Chapter 427
Chapter 427 Sorry for the inconvenience
"A flower for you, two cuckoos in Shu?!" Seo Jang Geum muttered softly, her face flushed with clouds of red, her small hand trembling slightly. She was eager to take the flower branch but hesitated inexplicably.
How could he not have thought of this? It was both a flower and a poem; what woman could resist? Zhao Kangning was secretly distressed. Although he had always despised Lin San's actions, seeing Lin San's performance today, even he, who considered himself suave, unrivaled, and elegant, had to admit that when it came to courting women, he and Lin San were simply not on the same level.
"Sir, Sir," Seo Jang Geum's face turned a deep red, biting her cherry lips, her snow-white hands opening and closing, surging like tides of thought, "Is what you said true? This Jindallae, are you really giving it to me?"
"Oh, it was just a momentary exclamation," Lin Wanrong sighed lightly and smiled, "I could have given you this azalea, but this little poem is not for you. To avoid misunderstanding, I better take it back." As if unintentionally, he lightly brushed the fiery red azalea against Seo Jang Geum's small hand and indeed took it back.
Zhao Kangning watched with great joy; this Lin San seemed to be showing off, with no real interest in Seo Jang Geum. He hurriedly said, "Exactly, exactly, you have several wives at home, don't give flowers to other people's young ladies, it will ruin their reputation."
Seo Jang Geum lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes. She turned her head away, not allowing others to see, and spoke softly, "Thank you, sir, for telling me the story of the cuckoo in Shu. I know I am like a weak willow, incomparable to the beautiful Jindallae. But the legend of the weeping cuckoo, I will remember forever. Thank you!" She bent down deeply, expressing a reverence and devotion beyond words.
"Not at all, not at all," Lin Wanrong smiled and helped her up, "Life is like floating dust; thirty years in the east and thirty in the west. If there is an azalea in your heart, there is grace in life. Don't belittle yourself."
Zhao Kangning listened on the side, blood boiling. This Lin San was just reciting some off-tune lewd poems; how could he suddenly speak with such Zen wisdom? How could anyone be so shameless?