It was no wonder Song Qingshu thought that way. To someone from a later age, the word "green" was simply far too eye-catching. A joke from the internet of his era immediately surfaced in his mind: "Fall in love with a wild horse that has broken free of its reins, and find a lush green prairie above your head."
The moment Song Qingshu said it, the expressions of the two women in the carriage turned strange. Ren Yingying looked at him. "Did some girl just say that to you?"
Though he did not understand what it meant, a man's instincts told him that admitting it now could lead to nothing good. He shook his head like a rattle-drum and hurriedly denied it. "No, no~"
Huang Rong chuckled. "Qingshu, why lie? That line comes from Wang Wei's 'Farewell in the Mountains': 'When spring grass turns green next year, will the prince return?' Now that you have been made prince of Qi, who else could that prince refer to? She wants you to come back soon."
Song Qingshu suddenly understood. No wonder the Yellow-robed Woman had worn such a sour expression earlier; he had failed to understand what she meant. As someone from a later age, he might know some history and have seen more things, but his mastery of classical poetry truly could not compare to the people of this world. No wonder he had not understood.
"So this is what it means when they say being uneducated is frightening." Song Qingshu regretted it deeply. Then he noticed the two women looking at him with teasing smiles, and his old face heated up. He coughed twice and said, "Well... she's just a friend. An ordinary friend."
"Is that so?" Ren Yingying looked thoughtful. She silently sighed, but did not press the