Don't be tempted, sir

In the midsummer morning, the sun was already a little dazzling, and the branches of the willow trees by the river were swaying in the wind. Zhang Yiqing was waiting for Meng Qiu on the bridge early in the morning, holding the lotus he had just bought from the flower dealer.

Meng Qiu saw Zhang Yi standing on the bridge and waving at her from a distance. Thinking of the red wedding dress she wore yesterday, she felt a little embarrassed. The red-faced girl approached and said in a gentle voice, "Good morning, Yilang!"

The sunlight that could not be blocked by the willow tree shone on Meng Qiu. Twenty-five was the age when she was graceful and charming. Zhang Yi happily handed over the lotus flower and said, "Here, it goes with you."

Meng Qiu took it and smelled the fragrance and asked, "Why do you want me?"

Zhang Yi scratched his head in embarrassment. "The scholars say that the lotus grows out of the mud without getting stained. I am just a rough blacksmith. Ah Qiu's gentleness must be like a lotus!"

"Nonsense, Yi Lang is not silt."

"Hey, then I am the flower stalk, supporting the flowers for my whole life!"

"You're so funny! What's going on today? Miss is so mysterious."

Zhang Yi was too embarrassed to speak, so he just said that he would eat first. The two walked side by side beside the stream and under the willow trees, enjoying the beautiful moment of being together like most young people in love.

On the other side, Xingyue didn't seem to be living such a peaceful life.

"Ah!!! Wait a minute, signature! You haven't signed yet"

"Miss Xing, I can't write..."

"Okay, okay, those who can't write can just put their fingerprints on it!"

Because Xingyue didn't know many words, and she was so sleepy when Shen Yining was teaching her that she didn't learn much at all. Meng Qiu, on the other hand, was studious and could read and write simple words.

"Remember to try them on first when you get them back! If they don't fit, alter them yourself. If they can't be altered, come back and exchange them later!"

"Ah~ Fortunately Yue is gone."

I was busy for a long time, and in the afternoon a lot of people came to exchange the wrong things, which made me even busier!

Shen Yining talked with his eldest sister-in-law and grandmother. Old Mrs. Shen was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. The three of them talked and laughed while they had lunch together and chatted until the afternoon.

"Jiashan! Doctor Liu said it's twins, so you have to rest well!"

"Grandma, Doctor Liu said we should move around more. It's not good for the twins to lie down for too long!"

"Nonsense, Yining, you don't know how tiring it is to walk with such a heavy body!"

"Can you walk less? Grandma!"

Seeing the grandma and grandson arguing fiercely, Wang covered her mouth and smiled, "Grandma, Yining, don't worry. I will adjust myself according to the situation."

"That's right, take a rest when you are tired, Jiashan"

"If you're bored, just move around!" Yining also covered her mouth and laughed

"I'm so sorry that Yi Ning has to worry about me before she gets married."

"It's all because of my old bones that I can't worry about it, oh no!"

"It's okay, grandma, sister-in-law. I think it's good to be fulfilled!"

"Yining! Your mother and father will be back in a few days, and you won't be so tired!"

"Mother and father are coming back?"

"Yes, Jiashan is about to give birth, so isn't it time for her to come back?"

Wang was actually quite afraid of giving birth, and she was always worried. Shen Yining saw it, and had already packed up the guest room. "Don't worry, sister-in-law. My brother has written a letter to your house, and the letter was sent back yesterday. Your mother and sister are on their way to the capital, and they will be here soon."

Wang was surprised. "Really? It's true! I haven't seen my mother and sister for a long time."

"Of course it's true! My elder brother wanted to give you a surprise, but seeing that my sister-in-law was always worried, he asked me to tell her on his behalf. I hope she will be happier!"

Wang was naturally happy, her eyes slightly red with emotion, and the old lady patted her hands to comfort her. "By the way, what has your eldest brother been busy with these days? He has not been seen for days."

"My elder brother is in the palace, he should be discussing state affairs with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

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Changjun: “Is that right?”

"Well, not bad." Song Xiaoyuan looked at Shen Changjun's comments leisurely.

Changjun rubbed his shoulders tiredly, sat up straight and sighed, "How long will it take for you to write, Xiaoyuan?"

"Well, maybe in a few days."

"I am a military officer. If I am allowed to go on the battlefield and kill the enemy, I will kill them all. Asking me to comment on it, isn't this torturing me?"

The prince had just finished writing. Ever since the last incident with Tongzhou, the prince has become more serious about his work. "Hey, Changjun, what are you talking about? How can I let others handle this memorial? I only trust you two. Who made us grow up with open-crotch pants?"

Song Xiaoyuan glanced at me and said, "So you almost killed me with one punch?"

"Hey, I'm so excited to see you alive! Besides, if you had told me the night you came back, how could I..."

Changjun said, "If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have come here without my wife to pretend to be a civil official."

"So, it's all my fault!"

They both said in unison: "Yes!"

The prince added, "You'd better reflect on this, Song Xiaoyuan!"

Changjun continued, "When I heard that you had died that day, I rushed to your house..."

The prince was furious. "You made Changjun and I cry in your house... You deserve to die! You, Song Xiaoyuan."

Song Xiaoyuan raised his tea and sipped it slowly, "....Sorry!"

The two men saw that he was wrapped in gauze everywhere and they didn't want to move him, otherwise they would have wanted to beat him up! Doctor Liu had just changed the medicine, and the previous scars were thickly coated with scar-soothing plasters. The new and old wounds were wrapped together, and it looked like he was seriously injured.

The criticized Changjun yawned continuously, the prince continued rubbing his eyes, and the only one who felt comfortable was Song Xiaoyuan, who fell asleep with his eyes closed on the soft couch.

It was not until the evening that Song Xiaoyuan finished and went back. He had a very good rest these days. He didn't have to do anything but recuperate. In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep, so he got up and went to the roof of the bedroom. From a distance, he saw a little eunuch sneaking up to the door of his bedroom. He glanced at him and ignored him, continuing to enjoy the wind and the moon.

On a quiet summer night, Song Xiaoyuan lay on the roof with his left hand as a pillow, feeling particularly good as the cool breeze blew.

"Xiao Yuan, my beauty is lying on the bed, why are you standing alone on the rooftop, feeling the wind?"

He tilted his head and opened one eye to watch the prince walk over to him and sit down, handing him a wine jug. Unanswered "You are injured and cannot drink."

"Tsk, stop talking nonsense! If you can climb onto the roof, I think you are just pretending to be sick."

Song Xiaoyuan slowly raised his right hand to take it.

"I knew you were pretending to be sick!"

The wine jugs clinked together and the two men drank together.

"Why, Prince, can't you sleep?"

"Xiao Yuan, I haven't seen Qizhu for several days. What do you think she is busy with? Why doesn't she come to see me?"

"You can go find her."

"How do you find it?"

"Climb the wall."

"No! How can a gentleman do such a mean thing?"

Song Xiaoyuan: “…”

"Why do I feel like Xiao Yuan is familiar with this? Tell me honestly whether you have turned over before. If it were you in the past, you would probably laugh at me for being sentimental or just ignore me."

Song Xiaoyuan didn't reply, so he sat up and drank: "Are you missing me?"

"Well, I miss Qizhu!"

Song Xiaoyuan finished his drink and stood up: "Let's go..."

At this moment, the prince was a little drunk and asked, "Where are you going, Xiaoyuan?"

"Go home. I can't get used to living in the palace."