Lady of Fortune, Jiao Niang

Little ginseng is indeed a person who likes to learn, this is true, but it also needs to learn something.

The title of "Six Strange Flowers in the Flower Array" sounds interesting, but when you turn it page by page, most of them are paintings, and to her, these paintings are really boring.

The name is Huazhen Liuqi, but there are not many serious flowers. Even if the flowers are drawn, there is no comment on what they are, their habits, and whether they have medicinal value. Instead, they always draw people with simple styles.

It was a painting that could be filled by two people over and over again. Ye Jiao glanced at it and threw it aside.

As she was about to change the book, Ye Jiao suddenly remembered what the little fox had said before.

If you give a gift, you have to use it, or it will hurt the giver.

It was like Liu Shi gave her a cloak, so she would naturally wear it to show her likes. This was to take care of Liu Shi's thoughts and express her respect.

Now Chunlan gave herself a booklet as a gift, and she gave it so solemnly, and wrapped it in blue cloth, as if she was afraid of breaking it.

It's good for me, I haven't looked at it all the time, I finally remembered to look through it, and finally I looked at it and threw it aside...

Little Ginseng suddenly felt a little guilty in her heart, sat back obediently, moved the candlestick to her side, and began to open the book seriously, and watched it carefully.

His expression was serious and his expression focused. When Qi Yun entered the door, what he saw was the assiduous appearance of his own lady who was reading on the night of the candle.

In the past, Ye Jiao would spend an hour every day to read and study in order to practice calligraphy and to read more about the pharmacopoeia of medical classics.

Qi Yun would accompany her when she had time. Jiao Niang would read books, and he would read the account books. When Ye Jiao didn't understand things, he would hold the book and ask him softly, which was a great pleasure.

At this moment, Qi Yun wanted to go over and ask her what she was looking at, but then he thought, that I am busy in the front yard all day, and the Jiao Niang finally has free time to read, so I shouldn't bother her in the past.

So Qi Yun quietly put down the food container he was carrying and went to the inner room to change clothes.

When he came out of the inner room, he met Ye Jiao's small straight eyes.

Qi Yun was taken aback by her, and then smiled and asked: "What's the matter, is it where I don't understand?"

Ye Jiao shook her head, the painting on this was clear, there was nothing to understand.

She is interested in another thing.

He closed the book and put it back on the bookshelf. Ye Jiao got up and walked to Qi Yun, but his eyes moved from the man to the food box: "What's in here?"

In the past, this food box was used to hold meals. Occasionally, Ye Jiao would also bring back some delicious dim sum from Liu's late arrival to share with his family.

However, what’s here today is not just dessert. Qi Yun opened the lid, took out a plate of pie, and then took out a jug and two white porcelain wine glasses and put them on the table. .

Ye Jiao didn't pay attention to the hip flask, but just smelled the fragrance of the gingerbread, the corners of her mouth curled up: "This looks delicious."

Qi Yun took her to sit down, and said warmly: "This gingerbread is filled with layers of lard and sugar. After being rolled into a pancake, it will be fried in the pan until golden. I'm afraid you will be hungry if you stay up late at night, so you can use it as It’s supper."

If Qi Yun didn't mention it, Ye Jiao couldn't think of being hungry. Now when Qi Yun mentioned it, Ye Jiao felt her stomach was empty.

Especially every time Qi Yun tells himself how to do it, the more he listens, the more hungry he gets.

Ye Jiao stretched out her hand to grab the cake, but Qi Yun gently grabbed her wrist on the way.

She looked at the man with some confusion, and then saw Qi Yun pour wine in two cups, put one of them in Ye Jiao’s hand, and whispered softly: “Drink some pepper and cypress wine first, and drink some during the New Year. The new year can eliminate the miasma and the plague."

Little Ginseng had never heard of this name, but since Qi Yun said that drinking it is good, she took the cup.

But Qi Yun still didn't let go of her hand, and looked at her.

During the candlelight jumping, the man's slightly cold eyebrows toward outsiders softened a lot, and his voice seemed a little light and fluttering: "Lady, do you know how people drink after getting married?"

Ye Jiao shook her head honestly.

Qi Yun held her wrist loosely and picked up another wine glass. Instead of looking at Ye Jiao, he looked at the cup in his hand and said: "We, drink at the Jiao Cup Bar."

The relationship between the two of them came too suddenly and hastily.

One ignorantly got on the sedan chair, while the other was carrying and leaving the book in his arms.

The first time they met was peaceful and interesting. Perhaps Qi Yun had liked his wife since then, but at that time he was still thinking about finding a day to hand the peace and leave to Ye Jiao's hands, allowing her freedom. It seemed that that was good for her.

Therefore, Qi Yun at that time never thought about drinking Hebu Jiu, even if the wine glass and jug were placed on the most prominent place on the table, he did not touch it.

But today, because the New Year is full of joy, even the lanterns outside have changed to red.

Amidst the entanglement, Qi Yun suddenly remembered the night they married.

He won't let Ye Jiao go, and He Lishu was burned to ashes by him early.

But all this is a bit too simple for her own girl, Qi Yun felt that he should make up for her.

Holding the wine glass, Qi Yun asked sincerely, and Ye Jiao also answered sincerely: "Msang Gong, what kind of friendship is for a cup?"

Qi Yun smiled at the corner of his mouth, grabbed Ye Jiao's arm with the other hand, and gently pulled her.

The two people's arms were buckled in one place and intertwined with each other. Qi Yun leaned over, holding the wine glass in his lips, and he could see his own girl's soft earlobes when he tilted his head.

The man's voice was soft: "This is called making a cup."

Ye Jiao blinked, and followed Qi Yun's way, and moved her face over.

Between the ears and temples, they breathed each other, and the two drank the drinks separately.

The Jiaobai wine has a delicate smell, but there is a spicy taste that cannot be ignored in the mouth.

Ye Jiao coughed twice and muttered, "The wine is not good."

Qi Yun curled his mouth, and while Ye Jiao didn't pay attention, kissed the corner of her mouth: "But I think this wine is sweet."

Little Ginseng was puzzled: "Where is it sweet?" As she said, she thought she had just tasted the wrong thing, so she licked the mouth of the cup with the tip of her tongue, and then wrinkled her nose.

Qi Yun didn't answer, just thinking in his heart, sweet, very sweet.

Ye Jiao didn't ask any more, just reached out to grab the gingerbread, took a bite, and the sweet scent washed away the taste in her mouth, and Ye Jiao's face also had a smile.

But probably because she hadn't drunk alcohol before, even if the pepper was not high, Ye Jiao didn't resist the sleepiness after a cup, and she fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Qi Yun didn't call her, but asked her to put a robe on the woman while resting her legs on her. Qi Yun himself lowered his head and looked at the sleeping face of his wife.

He looked particularly attentively, more serious than reading the account books.

And when Ye Jiao was asleep, sometimes she moved her eyelashes and sometimes her mouth groaned. It seemed that every detail was invisible and not enough.

Just staring at Ye Jiao and seeing her approaching Zi, Qi Yun finally stretched out his hand and patted Ye Jiao gently when the excitement started outside, "Jiao Niang, wake up."

Ye Jiao rubbed his eyes and sat up, yawning slightly, and was about to ask him why he called himself before dawn, but was interrupted by a series of firecrackers outside.

Seeing her face stunned, Qi Yun didn't seem to wake up yet, so he squatted down and put on Ye Jiao's shoes, then took a fur coat and wrapped both of them, before half embracing Ye Jiao and went out.

They did not enter the yard. The night wind was still cold. The two stood on the porch outside the door, listening to the crackling of firecrackers and watching the bright fireworks. Qi Yun hugged Ye Jiao and suddenly felt that the happiest thing in his life was now.

Ye Jiao grabbed the clothes on Qi Yun's chest, looked at the dazzle with a high face, and suddenly smiled.

Qi Yun asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Ye Jiao buried her face in the man's arms, her voice soft: "Msang Gong, this is so beautiful, can you watch it every day?"

Qi Yun smiled and said, "It's impossible to watch it every day. After all, at night, you have to sleep. If you always put this one, you can't sleep well." Seeing Ye Jiao feel a little disappointed, Qi Yun continued, "Just a few minutes later. The sky is the day when the lanterns are set off, and there will be fireworks on the street.

Ye Jiao smiled, bending her eyebrows and clasping the man's waist tightly.

And this New Year's Eve, the Qi family had a grand time.

Firecrackers and fireworks are all bought with money. The Qi family bought a lot this year. The fireworks were set off for a full hour, and it was a good time with the surrounding people.

By the New Year's Day, more and more people came to Qi's house to give gifts.

Qi Yun also had to be visited by various stewards. When it came to the New Year, it was a duty to see the owner. Qi Yun did not refuse. He also took this opportunity to talk to the shop stewards about future plans.

After the busy day, when Qi Yun returned to the house, he saw Ye Jiao staring at a book.

It is still focused, but there is some confusion on his face.

Qi Yun thought she had encountered some problem, closed the door, and asked with a smile on her face: "I'm free now, can you ask me if you have anything to ask?"

Ye Jiao immediately looked at him and nodded repeatedly.

Holding the book in front of Qi Yun, Ye Jiao openly turned one of the pages to him, pointed to a picture and said: "Msang Gong, tell me what flower this is? Why haven't I seen it before? ."

She has been trying hard to distinguish what the flowers and plants are in each picture. In Ye Jiao's view, it must be a purpose for Dong to give her this.

For the two little people inside?

Little Ginseng doesn't believe it, after all, the people here are too simple, she can't understand what this is doing, anyway, looking at it is very boring.

She felt that Dong wanted her to enjoy flowers together.

It happened that many Hua Yejiao inside couldn't see what it was, so she wanted to ask her mate for help instead of being asked by Dong's next time.

But Qi Yun's focus was obviously different from Ye Jiao's.

He stared at the erotica picture that was handed to him in a stunned mouth. This time, Qi Erlang's ears were not red, but the whole face was a little burnt.

Qi Yun didn't know what to say for a while. After holding back for a long time, he asked in a dumb voice, "Where did this come from?"

Ye Jiao replied frankly: "Chunlan gave it to me, and the printing is clear, but the painting is too inconsistent. Usually, clothes are the most difficult to draw. This person is good, and I omit clothes, but he knows how to be lazy."