allonlinenovel Chapter 1105: Does he really have no sense of propriety?
Chapter 1105: Does he really have no sense of propriety?
"Hmm?" Jingren was taken aback, looking at the maid in front of him with some suspicion. She was usually meek and obedient.
My friend's maid couldn't possibly be this obedient!
Sakura calmly squatted down, casually grabbed a handful of clean snow from the side, gathered it in her palm, and quickly rolled it into a soft, appropriately sized snowball. She weighed it in her hand, then stood up, raised her eyes, and looked at Jingren with a half-smile. A rare, almost imperceptible mischievousness flashed in her clear eyes.
"How about... Sakura plays something else with you?"
How about a snowball fight?
"It'll keep you warm and active. The rules are simple: you win." She tossed the snowball in her hand, her tone light. "I advised the young master to get you a chariot, but what if you lose..."
Before Yingzi could finish speaking, she merely tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Prince Jingren's luxurious but clearly restrictive sable fur cloak and brocade cotton robe, her eyes filled with ill intent.
Jingren's heart skipped a beat under her gaze. He instinctively hugged the hand warmer in his arms tighter, coughed twice, and subtly took a half-step back: "Ahem... well, well... a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall. The ancients were right!"
Having a snowball fight... That's so improper, so improper!
I... I suddenly remembered that there are still a few ancient paintings in the office that were just sent from Kyoto and need to be appraised. Yes, appraised! I'll take my leave now!
Before he finished speaking, he had already grabbed the hand warmer, turned around and left, his pace more than twice as fast as when he came. The hem of his sable cloak left a shallow trail on the snow, as if he was afraid that the snowball in Yingzi's hand would fly precisely into the back of his neck at any moment.
Looking at his almost "hasty" back, Zhou Zhengqing finally couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.
This prince sometimes really does seem like a child who never grows up.
After the minor incident, the courtyard finally returned to a brief period of tranquility.
Only Huizi's occasional, clear, bell-like laughter and the crunching sound of her feet on the snow could be heard.
Zhou Zhengqing continued to accompany Huizi, decorating the snowman "Grey" with various trinkets they found. Yingzi also quietly joined in again, finding a few suitable dry branches and carefully attaching arms to the snowman.
Sometime later, the clouds seemed to have thinned out, and the sunlight became brighter, shining on the pristine white snow and reflecting countless tiny, dancing golden specks of light, which were almost dazzling.
Huizi ran around the snowman, her laughter filling the quiet winter courtyard with vibrant life.
However, this hard-won peace did not last long.
A rhythmic, unhurried sound of leather boots tapping on the stone path, carrying a unique cadence and a sense of pressure, came from afar, once again clearly piercing the tranquil air of the courtyard and breaking the warmth.
"Tap...tap...tap..."
His voice was steady and composed, each step like a gentle touch on the heartstrings.
Zhou Zhengqing didn't turn around, still focused on adjusting the angle of the gray scarf around the snowman's neck for Huizi. However, a very faint, barely perceptible hint of helplessness flashed across the depths of his calm eyes.
He knew who had come.
Sakura, who was standing to the side, heard the unique footsteps and subconsciously looked up at the moon from the side.
A slender, graceful figure, alluring yet capable, was seen walking slowly through the snow.
The woman was wearing a well-tailored, high-quality navy blue wool women's suit skirt that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous waistline.
She wore a long cashmere coat in the same color scheme, the front of which was casually open, swaying gently with her steps, revealing a close-fitting suit and a touch of plain white at the collar of her shirt underneath.
On her feet were a pair of mid-heeled leather boots. The heels tapped clearly and melodiously on the carefully swept path, revealing the bluestone slabs. Each sound was unhurried and gentle.
Her makeup was impeccable, with delicate willow-leaf eyebrows and slightly upturned phoenix eyes. Her gaze seemed to possess an innate, captivating, and languid charm.
However, between his brows, there was an inescapable chill and shrewdness, like a poisoned ice blade, beautiful yet dangerous.
It was Nanzo Yunko, the head of the Special Higher Police Section of the Military Police Headquarters, who was also known as the "Flower of the Empire".
Even in the dead of winter, this renowned female spy chief maintained impeccable demeanor and charm.
She seemed completely unaffected by the cold, her steps were unhurried, her waist swayed gently, with a rhythm that was both deliberately trained and completely natural.
Holding a thin brown paper document bag in his hand, he took in the entire scene in the courtyard with every step.
She walked straight to a spot about three steps behind Zhou Zhengqing and stopped at just the right moment.
She bowed slightly, the movement elegant, showing both respect and her unique charm.
When she opened her mouth, her voice was soft and melodious, like it was mixed with honey, yet each word was clear and distinct, ensuring that every syllable was accurately delivered to the other person's ears.
"General."
Zhou Zhengqing sighed silently to himself.
What's going on today? They're all acting like they made a pact.
I finally managed to steal a half-day of leisure and wanted to play in the snow with Huizi in peace, but I was interrupted one after another.
Do these guys really have no sense of propriety?
He certainly didn't know that most of the credit should go to Daichi Ogura.
With that mouth of his, and his "eagerness" to let everyone know, "The general is in a good mood today, go report to your work," the news spread like wildfire throughout every key corner of the military police headquarters in no time.
After all, understanding one's superiors' intentions and seizing the right moment to report are essential skills for those who work under noble young masters, and Ogura Daichi is quite "eager to learn" in this regard...
Although he was internally complaining, Zhou Zhengqing's face remained calm and composed, and he didn't even turn around immediately.
He forcefully inserted the last, slightly thicker, withered branch into the side of the snowman "Grey Grey's" body, adjusted the angle, and made it look like a slightly comical "sword" slung across his body.
Then, as if he had just noticed someone behind him, he patted the snow off his hands, straightened up, and gave a faint "hmm" in response. He still didn't turn around, but simply asked, "Is there something you need?"
Nanzo Yunzi straightened up, her gaze quickly and lightly lingering on the little girl who was squatting on the ground, curiously looking back at her. A complex and indescribable expression flashed deep in her eyes.
Then, as if casually, he quickly glanced at Sakura, who stood respectfully to the side with her hands at her sides and her eyes lowered.