Late spring has arrived, and Yunmeng City seems to have returned to its former peace.
More than a month has passed since the son-in-law selection meeting in Ningguo Mansion. The incident of Yin Tingli's attack on Da Ru also came to an end. The sensation caused by the wedding of the Qin Mansion's legitimate daughter and the Han family's Jiang Han also gradually faded out of people's sight.
After all, for ordinary people, it has nothing to do with who is beheaded or who marries whom. In the daily daily necessities of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, they gradually forget about these things.
It seems that nothing has changed, but it seems that a lot has changed.
And Jiang Han became famous again. Not long ago, Qingqiutang suddenly published "The Biography of Wu Song" and collected several of Jiang Han's poems in its self-published anthology.
For a time, "The Story of Wu Song" was almost popular in Kyoto, and the two poems "Touching Fish" and "To Master Zhongli Wuyou" were also praised by countless literati.
At the same time, he seemed to have come into the eyes of some powerful people in the court.
But to most powerful people, this is just a talented person, nothing more.
At this time, in the East Palace, the current prince Tang Zhiqian was looking at several pieces of paper placed in front of him. In addition to a few poems by Jiang Han, there was also the "Phoenix Terrace" he had written recently.
However, after reading it, the prince gave a faint smile and asked, "Is it worthy to worry about the world's worries first and rejoice after the world's happiness?"
Yin Tianlu, the legitimate son of Yin's family and cousin of Yin Jinli, knelt in front of the prince and said, "The Ningguo Mansion plotted against my cousin and caused misfortune to my second uncle. The second brother of my Yin family was almost extinct. Please make the decision for me, Your Highness!”
"Get up, Tianlu, you are from me, and I will repay you for the anger the Yin family has suffered."
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
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Jiang Han didn't know how big a stir "Wu Song Biography" and those poems had caused in Kyoto. At this time, he took Miss Qin back to Qinghe Village to pay homage to his parents.
It was late spring, and there was a slight drizzle in the sky. The scenery in the distance was hazy, quite like a sudden fog on the road of life.
Jiang Han, who was sitting on the carriage, looked at the scenery outside and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
Miss Qin also got on the carriage, but it was Qingping who drove the carriage.
Zhou Hu went to the bookstore to handle some matters today, so Qingping drove.
The carriage started to drive, Qin Muqing looked down at the book with a calm expression, not making contact with Jiang Han in his eyes.
The girl's faint body fragrance floats in the air, like winter plum blossoms or lotus flowers in the water, making people feel comfortable and at ease.
Jiang Han was separated from her by a seat, not too far or too close. He quietly admired the girl's appearance, then looked at the girl's gorgeous skirt and the slender feet under the skirt.
Women who practice martial arts have particularly good figures. If they lose one point, they are too thin, and if they gain one point, they are too fat.
As he looked at it, Jiang Han saw the book turned upside down in Miss Qin's hand and her ears that were gradually turning red.
"Miss Qin... Madam, you read the book backwards." Jiang Han reminded.
"Ah, really?" Qin Muqing turned the book back in panic.
It's really strange. Before getting married, she wouldn't be so panicked even if she was alone with Jiang Han. But after getting married, especially after that night, whenever she saw Jiang Han, Miss Qin would think of the hug and the kiss that night.
When I think about it, I still feel ashamed, but I feel a little sweet in my heart, and I even vaguely want to try it again.
Miss Qin's heart was in confusion.
I really want to cover my face!
What happened to me!
Jiang Han pointed at the book in Miss Qin's hand and said, "It's still the other way around."
Miss Qin quickly turned the book over again and stared at the book without daring to raise her head.
Jiang Han's heart skipped a beat when he saw her like this, and he sat down next to Qin Muqing.
Qin Muqing's ears were so red!
An ambiguous atmosphere slowly filled the air, and there seemed to be a thread between the two, conveying each other's emotions.
Suddenly, Jiang Han leaned into her ear and whispered: "Madam, can I kiss you?"
no!
I couldn't say this.
Miss Qin opened her mouth slightly, but no sound came out!
I tried to shake my head vigorously, but my neck seemed to be stiff and I couldn't move.
Jiang Han looked at her flushed face. She was so beautiful and adorable that he felt moved in his heart and leaned over to kiss her.
Qin Muqing only struggled slightly, and then he was immersed in this sweet taste and couldn't extricate himself.
…
The carriage stopped in Qinghe Village. Qingping put down the stool and opened the curtain. She saw the eldest lady and her uncle sitting on one side, with their faces turned sideways, not looking at the other.
But the eldest lady's face was rosy, and her delicate lips were crystal clear.
Qingping smiled and said: "Miss, uncle, what were you doing just now? Why are your faces so red?"
"Nothing done!" The two said in unison, but Qin Muqing's voice was louder.
Qingping chuckled, her expression just like the funny squinting smile in Jiang Han's emoji pack in his previous life, and said, "Miss, you guys aren't kissing secretly, are you?"
Miss Qin said: "What nonsense! Who kissed him! Who would do that kind of thing! Wherever you want to go, go quickly!"
After saying that, she got out of the carriage with her skirt flying and walked forward menacingly.
Qingping was stunned, what's wrong with Miss? I have never been so angry with myself before. Could it be that I guessed it right?
"Miss, you don't know the way, where are you going?" Qingping shouted.
Jiang Han finally caught up with Qin Muqing some way ahead. Neither of them looked at each other, both had straight faces, but they happened to take the same road.
Qingping looked at the two of them and Monk Zhanger was even more puzzled. She thought to herself: "We are already married and have a bridal chamber. Why are the young lady and uncle so shy? Everyone can see their relationship, but they still have to pretend that they are not familiar with each other. Isn’t this trying to hide something?”
Qingping thought for a while, this is probably the love that the storyteller talked about, right?
The sour smell of love is probably something that a noble single woman cannot understand.
After entering Qinghe Village, Jiang Han took Qin Muqing back to the place where the original owner lived. It was a dilapidated thatched hut. Although it had only been unoccupied for more than a month, weeds had begun to grow in front of the door.
He didn't have any deep feelings for this place, but when he came to the door, he couldn't help but feel a faint sense of sadness in his heart.
Is it the emotion of this body?
Jiang Han sighed lightly.
Next, he took Qin Muqing to worship his parents, and met some acquaintances from the village on the way.
"Jiang Duzi, is that your wife? She is so beautiful. You are really lucky to have such a wife."
"Jiang Han, you have finally made your mark. Please come back to the village often in the future!"
"Are you coming back to pay homage to your parents? That's right. When you get married, you have to pay homage to your parents and let them know."
After greeting those people one by one, Jiang Han finally brought Qin Muqing to the graves of his original parents.
