580 Pastry (3)
Perhaps there were still so voices of doubt, but most people did not doubt this story, because the person who spoke was Princess Rong Xin, who was the most impartial in Ming Qi. Since Princess Rong Xin had already said so, it should really be the case.
However, what was strange was that ever since Shen Miao was sent back, she did not appear in public. So people said that it was because Shen Miao was actually very seriously injured, so she could not go out now. So people said that it was because the Shen family wanted to protect Shen Miao well and did not let her out of the mansion, in case she encountered sothing similar.
No matter what, Shen Miao had returned ho. It was just that no one had seen her with their own eyes.
At this mont, Shen Miao was standing in front of Luo Ling’s room.
Luo Tan’s words kept echoing in Shen Miao’s ears. “Little Cousin, go and persuade Brother Ling. Although Brother Ling doesn’t say it, we all know that he must be very sad. We’re all clumsy and don’t know how to comfort him. Little Cousin, you’ve read so many books and know what others are thinking the best. If you go and persuade Brother Ling, Brother Ling will probably listen to you. When we were in Xiaochun City, Brother Ling would listen to everything you said. This ti, I beg you on behalf of the entire Luo family.”
Shen Miao sighed in her heart and hesitated for a mont before knocking on the door.
“Who is it?” soone asked.
“It’s , Cousin Ling.”
After a mont of silence, soone said, “Co in.”
Shen Miao walked in with a bamboo basket in her hand. As soon as she entered the room, she placed the bamboo basket on the desk.
Luo Ling sat at the table with so books on it. His face was a little pale, and his hand was bandaged. He smiled at her and said, “Cousin, you’re here.”
As the eldest grandson of the Luo family, Luo Ling had been the gentlest and most stable among the four juniors since he was young. He was a true gentleman. Unlike Pei Lang, who was selfish and cold-blooded at heart, Luo Ling was a person who could give people the warmth they needed.
When Luo Ling found out that Shen Miao had returned safely, he was naturally happy for her, but he did not ntion anything about his injured right hand. When he spoke during als, he was laughing and smiling, as if he had never been injured. If he did not say anything, no one would dare to bring it up. However, the calr Luo Ling was, the more uneasy people felt.
Luo Tan ca to beg Shen Miao, hoping that she could persuade Luo Ling.
“I brought you so pastries.” Shen Miao smiled and took out the plate containing the pastries from the bamboo basket. “I added cow milk and honey. It’s probably good for your injury.”
She was the first person to directly say “injury” to Luo Ling.
Luo Ling paused for a mont before saying with a smile, “But I just drank the dicine and can’t eat it now. Cousin, leave it here. I’ll try it later.”
“You can’t eat it.” Shen Miao looked at him and asked, “Or you don’t feel like eating it?”
Luo Ling’s hand that was holding the book trembled slightly. Then, he looked up and smiled. “What do you an? Are you angry because I didn’t eat the pastry imdiately?”
Shen Miao sat down opposite Luo Ling.
Luo Ling reminded her of soone, Wanyu.
Luo Ling was gentle and tolerant, and he would not take it to heart even if he was hard done by. This characteristic of his was almost the sa as Wanyu. Back then, perhaps because Wanyu knew that Shen Miao wasn’t favored by Fu Xiuyi, or perhaps because she understood the danger of life in the palace, she didn’t have the arrogance of a pampered princess at all. Later, Consort i urged Fu Xiuyi to marry Wanyu to Xiongnu. Shen Miao was in so much pain that she wanted to die. Wanyu comforted her, “The grassland is not a bad place to be. I’ve never been to the grassland in my life. Mother, if I see anything new and interesting, I’ll definitely write a letter to you to share it with you.”
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