The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1229

Chapter 1229: 600 Pampering Her (First Update)

"Jiaojiao!"

On the ride back in the carriage, the young monk Jingkong enthusiastically swung his short legs by Gu Jiao’s side, "You play the lute so well! Even better than master!"

Gu Jiao asked, "Can your master also play the lute?"

Jingkong said disdainfully, "He can play, but it sounds terrible!"

Gu Jiao imagined an old monk with a white beard clumsily plucking the strings of a lute and producing a tuneless melody.

She said, "Your master has quite a wide range of hobbies."

Jingkong waved his hand, "Just so-so, the old man loves drinking the most!"

"Monks can drink?"

Is your master really a monk?

Gu Jiao took a handkerchief to wipe the lute case on her legs, "At his age, it would be better not to drink."

Jingkong nodded like a pecking chick, "Exactly, exactly!"

The carriage came to the city gate, where it was closed by the time, but Gu Jiao had a token, and the guards at the gate didn’t dare to be negligent and opened the gate for her.

As they passed through the gateway, Jingkong suddenly asked, "Jiaojiao, why did we come so far to play the lute?"

Gu Jiao said, "To see off a friend, he’s embarking on a long journey."

Jingkong asked, cocking his little head, "Is it that friend who plays the flute? His flute music sounded so nice!"

Love for the house extends even to the crows on its roof, indeed!

Gu Jiao curved her lips into a smile, "Yes, I think it sounds nice too."

The focuses of children differ from those of adults. If Xiao Hen were here, he would definitely ask who that friend was, whether a man or a woman.

But Jingkong earnestly said, "Then he must be a very, very good friend of Jiaojiao. Will he return?"

"I don’t know." Gu Jiao really didn’t know; in that dream where she returned to the Marquis Residence, Liu Yisheng had come back, but now everything was quite different from the dream, and no one could guarantee whether they would meet again in the future.

The city gates slowly closed.

Gu Jiao lifted the curtain and looked back one last time at the official road outside the city.

Farewell, Liu Xiang.

...

Liu Yisheng was a poor man, and all his possessions included only a box of luggage and a basket of books that Gu Jiao had given him—taking Xiaoshi was, after all, a bit of sentiment for her.

The mansion was now empty, neither attended to nor sold.