Chapter Thirty-one: Hug you according to your heart
When we got home, it was already dark. Cheng Hua'er had already prepared dinner and was waiting for the three of them to come back.
As soon as Cheng Qinghan entered the room, he saw Yuan Qi teaching Liansong how to write step by step.
She leaned behind the two of them and said with a smile: "Mr. Yuan's word is really good. Lian Song should learn it hard."
"I know, sister."
Cheng Qingwen looked at the two completely different lines of characters and blinked: "Look at your characters next to Mr. Yuan, they look like centipedes."
"Sister..." Lian Song suddenly became unhappy when he heard this.
After Yuan Qi finished writing the last stroke, he raised his eyes and looked at her: "If you put it together with your calligraphy, Lian Song's calligraphy will be easily ignored."
Cheng Qingwen immediately stood up straight and rolled her eyes. Doesn't this mean that her ugly handwriting is more eye-catching.
Moanqi patted Lian Song and signaled him to get up first. Then he pulled the girl to sit on a chair and handed her the brush.
"Master Yuan, you are not being kind." Cheng Qingwen did not take the brush and looked straight at the person in front of him: "You only need to know that I am ugly, but you still want to embarrass me in front of juniors!"
"I'll teach you."
She looked at the person in front of her smiling lightly under the candlelight, her own figure reflected in her clear eyes.
Motoqi's appearance is excellent, and even male celebrities in the 21st century may not be able to compare with him.
Wearing green clothes, she looks like the breeze and the moon.
Cheng Qingwen looked at the people in front of him, and in his mind there was only one sentence that his teacher had said: A gentleman is like Heng, and Yu Yi shines brightly.
"Cheng, Qing, Huan."
Moan Qi's voice rang in her ears, and she quickly turned her head to look, but her lips brushed against his earlobe.
Suddenly, their bodies froze.
Moanqi's hand holding the brush paused, and ink dripped from the tip of the brush onto the character "婠".
Only then did Cheng Qinghan realize that he was holding her hand while writing. Their bodies were so close that they seemed to be sitting in his arms.
She quickly stood up and said seriously to Lian Song behind her: "Master Yuan's calligraphy is very good, you should study hard."
After saying that, he quickly walked to the window and patted his red cheeks.
Yuan Qi looked at her figure and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"Huanhuan, these two pieces of cloth are quite beautiful. How about you and I make a suit for you and Aunt Liu?" Cheng Huaer held the dark blue cloth and said to the person by the window with a smile.
"This was originally chosen for you and Aunt Liu." Cheng Qingwen turned around and looked at her holding the piece of cloth with the soaring cloud pattern, and asked softly: "Auntie, this piece of cloth?"
The woman nodded: "This flower is what you girls wear. I am older, so this pattern is more suitable for me."
"This is a piece of cake. If it weren't for her, I would have only bought that one thing."
When Lian Zhi heard this, his face was filled with fear, and he waved his hands quickly: "I was just guessing."
Cheng Qingwen was a little confused when she saw this scene. She just wanted to praise her. Why did she have such an expression?
Cheng Hua'er saw her thoughts and brought the person to him with a smile: "I will measure you."
Cheng Qingwen looked at the girl and nodded, standing there obediently, letting the woman control her.
She rubbed her forehead and put away the finished dishes in the kitchen.
"What are you thinking about?"
Song Qiaoqiao came in at some unknown time and stood beside her, helping her wash the dishes.
"I'm wondering whether to repair the house before the new year or after the new year." Cheng Qingwen turned her head and said softly: "This kitchen leaks when it rains. I don't know if it will snow this winter. If it does, it must be done in advance.
Repair the house."
Song Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "So you are thinking about this, I thought you were thinking about Lian Zhi."
"What's the use of thinking more, it's still the same."
"What about Lord Yuan?"
"kindness?"
Song Qiaoqiao took her hand, pointed to the bracelet on it, and said with a chuckle: "This bracelet was given to you by Master Yuan, right? What is the relationship between you two?"
Cheng Qingwen remembered what happened just now, a ripple flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled heartlessly: "This bracelet can be exchanged for accommodation fees with A Zhu. Once the money is obtained, it will be returned to the original owner."
"Do you really think so?" Song Qiaoqiao chuckled softly: "I just heard my mother say that your mother asked Yuan Qi's birthday and family members today, as if she wanted to match you."
"My mother is like this when she meets a better man. Didn't she want to betroth me to A-Zhu earlier?"
"But my mother said that Mr. Yuan seemed to have that intention and answered all the questions."
Cheng Qingwen paused, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "People who come from a famous family will always do some superficial things."
She patted Song Qiaoqiao, who wanted to say something, arranged the dishes and chopsticks neatly, and left with a smile.
Yuan Qi agreed to change the bed and took Lian Song to sleep in the attic that night.
That night, the three of them slept soundly on the big bed in the separate room.
It wasn't until dawn that Cheng Qingwan woke up.
As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw Motoqi sitting in the yard.
"Master Yuan, why do you get up so early?"
"I'm used to it. When I'm in the capital, I have to get up at the Yin hour and go to the palace at the Mao hour to listen to the Taifu's lectures."
Cheng Qingwen calculated the time and admired the person in front of him. He started at three o'clock and had classes at five o'clock. It was really not a human thing for the prince to accompany him to study.
She shook her head and walked to the kitchen, still muttering in her heart.
Motoqi watched her back disappear, and then took out the letter that had been hidden in his sleeve. He read the content with a solemn expression.
Then, he walked into the kitchen and without Cheng Qingwan's attention, he stuffed the letter into the stove and burned it.
"Master Yuan, your clothes cost a few taels of silver at least. They are not suitable for sitting in front of the stove." Cheng Qinghan looked at the giant Buddha who was lighting the fire, but he happened to be wearing a moon-white dress.
"It's warm here." Yuan Qi's eyebrows were watery and he looked at the person in front of him tenderly: "Besides, I look good on you too."
After hearing this, Cheng Qingwen paused and thought for a moment: "The most beautiful thing in Songjia Village is the girl Xiao He in the west of the village. I heard that when she was washing clothes by the river, she was surrounded by a large group of men."
"She is not as good as you."
Cheng Qinghan's face turned red immediately after hearing this.
I have lived for more than twenty years, and I have never been teased like this by anyone.
She coughed twice and said immediately: "Does Mr. Yuan think that if I go to the river to wash clothes, I can attract a large group of men?"
Moan Qi looked at her and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "If you want, I can find a man for you."
By the time Song Qiaoqiao got up, Cheng Qinghan's face was already red from being teased.
The person in front of her kept staring at her like this, his face full of tenderness, and he didn't know it, but he really thought he had fallen in love with her.
Cheng Qingwen put down her breakfast, pulled her good sisters outside, and spoke about this matter solemnly.
"Tell me, is he really crazy?"
Song Qiaoqiao looked at the person who subconsciously looked over and shook his head: "Master Yuan's look, I think this may be the dream you had last night."
Cheng Qingwen followed her line of sight and happened to meet Yuan Qi's clear eyes, and was startled.
"Did you dream last night?"
After breakfast, she took the hoe and went to the fields, where she didn't come back until evening.
As soon as he entered the door, he lowered his head to eat. After finishing the meal, he went directly into the room and lay down on the bed.
The figure of Yuan Qi can't be left in my mind. He is as gentle as water in the morning, but he is far away when eating.
Was this really her dream last night?
But this is impossible, this scene is so real.
Could it be that Yuan Qi treats himself...
Cheng Qinghan kept tossing and turning until midnight and still hadn't fallen asleep. She put on her clothes and wanted to sit in the yard.
As soon as the door opened, I saw a dark figure coming out of the back door.
The first thought in her mind was that that bitch Song Daqiang came to destroy her crops again.
So he angrily picked up the sickle and followed him out.
As soon as she walked to the back door, Cheng Qinghan heard the sound of the two people talking.
"This is the evidence we found in Lin County. There was a witness, but he was killed by the pursuers."
"When the prince hands over this evidence of colluding with important ministers and plotting against the crown prince, His Highness the Third Prince may never have a chance to visit the East Palace again in his life."
"Your Excellency is wise and spread the news that you are being hunted, dying, and being raised in a village woman's home. As expected, His Highness the Third Prince sent someone from Lin County to check."
"His mother's family is not an important minister. He is a member of a poor family who passed the imperial examination. Naturally, he cannot afford to hire so many experts."
Cheng Qingwen's hands and feet went numb after hearing this. She said that such a high official couldn't live in three tile-roofed houses, so he wanted to come to her place and squeeze in with a little kid.
She touched the beads on her wrist and was no longer in the mood to listen anymore.
As soon as she turned around, she heard the person behind her immediately chasing her and pulling her out of the house.
Just as Cheng Qingwen was about to speak, a dagger was placed on his neck.
She swallowed and looked up at the person in front of her.
Yuan Qi saw her face clearly through the moonlight, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes: "Why are you up?"
"I thought there was a burglar in my house." Cheng Qingwen lowered her eyes, looked at the ground, and said softly.
"You go back first."
The attendant on the side glanced at his master and put the dagger back: "Yes, I will pick you up tomorrow morning."
After saying that, the person disappeared quickly.
Cheng Qinghan leaned against the wall, eyes lowered, not knowing what to say to the person in front of her.
Suddenly, a cloak fell on his shoulders.
"It's cold outside, be careful of catching a cold."
"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Cheng Qingwan wrapped her cloak a little tighter and looked up at him.
"There are some things that need to be dealt with." Yuanqi took a deep breath and stared into her eyes: "I'll be back in ten days."
Cheng Qingwen took a step back and said with a smile: "You have a safe trip, I will wait for you to come back with the villagers of Songjia Village."
"婠婠." Yuan Qi gently called the person in front of him, and then obeyed his heart and pulled the person into his arms.
"you……"
Cheng Qingwen smelled the fragrance on his body, blinked her tired eyes, and thought for a while before speaking: "Master Yuan, are you going to say goodbye to me tonight?"
Yuan Qi's body stiffened for a moment, and after realizing that she was pretending to be stupid, he said hoarsely: "No, I just want to give you a hug."
