I Am This Type of Woman

Chapter 121 This is not quite right (1)

Ban Hua heard that Shi Jin had suffered 50 strokes and hadn't been able to work in the palace for a whole month or two, but seeing that he can run and ride a horse now, he should be fine? She feels that she has an advantage, that is, she always has to be tolerant when facing handsome men.

"It's fine," Banhua coughed dryly, "Then... leave."

Although the beauty is seductive, she is too serious. She always doesn't know what to say, and the atmosphere will become very awkward.

"Princess, please wait a moment." Shi Jin walked in front of Banhua, and bowed to her to the end: "I offended the princess in the palace before, please forgive me."

"Offended?" Ban Hua looked at Shi Jin puzzled, "Are you right to offend me?"

"I accidentally tripped the princess from the horse and injured the princess. These days, I have been very guilty in my heart, but I didn't have the chance to meet the princess, so I can't apologize to you in person," Shi Jin said again. A big gift, "Please forgive me, princess."

The smile on Banhua's face faded. On the day her grandmother was assassinated, she was indeed tripped off the horse, but at that time she didn't notice who tripped her. In this way, you are the commander of the imperial guards in the harem, responsible for your majesty's safety, it is wrong for me to ride a horse in the palace, and it is only my duty to trip me off my horse, what is wrong with it?"

"Princess..." Shi Jin wanted to explain, but a person interrupted him.

"Huahua," a carriage stopped in front of the princess mansion, a jade-like hand raised the curtain, revealing a flawless and handsome face, "Why are you here?"

Shi Jin looked at Rong Xia in astonishment, what did he call Princess Fuller?

"I'm here to see grandma's mansion," Ban Hua looked at Rong Xia puzzled, "Why are you here?"

"I just came out of Lord Yao's mansion, and I didn't expect to meet you by chance." The guard put a stool in front of the carriage, Rong Xia stepped on the stool to get off, and walked in front of Banhua, "It's a little dark, I'm afraid I'm going to It's raining, I'll take you back."

Seeing Ban Hua nod his head, Rong Xia raised his eyebrows as if he had just seen Shi Jin, showing a bit of surprise: "Master Shi is here?"

"Yeah, unfortunately I'm here too." Shi Jin looked at the slightly intimate behavior between Rong Xia and Ban Hua indifferently, "I heard that Uncle Rong is engaged? I haven't had time to say congratulations to Uncle Rong."

"Master Shi, you don't need to be polite. You are recuperating at home during this time. It is normal not to know these things," Rong Xia said with a smile, "Rong is not a person who cares about these vain manners. If Master Shi is so polite, I will feel uncomfortable .”

"Heh," Shi Jin laughed a bit coldly, "Uncle Rong is a gentleman, so he is naturally a person who does not follow the common etiquette."

"Master Shi's words are not quite right. Courtesy is the foundation of human beings. What should be kept should be kept, and what should be free and easy should be free and easy." Rong Xia smiled and glanced at Banhua beside her, seeing that she seemed to be interested in the relationship between them. Not interested in chatting, he said, "Sorry, Master Shi, I should send my fiancée home."

Shi Jin's complexion changed drastically when he heard the words: "What did you say?"

Rong Xia looked at Shi Jin in surprise: "What's wrong, Mr. Shi?"

Shi Jin forced a smile: "I don't know who Uncle Rong's fiancée is..."

"Of course it's Princess Fule who is next to me," Rong Xia said apologetically, "I didn't make it clear in advance, and Master Shi laughed."

Shi Jin was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Uncle Rong always surprises people."

Rong Xia smiled and looked at Shi Jin without saying a word.

"It's so cold," Ban Hua covered his face with his hands, and said to Rong Xia, "You two talk slowly, I'll go to the carriage to hide from the wind."

"Okay," Rong Xia held Ban Hua's wrist through the sleeve, let go of her hand after she got into the carriage, turned to Shi Jin and said, "Lord Shi, take your leave."

Looking over the carriage, Shi Jin raised his head and said to Rong Xia, "Farewell."

The carriage left slowly, Shi Jin held the reins of the horse, and stood there in a daze, not recovering for a long time. It wasn't until the rain hit his face that he turned over and climbed onto the horse, galloping towards the right minister's mansion.

Rong Xia's carriage is very spacious, at least two people won't be too awkward sitting in it. In other words, in order to prevent the two from getting too close, Rong Xia would make Banhua feel a sense of urgency, so he deliberately sat in a small corner, and the scene was a bit like a mountain king occupying a magpie's nest and a cute and pitiful little mountain magpie.

There are many small compartments in the carriage, and there are various books in them, but none of them are Banhua's favorite. Rong Xia saw that Banhua was a bit bored, so she took out a book from under the cushion and said to Banhua, "Reading in the car is not good for your eyes, let me tell you."

Ban Hua asked curiously, "What's the story?"

Rong Xia flipped through the pages, not sure: "It should be written about the customs, customs, and demons and ghosts that a Taoist priest encountered on his way to conquer demons."

"That's good." Ban Hua nodded, "I'll just listen to this."

"It is said that there is an island in the south of the sea named Hopeless Island, and there is a fairy temple in the island..."

The rain hit the roof, making a pattering sound. Rong Xia's voice was very nice, because the plot of the story was different and the tone was different, which made Ban Hua exclaim again and again, until the carriage stopped in front of the gate of Ban's house, she still seemed unsatisfied.

"Your story is really interesting. It's much more interesting than the stories about talented men and beautiful women told by my family's storytellers," Ban Hua asked curiously, "Where did you find such an interesting script?"

"I can't tell you this," Rong Xia closed the book, ignoring Ban Hua's expectant gaze, and put the book back in the drawer under the cushion.

"Why?" Ban Hua curled her lips. When she proposed to marry her yesterday, she spoke so nicely, but today she didn't even want to give her a storybook. No wonder people said that it's better to believe in ghosts than to trust a man's mouth.

"Because I think Huahua can think of me every day, even if you don't want to miss me, with these interesting scriptures, you will look forward to meeting me next time," Rong Xia chuckled, "So Huahua You have to forgive my greed and petty thinking."

Banhua touched her cheek, it was not good, it seemed a little hot.

"Then remember to tell me next time," Ban Hua reached out to lift the curtain, "I'm going home."

"Wait," Rong Xia grabbed her wrist, took out an umbrella from the corner, let go of her hand, stepped out of the carriage before her, opened the umbrella to look at Ban Hua at the door of the carriage, and stretched out her hand : "Come on, come down."

The rain was dense, and Ban Hua looked at Rong Xia's smiling face. After a moment of stunned, he handed Rong Xia his hand, and he helped him out of the carriage.

Rong Xia sent Ban Hua to the gate, and said with a smile, "Go in."

"Thank you," Ban Hua thought for a while, "Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"