my wife is queen

Chapter 39 Life
Li Mian picked up the pine flower glaze teapot on the half-moon table, poured himself a cup of tea, sat on the eight-legged round drum stool and drank it slowly.

He didn't reach out to pick up the vegetable basket, but the pheasant slave who was standing beside him, envious of the peonies blooming in full bloom, walked over and grabbed the vegetable basket.

Chen Yuanyuan smiled, but there was something complicated in the smile, which could not be seen by the pheasant slave who kept peeking at her chest.

Li Mian did see some clues, but he didn't say it clearly, it was probably another woman's elusive mind.

When a man meets a beautiful and talented woman, he rushes to pursue her, but is rejected by her. How could he be favored.

Li Mian put on a dispensable look, he just looked at the woman with the most beautiful appearance in the capital as normal, which would arouse complicated thoughts.

"The servant's hospitality is not enough..."

Chen Yuanyuan saw that Li Mian was drinking the cold white water, and was busy preparing to add some dry firewood to boil the water and make gardenia tangerine peel tea.

She usually only drinks plain water at home, and rarely drinks gardenia and tangerine peel tea.

Since the redemption, life has gradually become more miserable, and I can no longer drink tea.

Chen Yuanyuan is very satisfied with her current life, she doesn't have the slightest complaint, and she doesn't regret at all that she redeemed herself and lost her days of luxury and wealth.

Today's days are poor, but they can also be self-sufficient.

Even if there is no good life without fine clothes and good food, he can only live in a mediocre way.

This is exactly the life Chen Yuanyuan wants, to be a good wife and mother while eating simple meals, caring for her husband and raising her children.

Li Mian did not stop her, and allowed Chen Yuanyuan to be busy making tea, without saying any thoughtful words that did not require her to be busy.

If you have a kindness, you must repay it, and you will feel comfortable when you repay your kindness.

I always feel indebted to others. After a long time, the guilt brought about by the indebtedness will turn into hatred.

This is what Doumi En promotes Mi Qiu.

Li Mian was sitting on the eight-legged round drum stool, smiling as she watched her squatting on the ground, the sarong outlined a big and round curve, quite pleasing to the eye.

It was rare for Li Mian to enjoy such an ecstasy, and Liu Xiahui, who had no hypocrisy, admired the rare beauty in the house.

For some reason, Li Mian suddenly had a feeling in his heart.

This is how the couple live.

However, the pheasant slave with double ring bun and head was looking around in the wing room, looking for Shen Yixiu's figure, and when he met Chen Yuanyuan in the morning, he saw the two of them together.

Shen Yixiu still has the wax paper written by my uncle himself, and the pheasant slave wants to get it back from her, so he can't just give it to others.

Chen Yuanyuan worked for a long time, brewed a pot of gardenia tangerine peel tea, and put it on the half-moon table.

Suddenly remembering that the little donkey in the yard hadn't been fed any fodder, he made a blessing to Li Mian, and went to the yard to add fodder to the little donkey's trough.

By the time all this was done, it was already dark.

Chen Yuanyuan returned to the wing room of the exquisite building again, lit up the red shade lamp, and said blushingly: "I have kept you waiting for so long, I hope you will not blame me."

After saying this, Chen Yuanyuan hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to ask about "Magnolia Order".

After that night in the Lantai society, "Mulan Flower Order" was widely sung among the officials and ladies, and even Li Mian's name was also spread among the officials and ladies in the capital.

Chen Yuanyuan had been away from officials and honorable officials for a long time, but she also knew some rumors, which shows that "Mulan Flower Order" was widely sung in the capital.

Chen Yuanyuan hesitated for a long time, still blinking Qiushui's eyes, and asked a very concerned puzzle: "From the Mulan flower order, it can be seen that Mr. Li should be remembering a deceased woman. Could it be Mr. Li?" I already had a marriage contract with a certain young lady."

Hearing this question, Li Mian was not surprised. Knowing that the pheasant slave had privately brought the "Mulan Flower Order" to the Lantai Poetry Society, he had long expected that someone would ask about it.

Most of the poems that aroused the sympathy of the officials are also sad poems, expressing the heartfelt feelings of the officials.

After all, the official lady has no choice in terms of marriage contract, no matter if she is in love with a certain scholar, in most cases, she can only look at each other.

As for who to marry, you can only obey the orders of your parents and the words of the matchmaker.

The appearance of "Mulan Flower Order" is exactly the same as the "Ten Years of Life and Death" used by the great writer Su Shi to mourn his late wife Wang Fu.

Not surprisingly, the heartfelt words of the officials and ladies were revealed, in line with their assumptions about the sad feelings, and it spread throughout the capital in just a few days.

Li Mian didn't have a so-called dead wife in the past, let alone a childhood sweetheart who had made a marriage contract long ago. Before he took the provincial examination and became a son-in-law, he had been living in the temple.

I thought that the first person to ask about this matter should be Princess Changping, but I didn't expect that Princess Changping has been silent for a while.

The first person to ask if there was a marriage contract was replaced by Chen Yuanyuan.

After a cup of tea, Li Mian did not speak.

Chen Yuanyuan thought he was talking about his pain, and was at a loss for a while: "Mr.... Don't misunderstand me, my son. It's my fault. I brought up my son's sad things. My slave is also true. I have to mention this matter if I mention anything wrong."

Li Mian looked at her bewildered look, and smiled bluntly: "Little lady misunderstood, before taking the provincial examination, she has been living in a temple, and there has never been a woman who has made a marriage contract early."

Chen Yuanyuan was stunned, no wonder Li Mian was wearing silk and had a beautiful maid by her side.

With the appearance of this little maid, in a few years, she can become a famous beauty in the capital.

It is not inferior to some of the top names by the Jinshui River, and they will be trained as Huadan when they enter the troupe.

He turned out to be a Juren lord, no matter how poor he was in the past, as long as he passed the high school Juren, he would have the grace of exempting officials and gentry from taxes.

Some ordinary people in his hometown will put their land property into his name, and they don't have to pay various exorbitant taxes to the government, they only need to pay a rent.

Li Mian doesn't need to do anything at home, and a large amount of money comes into his account every year.

With Chen Yuanyuan's beautiful appearance, marrying Li Mian who is only a man, if the officials in the capital know about it, they will only say that Li Mian is superior.

Chen Yuanyuan blushed suddenly, and thought to herself that she was thinking about something indiscriminately, because the relationship between the two of them was far from reaching that point.

Furthermore, with Li Mian's talent, his marriage to Shen Yixiu, a talented girl from the south of the Yangtze River, is a good story.

It's a pity that the identities of the two are very different. Shen Yixiu is not only a talented woman, but also comes from a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River. Her parents may not have taken a fancy to Li Mian who came from a poor family.

Li Mian put down the pine flower glaze teacup in his hand, and was about to say goodbye. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a blush on Chen Yuanyuan's beautiful face.

It's more like a layer of blush reflected by the red shade lamp.

Li Mian couldn't tell if it was true or not, and he didn't have the intention to investigate further, so he got up and said goodbye: "It's getting late, don't bother the little lady anymore, tomorrow I have to get up early to ride a horse."

(End of this chapter)