I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 463 Sunset Flower Sea

Zhongli Yueluo tiptoed and gently kissed Su Fengjun's cheek: "If we're alone together, will you call me 'wife'?"

She blinked and spoke earnestly, and Su Fengjun felt as if he had returned to a dream.

He wanted to gently trace Zhongli Yueluo's face with his fingers, but he was afraid that the dirt on his hands would soil her face.

He pursed his lips and thought for a long time before nodding.

Finally, he squinted and said, "Wife, why don't you go wait outside?"

"My lord, I'll go out and wait for dinner." Her voice was sweet and soothing, as if it could warm the heart.

He was so happy he was almost overflowing with joy that he hummed a little tune while cooking.

Three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup were served. It looked like a typical home-cooked meal, but there was no way the two of them could finish it all.

Su Fengjun was in a great mood and accidentally did a little too much.

With one hand supporting her chin, she used the other hand to hold chopsticks and serve food to Zhongli Yueluo.

Before Zhongli Yueluo could even pick up her chopsticks and put them in her mouth, her bowls had already piled up like a small mountain.

Su Fengjun kept saying that this was delicious and that was delicious.

Finally, they even gave her a separate bowl, filled it with soup, and said that the soup was also delicious.

Zhongli Yueluo bit her chopsticks with some hesitation, her brows slightly furrowed.

Su Fengjun noticed even this small movement.

He immediately asked, "What's wrong? Is the food not good? If you don't like it, I'll make it again right away."

As he spoke, he prepared to get up and take the plates back to the kitchen, but Zhongli Yueluo grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

"Husband~, don't always make me eat. You should eat too. Look at my bowl!"

She spoke in a soft, gentle voice, unlike her usual cold and wise demeanor.

Su Fengjun almost dropped the bowl in his hand when he heard Su Fengjun call him "husband".

Zhongli Yueluo took it, placed it on the table, and picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks.

He handed it to Su Fengjun, opened his mouth, and said, "Ah~"

Su Fengjun opened his mouth somewhat blankly and ate the fish that Zhongli Yueluo fed him.

tasty.

And so, with each chopstick, the fish was reduced to a skeleton.

Zhongli Yueluo praised the food as she ate.

It was made in exactly the same way as her personal chef.

"Husband, when did you learn all this? I had no idea."

"My wife, these are all my secrets."

Zhongli Yueluo suddenly put down her chopsticks, reached out and pinched Su Fengjun's face, staring wide-eyed.

"You've been keeping a secret from me? Humph, you're not allowed to come into my room and sleep with me tonight."

Just like a typical bickering between a young couple, Su Fengjun repeatedly begged for forgiveness: "Wife, I know I was wrong."

After the meal, the dishes and chopsticks were cleared away, and Zhongli Yueluo sat in a chair, staring blankly into space.

Su Fengjun, however, had the leisure to prune the flower branches with a pair of round-cut scissors in his hand.

He would cut off all the excess withered leaves, and then he would walk away, with Zhongli Yueluo's gaze always following him.

He went to a tree, a pomegranate tree, which was already laden with fruit, seemingly ripened by magic.

It was boring to just sit there and wait for him, so she followed behind him. He picked leaves in front of her, and she picked flower petals behind him.

Su Fengjun could see her smiling face as soon as he turned his head.

But his gaze only lingered on her face for a moment before shifting elsewhere.

It was as if she were looking at a flower, walking over to cut it off with scissors, and then placing it flat on Zhongli Yueluo's hair.

She was more beautiful than any flower, which made Zhongli Yuelu very happy.

She'd lean close and ask, "Husband, do I look pretty? Am I prettier than the flowers?"

Su Fengjun's answer was, of course, that the entire flower garden could not compare to Zhongli Yueluo's beauty.

She brought flowers, but the flowers were merely for adding color to her appearance.

Zhongli Yuelu walked to the pomegranate tree by herself again.

A large, red fruit was already hanging on it, and it looked like it was almost ripe.

She tapped the surface of the pomegranate peel with her fingernail, then turned to ask Su Fengjun, "Is this ripe?"

"Are they edible? Why plant pomegranate trees? Is there any symbolic meaning behind it?"

The pomegranate tree has many symbolic meanings, but for Su Fengjun, it only has one meaning: to stay.

Moreover, the pomegranate was indeed ripe and edible, so he picked it and handed it to Zhongli Yueluo.

She played with it for a couple of moments before handing it back to him, too lazy to peel it herself.

Su Fengjun peeled open the pomegranate, revealing its plump seeds.

Zhongli Yueluo stuffed a handful into her mouth, not really liking the taste.

She casually remarked, "So many seeds," and it reminded her of the pomegranate, a symbol of many children and good fortune...

"Husband, we still have a long afternoon. Shall we go for a walk up the mountain behind us?"

As she spoke, she stuffed a handful of pomegranates into Su Fengjun's mouth, the sweetness warming his heart.

"There is another sea of ​​moonflowers further up the mountain, but it's only beautiful when the moon comes out at night."

Zhongli Yuelu blinked and nodded, but still took his hand and walked out of the courtyard.

Then we walked towards the back of the mountain. The road was very long, and we walked for a long time but still couldn't see the sea of ​​flowers that Su Fengjun had mentioned.

Only the wind rustled through the bamboo forest.

A bamboo leaf fell onto Su Fengjun's shoulder, and Zhongli Yueluo reached out and pinched it to cover her eyes.

Zhongli Yueluo smiled and turned to look at him, and Su Fengjun wanted to freeze this moment in his eyes.

He raised his fingers to trace her eyebrows, all the way down to her earlobe, and gently pinched her earlobe, which was very soft.

Zhongli Yueluo was taken aback: "Husband, what are you doing?"

"My wife looks so delicate, shall I carry you on my back?"

To turn all the warmth in that dream into reality, without causing any sadness.

Zhongli Yueluo rubbed the bamboo leaves with her fingers, and Su Fengjun squatted down.

She couldn't refuse, so she leaned on his back and put her arm around his shoulder.

Su Fengjun could feel Zhongli Yueluo's warmth constantly being transmitted to him.

The softness on her chest pressed against his broad back.

She doesn't feel heavy at all when carried on your back; you could probably lift her up with one hand.

The two walked quietly for a long time, and Su Fengjun was a man of few words.

Zhongli Yueluo lay on his back, looking around.

We finally reached the halfway point of the mountain, where there was a huge open space.

From afar, it appears lush and green; up close, one can see many flower buds among the grass.

This must be the moonlit flower sea that Su Fengjun mentioned.

The flowers only bloom when the moon is out.

This was slightly less impressive than the sea of ​​flowers I saw last time.

But being able to combine all the memorable elements together is a skill in itself.

"My lord, shall we wait here until nightfall?"

"The moon will come out soon."

Zhongli Yueluo didn't even look at the sky when she asked that question.

Because we were constantly moving through the woods, we didn't notice the passage of time at all.

Looking up at the sky now, the sun is already obscured by clouds and is gradually setting in the west.

The crimson sunset glow on the distant horizon resembled a field of flowers.

The sun had not yet completely set when the moon was already hanging in the sky, and the flower buds were gradually blooming.