The trouble with having a good reputation is that people come to your door every day to propose marriage.
At first, Nanqing and Ziqing would meet the guests in person and then scold them.
later.
"Take them to the flower hall to dry. No need to bring tea. They will leave when they are thirsty." Nan Qing ordered while drinking a small drink leisurely.
Ziqing nodded: "It will be like this from now on."
Er Er is practicing calligraphy on the side. The posture of the eight-year-old Er Er is a young boy. The cute face he had when he was a child is now more refined. He has a straight back and is holding a pen in his hand while practicing calligraphy. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a young man.
Ziqing was guarding the side.
Er Er still has schoolwork every day, and the family has invited a master to teach, so Er Er has to practice Chinese calligraphy every day.
Er Er doesn't dislike these homeworks, but he writes and draws very leisurely.
"Er Er, you have been practicing calligraphy for so long today, you can take a rest." Zi Qing said.
Er Er didn't even raise his head: "Anyway, if you have nothing to do, just practice for a while."
Ziqing: "..."
Nan Qing pulled Ziqing over and said, "Don't worry about it. Just let it do whatever it likes. Let's go to the backyard to enjoy the flowers."
Nanqing took Ziqing to the backyard. It was winter now, and several red plum trees planted in the backyard were in bloom. There was no snow in the south of the Yangtze River, and the red plum blossoms were beautiful and beautiful even without the snow.
"I'm going to get a jar of plum wine I made the year before last." Ziqing said and left.
Nan Qing went for a walk in the backyard first.
This kind of leisurely life is so comfortable.
Suddenly Er Er's voice came from his mind: "Enjoy this day, this world is going to be difficult for you, hurry up and earn more points for me."
"Er Er, aren't you practicing calligraphy? Why are you back in space again?"
"It's better to stay in my space and feel more comfortable."
After Er Er said this, he fell silent.
Ziqing brought over a jar of plum wine and some utensils for making wine.
“It’s better to cook the wine in winter so that you can drink it to warm your stomach.”
"Okay, then you can make me some wine."
There was a soft couch in the backyard, covered with thick fox fur, so it didn't feel cold to sit on it.
Nanqing leaned back lazily, while Ziqing was cooking wine carefully beside him.
"Leaving Chang'an was the best decision I ever made. I can't live enough of this magical life in a lifetime," Nan Qing sighed.
A smile appeared on the man's face, and he agreed with her words.
"No matter how good or bad I am, I never thought I could live like this in my life," he said.
Nan Qing clicked her tongue and was dissatisfied with his words: "How can you say you are virtuous and capable? Don't put yourself too low. A great beauty like Ziqing should live like this."
More than eight years later, she still praises him for his beauty every now and then.
He is still young now, but he will not be beautiful in a few decades.
However, Ziqing is not worried at all that she will change her heart as his appearance grows old. He feels her love clearly.
I still remember how she picked up the bowl of pills a few years ago without hesitation.
She said she didn't want him to experience the pain of giving birth and was even more afraid of an accident.
One child is enough, she loves him the most.
"The wine is ready."
"I'm going to go crazy if it's not cooked properly. This wine is so delicious."
Ziqing poured it for her, and Nanqing drank the wine happily.
Ziqing looked at her expectantly: "How is it? How does it taste?"
"Ziqing's wine is getting better and better."
It looks delicious.
Ziqing said: "This was brewed the year before last. It should be stored for a few more years to make it more fragrant."
"Are there any more in the cellar?"
"There are still a few more jars."
Nan Qing put down the cup, "I won't drink from those jars. I can hide them for a few more years or decades."
"Why have you hidden it for so long?"
"For the sake of deliciousness, the next time we drink plum wine, we should drink it when we are on the 22nd. We can also open a jar on our fiftieth birthday." She thought about when would be the best time to drink it.
Ziqing was amused by her serious look, "Okay, as long as you can bear it."
"If you can bear it, as long as you make more other wines for me, I won't be greedy for other wines."
Nan Qing was slightly drunk, and she couldn't help but stare at the red plum hairpin on his head in a daze.
Ziqing knew what she was looking at by looking at her eyes. Ziqing took off the hairpin and held it in his hand: "I have been wearing it all these years. This is my favorite hairpin."
"I love seeing you with it, too."
Nan Qing stood up suddenly. She walked to the red plum tree and raised her hand to break off a plum branch. There was still a red plum blooming on the branch.
Nanqing returned to Ziqing and put the red plum branch in his hair.
"nice."
In this world, it is normal for men to wear flowers, but Ziqing has never worn them before. Now she looks really good with this red plum blossom.
Fortunately, Nan Qing couldn't help but pounce on her. She was still staggering because she was drunk, so Zi Qing hurriedly hugged her.
"You're drunk."
"Yes, I'm drunk. You can wait for me to go back to my room and rest."
Nan Qing put her hand into his clothes.
Ziqing's body trembled and he looked helpless: "Qing Qing."
He was about to take her back, but Nan Qing didn't cooperate.
She pulled him: "There is no one around, and I also told my servants not to come over."
The meaning is very clear.
…
The magical days always pass by so fast, and time flies by, spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring, summer, autumn, and winter again.
In the blink of an eye, he grew up into a young man and became famous in Jiangnan at the age of fourteen or fifteen.
No one knows that Young Master Nanfu is beautiful.
It was also the first time for Nan Qing to see Er Er grow up.
Dressed in a blue brocade dress, with long hair tied up, her eyebrows are delicate and cold, her eyes look calm to everyone, and her behavior is elegant and majestic.
Er Er put down the teacup: "Why are you looking at me?"
Nan Qing: "You look good."
"..."
"Er Er, you have reached the age of getting married. Do you have a girl you like?" Nan Qing knew Er Er had a sweetheart, but deliberately teased him like this.
Two, two and one smile.
Nan Qing felt that Er Er's temper seemed to have improved.
But the next second——
"I could die young."
This way you don't have to get married.
Marry, how could it possibly marry!
Nan Qing: "...just kidding, Erer, you can't die young, and you don't need to get married. We still need your son to provide for us until we die."
