To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 225 Counting

  The man's hands are broad and slender.

  The girl's hands are slender and soft.

  The broad hand wraps the slender hand, which is distinct, yet extremely harmonious.

  As if holding each other is a matter of course.

  Luo Sheng opened his eyes slightly and looked at the man, with only one thought in his mind: So it wasn't a misunderstanding, and he didn't pretend to be affectionate, right?

   Wei Han lost all thoughts.

  The soft and cold hand was in his palm, making him just want to hold it for a long time.

  This hand can concoct supreme delicacy, and it can also shoot a sharp arrow.

   Let him appreciate, let him rejoice.

  He increased his strength and clenched the soft and slender hand tightly.

  Luo Sheng came back to his senses completely, and shouted: "Let go!"

   Wei Han also came back to his senses, looked at the furious girl and said in a low voice, "Your hands are so cold."

  Luo Sheng looked at him coldly.

   "My hands are hot." The man explained dryly.

  Luo Sheng sneered.

  My brain is turning fast enough.

   "Whether my hands are cold or not, what does it have to do with the prince?"

  Seeing that Wei Han was in a daze, Luo Sheng asked again: "Whether the prince's hands are hot, and what does it have to do with me?"

  This **** wanted to get away with it, so he could find a passable reason, and choked out these two words to perfuse her. Did he think that she was really dazzled by the man's appearance?

   "It doesn't matter." Wei Han pursed his thin lips slightly, "Sorry."

  Luo Sheng's face turned black: "Then you still don't let go!"

   Having said so much, he still held her hand.

   Wei Han lowered his eyes, stared at the hands they were holding and thought for a while, then shook his head: "But I don't want to let it go now."

  Luo Sheng was stunned.

  She felt that what was quietly replaced today was not the bracelet, but King Kaiyang.

  Who is this thick-skinned rookie!

   "Really not letting go?" Luo Sheng raised his eyebrows angrily.

  The man replied confidently: "Don't let go."

  Luo Sheng kicked the man's calf, pulled out his hand forcefully, turned and left.

   Wei Han subconsciously wanted to chase, took a step and then stopped.

   After catching up, he couldn't hold Miss Luo's hand anymore, and couldn't explain what happened to him just now.

  Then...let's pack the venison first.

   Wei Han squatted down again, picked up the sharp dagger, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the bamboo basket placed by the stream from the corner of his eye.

  The bamboo basket looked lonely because the owner left in a hurry, and the red June persimmons inside were hanging with clear water drops, which looked very gratifying.

   Wei Han clenched the hand holding the dagger tightly, his heart was in a mess.

  He might have gone wrong...

  He put down the dagger, reached for the bamboo basket by mistake, picked up a June persimmon and ate it blankly.

  June persimmon is sour and sweet, just like his mood at the moment.

  Behind the tree not far away, Wei Qiang looked in the direction of Qingxi and clenched his fists.

  At this distance, although he couldn't hear what the two said, he could clearly see what happened just now.

  He didn't care that King Kaiyang shook Miss Luo's hand, what he cared about was Miss Luo's reaction afterwards.

  She reminded him of Luo Er again.

  That year, when he heard the news of the marriage, he ran up to her excitedly and held her hand.

   It was the first time he had such courage after acquaintance for many years.

  She raised her foot and kicked him, then withdrew her hand and turned to leave.

   There was still a little difference, Luo Er kicked him harder and kicked him to the ground.

  Looking at the man in scarlet clothes eating June persimmon from afar, Wei Qiang was in a daze.

  Although the result after being kicked was a bit different, the appearance of Miss Luo just now was really too similar to Luo Er.

  The way Luoer shoots an arrow, the way Luoer kicks him with anger, Luoer...

  Wei Qiang suddenly felt impatient to see Luo Sheng.

  Perhaps...it was God's pity that he met a woman who was so like Luo Er.

  As for Yuniang, he always knew that it was not his Luoer.

  She was just the connection with Luo Er that he didn't want to cut off.

  She is Luo Er's maid Chao Hua.

  He hasn't remembered the name for a long time.

   Chaohua, Shufeng, and Jiangxue, every name in his memory was covered in blood.

   made him dare not look directly.

   Now he is not afraid, he has found "Luoer".

  Wei Qiang stood behind the tree for an unknown how long, until the crimson figure left and suddenly regained consciousness, noticing a cold face.

  Luo Sheng returned to the temporary cooking stove in front of the tent, making Sheng Sanlang very puzzled.

   "Cousin, why did you come back alone?"

  Luo Sheng's face has returned to calm: "King Kaiyang said that it is enough for him to clean up alone, so I will come back."

   "Ah." Sheng Sanlang glanced around and said vigilantly, "Where's your basket?"

   Cousin is going to wash June persimmons by the stream, why is the basket gone?

  Luo Sheng froze, and explained without changing his face: "King Kaiyang said that he came to wash."

   After being disturbed by that bastard, how could she remember June Persimmon.

  Sheng Saburo suddenly changed expression: "No, what if the June persimmon is eaten by King Kaiyang?"

  My cousin said that the canned braised venison must be seasoned with June persimmons, and it took a lot of effort to get such a basket of June persimmons.

  If it is eaten by King Kaiyang, what about the can of braised venison?

  Sheng Saburo panicked more and more.

  Luo Sheng said lightly: "No, don't worry, cousin."

  She and that man had such a fight, it's hard to imagine that as another party, she still has the desire to eat June persimmons.

   "Cousin believes in King Kaiyang so much?"

  Luo Sheng's expression was slightly cold: "It's not that I believe it, it's just that King Kaiyang doesn't like to eat June persimmon."

  Do you trust that person?

  From the time he found out that she shot the arrow and she was still safe and sound until now, maybe there is some.

   "That's good." Sheng Saburo heaved a sigh of relief.

  Footsteps came.

  Sheng Saburo thought it was Wei Han, so he quickly turned his head to look, but saw Wei Qiang walking over, followed by the servants and guards.

   "Meet Your Highness."

  Wei Qiang walked all the way, ignoring many greetings, his eyes fixed on Luo Sheng.

  He watched her slightly bend her knees, her back was straight, and she didn't lose the wind in the slightest because she saluted someone with a more noble status.

   Neither humble nor overbearing, it is not suitable for her.

  Because only when one realizes one's humbleness can one be neither humble nor overbearing.

  And to the girl in front of him, it seems that they are equal, even—

   Wei Qiang's expression was unpredictable, and he felt more and more that the girl in front of him looked like that person.

   "Miss Luo, you don't need to be polite." Wei Qiang opened his mouth, his voice low.

  Luo Sheng stood up expressionlessly.

  At this moment, she didn't deal with this person's mood.

   "Did your Highness rush back after hearing that Yu Xuan was injured?"

   "Uh, yes."

   "That's really unfortunate, Yu Xuan waiter left. Your Highness is worried about Yu Xuan servant, so I won't keep you for dinner." At this point, Luo Sheng bowed, "Respectfully send your Highness off."

   Until Wei Qiang walked more than ten feet away, his mind was still in a trance.

   He was dismissed by Miss Luo after saying a few words?

   "Your Highness?" Seeing Wei Qiang stop, Dou Ren called out.

   "Go back to the palace!"

   After Wei Qiang left, Wei Han came back with the packed venison and a bamboo basket.

   "My lord has packed everything, pretty fast." Sheng Sanlang grinned his white teeth, silently counting the June persimmons in the bamboo basket.

  (end of this chapter)