When Luo Ziling was traveling in Yangzhou, he used another car, so it’s normal for the license plate number to be remembered.
But someone keeping an eye on his itinerary is definitely not a comfortable situation.
Luo Ziling instructed Shi Yidan to ask Zhao Songliang if he had informed Guo Chao about his visit to Gusu and the license plate number of the car he used.
If Zhao Songliang did inform him, he should be scolded a bit.
Luo Ziling wanted Shi Yidan to tell Zhao Songliang that it would bring danger to him.
“I’ve already contacted Zhao Songliang, and he said he didn’t inform anyone about the car number we used. Yu Hong and Fu Leilei also said they didn’t,” Shi Yidan shook his head, “It should be someone else who told him.”
“Let’s ask Guo Chao about it tomorrow when he comes to find us!” Since nothing happened, Luo Ziling didn’t want to investigate the matter deeply for now.
After the journey and travel fatigue, Luo Ziling was also tired.
Once Yang Qingyin finished showering, he jumped in to shower as well.
He didn’t disturb Yang Qingyin; they each went to sleep.
The things that needed communicating were done during the trip; there wasn’t much else to say.
Before sleeping, Luo Ziling talked to Ling Ruonan on the phone and roughly mentioned what happened today.
Ling Ruonan didn’t give much advice, but just told Luo Ziling to go with the flow.
The matters Luo Ziling talked about didn’t interest Ling Ruonan as much as he thought, which surprised him a bit.
Ling Ruonan’s attitude seemed a bit off.
Yesterday, she was very interested in Jinling’s whereabouts.
Today’s itinerary should interest her more.
Before hanging up, Ling Ruonan reminded again: “Be careful.”
Luo Ziling took that reminder as a cue to put up protective measures, feeling a bit awkward.
He was a bit worn out today, so after finishing the call with Ling Ruonan, he went to sleep.
Waking up, he felt refreshed.
Yang Qingyin felt the same.
Being young is good.
Yesterday’s fatigue was all gone.
Waking up in the morning, full of energy, everything felt wonderful, compensating for the lost time yesterday.
After bustling around a little, despite feeling a bit tired, they didn’t laze in the room; they prepared to go out and play. Just as they were packing up to leave, Ye Xiaoli came to report that Guo Chao contacted them, arranging a few people to take them to tour Gusu’s attractions.
“Since they’ve already arranged it, let’s not reject their kindness; it saves us from doing homework,” Yang Qingyin made the decision on behalf of Luo Ziling; after deciding, she said to Luo Ziling again: “It would be impolite to refuse their kindness!”
Luo Ziling originally intended to refuse, but since Yang Qingyin accepted, he didn’t object.
Guo Chao arranged for two professional tour guides.
Both tour guides were pretty young ladies, with good figures and looks, even Luo Ziling couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.
“They don’t value you enough; they didn’t arrange a handsome guy for you!” Luo Ziling teased Yang Qingyin: “A bit disappointed?”
Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes, “They just wanted something different; otherwise, if the arrangement was the same as Zhao Songliang’s, wouldn’t that be substandard? Moreover, they’re aiming to please you, so they sent two pretty young ladies to accompany you.”
“Not feeling jealous yet?” Luo Ziling chuckled.
“Hmph, I’m not as petty as you!”
“That’s good!”
Yang Qingyin gave Luo Ziling another eye-roll, then said: “So you’re suggesting Zhao Songliang reported yesterday’s situation to Guo Chao?”
“Not necessarily!” Luo Ziling shook his head, “It’s more likely that someone around Zhao Songliang or someone aware of the situation told Guo Chao, or Guo Chao sent someone to spy.”
Luo Ziling didn’t elaborate further.
The two pretty young guides were initially nervous, fearing they wouldn’t complete the day’s tasks and would be reprimanded. To their surprise, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin were quite genial, warmly greeting them without a hint of arrogance, so they eased up.
Gusu’s essence is its gardens, along with Tiger Hill, Hanshan Temple, and Jinji Lake.
Since they planned to leave Gusu by noon tomorrow, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin only intended to visit the Humble Administrator’s Garden, Liuyuan Garden, Tiger Hill, and Hanshan Temple.
The group first went to the famous Humble Administrator’s Garden.
Gardens are the essence of Gusu, and the Humble Administrator’s Garden is the essence of those gardens.
Such a place is most suitable for couples like Luo Ziling, walking hand in hand, enjoying the quiet charm.
The pretty young guides merely led them to a few famous sites, then wisely left time and space for Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin. The guides were tactful, and Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin appreciated it.
“This kind of place is best visited in spring,” as they passed by a small bridge over flowing water, Yang Qingyin pulled Luo Ziling into a small pavilion to sit, lamenting to Luo Ziling: “The autumn in the South, although not all the flowers and grass have withered, still gives a desolate feeling. Visiting Southern gardens in Gusu during spring allows you to truly experience the poetic and artistic scenery.”
“Then we can come back next year; visiting the South every spring isn’t impossible!” Luo Ziling laughed and said: “A stretch of green grass, Jiangcheng’s flying petals, plum-yellow rainy season. He Meizi wrote these lyrics probably in Gusu, right? The rainy season in the South can evoke more sentiment and provide more inspiration.”
“This poem is really well-written.” Yang Qingyin’s thoughts were stirred, and she sighed gently: “Ripples pass not the Heng Tang road, yet I gaze as fragrant dust departs; who shares those splendid youthful years?”
“I’ll share them with you!” Luo Ziling embraced Yang Qingyin, “With me here, you don’t need to be so melancholic!”
Yang Qingyin glanced sidelong at Luo Ziling, then sighed softly, “You are the biggest reason for sadness. He Zhu, He Meizi also wrote a poem: Beyond Changmen, all things change; why do we not return together? Half-dead phoenix trees post-frost, paired with white-haired swans flying apart…”
Yang Qingyin hadn’t finished reciting when Luo Ziling interrupted her: “I say, how could you quote poetry so randomly? This poem’s about He Zhu mourning his deceased wife, what’s your analogy here, isn’t it too inauspicious? This poem rivals Su Dongpo’s ‘Jiang Chengzi: Life and death distant, without consciousness,’ yet you use it? Isn’t this inappropriate?”
“It’s indeed inappropriate,” Yang Qingyin smiled sweetly, then softly said, “So recite the last line of this poem to me!”
“Who again, by lamp, mends clothes at night?” Luo Ziling was a bit puzzled.
“Me!”
Luo Ziling paused, then chuckled sneakily, pulled Yang Qingyin into an embrace, then whispered in her ear slyly: “Looks like tonight, I need to pamper you well!”
And ended up getting pinched on the waist by Yang Qingyin.
“Scoundrel!”