The High Gate Mistress of Rebirth

Chapter 22
Li Ling sat by the boat, threw the fishing line into the lake, and really concentrated on fishing.

Jing Shu moved a pier and sat down next to him. Looking at the sparkling lake, she asked, "Does your husband often fish?"

Li Ling shook his head and said: "When I was a child, I often went to catch fish in the river, but now that I have an errand, how can I have such leisure time?"

Jing Shu looked at the man beside her.

Compared with his peers, he has assumed more and heavier responsibilities.

Parents are at odds, father is sick all the year round, mother doesn't care about world affairs, grandmother is old, siblings are young
On the top is the responsibility of the Guangyaohou Mansion, and on the bottom is the responsibility of taking care of and raising the younger brothers and sisters.

He is only in his early twenties, but he has been polished to a calmness and strength far beyond this age.

It was the first time Jingshu had seen him in two lifetimes with the relaxed expression he showed in front of her.

She wants to treat him well.

share with her.

"When I have free time, I will often accompany you to fish." Jing Shu leaned her head on his shoulder and murmured.

Li Ling put his arms around her shoulders and said with a smile, "It's a deal."

While the two were talking, they saw the fishing rod sank, and Li Ling quickly reeled in the line, yelling, "Look, you've been hooked, ha, it's a big fish."

As he said that, a big lively fish was dragged up, and Li Ling grabbed the gills of the fish swiftly and took it off the hook. Unexpectedly, the fish struggled to break free from the hook by flicking its tail, but fell to the deck abruptly. superior.

The fish was not willing to catch it without a fight. Although it was out of the water, its huge body twisted and twisted on the deck, Jingshu screamed in fright, and kept hiding behind Li Ling.

Li Ling bent down, subdued it in twos and twos, picked up the big fish, and said to the panicked little wife: "Don't worry, I'll take care of her right now, madam just wait for the early adopters."

As he spoke, Li Ling pressed the fish on the side of the boat, took off the dagger from his waist, and slaughtered the fish in two or three strokes.

Seeing her swift movements, Jing Shu jokingly said, "I didn't expect my husband to be able to fish."

While killing the fish, Li Ling replied: "When the army ran out of food during the battle, the soldiers just searched for their own food in the wilderness. It is not uncommon to kill fish and animals like this."

While speaking, Li Ling had already turned the fish slices into thin slices of meat. He said to Jing Shu, "Go to the kitchen and get a pot."

Jing Shu agreed and entered the cabin.

There are seven or eight rooms in the cabin, including bedrooms, study rooms, and bathrooms.Jing Shu found the kitchen, found a pot, and brought it to the deck.

It happened that Li Ling had already sliced ​​all the fish, so he washed the fish with water, put the meat into the pot, went to the kitchen to fetch dry firewood, and set up a pot on the deck to cook the fish.

"Just wait, it will be all right in a while." Li Ling looked up at Jing Shu while busy.

Speaking as if she was too greedy, Jing Shu said embarrassedly: "I'll go get the bowl first, I'll use the fish later."

Jing Shu turned back to the kitchen, and Li Ling also came in, saying, "Let me see if there is any wine here."

"Do you still want to drink?"

Li Ling said: "If you have good fish, of course you need wine to match it."

Jing Shu joked: "I don't know if the fish you cook can be eaten."

Li Ling smiled: "Madam will know if I can get it in my mouth." As he spoke, he rummaged through the cupboard for a while, and as expected, he found a jar of wine. He took off the wine seal and sniffed it, and said : "This wine is not bad."

"Bring two more wine glasses."

Jing Shu agreed, took the bowl and cup and followed Li Ling out of the cabin.

At this moment, white air was already wafting from the pot, and the delicious smell gradually permeated the air.

Li Ling opened the pot, looked at the snow-white sliced ​​meat soup inside, and said, "This fish can't be cooked for too long, or the meat will become old."

Jing Shu leaned over, looked at the pot, and said, "It's only been a while, is it cooked?"

"Take a spoon and taste it," Li Ling said.

Jing Shu took the spoon and handed it to Li Ling. Li Ling took a spoonful, put it to his mouth and took a sip, and praised, "Mmm, it's so fresh."

As he spoke, he scooped out another piece of meat, blew it, brought it to Jingshu's mouth, and said, "Taste it."

Jing Shu took a sip, and it was really delicious.

She nodded and smiled brightly at him.

"It's still in Madam's mouth." Li Ling looked at her with a smug look on his face and said with a half-smile.

Jing Shu didn't want this person to be too complacent, so she suppressed her smile and said with her mouth flattened on purpose: "It's okay."

Li Ling picked up a bowl to fill the fish, handed it to Jingshu, and said, "If I can get into Madam's mouth, my work for my husband is not in vain."

Jing Shu set up a small table, and the two sat opposite each other, tasting fish and drinking wine at the same time.

The boat was floating downstream on the blue-washed lake. Li Ling pointed to the front and said, "If I remember correctly, there should be a lot of lotus in front."

Sure enough, after walking for a while, I saw the lotus flowers catching the lotus leaves in the sky coming towards me, and the boat passed through the lotus bushes, arousing the perched water birds to flap their wings and fly high in twos and threes.

Jing Shu casually picked a lotus and played with it casually. Because she drank wine and was in such a beautiful scenery like a paradise, she felt it for a while, and recited casually:

"I often remember that at dusk at the brook pavilion, I was intoxicated and didn't know the way back. I returned to the boat late when I was exhausted, strayed into the depths of the lotus flower, and scrambled to cross the river, startling a pool of gulls and herons."①
Because of the wine, the little woman's face was slightly flushed, and she was lying on the floor holding lotus flowers in her hands. Her exquisite figure was wrapped in a green gauze dress, her almond eyes were drunk, and she was indescribably charming.

Li Ling didn't expect that this little wife was not only beautiful, but also talented, so he couldn't help but praise: "I heard that my wife is famous for her talents in her boudoir, and I have seen it for my husband today."

Jing Shu was embarrassed by his praise, and said with a smile: "The concubine is just doing it randomly, and my husband will laugh at me."

"Madam's casual words are wonderful." After speaking, Li Ling went back to the cabin to get a brush and ink, and wrote on the floor, writing down what Jing Shu said just now.

Li Ling's calligraphy is strong and powerful, which is the essence of Yan Shu.

Jing Shu looked at Li Ling's writing, smiled slightly, and said, "The style of my concubine's words is weak, but it doesn't match the strength of my husband's words."

"Why don't we deserve it? Let's learn from each other's strengths and complement each other's weaknesses." After speaking, Li Ling picked her up by the waist and walked towards the cabin.

Li Ling put his little wife on the bed and was about to press him down when Jing Shu pushed him and said angrily, "You still smell fishy, ​​go wash it off first."

Li Ling pulled out his sleeve and sniffed, and said, "It must be the smell from killing the fish just now."

Jing Shu urged: "Take it off quickly."

Li Ling smiled, and replied: "When I tasted the fish just now, Madam ate so deliciously, but now I'm disgusted."

"Oh, take off your clothes quickly, I don't like strange smells the most."

Li Ling knew that she always liked to be clean, so he got up embarrassingly, first took off his outer robe, then turned and went to the bathroom.

After washing up, he returned to the bed, got into the bed and hugged Jingshu, saying: "This time it will be okay."

Jing Shu lightly kissed him on the forehead as if rewarding him.

This kiss completely ignited Li Ling's raging fire.

　① Borrowing from Song Dynasty poet Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)