Suddenly hit by such a straightforward ball from Gu Ziyuan, Zong Luo was still somewhat unresponsive.
The prince in white froze for a while before he realized the meaning of “have been admiring for a long time”, and couldn’t help but feel extremely embarrassed.
Was he being confessed to?
Zong Luo didn’t pay much attention to matters of affection and had no idea about his popularity.
Before transmigrating inside the book, on April Fool’s Day, he was pranked by an unknown bored student who filled in a blind date information online, specifically indicating his education, age, and job position, blowing hard towards the genius graduate student advisor.
As a result, his phone was blown up that night. However, the people who called were not thinking that they had encountered a rare hot commodity in the blind date market, but called to scold him for false information. Zong Luo was so angry that he scolded the student that night.
Later, it was not that there were no new students who asked similar questions. Zong Luo always answered that he was dull and only liked to bury his head in the lab, not pleasing to people. Going out for a blind date, no one wanted him, so he might as well be alone for the rest of his life.
Students: ???
Our tutor seems to have some strange misunderstanding about himself.
Not to mention that he gives students the usual graduate student subsidies every month, and the money that should be given in the project has never been less. He was also good-looking, simply beautiful and kind-hearted, and was a well-known genius graduate student advisor in the school. With such conditions, you can’t find it with a lantern, but it turns out to be a single from the womb??? (TL: a person who has been single since birth and has never been in a relationship)
Inexplicably, the students were all motivated. No wonder he has such achievements at a young age, it turns out that there is no love in his heart, and is a natural deity in academics!
After transmigrating inside the book, although it was not as open as modern times, looking at the baskets of fruits and vegetables placed in front of the Third Prince’s Mansion from time to time, he could also know his image in the hearts of the people.
Being confessed to by the same sex in public was indeed the first experience for Zong Luo in his several lifetimes.
He opened his mouth, just about to say something, but suddenly raised his eyes alertly.
It was not until his gaze touched the deep red palace wall that Zong Luo came back to his senses.
This is not the Third Prince’s Mansion, but the palace.
After rebirth, Yu Beizhou often flipped over the wall of the Third Prince’s Mansion to eavesdrop openly, making Zong Luo subconsciously tsked whenever he heard a little movement while chatting with others.
Zong Luo subconsciously ignored the unnaturalness that had just risen in his heart, as if he had been caught on the spot, and turned back.
“Yes, it was me who was rude just now!!”
Gu Ziyuan’s face was red, and his eyes were much dimmer. “What I said to Brother Luo, I didn’t just want an answer. I just wanted to tell Brother Luo my feelings.”
He didn’t know what was wrong with himself either.
Upon hearing the good news of Brother Luo’s eye recovery, he ran over to celebrate with great joy. However, halfway through, he heard from his colleagues that the emperor intended to grant a marriage to the Third Prince, so he retracted his steps, tossed and turned for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to enter the palace.
Before coming, Gu Ziyuan repeatedly admonished himself that since the wood was already made into a boat, he should let go of those unnecessary delusions.
Yes, delusions.
Before this, Gu Ziyuan could still fantasize a bit. But when Zong Luo regained his identity and stepped into the court, he realized how naive and ridiculous his previous thoughts were.
If it were another identity, perhaps it would still be possible. But Brother Luo was not only a prince, but also lived in the Yuchun Palace, and was likely to be the only choice for future crown prince.
Their identities were as different as clouds and mud.
But when he really walked to the front, saw the white-robed prince with fully recovered eyes, and heard him say that the matter of the marriage grant was nothing but a false alarm, Gu Ziyuan, didn’t know what was going on, his brain heated up, and surprisingly just blurted it out.
In this way, it made Zong Luo not know how to respond.
But no matter what, even if it hurts to say it, Zong Luo must make it clear and leave no room for doubt. “If it’s what I think you mean, Ziyuan, I’m sorry, I don’t have that kind of feeling towards you.”
An expected answer.
However, even though it was expected, when he heard it, his heart was still torn with sadness.
“I’m sorry for troubling Brother Luo.” Gu Zi Yuan drooped his head, his eyes red. “I, I’m feeling a bit unwell, I’ll leave first.”
He got up without saying a word, apologized several times in a row, and hurriedly left with his head down.
Watching Gu Ziyuan’s back, Zong Luo sighed helplessly.
If it were something else, he would definitely not speak so absolutely. But if it was related to feelings, dragging or ambiguity was harmful.
He rubbed his temples, feeling dazed, and began to recall incredulously.
But no matter which period of getting along, Zong Luo did not notice any abnormalities. Including himself, he had always regarded Gu Ziyuan as a friend, with absolutely no other feelings.
Zong Luo muttered to himself. “Am I really that charming?”
About the time it took for a cup of tea, another servant came to report that Prime Minister Pei had arrived.
Zong Luo quickly sorted out his emotions and ordered the little servant to add a new tea bowl.
Pei Qianxue stepped over the threshold, and after seeing him, he took a serious look.
The white-robed prince sat upright in front of the desk, with a tall and straight posture, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and black hair like a waterfall.
After removing the white silk, his eyes were like a carp leaping through the ice, the whole person shed the sickly air, full of vitality, and returned to the original spirited, upright posture of the Third Prince of Great Yuan.
“Congratulations.”
The usually cold Pei Qianxue also couldn’t help but show a slight smile. “New year, new atmosphere, all good news.”
“By the way, I just saw that Confucian disciple with the surname Gu hurriedly leaving, what happened?”
When Pei Qianxue came just now, Gu Ziyuan was rushing out with his head down, almost hitting him.
Speaking of this, Zong Luo’s face suddenly became embarrassed. “Something happened, not a big deal, but some private matters, letting Ah Xue laugh.”
From his expression, Pei Qianxue noticed something unusual. However, he didn’t want to say more, so naturally, Pei Qianxue wouldn’t ask more.
Today happened to be the last day of Pei Qianxue’s postponed holiday. Like these few days, he came to find Zong Luo for tea and chess, chatting about everything.
