Frowning, he thought about what Xie Dalang had said at the time: "This is the Flower Festival gift I gave to my sister. Do you like it?"
It seemed like it was indeed a gift for her, as she was now a girl from the Xie family, so it was not wrong for Xie Dalang to call her sister. But Weiyang and Xie Dalang both knew that she was not his real sister, so sending her flowers was a bit of an exaggeration.
If he wants to give it, then he can give it. She didn't take it. According to gossip, the twelve flower carts seemed to have all their flowers plucked by passers-by on the street, but Xie Dalang didn't care.
"I think the flowers in Yanshan are more beautiful and can be viewed for a long time. How about we go there tomorrow?" Wei Yang was still very happy when she thought about the valley.
A smile gradually appeared on Yan Gui's face. He tilted his head and coughed, "Then let's go have lunch."
"Okay." Wei Yang happily let down her hair, and reminded Yan Gui: "Close the door when you leave."
Yan Gui turned around and walked to the door of the room and suddenly asked, "Little girl, why do you like the flowers from Yanshan but not the flowers sent by Xie Dalang?"
In the end, he was still a little conflicted. Besides, he just heard Xie Dalang playing the flute, and he wouldn't play something so fancy.
A pair of soft little hands suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind, and he felt a warm touch on his back.
"Because it's you, little uncle."
Weiyang's voice was delicate yet soft, like a piece of candy in her mouth, with a hint of sweetness.
Because it's you, only you will prepare everything for me early, afraid that I will be cold, hungry, and unhappy.
Because it's you, only you will protect me, do your best, and give me the best. I know it all, not that I don't understand.
Because it's you, you give me what I like, the best.
Outside the house, there was wind mixed with the sound of flutes, intermittent and fragmentary. Inside the house, it was warm and fragrant, and the air was filled with a sweet smell.
The tips of Yan Gui's ears slowly turned red and the color quickly spread.
"Weiyang." He wanted to turn around and hug her, his little girl. But he couldn't bear to part with this moment, quiet and peaceful.
Just when Yan Gui was hesitating and struggling, a soft and sticky voice sounded behind him again: "Yan Gui, I'm sleepy"
All of Yan Gui's fantasies disappeared. He turned around, picked up Wei Yang and put her on the bed: "Go to bed quickly. I'll watch you sleep." The little girl's face was flushed and her eyes were misty. It seemed that she was really sleepy.
The candlelight in the room emitted a soft glow. On the bedside of Weiyang was a small needlework basket with a half-embroidered purse inside. Yan Gui picked it up and saw an eagle spreading its wings and soaring, vaguely resembling Xiaoqing.
This purse has been embroidered for more than a month. Yan Gui admired it for a while and then put it back. When she finished embroidering it and gave it to herself, summer was almost here.
He put down his purse and looked at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed.
Her cheeks were rosy from sleeping, and her black hair was softly scattered outside the quilt. Her light pink lips made him feel tight in his stomach. He remembered her taste and beauty.
Gently pressed it against her, and kissed her deeply...
When her breathing calmed down, Yan Gui walked out of the room, and the flute sound outside had stopped.
The secret guard appeared like a shadow: "General, it's Xie Dalang again."
"I got it. Go check what he has done recently." Yan Gui ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes." The shadow of the secret guard quickly disappeared into the night sky, silently. The little girl guarding the gate thought she was dazzled, rubbed her eyes, and closed the gate while mumbling.