Closing the book in his hand, Xie Nuanyang picked up the plain water on the small table next to him and took a sip, then began to stare at the transparent and crystal clear cup and began to rotate it.

Xie Nuanyang sometimes feels that this world is still very magical, just like this transparent glass thing called glass, which can actually deform.

Not only can it be made into this cup, it can also be made into such a large window to block the wind.

If you think about it more carefully, this should have the same meaning as those glazed gold and silver that can change shapes, right? It's just that this glass is more rare.

I just don't know why, when Xie Nuanyang expressed such emotion to the nurse girl, the nurse girl who had always been somewhat hostile to her actually changed her eyes from disgust to sympathy, and finally to great pity.

As a person with a good upbringing, Xie Nuanyang nodded and smiled, then said nothing.

Because she always felt that if she continued to sigh, the nurse girl would burst into tears and cry bitterly.

"Why, none of your flower guardians came to see you?" A sudden sentence interrupted Xie Nuanyang's meditation.

Xie Nuanyang followed the sound and looked at the door, and saw a slight anger on the indifferent face of the visitor. He was obviously very dissatisfied with her, and there was even a hint of disdain and sarcasm in the frivolous tone.

However, Xie Nuanyang doesn't understand why the nurse girl next to her acts so adoringly for such a fierce man.

The nurse's eyes were shining with fascination, almost drooling.

Xie Nuanyang blinked and looked at the man who suddenly appeared with some confusion.

Is this person good-looking?

Not necessarily!

It looks okay at best.

But compared to the men and women in her family, it was far behind.

Not to mention compared to the head of the family, even compared to A Qing and brother Lan Ye, this man can't compare.

That means that this person should have some power. Otherwise, how could anyone look at him with such caution and admiration?

Looking at the pitiful look in the eyes of the doctor who followed him, Xie Nuanyang was even more certain that this man was probably a bully country squire or something like that, so even the doctor felt pity for his status.

But who is she?

She is Qingyue, the third young lady of the Shen family of nothingness, and she is the crown princess of the Moxi (pronounced tāng, Tang) dynasty who rushes in front as a shield. How can she be afraid of such a squire and bully?

Even if her current body is Xie Nuanyang's, she still won't lose to anyone!

Although Xie Nuanyang was unwilling to look down upon the man in front of her, years of tutoring and cultivation still prevented her from doing anything rude.

Therefore, Xie Nuanyang gently put down the glass in his hand, put the book on the small table beside the bed, stood up, straightened his clothes, stroked his hair, and then nodded with a smile and said hello: "Hello."

When Qingyue did this, he was still thinking hard about the etiquette of this place that he had read in the book before.

It seems that when two people meet here, they should reach out to hold each other's hands and say hello, right?

But Xie Nuanyang looked at his hands, which were dyed black and painted with colorful patterns on their nails, and then at this strange man. He felt that men and women were not intimate, so it was better to have less skin-to-skin contact.
Chapter completed!