Chapter 1587 Except Wushan Is Not a Cloud 138

At that time, there was still a steady drizzle outside the car, Sheng Bianmo lifted half of the curtains of the car, lightly pressed the cold curtain with his slender fingers, and quietly looked towards the pavilion.

The light rain is falling outside the pavilion, and young flower seedlings that have just been planted can be seen on the flower field. Facing the wind, there is a faint smell of fresh grass in the air.

Qiao Ran was sitting on the stone chair in the pavilion, obediently, with her eyebrows lowered slightly, her beautiful and clean fingers holding a pen to draw on the sketch, she still had such a clear and cold face, her eyes were serious and focused, Bet on the sketches.

She is constructing his garden.

Cheng Bian Mo looked at it quietly for a while, then lowered the curtain of the car, and said calmly, "Go home."

The coachman set off back without daring to say anything after receiving the order from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

At that time, Qiao Ran vaguely sensed something, paused the movement of the brush slightly, slowly raised her eyes from the sketch, turned her head subconsciously, and saw a carriage passing by outside the flower field...

Qiao Ran frowned slightly, but didn't think much about it, so she turned around and went back to sketching.

"Miss Qiao, remember to bring an umbrella when you go back later." Chen Yi waited for His Royal Highness to leave before handing over the umbrella to Qiao Ran.

After Qiao Ran got the umbrella, she was stunned for a moment, smiled and shook her head and said, "Thank you Brother Chen, no need, I brought an umbrella myself."

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, but insisted on giving her the umbrella, "It's okay, take it."

If you don't take him, you can't do business with His Highness the Crown Prince.

Qiao Ran still shook her head: "No need, I have an umbrella."

It would be fine if she didn't bring an umbrella, but it would be unreasonable for her to take Chen Yi's umbrella even if she already had one.

If Qiao Ran didn't take it, Chen Yi couldn't force her, so he could only take the umbrella back bitterly, and when he got back, he took the initiative to mention it to His Royal Highness, and explained why Qiao Ran didn't accept his umbrella.

But His Royal Highness still looked indifferent, and even threw the umbrella out.

Chen Yi was suffering in his heart, knowing that these two days had been difficult for him, but what Chen Yi didn't expect was that the more bitterness was yet to come.

It's like this, within a few days, the weather in the snow city is getting colder, and it's about to be the season of frost, and a translucent greenhouse has been set up on the flower field.

Qiao Ran asked Chen Yi for tomorrow's leave after finishing her busy day. Chen Yi naturally would not refuse her, but she mentioned this matter to His Royal Highness the moment she turned around.

As expected, Cheng Bianmo's face turned cold: "What's the matter she didn't say?"

Chen Yi shook his head and replied, "Miss Qiao didn't say anything."

Cheng Bian Mo lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Today, it was very cold and windy, Qiao Ran went up the mountain wearing a cloak.

Because she knew that the mountain road was not easy to walk, she was careful all the way. She would rather walk slowly than accidentally fall.

Qiao Ran came to...Qing Ye's tomb.

She made Qing Ye's favorite meals herself, and brought them to the grave one by one.

Today is Qing Ye's birthday.

Qiao Ran knelt in front of Qing Ye's tomb, looking at the word Qing Ye on the tombstone, her eyelids turned red little by little.

She struggled a lot to let herself speak slowly, "Qing Ye, I'm here to see you."

"how is your day?"

"I have listened to your words, live well, baby Xiaozhou and I are fine."

...

What Qiao Ran didn't know was that at that time, Sheng Bianmo was standing quietly behind a tree not far away, looking at her indifferently.