"Okay, okay, Wu Niang doesn't cry anymore. For things like marriage between husband and wife, we pay attention to one fate, why do you have to force it if you don't have a relationship."
Mr. Yuanjing patted Qingning and let the old woman wipe her face with tears on her clothes.
Qing Ning is a stubborn girl, but she is indignant when she learns that Wei Ci doesn't like her because she has someone in her heart.
"Brother Ci is now in his twenties. He is the same age, and the latest one is married. The earlier children can read and write, which makes his mind more sacred..." There were tears in his eyes, as if he could cry in the next second.
The little girl is very simple, but she never thought of forcing Wei Ci to like her, but she just thinks that the person she likes must be good everywhere, and others should like him as much as she does. Although it will be uncomfortable, the person you like It's best to be happy.
If Wei Ci really had someone in her heart, why didn't she get married
Mr. Yuanjing was a little embarrassed about this question, "Let's look at fate, when fate comes, it will come naturally."
"Could it be that that person is younger than me?" Qing Ning twisted the veil and pouted.
"Older than you." Mr. Yuanjing said, "Don't cry, wipe away your tears. If outsiders see this, what will it look like."
bigger than her
Qing Ning was even more sad.
Being a little older than her, does it mean that everyone is going to be married, and Wei Ci will wait for the other party to grow up to be of marriageable age
"Who is that person?" Qing Ning asked, "I want to go and see."
Not jealous, but more competitive and curious.
In terms of relationship, as the youngest daughter of Wei Ci's mentor, her relationship with Wei Ci is not close enough
Occupying such an advantage, the other party still doesn't like her, but likes others, and the little girl feels uncomfortable.
"My father is afraid that you will see it, and it will make my heart even more uncomfortable." Mr. Yuanjing sighed, "When the time comes, you will naturally know who that person is. For your father, I will find someone of the same age, not bad in appearance, and talented. Okay, let's Wu Niang, have a good time."
Qing Ning nodded with tears in her eyes, but her mood was a little sullen.
"It's almost the festival. When the time comes, you must tell your father who you are looking for."
Although the ethos of Dongqing is getting stricter and stricter, and the restrictions on women are becoming more and more strict, and I wish that the daughters of the family would not leave the door, but Mr. Yuanjing's thoughts are not in the same realm as those of the world.
Even if the marriage is blind and dumb now, Mr. Yuanjing can't bear the grievance of his daughter.
Choosing a son-in-law is like choosing shoes. A girl knows if it fits her feet, she likes it, and she is satisfied with being a father. This is a good marriage.
Qing Ning was still a little sad, but she was a little girl after all, and she was easily shy when it came to matters related to her life.
"Yeah." Biting her lip, she responded in a low voice.
Wei Ci had dinner at Mr. Yuanjing's mansion before leaving.
It's just that San Wu was quite resentful towards him for being out for a long time, and was stunned to scratch both of his sleeves, and then he reluctantly released his claws.
Wei Ci's mother hugged Sanwu to appease its fur, and sent Wei Ci to the door, looking at his miserable appearance, covering her sleeves and chuckling.
"The festival of flowers is coming soon. Ci'er will go back and prepare some brighter clothes. The fresh clothes are three-pointed. If you wear this, which lady can look down on you." The mother looked at Wei Ci lovingly, although she was old , but she is in a good mood and still looks young.
Wei Ci's cheeks flushed, and she was speechless at the teasing of the other party.
The elders tease the juniors, don't be shy, do you have to fry on the spot
After leaving the Yuanjing Mansion, Wei Ci had the words "Hua Chaojie" ringing in his mind, as if he was stunned.
After a while, he felt something was wrong.
"Am I forgetting something?"
Wei Ci was puzzled, and thought back to the Hua Dynasty Festival... the twelfth day of the second month... Hundred Flowers Birthday... Birthday
and many more!
Isn't the Huachao Festival her birthday
Wei Ci seemed to recall something, and her face changed slightly.
The Huachao Festival, the day when the flowers were born, is also a good day to go out for an outing, and the spring hearts of school-age girls and boys are sprouting.
The girl in the boudoir also let go of her usual restraint and began to worry about what color clothes she should wear that day, and what popular makeup to paint. Although the boy is not so complicated, he is a little anxious in his heart, trying to show his best side on this day. .
In such a day full of strange atmosphere, Jiang Pengji lived a little boring.
She was pulled up from the collapse by the snow, and she rinsed her mouth and washed her face in a daze, and then put a bowl of plain noodles in clear soup in front of her.
"It's longevity noodles again..."
Jiang Pengji looked at the thin noodles in the bowl with the same thickness, like hair, and immediately recovered.
Ta Xue sighed and said, "Langjun doesn't want to make a big birthday celebration, and the slave can understand it. After all, it is inconvenient to go out and many things, but this longevity noodles still have to be eaten. After eating it in one breath, it can't be broken. It means long life. Hundred years old, this is specially explained by the lady."
Jiang Pengji didn't even have to taste it to know that there was no seasoning in this bowl of noodles.
"If you don't eat it, the noodles will be mushy." Ta Xue urged.
Jiang Pengji closed her eyes, picked up the bowl, picked up the noodles and stuffed the bowl of longevity noodles into her mouth, even finishing the soup.
"That's right, Lang Jun will be able to live for a long time and live a hundred years!"
Ta Xue put away the bowls and chopsticks with a smile, but Jiang Pengji had a bitter face, "It's too light."
The taste is simply indescribable.
She can get used to Yuanjing's unique dark cooking afternoon tea, but she still can't accept such longevity noodles.
After eating the noodles, Jiang Pengji went to take a shower and put on the new clothes that Ta Xue had prepared.
The color of the new clothes is fresh and tender, and it is eye-catching from a distance.
Ta Xue was quite relieved, and then sighed again.
"Today is such a good day, what are you sighing for?"
Ta Xue helped her organize her clothes, hang all kinds of accessories, sachet pendants and so on.
"Lang Jun is fifteen years old. If it wasn't for the master who insisted on disguising yourself as a man, it would be time for you to look for a good man and dress yourself up beautifully. With Lang Jun's appearance, how could any noble girl be able to do it? Comparing with you, why bother showing people in men's clothes all day long..."
She seemed to realize that she was wrong, and hurriedly knelt down and apologized.
Jiang Pengji's expression remained unchanged, and she said, "I quite like this."
She bent over and helped Ta Xue up, "You and I are like a family, why do we need such a life."
Jiang Pengji is now 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than Ta Xue, and no less than men of the same age.
Although her appearance is slightly female, but in this era of men wearing hairpins and powder, she is actually more like a man than most men.
"Speaking of Jiji, Sister Taxue is not too young now. If there is someone you like, Lanting will definitely do it for you."
Xunmei loves Xu Ke bitterly, and is willing to wait for the other party, but also willing to drag her, but at the age of Ta Xue, she can't drag it any longer.
Ta Xue's expression was stunned, and then he lowered his head, wanting to change the subject.
"Lanting really treats you as a family member. If there is any difficulty, let me know."
Jiang Pengji said with a smile, Ta Xue chuckled.
"Slave has a better life than the average wealthy business lady, what's the problem?" She took the sandalwood fan and handed it to Jiang Pengji, "Lang-jun will go back early, and you have to leave tomorrow, so don't be fooled by outsiders. The fox is fascinated, otherwise the slaves will not obey."
"Um."
Lowering her eyelids, Jiang Pengji took down the fan, took the reins handed over from the door, and neatly rolled over onto Dabai's back.