On Dongdu Avenue, the number one scholar was parading, and the young lady smashed two people in the heart with a walnut. The walnuts in Luo Zhuangyuan's hands and the walnuts in Wen Ting's heart slowly took root, sprouted, blossomed and bore fruit.
In Prince Jing'an's Mansion, Xijin, who was sweeping the floor, looked at Luo Zhuangyuan who came out of the living room, and ran over on tiptoe:
How old is Luo Zhuangwang? Is he getting married?
Luo Zhuangyuan: Twenty-one, never married.
Happy Jin: Does Luo No. 1 Scholar have an unintentional crush?
Luo Zhuangyuan: Never
happy Jin: That being the case, Luo Zhuangyuan is well on your way and will come again next time.
Wen Ting:... Does she think I'm dead?
Purpose: Palace courtyard