When they returned, the two girls treated Linglong as if they were a three-year-old child, and they refused to let go until they handed her over to Qingshan.
For fear that a snake, insect, rat, or ant would scare his sister-in-law, Brother Qingshan would not let his sister-in-law play with them in the future.
Qingshan laughed, "These two girls are good. They know that my daughter-in-law is very valuable and they take good care of her."
…
Linglong sat at the table in the middle of the courtyard and looked at Qingshan, "How are you doing with the three words Ye Qingshan?"
When Qingshan heard it, uh... he had practiced... "Anyway, I have written it a hundred times."
He took it out covertly and showed it to Linglong. Linglong took a look and found that the leaf character was OK, but the green character was just barely.
When it comes to the word "山", it's not written by human hands. It's simply scratched out by a pheasant with its chicken paws.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Ye Qingshan!"
Qingshan swallowed his saliva, took the initiative to bring the rolling pin, and stretched out his big hand, "Daughter-in-law..."
Linglong raised her eyebrows.
Qingshan immediately changed his words: "Please teach me, sir."
Snap, hit it in the palm of your hand.
In fact, it didn't hurt, but Linglong's intimidating feeling made the hair on Qingshan's body stand up, as if he had done something hugely wrong, and felt extremely guilty.
But if you think about it carefully, isn’t it just that you didn’t write well...
But he was too timid to say, "I was wrong. I'll write well."
Linglong shook her head, angrily saying, "The word "山" a hundred times."
Qingshan sat at the table and sighed and wrote a hundred times.
It still looked like it was scratched out by chicken claws. Linglong frowned when she saw that he didn't seek to improve.
"Black-haired people don't know how to study hard, and white-headed people know how to study late. If you don't study hard now, you will regret it later."
Qingshan's eyes were always staring at Linglong's opening and closing red lips, and there was no word "山" in his mind.
"No matter how I write the character "山", it doesn't look good. It's not that I don't want to learn it. This character is too difficult."
Seeing his sincerity, Linglong really believed him.
I took the pen and wrote, "Look, how simple it is. This Shan character has few strokes and is easy to learn."
Qingshan retorted, "You can remember how to write characters with few strokes at once, which is easy to remember. But it is difficult to write them well."
The fewer strokes, the harder it is to write beautifully.
If you think about it, there are many strokes, and one of them is not written well. The other strokes attract the eye and can cover up the past.
There are only a few strokes in the word "山", so there is no room for bad writing, so characters with fewer strokes are difficult to write.
Please sir, teach me again! "
Linglong felt that what Qingshan said made sense. He was a beginner. He was too old to start and his fingers were stiff. He could not master the skills as easily as a young child.
She quickly understood his difficulty and patiently wrote again, "Do you see it clearly this time?"
Qingshan sighed, "My eyes are good, but my hands don't obey me." He slapped the back of his hand several times, "What a clumsy hand!"
Linglong felt a little distressed when she saw him anxious. With a body like a giant, it is not easy for him to sit down and be troubled by a small brush.
She didn't want him to give up because of difficulties.
If he encounters some small bumps in the road, she must help him get over it.
Linglong stood up, took small steps and turned to his right hand, holding his big hand with her small hand. "Hold the pen and keep your posture. It is only a matter of time that you write well. If you write a word thousands of times, you will definitely be able to write it well."
She held his hand and led him to write the word "山" again.
Her long hair was just on her shoulders, fluttering in strands. Qingshan was attracted by the long hair and only focused on smelling the fragrance, enjoying being held softly by her little hands. His mind was not at all on writing.
This was the scene he imagined, with the delicate little hand holding his big hand and the two of them sticking close to each other.
Linglong asked, "Are you ready?"
Qingshan said feverishly, "Write another one..."
Linglong saw his face turned red and thought he didn't write well, feeling ashamed and guilty.
He also comforted him, "Okay, write another one. What's the point? Sir, he just wants to go to church."
No need to be ashamed. Be careful this time. "She held Qingshan's hand again and wrote the word "山".
Qingshan hated that there were so few strokes in this word and how he could finish it in the blink of an eye.
This time Linglong straightened up and looked at him, "Are you ready?"
Qingshan nodded confusedly, staring straight at Linglong.
Seeing that he was in a daze, Linglong came closer and looked at him, "I don't know how to laugh at you. Why is your face so red and your neck thick, and your breathing feels like a strong wind."
Bah.
Qingshan leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth.
Linglong turned around and left in frustration, she must have been deceived by him again.
The word "山" is so simple, how could he not write it well? He just deliberately tricked her into getting closer, thinking of being frivolous towards her.
But at the next moment, Qingshan grabbed her waist forcefully, snatched her back, pulled her into his arms, and pressed her on his lap, "Don't be angry, wife."
"Who is your wife?"
"Sir, calm down..."
"It's okay for a student like you not to want it."
"Linglong...I realize my mistake, and I promise to write it well."
She said she knew she was wrong, but her arms hugged her tighter and tighter. Linglong was strangled and hurt, and she said angrily, "Let go!"
She stood up, her cheeks flushed with anger. "Write quickly! If you don't write, I will go back to the house."
Qingshan saw that she was really angry and didn't dare to cause trouble. "Yes! The students know."
Qingshan wrote it a hundred times, and grass had already grown in his heart. He endured the fire and sweated all over his head.
This time, the writing was better than before. Linglong calmed down and said, "Okay, that's it for today."
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Linglong has been in Shanzhong Village for more than a month and has adapted to the food and climate here.
The weather is gradually turning from midsummer to early autumn, with a hint of autumn, fallen leaves and a gentle breeze, with a bit of sadness.
…
The first fallen leaf fell to the ground in the small courtyard. She picked it up and looked at it, and realized the reality.
In the outside world, she has probably passed away. No one will come to pick her up.
Now that Princess Qi Linglong of Sheng Kingdom has passed away.
Can Linglong, a woman from Shanzhong Village, let go of the constraints of court etiquette and royal dignity as a legitimate princess and live her second life?
She turned back to look at Qingshan in the kitchen, her cheeks stained with peach color, and she smiled quietly and rolled her eyes.
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It was getting dark.
Qingshan called Linglong, "Let's collect the vegetables!"
Linglong happily followed, "Okay."
…
Enter the space.
Qingshan was collecting vegetables, and Linglong held a lantern to accompany him.
He said, “I went into the mountains the day before yesterday and found a large beehive in the mountains. There were other hunters at that time, so I didn’t touch it.
I'll go into the mountains tomorrow and get some space to raise them, and we'll always have honey. "
"There are no flowers in space, where will the bees collect honey?"
Qingshan scratched his head, "I'll also dig up some wild flowers, scatter some seeds, and plant them in the space? Anyway, they mature faster in the space than outside, and they will grow in a few days."
Linglong nodded, "Okay! I want more roses, I like roses."
Qingshan nodded, "From now on, we will plant roses in the yard and plant vegetables outside the yard."
Linglong laughed, "Yeah!" She asked casually, "Who did you go into the mountains with the day before yesterday? Why didn't I hear you talk about it? I thought you went alone."
Qingshan smiled awkwardly, "Ah... uh... the big poplar tree was the one I competed with last time. She said she saw fox footprints. It was still a red fox.
I've always wanted to hunt down red foxes and make you a coat. It will get cold in a while, but I couldn't find them. "
Linglong remained calm, thinking: You, a person who claims to have a family, are actually a bastard who doesn't know how to avoid suspicion.
Such a man is not worth entrusting him with for life.
snort! ! ! !
She said no more.
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Qingshan talked about the wild animals and herbs he met that day, but Linglong remained silent.
When he stood up, he reached out to touch Linglong, but Linglong stepped back and avoided him.
When washing his hands, he wanted to wipe Linglong with a cloth, but Linglong turned around and got out of the way.
When he returned to the house to rest, he wanted to stick to Linglong, but Linglong moved and avoided it.
He was very sure that Linglong was angry.
I have to find a way to coax my sweetheart, little beauty, and good wife.
