Xiao Qing'er turned her head and looked at her face. In order not to wake her up, she carefully sat aside and didn't dare to move.
The two of them sat like this all afternoon.
When Mianmian woke up, the blue sky was already shrouded in orange sunset.
She looked up and saw that the sparkling river water was as dazzling as an illusion under the sunlight.
Qing'er asked softly beside her: "Does it look good?" ?.?????.???
Mianmian couldn't help but smile and said: "It looks good."
Qing'er followed her gaze and said, "In the future, I will take you to whatever scenery you want to see."
A burst of warmth suddenly surged into Mianmian's heart. She turned her head to look at Qing'er and said with a smile: "Brother Qing'er, you are so kind."
Qing'er said seriously: "You don't need to call me brother in the future."
Mianmian was generous, stood up and said, "Then I will also call you Qing'er."
"Qing'er!"
"Qing'er!"
"Qing'er!"
She called several times in succession.
The smile on Qing'er's face grew bigger and bigger.
For him, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't compare to a smile.
He stood up and came to her side, took back the kite and handed it to her, "Put this away first, we will come back next time."
Mianmian took it in her hand and nodded with a smile, "Okay, you've given in to me today, but next time, neither of us will give in to the other."
Qing'er nodded.
The sun sets over the western mountains and night falls.
Mianmian and Qing'er took Zhouzhou and the others on the carriage back to Zhou Mansion.
Aunt Zhou was very reluctant to hear that they wanted to return to the capital, but she didn't try to persuade them to stay.
"Mianmian, after a while, grandma will go to the capital to see you."
The third prince brought the white fungus soup cooked in the kitchen and placed it in front of them.
Ever since Aunt Zhou gave birth to Zhouzhou, her health was worse than before, so the third prince personally cooked soup for her every day.
They have been together for several years, and the third prince is already a good hand at making soup.
Not only that, even though the family lives in seclusion here with servants and maids, the third prince will do many things personally.
Especially when it comes to Aunt Zhou's food, he never neglects her.
In his words, this is life.
Mianmian looked at the appearance of the two of them and felt a little envious in her heart.
Although my grandmother has suffered for half her life, it is not bad to get such a good husband in middle age.
Just as she was thinking about it, Qing'er suddenly took out a box of ointment.
Mianmian lowered her head and saw that it was the scar-removing ointment she gave to Qing'er last time.
Just when she was confused, Qing'er held her hand and said, "Today's kite string is too thin. I'll change it to a thicker one again."
Only then did Mianmian realize that she had accidentally cut a small cut on her finger when she was putting the kite down today.
This small wound is about the size of half a fingernail. It is neither painful nor itchy, so much so that Mian Mian has not noticed it until now.
Qing'er opened the ointment with a serious look on her face and applied it to her, "Does it hurt?"
Mianmian smiled and said: "It doesn't hurt, it's just a small injury. It will probably heal in an hour or two."
Qing'er still looked serious, "Don't be careless about minor injuries."
He put the plaster away and put it back in her hand, "Remember, apply it every day until the injury is healed."
Mianmian looked at the ointment in her hand and almost laughed at him, "For such a small injury, let alone applying ointment, you probably won't be able to find it later."
Qing'er took the ointment back from her hand, "Then I'll help you apply it every day, otherwise you won't be able to find it."
Mianmian almost laughed out loud, but seeing how stubborn he was, she stopped talking.
Aunt Zhou quickly invited everyone to come and eat white fungus soup.
As soon as Mianmian eats something delicious, he forgets his worries, holds the bowl and eats with concentration.
For some reason, Mianmian slept peacefully that night. This was the most peaceful night she slept after A Ruo left.
Early the next morning, Qing'er prepared the carriage and took Mianmian back to the capital.
They did not choose the water route back this time, but took the official road.
Mianmian wanted to see the scenery along the way.
Of course, I am also afraid that I will get emotional.
The weather was very sunny these days, and Mian Mian lay on the window of the carriage, looking at the flowers, plants and trees outside the window, feeling very happy.
Just as they were about to reach the capital, their horses suddenly hit a nail and could not go any further.
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