The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

"The person who made your heart beat has appeared? Who is it?"

Pei Zifei lay beside Su Qiruo's ear, and asked in a low voice.

Su Qiruo glanced at her, didn't nod or shake her head, but didn't answer her question either.

She wasn't sure what it was like to be moved by that kind of heart, but the person she didn't want to marry must have never been moved.

Ji Qing gently pushed Pei Zifei to change the subject.

"Has your family not arranged a marriage for you yet?"

Pei Zifei got a headache when he heard it: "Don't mention it, I haven't lived in the mansion for a while."

Because she didn't want to get married, Pei Zifei moved to her own private house under the pretense of being busy with business, to hide herself.

"Don't worry, she will naturally be willing to get married when fate comes."

Su Qiruo patted Ji Qing's shoulder lightly, and Ji Qing also knew Pei Zifei's temperament, so he stopped mentioning this matter.

Looking accidentally at Zhao Jingchun in the distance, Ji Qing hastily pushed Su Qiruo's arm with his hand.

"Zhao Jingchun is going to attack Mr. Lin."

Su Qiruo didn't move, but she was quite satisfied with Zhao Jingchun.

"Zhao Shi is a good woman. If Ziheng can follow her, it will be his blessing. Of course, Ziheng has to be willing. If he is not willing, I will never allow Zhao Jingchun to take him away."

"Don't you regret it?"

"He's my cousin."

If Su Qiruo only said this sentence, Ji Qing and Pei Zifei suddenly realized.

Because Lin Ziheng has been pestering Su Qiruo all these years, Su Qiruo avoided him everywhere, so much so that they almost forgot about the relationship between Lin Ziheng and Su Qiruo.

And Su Qiruo is naturally a person who keeps her word, since she promised to protect Lin Ziheng, she would not let him do what he didn't want to do.

This should be an apology she expressed to the Lin family on behalf of her father. After all, her son was injured because of her.

Everyone has their own destiny, without exception.

After seeing off the guests, Su Qiruo went to see Old Madam Su again before returning to the palace.

Chu Moyan has been making purses for the past two days following Shiqing, until Su Qiruo returned to the palace, he didn't know that she had gone out.

Finally on the day when the snow fell, Chu Moyan went to the Green Bamboo Hall with the purse he made himself.

A thin layer of snow fell on the ground, and before the palace attendants had time to clean it, Chu Moyan, wrapped in a red cloak with a white fox fur collar, hurried in.

Shiqing took a few steps quickly and lifted the curtain to let Chu Moyan enter the hall first, then stomped the snow on her feet, and then walked in.

Although the charcoal fire was also burning in the Green Bamboo Hall, it was still much colder than the Black Book Hall.

Chu Moyan rubbed his red ears from the cold, stood outside the room and called inside: "Teacher."

Su Qiruo handed the letter in her hand to Su Hong, motioned her to go down, and then said to the outside: "Come in and sit down!"

"How did you come here in such a cold day?"

Su Qiruo took out an exquisite hand stove from somewhere and handed it to Chu Moyan, and poured him a cup of hot tea herself.

"Drink some hot tea to warm up your body."

Chu Moyan looked at Su Qiruo with a red face, then took out a purse embroidered with green bamboo from his bosom and held it in front of Su Qiruo with both hands.

Looking at the bright eyes of the young man in front of him, Su Qiruo took the purse and asked: "Give it to me?"

Chu Moyan nodded heavily.

"It's very well embroidered."

Rubbing the green bamboo on the purse with her fingers, Su Qiruo praised with a smile.

Chu Moyan is no better than other princes, he only started to learn many things in the past two years.

His biological father did not teach him these things before the chaos, but judging from the embroidery of the purse, it really took a lot of effort.

"As long as Taifu likes it."

Chu Moyan's ears were burning slightly, Brother Shiqing and Brother Huayi said that if a woman accepts a man's purse, it is considered a relationship, and she will definitely marry him in the future.

"Why do you think of giving me a gift when you are so good? But you want to eat candy again?"

Chu Moyan lowered his eyes and shook his head, and then said in a low voice: "Two years ago, the Taifu saved Yan'er today, and it was snowing that day like now, and Yan'er was in pain all over, it was the Taifu who saved Yan'er." Yan'er is born again, Yan'er will be remembered in my heart."

He will never forget in his life how that woman appeared in front of people and brought him out of hell.

Compared to the warmth now, his past years were simply inferior to pigs and dogs.

Su Qiruo was startled, the skinny child covered in bruises was lying in the snow, holding his head and enduring the punches and kicks that fell on him, this scene seemed to be just yesterday.

But he didn't know that the young man in front of him had already changed his appearance, and he would never be bullied again.

"Just try to learn to forget the past! Look forward and live a good life."

Su Qiruo raised her hand and rubbed Chu Moyan's hairy head, but did not persuade him to forgive.

The pain engraved on the body and heart is not the person concerned, so naturally he cannot empathize, so no one is qualified to make him forgive.

Chu Moyan shook his head: "Yan'er will never forget, and she must never forget. If there was no bullying that day, Yan'er would not have met such a good tutor."

"After this year, you will be one year older."

Looking at the snow outside the window, Su Qiruo suddenly sighed, but she didn't know who she was talking about.

Chu Moyan bit his lip and hesitated for a long time before saying reluctantly: "Then let Brother Shiqing and Brother Huayi leave the palace before the Chinese New Year!"

In fact, the two people Su Qiruo was looking for had already been sent to Moshu Hall, but Chu Moyan was reluctant to let him go, and Su Qiruo didn't want him to suffer, so he never mentioned poetry and painting.

But I didn't want the little guy to be sensible, and he took the initiative to talk about it.

"it is good."

Seeing the reluctance in Chu Moyan's heart, Su Qiruo didn't change her mind and said to let those two stay.

Poetry and painting are getting older, and they are not as noble as the few princes in the palace. If it drags on for another year, it will be even harder to be called a good family.

Now with the support of the Su Mansion, at least the two of them can choose carefully.

"Teacher, you won't leave Yan'er behind, will you?"

Chu Moyan suddenly raised his head, looked at Su Qiruo with red eyes, and asked with restraint.

"No one can accompany you forever, people around you will always leave one by one, and I am no exception."

If the weather gets warmer in the next year, Su Qi will move out of the palace and go back to the Su residence. The emperor is getting older, so she doesn't need her to watch over her all the time, and the grandmother is old, so she can't leave her side.

As the only granddaughter, she did not want to miss her grandmother's last years.

It's good to even say a word with the old man every day.

"Teacher, do you want to stop talking?"

Chu Moyan panicked, and quickly knelt up from the couch, and walked to Su Qiruo's side, tightly clutching her sleeves, with spring water in his big eyes, that poor little look seemed to be scared as if it would be left behind.