Cheng Qianye felt that apart from doing some cheats by occupying his time-traveling identity, he was not actually a very good person.
He was neither capable of literature nor martial arts. He was neither as smart as Zhang Fu nor as knowledgeable as Zhou Zixi.
If you think about it carefully, your only advantage is probably that you have a broad mind and a little bit more acceptance than ordinary people.
When I first traveled through time, I didn't adapt to this era, but as I stayed around, I got used to it, and now I still have many close friends.
At first I really didn't want to be in this position of king, but as I sat and sat, I gradually felt pretty good about it, and even found a new goal in life.
At first, she was depressed for a day or two when she thought that she would not be able to regain her daughter's body. Thinking about it later, it didn't matter. She joked that she just couldn't wear skirts, didn't she? In modern times, it is not the same to live in a T-shirt and jeans every day.
Instead of being sad for spring and sad for autumn, it is better to spend more time with Hashio while "Princess Chiba" is still alive.
In the future, if Qiao Sheng can't stand this way of getting along and has other ideas, he will be able to tell anyway, and when the time comes, he can be more relaxed and let him go.
Cheng Qianye turned her eyes and looked at the man walking side by side with her.
Most of the time this man is outside, there is no obvious expression on his face.
But Mo Qiaosheng didn't know that the bright pink color on his body, which was as bright as a spring flower, was pleasing Cheng Qianye's heart all the time.
Cheng Qianye stretched out his fingers and hooked Mo Qiaosheng's broad palm.
The somewhat rough palms were sweating slightly from nervousness. After a while, he carefully closed his fingers and responded to his princess.
Today is the Qiqiao Festival, and people in Bianzhou have the custom of scattering auspicious flowers across the river.
Every household cuts light colors and dyes them with actinolite. Thousands of colorful catkins are scattered on the Bianshui River that passes through the city.
A tributary of the Bianshui River passes through Bianzhou City.
At this moment, there is a temple fair on the streets by the river, which is crowded and lively.
There are countless men and women scattering auspicious flowers by the river. The flying flowers all over the sky are either swaying in the wind, or clinging to the water, drifting into the distance with the blue waves.
"Last year we were in Weiguo, and we escaped with Tianxiang through their custom of setting river lanterns." Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng stood side by side under the shadow of the willow trees on the river bank, looking at the bustling crowd, thinking More than a year ago, there was a thrilling escape along the Jishui River in the dark night.
Mo Qiaosheng immediately tightened his hold on her hand.
Only a year ago, he was a slave tied up in a stable, living a precarious life.
Looking at the sparkling river in front of him, he also thought of Weiguo's escape.
On that murderous night, he fell into the dark and cold river.
When he was about to die, it was the Lord who risked his own life to save him. The lord not only saved his life, but also gave him a new life.
Now, as he stood here, holding his lord's hand, the time a year ago seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Qiaosheng, where have you been thinking about?" Cheng Qianye's smiling voice recalled Mo Qiaosheng, who was lost in memories.
A glistening white palm was raised in front of his eyes and raised slightly.
Mo Qiaosheng followed her gesture and lowered his head slightly.
Cheng Qianye raised her hand and touched his head gently, "We used to do this all the time. Now you've grown taller again. I can't even reach you."
Mo Qiaosheng pursed his lips. On those nights when his body and mind were hurting, this action brought him the greatest comfort.
Today, she still warms her heart.
"Don't think about those unhappy things, Qiao Sheng. Everything in the past is in the past. As long as you are willing, we can be together in the days to come, and I will definitely make you happy."
Under the shade tree, the woman in crimson clothes with a brocade skirt raised her head and kissed her beloved gently.
As the dragonfly touched the water, she turned around with a smile and walked towards the river. The man under the tree suddenly stretched out his hand and took her.
"What's the matter, Qiao Sheng?" Cheng Qianye turned around and looked at her sweetheart with encouragement.
"I..." Mo Qiaosheng was a little nervous. He swallowed and finally raised his eyes, looking directly at the person in front of him with burning eyes. "No matter who the lord is or what he looks like, Qiaosheng wants to be with the lord." Together. No matter whether it can be made public or not, as long as we can accompany the Lord, I only want to be with the Lord."
Cheng Qianye's eyes lit up,
Qiao Sheng read her mind.
She didn't say it, and Qiao Sheng didn't cheat.
But he saw clearly the unknown hesitation in Cheng Qianye's heart.
gave her the answer she wanted most.
Cheng Qianye used some force to pull Mo Qiaosheng over and kissed his lips fiercely.
Why is this man so cute? I really want to bully him hard, make him happy, and make him cry.
…
Zhang Fu sat on the carriage and drove in from the city gate.
He raised the curtains and looked at the bustling crowd on the street.
"Why is the street so busy today?"
Xiao Xiuyi looked out from the window: "Today is the Qiqiao Festival. Here in Bianjing there is the custom of spreading auspicious flowers to celebrate flowers, and there are also temple fairs. Many unmarried men and women and young couples will take this opportunity to cross the river by spreading auspicious flowers. Flowers, go to the temple fair with your sweetheart.”
"Sir, look, is that..." Xiao Xiu breathed softly, pointing to an inconspicuous small noodle stall on the street.
In the corner along the street, there was a small shed, with three wooden tables and a few benches under the shed.
A woman wearing a blue headscarf was busy beside the steaming pot.
The noodle stall's business was pretty good, and all three tables were occupied.
There was a young couple sitting at a table, head to head, eating noodles from a bowl.
Although they all changed into casual clothes, Zhang Fu still recognized them at a glance. They were the lord and Mo Qiaosheng.
"My Lord... the princess is wearing a skirt. I haven't seen her like this for a long time." Xiao Xiu huddled beside the window and said.
Zhang Fu looked at the scene in front of him in silence.
The Lord, no, it was her, sitting at the simple noodle stall, talking and laughing easily and freely. It seems that that bowl of thick noodles is a delicacy.
The Lord was in the court on a regular day, facing these ministers, he had a calm demeanor that was befitting his age.
Zhang Fu almost forgot that she was actually still a very young woman.
It turns out that she also has an innocent and unrestrained side like an ordinary young woman.
"Can't you really keep it?" Xiao Xiu looked out the window and softly said something that only Zhang Fu could understand, "I think she might be suppressing herself on weekdays. This look is her best When you’re happy, right?”
Zhang Fu said coldly, "The leader of a country controls the world. What can't be achieved? Who can't be achieved? She will understand in the future."
Xiao Xiu moved her lips and swallowed the words in her mouth.
"I know what you are thinking, but have you ever thought that leaving such a clue is leaving a huge hidden danger, which may even shake the foundation of our entire Jin country."
Xiao Xiu lowered her head and whispered: "Sir's words are certainly true. Xiao Xiu just felt that the master did not understand these truths, but she still spared my life and still rescued her husband in danger. Maybe it’s because of such a lord that I can’t bear it.”
Zhang Fu lowered the curtains and was silent for a moment: "If I can't bear it, what can I do?"
He felt disturbed in his heart.
Zhang Fu felt that he had changed. In the past, he served under the old Marquis Wei of Jin and controlled the country's intelligence system. He would never let these personal emotions affect his decision-making.
Being calm and self-possessed is the attitude a counselor and strategist should have.
But now, he just wants to do better for his master.
But why would he be disturbed by these ridiculous and irrational emotions
Cheng Qianye didn't know that Zhang Fu had passed by them. She happily slurped the noodles in the bowl and sweated all over.
"The craftsmanship is pretty good, boss lady." She sighed with satisfaction and praised as the bowl of noodle soup bottomed out.
Then he asked the people around him: "Is it delicious? Qiao Sheng."
Mo Qiaosheng nodded with a cheerful face. He ate very quickly and had a large appetite. He had already eaten his third bowl.
The stall owner wearing a blue headscarf carried a little doll on her back. She was busy working quickly and turned back with a smile. "If the customers like it, they will come to take care of it more often in the future."
At her feet squatted a little girl of six or seven years old, who was skillfully helping wash the dishes in a large wooden basin.
"Your appearance seems familiar to me?" Cheng Qianye was a little confused and asked, "Have you ever studied at Tianxiang Women's Academy?"
She remembered that she had seen this stall owner at the entrance of Yao Tianxiang's women's school.
At that time, this lady was held down by an elder in the family and beaten with the sole of her shoe, and she was not allowed to study in the school. But in the end, she walked into the school gate firmly. Her appearance at that time left an impression on Cheng Qianye.
The stall owner wiped his hands on his apron and turned around with a smile: "The Nu family learned this craft from a master at the Women's School, and with the help of Mrs. Tianxiang, they were able to set up this stall here and make a living by themselves. , to support the whole family. Does the young lady know Madam
Cheng Qianye coughed and said with some embarrassment: "It's a bit familiar. It turns out that Tianxiang's school also teaches noodle making skills."
The stall owner brought a plate of pickles and placed it on their table.
"Since you are Madam's friend, then this meal is an invitation from the slave family. I hope you two will not postpone it." She stood at the table, coaxing and patting the child on her back, "In the women's school, What we are taught are skills suitable for women in various industries, so that we women can learn and develop skills. If it weren’t for Mrs. Tianxiang’s kindness, how could I have... "
Her eyes reddened, but she did not continue to complain. Instead, she smiled and said: "Thanks to Madam, women like us without roots and roots have the opportunity to stand in this world. I don't know how to thank you in my heart. Madam Tianxiang, please convey your gratitude to me if you see me."
Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng stood up and said goodbye.
"I'm so full. The noodles she makes are so delicious, and I like her too." Cheng Qianye touched his belly, "Qiao Sheng, what did you leave secretly on the table?"
Mo Qiaosheng said nothing and smiled softly.
"I saw it. Did you keep the whole money bag?"
"I," Mo Qiaosheng's face turned red, "I have kept all this month's salary."
"Okay, okay, I know what you mean, just come to the palace to have dinner with me every day for this month, haha."