Yuwen, having angered Zhuo Ya, caught Gu Sheng's bright eyes, "The Magistrate has good taste."
Yuwen chuckled, "Yes, I also think I have good taste."
Gu Sheng was considering getting engaged, regretting his earlier firm refusal of marriage proposals. Now he had to wait for an engagement, though he wasn't in a rush to marry; the Magistrate was still young, he just wanted to betroth her back home.
Yuwen waved her hand in front of Gu Sheng's eyes, "What are you thinking about, not saying a word for so long? The tea in front of you has gotten cold."
Gu Sheng smiled, took up his teacup and said, "I want to save up more silver."
The land was still too little; they needed an estate at the very least.
Yuwen raised her eyebrows, "You're really not concerned about reputation? You've been in the Hanlin Academy for almost three years."
"I prefer practicality."
