Even the action of a Prince raised by a Royal Family eating a popsicle was pleasing to the eye. Song Jinglan held the sliced wooden stick and nodded, “Mm, it’s a relief from the heat.”
Lin Feilu was very proud, “Then I’ll bring so more for you tomorrow,” Her small body leaned back slightly against the steps and her legs stretched forward. Her tone was full of comfort, “Sumr without popsicles is just incomplete.”
Song Jinglan tilted his head and glanced at her, eyes filled with the sumr light, “Will the Princess be using the front door or going over the wall tomorrow?”
Lin Feilu was imdiately uncomfortable.
Is it such a difficult task to not bring up my embarrassing past?
She looked straight ahead and used a cold tone to reply to his question, “It’s not that I’m not good at scaling the wall, but that the wall of Your Highness’s place is too slippery.”
Song Jinglan nodded thoughtfully, “Then, I”l ask Tiandong to clean up the moss on the wall another day.”
His tone is so solemn, but she didn’t even know if he was joking or being serious.
Lin Feilu looked at him and sulked for a while before she suddenly asked, “Your Highness, you are so good at martial arts! Who did you learn it from?”
Song Jinglan’s eyes remained unchanged, but the corners of her lips curled in a small arc, “An uncle.”
But he has been in the palace for so many years; did he even leave the palace at all? Lin Feilu felt curious, “Where is he?”
Song Jinglan closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. The sunlight fell on his chin, his smiling voice was soft and low, “In a place that you can’t see.”
He’s playing riddles with again. It seems like Little Pretty Boy has a lot of secrets of his own.
But living in an enemy country, it’s normal to have secrets— continue to be vigilant and one would live for a long ti. It would only be surprising if he had let down all of his guards and told her the truth straight away.
Lin Feilu was the type of person who would be thoroughly questioning soone’s answers, but she said enthusiastically in relation to the topic, “Your Highness is so powerful already, so that uncle should also be very good, right? Can you teach ? Is there any way to fly high up in the skies in a faster and easier thod? I’ve been practising for a long, long ti.”
And the results of that practice? I can’t even get past a wall!
How infuriating!
Song Jinglan laughed wildly and turned his head to look at her, “There is no shortcut to martial arts. As the saying goes, ‘train for 39 tis in winter and more in sumr'(1). Everything is done according to the steps and procedures,” Seeing her eyes gradually cloud themselves with a playful hint of resentnt, he pursed his lower lip and changed his words, “If the Princess really wants to fly…”
Lin Feilu looked at him expectantly with gleaming eyes.
Song Jinglan, “I can take you on a flight.”
Bullsh*t!
That isn’t how the word ‘flight’ is used, okay?!
Song Jinglan finally couldn’t help but break into laughter when he looked at her saddened and rejected expression. He then raised his hand to touch her little side buns as he said, “Alright, Noble Consort Xi is a heroine among won, so the Princess should follow her example and train hard. When you have a good grasp of the fundantal skills, I’ll teach you Uncle Shi’s unique skills, okay?”
Lin Feilu snorted reluctantly.
Not far away from where they sat, a knock on the courtyard’s door sounded as Tiandong’s voice echoed from beyond the door, “Your Highness, I’m back.”
Reviews
All reviews (0)