auspicious time has come

Chapter 55 I Want To Marry You
At that time, he still felt inexplicable - why did the general have such a hobby?
At present, it seems that Yan Junyi's words are not groundless!

You have to tell Doctor Yan immediately...

No matter what medicine, hurry up and give it to the general first!

Such a strange disease cannot be delayed!

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As the twelfth lunar month draws near, a heavy snowfall arrives suddenly, lakes and rivers are covered with thick layers of ice, and the northern land is getting colder and colder.

In the past ten days, Hengyu has hardly been out of the house, and only concentrates on drawing portraits in the room. The deduction of portraits is no different than others, and one piece of waste drawing paper is thrown into the charcoal basin.

Jiang Meiguan is still busy with Meng Dazhu's marriage, but she doesn't bother Hengyu anymore. She knew that the ancestor's virtue of fishing for three days and drying the net for two days was unreliable, let alone She can handle it, and secondly... Isn't it obvious which end is lighter and which is heavier?
On this day, Heng Yu had already painted a few portraits, and he wanted to show it to Xiao Mu, but when he heard that he was not in the mansion today, he went to Meng's house to find Mrs. Wen first.

But after going there, I realized that Mrs. Wen's condition has worsened a lot.

People who have been ill for a long time are most afraid of the hot and cold days.

Mrs. Wen was lying on the sickbed, and when she heard that Hengyu was coming, she entertained her immediately. When she saw the portraits sent by Hengyu, the always strong lady couldn't stop her tears.

Will her Yuan'er look like this when she grows up?
Or considering that the girls are often in a difficult situation after being abducted, the young women in these portraits also have traces of years of training.

Mrs. Wen gently stroked the portrait with her fingers, and while her heart was in pain, hope was added to her increasingly thin face.

These visible and tangible portraits are like a thread, allowing her and her long-lost daughter to weave a slim possibility for the first time after many years.

After leaving Mrs. Wen's room, Heng Yu met Cheng Ping who was waiting outside.

He was wearing a dark gray coarse cloth jacket, his complexion was rough, and there was a faint hope in his quiet and stubborn eyes.

"Jiji, Uncle Ping and I have a few words alone." Heng Yu said.

"Yes, girl."

Jiji retreated to guard outside the moon cave gate.

Heng Yu first handed the portraits in his arms to Cheng Ping: "If you are in a hurry, you can take these portraits first."

Cheng Ping hesitated.

Hengyu understood: "If I want to use it, I must have drawn more than one. The reason why I didn't leave it with Mrs. Wen is because I fear that she will spend too much time thinking about it while she is ill."

Only then did Cheng Ping take the portrait, his voice was hoarse but with a hint of gratitude: "Thank you, Miss Ji."

Heng Yu then asked him about what he had gained in the search for people over the years. The replies from brother and His Highness have already arrived. With the mutual information exchange, the next search can be done with half the effort.

Cheng Ping has always been reticent, but on this matter, he answered everything in detail, for fear of missing something.

Jiji, who was still waiting outside the Moon Gate, rubbed her hands that were about to freeze, and put her hands together to let out a hot breath.

At this time, a hand stove was suddenly handed to her: "Hurry up and hold Nuan Nuan!"

Jiji looked up, and the tall boy grinned at her, showing a row of big white teeth, and exhaled a cloud of white steam.

Looking at the hand stove held in front of her, Jiji pursed her lips and said, "Thank you Captain Meng, I'm not cold."

"How can you not be cold? You must not be able to bear it when you first arrive in the Northland!" Seeing her expression, Meng Dazhu put away his smile and said apologetically, "Jiji, it's all my fault, don't be angry, okay?" ?”

"Where did you go wrong?" Gigi asked tentatively.

"I... Anyway, I made you unhappy, I must have done something wrong!" As he said, he took out a paper bag with his other hand: "Miaoji's bean sprouts and meat buns are still soft and warm! This bun is full Take it as compensation for me!"

"You don't know where you are wrong, so what's the point of paying for it?" Jiji felt sullen, and the sickness of Mrs. Wen flashed in front of her eyes, and the sullenness weakened: "Besides, you are right."

Meng Dazhu was perplexed: "Then why..."

"I just think you should be careful when getting along, there is no reason to keep taking your food—"

Meng Dazhu was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "But you also invited me to eat!"

Jiji gritted her teeth slightly: "That's why it's even more inappropriate!"

Meng Dazhu wanted to say more, but he saw Hengyu approaching not far away, and Jiji rushed to meet him.

"Painter Ji..." When Hengyu passed by, Meng Dazhu raised his hand in salute.

When Heng Yu nodded, he saw the stove and the oiled paper bag in his hand.

Until the master and servant left, Meng Dazhu still stood there.

"Why, Miss Ren ignores you?"

A voice came from behind, Meng Dazhu was slightly startled, looked back, and couldn't help but startled: "Mother?"

"I heard everything just now." Mengmu Shan said with a smile.

Meng Dazhu's eyes widened: "You overheard my conversation with Jiji?"

"I'm here to visit your eldest aunt. I passed by and saw the two of you talking, and felt inconvenient to disturb, so I just waited at the corner. How could it be eavesdropping?" Shan asked back.

"..." It sounded very understanding, and Meng Dazhu didn't know how to refute for a while.

"Son, tell mother the truth, are you interested in her little girl?" Shan asked two steps closer, with bright eyes.

Over the years, she has been worried about her son's marriage. Seeing her son evading marriage proposals after reaching his age, there are all kinds of rumors about General Xiao everywhere... She, her sister-in-law and her husband secretly tremble with fear because of this!

If the son really has a little girl he likes, then he is really thankful, and he has to celebrate with firecrackers!

No, what kind of girl should be called——female Bodhisattva!

Shan stared at her son closely, seeing that he blushed embarrassingly after being puzzled, she couldn't help feeling more relieved—he didn't run away!

"Mom, don't talk nonsense..."

"Why are you talking nonsense? Mother, let me ask you, why do you repeatedly give food to the Bodhisattva—cough, to the little girl? Knowing that people don't want to talk to you, why don't you come forward to make up for it? And why are you not someone else? What about her?" Shan asked persuasively.

When the young man was asked, his face turned red and he stammered: "I don't know... I just, I just want to be nice to her..."

I can't see that she is unhappy, and I want to give her everything delicious when I see it.

Shan's smile turned into a flower, and asked again: "Then mother will ask you again, do you want to marry someone back home?"

marry home? !

The young man's eyes were full of spirits, he groaned for a while but couldn't say anything, he just scratched the back of his head and smirked.

"But... Jiji doesn't seem to want to talk to me now." Speaking of this, she couldn't help but feel at a loss.

"You stupid boy!" Shan raised his hand and knocked on his son's head, "Why don't people talk to you? Maybe it's because you have repeatedly shown your kindness but haven't said anything decently, making people feel that you are acting recklessly and lacking sincerity. What! The matter of marriage between a man and a woman must be given dignity and respect to Miss Zu's family!"

Meng Dazhu was vaguely stunned, but not very confident: "Jiji may not have such thoughts..."

"As a man, you always have to express your opinion first!" Mrs. Shan immediately began to plan: "Or should I ask Jiang's matchmaker to find out what's going on?"

"Mother...don't worry about this matter!" The young man who had just realized his intentions hastily said, "You let your son think about it again..."

Seeing him flustered and cautious, Shan continued to add to the flames: "Son, you have to think this way. You don't have a daughter-in-law in the first place. If you say so and he agrees, then you can earn a daughter-in-law and come back! If you don't agree, You won't lose anything! This is a business that doesn't lose money anyway, what else is there to think about?"

Meng Dazhu: ... Seems to be the reason?

Seeing her son being led into the pit, Shan hit the rails while the iron was hot: "I'm going to visit Jiang's matchmaker right now!"

"Mother, don't be too busy, I...I still want to say it myself."

It was because he was dull before, if he really wanted to talk about the marriage, there was no reason for him not to say anything, he only knew to hide behind, and directly let the matchmaker make the match - this is too sticky!
After confirming his mind, the boy quickly made a decision.

At dusk that day, when Xiao Mu returned home from the military camp, he listened to a report from a close follower: "During the day, Master Ji came to ask to see the general."

Xiao Mu immediately said: "Send someone to pass the message, I will wait for her in the study."

"It's getting late today, the general still has military affairs to take care of, why not see Painter Ji tomorrow?" Yin Hai said solemnly beside him.

Xiao Mu paused slightly, and said, "She must be in a hurry—"

Yin Hai nodded clearly, and said seriously: "So that's the case, then it must be seen."

Xiao Mu didn't want to pay attention to him, and walked quickly a few steps to shake him off.

Heng Yu soon came over with the portrait.

As usual, Jiji waited for her daughter by the porch, holding in her arms a small beast hand stove that the girl had just left for her.

Seeing someone walking towards him from the corner of his eye, Jiji didn't look sideways and didn't turn his head to look.

Until the other party came to her side, there was a little tension in the voice: "Jiji, I have something to say to you..."

Jiji hugged the hand stove tightly in her arms.

She has clearly alienated him so much, why does he come closer again and again, isn't he a big fool?

"Lieutenant Meng, please speak up if you have something to say." She tried not to show any emotions.

"Shall we go there?" Meng Dazhu pointed to the pavilion not far away, and said in a discussing tone.

Gigi glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, then lifted her foot and walked in front.

The tall and burly boy hurriedly followed.

Looking at the young man's back, Yin Hai, who was not far away, was turning a Buddhist bead in his hand, looked intently, and said doubtfully, "Tsk, where did such an obedient and obedient black dog come from..."

"Lieutenant Meng can speak now." In the pavilion, Jiji looked at Meng Dazhu.

"Gigi, I, I thought about it..."

The young man had mustered up his courage before he came, but at this time, he was afraid that the courage would be vented, so he tensed his body and straightened his chest as if reporting military affairs, and said in a vigorous voice: "Since I see you again in Yingzhou, in my eyes you It's different from others... I want to eat delicious food with you all my life, I know you suffered a lot when you were young, I want to take good care of you! I want... I want to marry you!"

　This chapter has a thousand words more, it is still one of the additions to Hanhan, and thank you for your support and love (づ￣3￣)づ╭
　　
　
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