"Splash, splash—"
"Splash, splash—"
Lu Zheng gracefully served tea and water to the ladies, providing them with snacks. As Xiaocui stood up to assist, he gently pushed her back to continue playing.
As noon approached, Xiaocui needed to prepare lunch, only after she left did Lu Zheng join the table.
The group chatted as they played.
"Uncle An and Uncle Qian are both absent; it seems Taohua Temple is quite busy?"
Shen Ying nodded, "There have been many people these past two days. The common folk are devout, all hoping for better days in the coming year."
"Congratulations, sister."
"I have to thank your Lu Lang for suggesting 'Peach Blossoms.' By the way, didn't younger sister ask Young Master Lu to write a poem for you?" Shen Ying teased, casting a glance at Lu Zheng.
Liu Qingyan blushed but did not embarrass Lu Zheng, instead shaking her head and saying, "Lu Lang has already painted a picture for me."
"Oh—"
