Chapter 67 Confused Memories But Who Made Her Like You, Meng Jun……

Meng Xiaozhi was stunned, “This matter……”

The young man in front of her was hesitant. She pondered for a moment and said rather cautiously, “It’s better to wait until Li Shinu returns to the capital before making plans.”

“Oh.” The young gentleman lowered his head dejectedly.

In just four days she would be back. Meng Jun’s downcast mood instantly became much more cheerful. He happily sent Zhidong to fetch the newly made summer clothes, and then took out all his folding fans, carefully selecting the fan tassels.

He even chose the most matching jade crown and belt.

“Young Master, are you going to attend a banquet?” Zhiqiu had followed him for so long, but it was the first time he had seen him so solemn.

The young gentleman just smiled without speaking, picking up the half-finished sachet and changing the embroidery pattern on it. Ordinary patterns were not enough; it would be better to embroider some auspicious patterns.

Meng Jun pondered for a moment, and also put the safety charm that was pressed under the pillow into it.

Even in armor, Li Ruantang in his dream looked thin and lonely from behind, as if a gust of wind could scatter her.

Whenever he thought of this, his heart was uneasy.

The young gentleman shook his head, desperately shaking off those unpleasant thoughts. It must be because he had been overthinking these days.

He embroidered carefully, stitch by stitch.

Outside the window was the summer of the capital. As soon as the peach and plum blossoms had fallen, the peonies and herbaceous peonies were beginning to bloom. The myriad colors were tainted by the dust raised by the clip-clop of horse hooves, yet they didn’t wilt at all.

The long days and short nights passed by in a flash, and four days had gone by.

In the dimly lit sky, a handsome young master was standing early at the gate of the Meng mansion. With a jade crown on his black hair, paired with a trendy sky-blue outer garment, he was standing on tiptoes, looking around constantly.

“Young Master, did we come out too early?” Zhidong vaguely knew who he was waiting for. But even if Li Shinu was returning to the capital, she probably wouldn’t choose this hour.

The young gentleman didn’t mind. He looked around for a good while, and when his legs became a bit stiff, he sat down on the small stool that had been prepared early.

He also knew that he was too eager, but just thinking that he could see her today, how could Meng Jun sleep?

Meng Xiaozhi had just returned from the prison. As soon as she dismounted, she saw the young man sitting inside the gate. She turned her head to ask the steward who came to attend, and hearing the expected answer, her heart sank uncontrollably.

“Let the young master return to his courtyard first.” She hurriedly left this sentence and rode her horse out again.

But these mother and son had the same temperament.

The steward persuaded him anxiously for half a day, then suddenly had an idea and said in a low voice, “Young Master, if you stand guard here, even if Li—”

She seemed to realize her slip of tongue and lightly patted her own mouth, then said, “Even if that person comes back, it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to approach directly in public, would it?”

The young gentleman was suddenly startled by her revealing his thoughts. Those beautiful phoenix eyes were full of surprise, and a faint blush appeared on his jade-like face. “I’m not waiting for anyone, I’m just… just sunbathing.”

The steward agreed repeatedly.

Meng Jun could tell from her expression that probably everyone in the mansion knew his thoughts.

The young gentleman was both embarrassed and annoyed. He stood up and took a few steps, then turned his head and explained very seriously, “I really am just sunbathing.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” The steward held back her laughter.

Meng Jun had grown up under her watch. This child had a pure nature and couldn’t hide anything in his heart. He would stick to whoever he liked and share good food and fun things.

When he was little, he liked to cling to Li Shinu. Now that he’s grown up, he knows to avoid suspicion. Earlier, they thought Wei Yunruo, the great Wei, would form a connection with the young master, who knew that this great Wei would end up in prison. After all the twists and turns, it’s still Li Shinu who is most compatible with the young master.

She smiled slightly, bowing to see off the young gentleman as he hurriedly returned to his own courtyard.

After all, the master only said to let the young master return to his own courtyard. As for the door in the young master’s courtyard, she didn’t need to have the maids watch too closely.

In this world, who hasn’t had their youthful days.

Under the plaque of the Meng mansion, the crimson main gate slowly closed.

The young gentleman returned to his courtyard, but he didn’t just return to his courtyard. Behind the opened door latch, a joyful face peeked out.

Meng Jun tidied his clothes and walked familiarly towards Li Ruantang’s bedroom.

Since he couldn’t wait at the mansion gate, sitting here was the same.

But how could an anxious heart truly calm down? The sky-blue figure was busy adjusting the small ornaments in the room for a while, then fluffing pillows and smoothing bedding. Most importantly, there was a new set of undergarments placed on the brocade quilt.

His slender fingers lightly brushed over the stitches that took several nights to complete, his gaze falling on the pouch folded inside. The young gentleman’s ears suddenly turned red and felt hot.

This was his first time doing this kind of task, and he didn’t know if it would fit her well. But he had secretly measured before, so it should…

His fingertips moved slightly, as if returning to that night, watching her restrain herself yet striving to detoxify him, while he joyfully and recklessly ignited fires everywhere.

For a moment, heat surged, and even the ice prepared early in the room couldn’t cool this burning shyness. He covered his face, secretly grinning.

Zhiqiu, who was guarding outside, suddenly let out a low cry. Wei Dan closed his eyes slightly, and after Zhiqiu calmed down, he said, “The young master will know about this sooner or later, but they said… they told us not to make a fuss. So, so in a while, you must first take the young master away from the Su Qin Wang mansion.”

“Yes.” Zhiqiu’s back turned cold, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He tucked his hands in, pondering how to first coax Meng Jun back to the mansion.

Sunlight shone through the window, casting warm, colorful squares on the ground.

The young gentleman had risen early today, and by now was feeling somewhat drowsy. He reached out and pinched his own arm, the pain making the corners of his eyes twitch, which drove away much of his sleepiness.

He couldn’t be drowsy; today was the day Li Ruantang was returning.