Xiangcheng, Yuguo, Yumian Town.
A quaint town with neatly arranged tile houses, shaded by green trees and filled with the fragrance of flowers.
The clear river water reflects the blue sky and white clouds, and the boat gently paddles across the water, causing ripples.
In a small house next to the river, a woman with a big belly wearing a clear blue dress was sitting by the window, admiring the river view.
In her hand she held a half-embroidered star-blue baby dress.
The collar of the doll's coat is embroidered in the style of ancient coins, and the embroidery thread is light yellow.
"Sister Shangluca, I'm here to listen to a story again." A clear and sweet voice came to Ling Zhouyang's ears.
Ling Zhouyang put down the baby clothes in her hands and stood up with difficulty, holding one hand on her waist and the other on the window sill.
Ling Zhouyang supported her waist and walked slowly while answering: "Little Awan is here."
When she walked to the door, she saw a man wearing a blue and gray brocade robe standing next to Xiao Awan.
The man's back was turned to her, but she thought the figure looked familiar.
She frowned lightly, looked at Yu Wan, and asked, "Little Awan, what is this?"
Yu Wan shook her head gently: "I don't know him, but he said he also wanted to hear stories, so I brought him here." After saying that, she walked to Ling Zhouyang, reached out and touched Ling Zhouyang's belly, and whispered He asked in a loud voice: "Sister Shangluca, is the little sister good today?"
Ling Zhouyang touched Yu Wan's head tenderly and said in a soft tone: "Very good, but if you call me little sister every day, what if it's a little brother."
Yu Wan grinned: "I like the little brother too. As long as it's Sister Phytophthora's baby, I like it."
Lingzhouyang bent down slightly, scraped the bridge of Yu Wan's nose, and said, "Okay, then little Awan, go inside and wait a moment. Sister will tell little Awan a story in a moment."
Yu Wan nodded slightly and then entered the room.
Ling Zhouyang straightened up slowly and asked, "Why does this young master keep his back to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Zhouyang saw the man's hand hanging by his side, clutching his clothes tightly, as if he was nervous.
Ling Zhouyang frowned, looking at the very familiar figure from the back, and there was an answer ready to come out in her mind.
She was stunned for a moment, then said hesitantly: "Qian Zhao."
Qian Zhao turned around, his hands were shaking, his lips were tightly closed, and his red eyes showed a look of panic.
Looking at Ling Zhouyang with a big belly, the corners of his eyes were moist and tears fell down like that.
His voice was hoarse but gentle: "Ayang."
That sound of ayang is full of longing and tenderness.
After a moment of silence, Ling Zhouyang stretched out his hand and shouted with a smile: "Qian Zhaozhao, come here."
Qian Zhao didn't hesitate at all, walked quickly to Ling Zhouyang and grabbed her hand.
Seeing Qian Zhao appearing beside her without hesitation, Ling Zhouyang raised her hand to wipe away his tears.
Sensing Qian Zhao's nervousness, Ling Zhouyang said gently: "Help me in first."
"Okay." Qian Zhao carefully helped Ling Zhouyang into the house.
Yu Wan sat in front of the window and entertained herself by watching the ducks swimming in the river.
Qian Zhao helped Ling Zhouyang sit down on the chair.
Ling Zhouyang looked at Yu Wan and asked softly: "Little Awan, what story do you want to hear today?"
Yu Wan turned around and replied: "Today I want to hear the story of Ling Nu Xia and her three friends bravely breaking into Jinsha Tower to rescue her husband."
Lingzhou paused, glanced at Qian Zhao beside him, and then asked, "Have you heard of this? Why do you still want to hear it?"
Yu Wan answered truthfully: "My mother said that many stories in the book are about heroes saving beauties, and there are very few stories about heroines saving men, so she asked me to listen to it a few times to prevent me from being deceived when I grow up. "
Hearing this, Qian Zhao chuckled and said, "I will tell Awan this story today."
Yu Wan looked at Qian Zhao and asked doubtfully, "But brother, aren't you here to listen to stories too?"
Qian Zhao sat next to Ling Zhouyang, held Ling Zhouyang's hand tightly, and said softly: "I know this story, and I have another version. Do you want to hear it?"
Yu Wan's eyes lit up: "If you want to hear it, brother tell me today."
Qian Zhao spoke slowly: "The story is about the young man..."
Yu Wan's eyes widened. Halfway through, she ran to Qian Zhao's lap.
Looking at the older one and the younger one in front of them, the older one spoke seriously while the younger one listened attentively. Ling Zhouyang raised her lips and smiled.
…
Yu Wan went home after listening to the story. Before she went home, she excitedly told Ling Zhouyang and Qian Zhao that she would tell this version of the story to her mother when she got home.
Ling Zhouyang sat on the armchair and looked at Qian Zhao in front of the door with a smile on her face.
Ling Zhouyang asked: "How did you find me?"
Qian Zhao replied softly: "The spring water is as blue as the sky, and I can draw boats and listen to the rain to sleep."
Ling Zhouyang was slightly startled, could he infer that she was here just from a poem that Yu Shisan said at that time?
Ling Zhouyang raised her eyebrows: "It seems that I should stay away from Wu State at that time."
Qian Zhao said firmly: "You can't bear it."
Ling Zhouyang smiled and shook his head: "It's not that I can't bear to part with you. I've been to Wu Chu'an. I wanted to go to Yan State to see it, but I didn't even leave Wu State, and the guy in my stomach started to make trouble."
"I had no choice but to ask someone to send me to this water town to recuperate."
Qian Zhao walked up to Ling Zhouyang and squatted down. He looked at her round belly and asked, "Is it making a big fuss?"
Seeing Qian Zhao wanting to touch but not daring to touch, Ling Zhouyang smiled.
She took Qian Zhao's hand and put it on her belly: "We made a lot of noise on the road. I haven't made any more noise since I settled in this town."
When they met again, Qian Zhao was a little nervous, but Ling Zhouyang was as natural as if they had never been separated.
Qian Zhao touched Lingzhouyang's belly and he could feel the baby moving in his belly.
Qian Zhao was a little excited: "She moved!"
Ling Zhouyang said helplessly: "It's jumping in my stomach, do you think I know it?"
As soon as Ling Zhouyang finished speaking, Qian Zhao lowered his head.
His voice was slightly choked: "Ayang, I'm sorry for making you suffer."
Ling Zhouyang gently stroked Qian Zhao's head: "Qian Zhaozhao, I told you it's not your fault."
Qian Zhao raised his head, his eyes slightly red: "But I didn't give you what I should have given you. This is my fault."
Ling Zhouyang asked: "What should be given to me? Is it the marriage that Ming Media is marrying or the title of your general's wife?"
Qian Zhao was stunned: "You know everything?"
Ling Zhouyang: "This is still within the territory of Wu State. I know there is nothing to be surprised about."
"Qian Zhao, I have never felt that you did anything wrong, and I have never regretted having children with you. It's just that I don't like court disputes, and I don't like to always live in the same place."
"You have your life, and I have my pursuits. Why are you obsessed with me?"
Qian Zhao's tone was low: "But how do you know that I'm not pursuing you?"
"After the trip to Anguo, you always left whenever you wanted, but you never asked me again if I was willing or if I wanted to leave with you."
"Lingzhouyang, it would be better if you asked me one more time, or if you gave me one more choice, instead of making the choice for me."
Ling Zhouyang was speechless. She had never seen Qian Zhao lose control like this before.
In her eyes, Qian Zhao has always been very rational. Except for the time when he beat Ren Ruyi, his mood swings were not too high at other times.
