Traveling to ancient times, with space

Chapter 118 No One Loves Me

After taking in everything, Su Yue slowly closed the window and then half-reclined in the carriage.

At this moment, her mood was ultimately affected to some extent.

When she thought back to her past life, she often wondered to herself: what a wonderful feeling it would be to be loved and cherished by someone.

However, fate did not grant her wish, and she was born into a family that was extremely patriarchal.

And what about this life? When she was born, she had already lost the protection of her father and mother.

The deeper meaning behind the phrase "being loved" is completely unknown.

After all, no one's heart is made of iron and stone. How can one not feel saddened by such a situation?

As a result, a look of melancholy appeared on Su Yue's face.

Even the maids beside her keenly noticed the change in their master's emotions.

Qiaoxia stepped out gracefully and called Dali into the carriage, hoping he could use all his skills to make Su Yue smile again.

Meanwhile, Qiaoxiang sat quietly in front of the small stove, carefully stirring the tea leaves, and began to try making the milk tea that Su Yue had mentioned to her.

Meanwhile, Qiaoyun was also busy, focusing intently on making a brand new small handbag for Suyue.

Although she didn't utter a single word throughout, the worry overflowing in her eyes was impossible to conceal.

After Dali stepped into the carriage, she immediately began peeling the plump sunflower seeds for Su Yue without saying a word, and kept pestering Su Yue to teach her to read.

For a moment, although there was no laughter or cheerful chatter in the carriage, the warm and quiet atmosphere did slightly alleviate Su Yue's annoyance.

Su Yue's gloomy mood came quickly and went quickly.

Just moments ago, she was immersed in a melancholy mood, but in the blink of an eye, she regained her good mood as if the rain had stopped.

When Qiaoxiang carefully placed the pot of steaming, fragrant milk tea in front of Su Yue.

Her eyes lit up instantly, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Taking the teacup, I took a small sip, and the sweet and mellow flavor immediately spread across my tongue.

"Mmm~, Qiaoxiang, you're such a treasure! Look at your skills, they're amazing! No matter what ingredients you put in your hands, you can make them so delicious after cooking them."

"This milk tea tastes even better than anything I've ever had before! Come on, you all should try it too!" Su Yue praised Qiao Xiang enthusiastically while urging the others to taste the delicious milk tea.

Then look at Qiaoxiang. Hearing Su Yue's praise, her pretty face immediately turned bright red, like a ripe apple, which was quite adorable.

However, her hands did not stop moving at all. She skillfully picked up the teapot and poured a cup of fragrant milk tea for each person in turn.

Dali, standing to the side, made no attempt to hide her love for the milk tea, as she picked up her cup.

He gulped it down in a few mouthfuls, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and exclaimed, "Delicious! So delicious! I've never tasted anything so good before!"

After saying that, he stared longingly at the teapot on the table, as if he wanted another cup.

In no time at all, the pot of milk tea was completely devoured by everyone.

Dali looked at the empty cup, still feeling unsatisfied. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, smacking his lips as if he was about to swallow the cup whole.

Seeing this, Su Yue couldn't help but find it amusing, but at the same time she understood that everyone really hadn't had enough to drink.

So she turned to Qiaoxiang and said with a smile, "Qiaoxiang, thank you for your hard work. Please brew another pot!" Qiaoxiang responded.

Before long, the second pot of milk tea was freshly made.

This time, the group didn't rush to drink it all at once, but slowly savored the rare delicacy, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the moment.

Finally, after everyone had drunk two large cups, they put down their cups contentedly, ending the pleasant tea tasting.

After finishing the last sip of her milk tea, Su Yue let out a satisfied burp and then slumped like a lazy kitten.

Gently rest your head on his strong, thick thigh.

She stretched out her legs comfortably, crossed them high, and lay comfortably in the carriage, ready to check on Dali's recent progress in recognizing characters.

Dali picked up a book, cleared his throat, and began to read aloud earnestly.

However, after reading for a short while, her already somewhat sluggish eyes became even heavier, and her upper and lower eyelids seemed to be glued together, constantly trying to close.

"No, Dali, you mispronounced that sentence!" Just as Dali was about to drift off to sleep, Su Yue suddenly interrupted him.

"Oh..." Dali snapped awake, quickly rubbing his eyes to try and stay alert, and then started reading again from the beginning.

Sigh, studying is so hard! If I had known it would be this difficult, I shouldn't have started learning to read with A-Yue.

This is torture! Dali was filled with regret and wanted to collapse and sleep, but he didn't dare disobey Su Yue.

What should I do? As she thought this, her head drooped down involuntarily.

Qiaoyun, who was sitting to the side intently mending a handbag, couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle when she heard their conversation.

She thought to herself: It seems that not only does Dali find reading and writing difficult, but even the clever and quick-witted Su Yue can be lulled to sleep by this hypnotic reading voice.

Sure enough, after a short while, Su Yue, who had been full of energy, was actually stammering because of Dali.

The emotionless reading aloud successfully hypnotized me, and before I knew it, I was drifting into a sweet dream.

Meanwhile, Dali kept secretly observing Su Yue, who was fast asleep beside him, out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that she had finally fallen asleep peacefully, Dali breathed a long sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing: "Oh my god, thank goodness, she's finally asleep! Now I don't have to read this book anymore."

The route to Kyoto this time is not the same as the route Su Yue took when she fled the famine.

As evening approached, Qiaoxia had driven the carriage to a post station.

The post station had returned to its former order and was more lively than before.

The people in the post station heard the sound of horses' hooves, so one of them came out to check and found that it was a horse-drawn carriage. He went back inside to report.

He jogged out again, "Oh, how many of you are here, sirs!"

Qiaoxia whispered a few words to the person inside, then got off the carriage and helped Su Yue down.

"We need three superior rooms." Qiaoyun supported Su Yue on one side, while Qiaoxiang supported her on the other.

Dali followed behind, looking like he was not to be trifled with.