conference at the age of fourteen.

A person who cares so much about his reputation in front of others must attach great importance to these false reputations.

Killing someone is worse than destroying their heart. She wanted Han Yunning to lose, and she wanted him to lose shamelessly!

The next morning, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

She brought Xingping to Qiwu Pavilion.

She had never been to the Zhengyang Conference in previous years, and suddenly wanted to go this year, so she had to get Yang's consent.

In fact, she could feel that Yang was deliberately distancing herself from her during this period of time.

It’s better to say that it’s the desire to turn a blind eye than to say it’s alienation.

After all, she promised Yang again and again that she would stay away from Shen Beiqi, but she never did it once.

"Hurry up and clean up the fallen leaves. Also, look for the flowers in the flowerbed that have been knocked down by the rain. Find a gardener to tidy them up."

Nanny Qin was instructing the maids to work. When she saw Shen Li coming in with the maid, she was stunned for a moment.

Why did this plague god come to Qiwu Pavilion?

"The Third Miss is here," Nanny Qin smiled brighter than a flower, "I haven't seen the Third Miss for a while. Are you feeling well lately?"

Some time ago, the Duke came to Qiwu Pavilion and made it clear that he wanted to marry Shen Li and make her the mistress of the Shen family.

How could Nanny Qin not flatter the future mistress?

Shen Li bowed slightly, "Madame Qin, is mother up yet?"

"Get up. Madam must get up at 3:30 a.m. every day. Please wait outside for a while while I go and report to you."

"Madam, please."

Nanny Qin turned around, the smile on her face faded, and she lifted the curtain to go to the main room.

After a moment, he returned and said, "Miss San, the Madam wants you to come in."