After rebirth, the domineering empress chased her husband

Leng Hanyan also followed him out.

The general behind him followed closely.

Nanbeijiu heard footsteps.

Look back.

"Yan'er, I'm sure you'll be impressed after not seeing you for a long time. You play the guqin as well as I do."

Nanbeijiu said what he had just wanted to say.

"Beijiu, we grew up together. I even liked you, and later I learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting for you."

The original body, Leng Hanyan, did a lot for Nanbeijiu behind the scenes.

However, Leng Hanyan, being a girl, was too reserved to say it out loud.

Nanbeijiu's body trembled.

"Haven't you always been fond of fighting and not interested in the ways of scholars?"

"I learned this just for you!"

Nanbeijiu lowered his eyes.

"Don't try to impress me. I won't fall for it."

"Well, that set."

Leng Hanyan stood next to Nanbeijiu.

The tall Leng Hanyan was only as tall as Nanbeijiu's shoulders.

Small bird-like proportions.

"Meet the Young Palace Master."

The general stepped forward and paid his respects.

"General, don't be so rigid. If you have anything to say, just speak up."

Leng Hanyan's heart belongs to Nanbeijiu, so naturally she is polite to his relatives.

"Regarding Bei Jiu's nonsense, please forgive me, Young Palace Master. As his elders, we absolutely do not support it."

"Oh! Don't worry, General. I don't mind this matter."

"That's good."

The general glared at Nanbeijiu fiercely.

"Why don't you thank the Young Palace Master for his generosity?"

"Mother, what's wrong with me? I pursue a free life. Is there anything wrong with having a lofty spiritual level?"

"You are not wrong, but it was a mistake for you to be born into the Nan family. If you have the ability, you can be reborn into a commoner family! Who will care about you at all?"

The general was furious.

"General, please be patient. Beijiu has no such intention."

Leng Hanyan started helping Nanbeijiu out before she even married him.

The general raised his eyes slightly and glanced.

My heart suddenly relaxed.

It seems that the Young Palace Master likes Jiuer very much.

"Then wei Chen resigns."

"Go down!"

Nanbeijiu was upset, with pressure from his mother on one side and from the royal forces on the other.

At this moment, he was feeling very distressed.

"Sister Yan, what do you want me to do in order to let me go?"

"You really want to leave that badly."

"Well, I've been to other countries, and the men in those countries are not so humble. Instead, they all live a respectable and decent life."

"Then stay with me for three days. If you still insist on leaving after three days, I will not try to keep you."

Leng Hanyan lowered her head.

It is true that women are superior to men, which is somewhat humiliating and inhumane for a tall and strong man.

But he was born in the North, and his ideas are deeply rooted.

And she firmly believed in the friendship between them as childhood sweethearts, and he must have her own feelings in his heart.

"Okay, just three days."

"Well, then come home with me."

"What."

Nanbeijiu thought he had heard wrongly.

Leng Hanyan would never have said such suggestive words before.

"If you don't come back with me, how can you give me three days? Tell me! Do you want to be free?"

"think."

"Well, let's go back now."

Leng Hanyan showed a triumphant smile.

The two walked towards the carriage.

They all got on a sedan chair with four wheels that was as big as a room.

The top of the sedan chair is made of wooden board.

It has a square main body and is supported by four mahogany pillars.

It is surrounded by white silk gauze.

From the outside, you can see clearly who is sitting in the sedan chair.

"Han Yan, let me make it clear first. We will stay at your mansion. We can't do anything."

He didn't expect it.

After not seeing Han Yan for a few years, she has become so domineering and proactive.

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

Leng Hanyan glanced sideways.

"You'd better not touch me, or I'll get violent."

"You overthink it. I just want to have a discussion with you."

"What are you going to compete in? There's no need to compete in the zither. It can be chess, calligraphy, or painting. If I win, you will be willing to be my concubine. Is that okay?"

"No, no, you can't win."

"Haha, there's no competition yet! How do you know?"

"Okay. But can we compete today?"

The sooner the better.

"Are you so afraid of seeing me?"

Leng Hanyan was a little angry.

"No! I need a free soul."

"Haha, the moment you entered the Nan family, you were not qualified to talk about freedom."

"Humph!"

"What are you talking about? Let me make it clear first, the three days are not all about competition. There are other things as well."

"Anything else."

"Secret."

Nanbeijiu looked towards the bustling city with a melancholy look on his face.

On the road at this time.

"Wow, isn't that our Young Palace Master? And the future Palace Consort?"

"Yes, yes, they are a perfect match."

On the road, a pair of strangely dressed men looked at the sedan chair.

"These people get the news really quickly. They know everything before we even pick a date."

"The North Country is not very big, so it's not surprising to know about it."

Nanbeijiu glanced at him.

"is it?"

Leng Hanyan has a deep understanding of the people's customs and habits.

Once two people get engaged, they are adults.

Since she has followed him home, even if she doesn't want to marry him, Nanbeijiu will have to marry him.

Otherwise, the streets and alleys will be criticized by others.

Others dare not marry her.

Leng Hanyan smiled evilly.

I'm afraid Beijiu has traveled too much.

The ethnic customs and folkways of the north have been forgotten.

"Yan'er, why do I feel that you have impure thoughts at the moment?"

"No."

Leng Hanyan glared angrily.

Soon they arrived at the princess's residence.

Along the way, the streets and alleys were in an uproar.

They were whispering and talking to each other.

In the study.

"Beijiu, how about drawing now?"

"Okay. I'm not afraid of you."

Nanbeijiu's interest was immediately piqued.

Find pen and paper immediately.

"Beijiu, you just like painting so much."

"That's a noble sentiment, don't you like it too?"

"Wrong, I like it because of you!"

Nanbeijiu's hand holding the paper and pen paused.

But I was not shaken by this.

The two of them painted silently.

The maids and guards serving the two came over.

"Young Palace Master, Young Master, what are you doing?"

The maid and the guard looked at each other.

She always felt that the young princess was very different today.

Suddenly there are many more talents.

For example, someone who doesn’t like playing the piano suddenly becomes very good at it.

Although he doesn't like painting, now he can paint as well as the talented Nanbeijiu.

Two hours later.

Nanbeijiu put down his pen.

Painted a picture of peonies.

"I have already finished drawing Hanyan."

Nanbeijiu fanned the wet paper slightly with his hand.

"Yeah, I'll be there soon too."

Leng Hanyan finished it with one stroke.

Put down the pen.

Walk to Nanbeijiu's side.

"The peony is the king of all flowers, born noble, but it is lonely up there!"

Nanbei Jiu's heart began to feel a little cold.

"Yes, the peony is the most beautiful flower among all the flowers, but it is not as gorgeous as the peony."

"Mr. Beijiu is absolutely right."

Nanbeijiu smiled slightly.

"Let me see what you drew."

Nanbeijiu walked to the side of the painting.

"Sister Yan, what's the meaning of your painting of plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow with birds?"

Nanbeijiu couldn't understand the meaning of Leng Hanyan's painting.

"Master Jiu, please look. The winter plum blossoms are persevering in the snow and still blooming. Their pride is worthy of admiration."

"That bird up there!"

"Yes, it's me! It means that no matter how you resist me, I will love you without hesitation!"

"Ha, Yan'er, don't think you can move me like this. I've seen the world."

"Yeah, Master Beijiu has a point."

Since Beijiu doesn't like the Northern style, then let's go with the modern style.