novelaction Chapter 219
Chapter 219
Early summer is about to usher in, the pillows and mats have already been covered with jade mats, Wei Yueyan's bedroom is outside the green gauze cabinet, and Ling Qiufan's bedroom is in the green gauze cabinet, usually there is nothing wrong with Wei Yueyan into the back room.Although the husband and wife could not be called offending, Wei Yueyan was afraid of provoking Ling Qiufan's displeasure, so she kept doing so.That's why when Wei Yueyan stepped into the inner room and saw the familiar ornaments between the curtains, he suddenly woke up, but his body seemed to still have the numbness from the rain, and he clumsily retreated, showing a little at a loss.
"General." Ling Qiufan hurriedly stepped forward to support her, shaking his head, "You might as well stay and have dinner together."
While talking, a smell of food spread into Wei Yueyan's nose, seeing that she was still a little dazed, Ling Qiufan couldn't say much more, "I made all these dishes." He pressed Wei Yueyan on the chair while speaking. , scooped up a bowl of ginseng dumpling soup for her with his own hands, "There has been a lot of rain recently, and it is inevitable that the damp and cold will enter the body. Drinking more ginger is good for the body."
Wei Yueyan took the bowl from Ling Qiufan, looked at the round and white rounds and other brightly colored food in it, felt a pang of soreness in his heart for no reason, and radiated to the whole body along the blood vessels all over the limbs and bones. Warmth welled up in the eye sockets.
"Ma'am..." Wei Yueyan stared down at the Yuanzitang, but did not touch the spoon for a long time.
"Huh?" Afraid of her embarrassment, Ling Qiufan deliberately avoided her losing her composure at the moment, and picked up some fish on her own, the chopsticks turned a corner halfway and fell into the plate in front of Wei Yueyan.
"If..." Wei Yueyan hesitated for a while, as if she had made up her mind, the words finally jumped out of her throat, but she blocked the doorway hesitantly: "Nothing." She faced the bowl with difficulty Squeeze out a smile, "Let's eat, this is the first time I eat the dishes cooked by my wife."
Ling Qiu glanced at her, his long and narrow eyes were filled with a thin red that was about to weep, as if they had been dyed with a layer of natural rouge, instead of the fierce color of the past, it was overflowing with the affection that was once carefully feared to be perceived by others. .
Wei Yueyan didn't use a spoon, just drank from a bowl, and was searching for words to compliment her wife, when a long-handled spoon filled with a few white and exquisite balls was handed over to her eyes, and Ling Qiu was at the top The snow and ice fade away, and the gentle eyebrows and eyes of Hengbo.
"I trust the general."
"No matter what the general does, there is a reason for the general."
"One's own path, as long as it is worthy of one's own heart, does not need anyone's understanding."
"Besides—" She scooped those exquisite round balls into a bowl that was glowing with crystal clear water. When the white porcelain collided together, they made a crisp sound, like a star shining brightly after the clouds collected and the rain cleared like a mirror. night firmament.
"Even if no one in the world can understand, I am willing to understand. Even if no one in the world will know, I know."
There was a slap, the sound of water dripping into the soup.
Wei Yueyan finally couldn't hold back, and shed tears in front of his wife.
Chapter 110 IX
Hang Shicheng hastily opened an umbrella to cover Shi Zhuang's head, while the latter turned his face with guilt on his face, "I haven't come out after waiting all this time, is Mr. Qu unwilling to see me?"
"You worry too much, Mr. Qu is not such a person." Hang Shicheng comforted him.
"I shouldn't have said everything in that situation. Mr. Qu was not prepared at all, and now I'm being pressured by my uncle and the son-in-law's family..." The boy's brows were full of worry, "I didn't even I don't know how to help her."
Hang Shicheng disapproved and said: "It is better to speak out. Although it is difficult for Mr. Qu to handle it now, this matter has already caused a lot of trouble among the people, and no one can ignore the ultimate truth. The voice of the people is undoubtedly an invisible pressure. For Qu For adults, it is not a bad thing."
While talking, the butler of the Shangshu Mansion came out from the open gate holding an umbrella, stood under the eaves and put away the umbrella, and bowed to the two of them, "My lords have been waiting for a long time, I'm really sorry, my lords are still here I can’t see guests today due to illness, and the road is slippery on rainy days, please go back, my lords.”
"Master Qu is sick?" Shi Zhuang became anxious, "What's wrong with her? Does it matter?"
The housekeeper of the Shangshu Mansion did not explain the condition, but sighed, and said to Shi Zhuang: "Master Shi Zhang, you don't need to blame yourself. My lord said that she has already made a decision on this matter. Whether Master Shi Zhang said it or not Said, it’s just sooner or later. My lord also said that it is precisely because of the mastery of the medicine that the lord’s heart is straight, and when the overall situation is uncertain and the other party is unprepared, she may not be able to catch the other party by surprise. These are the reasons my lord ordered. If so, I want Mr. Shi to relax."
Hearing the words, Hang Shicheng patted Shi Zhuang, who was still a little anxious with his head down, "Look, Mr. Qu must have instructed the housekeeper to say this, so don't worry about it now."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the two walked side by side under one umbrella.
The day Shi Zhuang woke up from a long sleep was the first time they met.It's just that for them, one is a gentleman who meets for the first time, and the other has been guarding for many years.
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Qu Quan is ill.
In summer, the rain has increased significantly, and the sun has not cleared for a few days, and the cold wind is like returning to the season when the coolness of autumn turns to winter, and the mood is gloomy like Ququan.The gauze curtains hanging on the pavilion corridor were blown up by the wind and danced wildly, almost flying into the sky.The rainwater took advantage of the opportunity to float into the corridor through the gaps in the gauze curtain, and soon wet the thin sleeves of the spring shirt.Qu Quan sat next to the beauties in the corridor, holding a bowl of medicinal soup that had already cooled down, looking at the rain outside, wondering what he was thinking.