High-ranking aristocrats especially prefer a plain breakfast. There is no big fish or meat, but porridge, desserts, pastries, or pasta.
At this time, there were ten things on the table, including porridge made from bone broth without oil, four side dishes, pastries just made this morning, ginkgo cake, red bean cake, mini muffins, and other There was a portion of white fungus and bird's nest soup, and finally a basket of steamed buns that were steamed today and were still steaming.
Li Lin served her a bowl of porridge, and then gave her a ginkgo cake. He ate a steamed bun with the porridge. Seeing that she had eaten half the bowl of porridge and a ginkgo cake, he broke off another half. Give her a bun.
"Eat some, and then drink the white fungus and bird's nest soup. I'll have someone add some warming herbs for you, mainly to nourish qi and blood. The taste is gone, and it's almost the same as what you drink on weekdays."
In the past, he couldn't keep his eyes on her for too long, for fear of being rude. Last night he hugged her again and again, but he felt that she had really lost some weight. No wonder her health had not been very good.
My little face used to be a little pale, but after having it for more than a year, my face became a little rosy.
"Oh." Su Wan didn't have any objections, and considering her appetite, she could indeed eat so much. She could only eat two more pastries before she couldn't finish it.
"Can you finish the pastry?"
"I can eat two pieces, and keep the rest. If you get hungry later, you can also eat two pieces." Li Lin is not very keen on pastries, but he can eat them. As long as he can fill his stomach, he can eat them. .
"But I can't finish it." When she was in Jinning Duke's Mansion, the manor brought three-cent cakes every day, so she only ate a few pieces, and the rest was divided among the maids below.
"If you can't finish it, leave it alone."
"All right."
After the two had breakfast, Su Wan sent Xiao Sang and Xiao Bao to rest, while she and Li Lin went to the front yard to offer a stick of incense to the Li family's ancestors.
Yesterday when she came in, she covered her face with a fan so that she could not see her ancestors. Today, she naturally had to pay her respects, offer incense and wine and tea. Likewise, she also wanted to write her name into the Li family tree.
Li's Zilin's wife, Su's Awan, whose courtesy name was Pingwei, was born on a certain day of a certain year and a certain month. She also married into the Li family at an auspicious time on a certain day of a certain month and a certain year, and she became Li's wife.
The Li family now only has one person, Li Lin, and no one is qualified to take charge of the matter of entering the family tree, so the two of them simply handled everything and settled the matter properly.
After the matter was finished, Su Wan suddenly remembered something from yesterday, so she asked him: "Who changed the lyrics when we worshipped yesterday?"
Li Lin also remembered when he heard the words: "For the person who sings the lyrics, just call him Mr. Bu Ju. He likes to talk about great things, and he especially likes some poems about romance, romance, and the sadness of spring and autumn."
"He is in charge of the academy now. Although he is a bit annoying, I don't see much of him, and you don't see much."
"Then can this word be used?" Mainly because there was something wrong with the previous sentence. Su Wan was a little worried. If the emperor was petty, he might have angered him by now.
The vastness of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers that last forever are not something that ordinary people can use.
"It's useful." Li Lin didn't care, "Even if someone said it was inappropriate, as long as Dongjun doesn't care, who can come to us and cause trouble."
"But I think what he wrote is quite good. It's better than simply bowing to heaven and earth. When Madam thinks about it later, she also knows that this is written specifically for Madam."
"By the way, I almost forgot one thing."
"whats the matter?"
"You come with me."
"Where to go?"
"study."
Li Lin took Su Wan out of the house dedicated to his ancestors, returned to the inner courtyard, and went to the study next to his dormitory.
Su Wan followed him and saw him walking to the desk, rolling up his sleeves and studying ink, spreading out the paper, as if he was going to write something, so he asked, "What do you want to write?"
"Poetry."
"Oh?" Su Wan wanted to ask him what poem he wanted to write, but he saw him holding the pen hanging on the pen holder, dipping it in ink, and writing. After a while, he wrote down the poem about fanning yesterday.
When Su Wan saw this last sentence, his face turned red again, and he said angrily: "Why are you writing this?"
"Hide."
He smiled at her, took out his seal, and stamped it with it, "In the future, maybe I can take it out and think about yesterday. Otherwise, it will last forever in the future, or I will be old. forget."
After stamping the seal, he put the fan poem aside to dry, and then wrote the words of worship. After writing, he also stamped the seal and set it aside to dry.
After doing this, he found a box on the bookshelf with a piece of rice paper inside. He handed the paper to Su Wan. Su Wan opened it curiously and saw that it was the makeup-inducing song from yesterday. word.
He smiled and said: "I asked someone to get the small words back from the poet. Your things and mine cannot fall into the hands of others. When the time comes, we will put them together with the marriage certificate. Maybe it will wait until you and I grow old. Whenever I see them, I can still remember them fresh.”
The marriage certificate has been enshrined for three days, and it cannot be taken down now. When it is taken down, I will put it in a box and hide it well.
"Ma'am, could you please give me a name for this little poem? It's just missing."
"Should I take it?" Su Wan looked at this little poem and was slightly stunned, "But I'm afraid I didn't take it well."
This little poem is indeed very amazing. If it were in modern times, if someone had composed this poem in ancient times, it would probably not be a problem for celebrities to be famous throughout the ages. Thousands of years later, there would still be boys and girls reciting it passionately.
I wish my husband would live a thousand years, and my wife would live a thousand years.
If paired with a touching love story, it would be even more attractive.
Maybe I can even write a story using this poem and this story.
"Of course it was Madam who chose it." Li Lin said, "I wrote the lyrics, and Madam's name was chosen by you and me together. As for whether the name is good or not, that doesn't matter."
Important is meaning.
Su Wan thought about it and found it to be very reasonable. She looked at this little poem several times. As she looked at it, her mind suddenly moved. She took the pen he handed over and wrote these three words of "Worry-free". Character.
His handwriting is clear, handsome and elegant, like green bamboo. Her handwriting is not as good as his, but elegant and graceful. It seems that they are quite harmonious and complement each other.
"Worry-free words." Li Lin's eyes fell on the last sentence, which was exactly 'May you be well every year, may you be worry-free every year.'
He smiled: "The name Madam is really well chosen."
There are probably many names in the world, but none is better than this one.
He also hopes that if she marries him, she will be worry-free and happy for the rest of her life. She doesn't need to be too sensible and can always act like a little girl.
