The cabin was already spacious, making them even more conspicuous.

Gu Zhi curved her lips, her shoulders moving, causing her collar to open even wider. Even Su Jin, a woman, glanced over inadvertently and was somewhat surprised.

The red plum blossoms were in full bloom, truly intense.

The whispers beside her grew quieter and quieter, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the young man about to raise his eyes.

Su Jin suddenly stood up, taking half a step forward, completely blocking Shen Yuan’s gaze, “Your Highness, I just remembered a point I don’t understand, I wonder if I could trouble Your Highness to explain it?”

Bamboo green like bamboo, she bowed slightly, her clothes hanging down, outlining a slender waist.

She asked about the most obvious point in “Wen Yu Ke Xue”, at first Gu Zhi was somewhat proud, but as they went back and forth, she found herself nodding frequently.

“It seems Tutor Shen’s eye for talent is not bad, Miss Su truly has great talent.”

When a young eagle has not yet spread its wings, it knows to cherish its feathers. Not to mention Gu Zhi at this moment, with a heart that cherishes talent rising, no longer willing to act in a dissolute manner.

She tidied her collar and smiled, “Miss Su, please sit down to speak, you and I are quite congenial, there’s no need to be so formal.”

“Yes.” Su Jin turned to return to her seat. As she rose and fell, her peripheral vision swept past Shen Yuan beside her, seeing him with eyes closed resting, she felt a bit uneasy in her heart.

She didn’t know if her words just now had been too loud.

He was already unwell, and should dislike noise the most.

But Gu Zhi was in high spirits, so she could only try to sit as far away from him as possible, and lowered her voice before responding one by one to Gu Zhi’s questions.

Three low tables, Shen Yuan squinted his eyes and roughly estimated the distance between Su Jin and Song Zhi, his lips curling. He happened to see Song Zhi turning his head to stare at Su Jin.

He followed Song Zhi’s gaze, and under the loose bamboo green dress, he could still vaguely see a section of the slender waist from those two plump places just now.

Remembering that unspeakable dream.

Shen Yuan’s ear tips suddenly became burning hot, he just tightly grasped the handkerchief in his sleeve.

Song Zhi over there also blushed, lowering his head lost in thought about something.

Disembarking at the pier on the lake island, perhaps because the aftermath of those wild thoughts just now was too strong, Shen Yuan did not feel as uncomfortable as before.

The second floor of the pavilion had already prepared wine and food, naturally Gu Zhi was in the seat of honor,

Su Jin on the left, the other young men on the right.

Between left and right was a layer of light gauze, only showing hazy figures.

Occasionally some cool breeze slipped in through doors and windows, the gauze curtains fluttering lightly, always inadvertently causing gazes to collide, leaving half a face of shy thoughts.

The stage was on the first floor, after Gu Zhi chose the play, soon the singing of male infatuation and female resentment began.

As the gongs sounded and the feast began, Shen Yuan finally witnessed what it meant to be skilled in social graces.

As long as he frowned slightly, Liu Ming would ask with concern about cold or heat, or if Song Zhi pursed his lips, fragrant tea would be offered.

Half a day passed, Liu Ming had maintained a kind smile the whole time, without the slightest displeasure, only fearing that his hospitality was not thorough enough. Halfway through the play, he again assigned two handsome servants for personal care, and even arranged for Huai An to drink wine outside on the gallery.

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow, eating and drinking more cautiously.

Even several cups of fruit wine were actively intercepted by Song Zhi for him.

“You… drink less.”

Even if he looked down on Song Zhi’s frivolity in front of women, he was after all a man, and it wouldn’t be good to drink himself drunk in public.

Especially since Shen Yuan always felt that Gu Zhi’s gaze towards Song Zhi today was also somewhat affectionate.

Reaching out to take the cup from his hand, Shen Yuan glanced at Song Zhi’s slightly reddened face, and kindly said, “Just now Young Master Liu mentioned there’s a garden behind the pavilion, why don’t I accompany you for a walk, it would also be good to sober up?”

After informing Liu Ming, the two walked one in front and one behind, casually strolling along the pebble path among the flowers.

Shen Yuan loved flowers, stopping to carefully sniff and admire any that caught his fancy before moving on.

At this time, the peach blossoms were in full bloom and easily scattered by the wind.

Shen Yuan looked up, the smile on his lips not yet raised, when crack—

That most zen-like flower branch was broken off by someone.

Shen Yuan looked at Song Zhi in astonishment.

Those peach blossom eyes were exceptionally clear, waving the branch in his hand, he smiled, “I’m different from Young Master Shen, since I love flowers, I must hold them in my hand, not letting others set their sights on them.”

The wind rose, and the flower branch separated from the trunk was instantly blown to pieces.

Song Zhi, who had been smiling just now, suddenly turned cold, violently breaking the flower branch in two, “But if it’s destined not to belong to me, then I’d rather break it and ruin it, absolutely not handing it over.”

“What exactly do you want to say?” Shen Yuan stared intently at the strange young man before him.

“Don’t be afraid, Young Master Shen.” Song Zhi softened his voice, slowly approaching, “I just wanted to ask, does Young Master Shen have feelings for Miss Su?”