The next day, the sun rose in the east and the sky was bright.
Liu Mingzhi had just woken up from the gentle countryside and happened to see Qinglian walking into the study with light steps carrying a copper basin for washing.
Qinglian was about to send the copper basin filled with hot water in her hand to change the washing rack when she saw Liu Mingzhi who had already sat up on the soft couch.
"Ah, husband, you are awake. Did my footsteps disturb you?"
Liu Mingzhi yawned with his mouth open, rubbed the dirt at the corners of his eyes a few times, got up and walked towards Qinglian with his shoes on.
"It's not noisy, it's not noisy. My husband woke up naturally after getting enough sleep. What time is it now for Lian'er?"
"It has not been long since dawn, probably just after midnight.
Husband, if you are still a little sleepy, just sleep a little longer. At worst, I will prepare a new basin of hot water for you then."
When Liu Mingzhi heard Qinglian's gentle and considerate words, he shook his head happily, reached out and took the copper basin in her hand and put it on the changing rack next to him.
"I'm not going to sleep anymore. Since I've already woken up, there's no point in going back to sleep."
"Are you really not going to rest anymore? After all, husband... you worked hard for so long last night."
"Hey, even if there are three or five of you sisters on weekdays, your husband can handle it easily, let alone Lian'er, you are the only one?
If I hadn’t looked at Lian’er and made you too tired last night, I would have been able to fight you for another three hundred rounds.”
When Qinglian heard Young Master Liu's proud words, her face was already flushed, and her radiant pretty face instantly added a charming charm that was alluring and imaginative.
"Bah, a bad husband, you just know how to bully me."
"Hahaha, silly Lian'er, you are a good wife to your husband. As a good wife to your husband, who else can you bully if your husband doesn't bully you?
I won’t tease you anymore, go and tidy up my husband’s clothes, you will have to change them after your husband takes a shower.”
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Qinglian did not walk towards the soft table next to the bookshelf, but walked towards the table with tea sets a few steps away.
"Husband, before I brought you the hot water, I had already fetched a set of your clothes from the room. You can just change into these clothes after washing. I will bring you the clothes from yesterday and clean them.
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"No need, I just put on those clothes yesterday, and they're not stained with anything dirty. There's no need to change them so diligently."
"There is indeed nothing dirty on the clothes, but I don't know how you did it. There are too many creases on the clothes. Husband, it doesn't look elegant on you.
Husband, I know that this sky-blue Confucian robe is a reunion gift from Miss Hoshino to you, so just put your heart in your stomach, I will not break it for you."
Liu Mingzhi spit the fine salt water in his mouth into the copper basin at his feet, turned to look at Qinglian's smiling face and shook his head with a wry smile.
"What are you thinking about? My husband is not afraid that you will ruin the clothes Hoshino gave me, but I don't want Lian'er and you sisters to work so hard.
You sisters never let the maids get their hands on your husband's clothes. You always take them and clean them yourself. If you change one less for your husband, you sisters will have less work to do.
It's obviously for your sake, but you still don't appreciate it."
"Yes, yes, yes, husband, it is whatever you say. Wash up quickly. Don't let the hot water get cold later."
After a while of tea, Liu Mingzhi, who had finished washing, changed into a pale white Confucian robe under Qinglian's service.
Qinglian put the ring she took off from her belt back on Liu Mingzhi's waist, then carefully arranged the collar under his hair, and then nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, I'm finally done."
Liu Mingzhi also sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to pinch the beauty's jade cheeks and said fondly: "Yes, it's all over. Alas, as a husband, a grown man can't have so many things to pay attention to. As long as he looks like
It doesn't matter if it's legitimate or not.
If I fell into the hands of your sisters, it would be a hard time for my husband."
"You just need to be content with your bad husband. I, my sister, are not so careful because of your appearance. After all, you are the king of a country and you must pay attention to your manners and behavior."
"Come on, you sisters can do whatever you say. It's getting late, we should go have a meal."
"Okay, I'll go get the clothes you changed from my husband first."
After Liu Mingzhi casually locked the door of the study, the couple faced the rising sun in the east and rushed towards the main hall of the inner courtyard together.
Along the way, Qinglian always looked at the husband beside her affectionately, never taking her eyes away for a moment, and the corners of her lips would raise a sweet smile from time to time.
The man beside me, who has been with me for a long time, has left a shadow in my heart that I will never be able to erase in this life!
When the two of them passed the corner of the corridor, Qinglian looked at her husband's affectionate eyes and her eyes suddenly condensed, and her slow steps suddenly stopped.
"Husband."
"Ah? What's wrong Lian'er?"
Seeing the puzzled look on her husband's face, Qinglian directly put the clothes in her hands on her arms, raised her jade hands and stretched them towards the temples next to Young Master Liu's ears with a slight trembling.
Liu Mingzhi looked at Qinglian's sad face with confusion, nodded slightly and asked softly: "Lian'er, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
Qinglian didn't answer Liu Mingzhi's question. She pulled out a strand of hair from his ear with slightly trembling arms and clamped it between her fingers.
Under the rays of the morning sun, Qinglian stared blankly at the hair that exuded gray-white light, with a touch of sadness directly revealed in her pretty eyes.
"Husband, you...you have gray hair, you have gray hair!"
When Liu Mingzhi heard Qinglian's somewhat depressing words, he immediately felt that he couldn't laugh or cry. Previously, Qinglian looked so fussy that he thought she saw something terrible on her head!
At that moment just now, I felt faintly nervous, thinking that I had encountered some kind of plot. After a long time, it turned out to be just a white hair.
This stupid woman is really willing to kill someone without repaying her life!
Liu Mingzhi smiled disapprovingly, raised his hand and followed Qinglian's jade hand towards her ear, directly pinched the hair between her fingers and pulled hard.
Liu Mingzhi pinched the hair between his fingers and rubbed it gently a few times, then nonchalantly handed the hair to Qinglian and waved it a few times.
"Lian'er, you might as well be scared to death, my husband. Your surprised expression just now really shocked my heart.
Isn’t it just a white hair? Why are you making such a fuss? It’s as if you have never seen white hair before..."
Liu Mingzhi only said half of his words before he stopped talking. He slightly lowered his head and looked at the gray hair held between his fingers. His expression changed from the initial disapproval to silence.
When he was halfway through speaking, he suddenly realized what white hair meant in the eyes of people of Dalong's era.
Liu Mingzhi stared blankly at the gray hair between his fingers for a long time without saying anything. He never thought that he would have gray hair so early.
Gray hair has appeared! Gray hair has appeared!
Are you really old?
Maybe, maybe I am really old.
Liu Mingzhi suppressed the melancholy thoughts in his heart, looked at Qinglian's pretty face filled with sadness with a smile, and casually threw the gray hair in his hand to the ground.
"Oh, Lian'er, what's the expression on your face? Isn't it just a white hair? Are you looking like this?