Facing Du Wanchun's questions, Mianmian remained silent.
Du Wanchun couldn't continue to press the question, so he asked the palace maid on the side to bring Mianmian's favorite food, "Here, this is the chestnut cake that grandma specially made for you."
Mianmian looked sideways and saw that she had not had any food from the palace for a long time after leaving the palace.
But for some reason, she always thinks of the dishes she and Qing'er ate at Grandma Qu's house.
She withdrew her gaze, raised her eyes to look at Du Wanchun and said firmly: "Mother, I still think the food cooked by brother Qing'er is delicious."
Du Wanchun paused while holding the chestnut cake and looked at Mianmian, "Has Qing'er cooked for you?"
Mianmian nodded, "When we were in the village outside the city, he cooked it for me. Mother, I want to eat the food he cooked for the rest of my life."
Du Wanchun smiled, Mianmian's words were very reserved, but she still understood. ?.?????.???
Putting down the chestnut cake in his hand, he smiled and said, "Okay, mother and your father will talk to you."
"Thank you, mother." Mianmian nodded slightly, looked at the chestnut cake again, and this time she ate it in big gulps.
Mianmian knew in her heart that it wasn't that the food in the palace was not delicious, but that the people who cooked it were different.
Du Wanchun and Mianmian chatted for a while, and did not leave until Mianmian fell asleep at night.
When Zhou Ruiyuan came to see Mianmian after finishing his official duties, he saw that she was already asleep, so he did not disturb her again.
Du Wanchun took him back to the room, "Ruiyuan, I asked Mianmian if she is willing to marry Qing'er."
Zhou Ruiyuan was not surprised, but there was still a bit of reluctance on his face, "That kid Qing'er is really awesome, and he really persuaded Mianmian to come back."
Du Wanchun helped him take off his coat and said warmly: "The two of them have had a deep relationship since they were children. It's just that Qing'er hasn't replied to Mianmian all these years, so Mianmian has misunderstood him. Presumably, they have resolved their misunderstanding now and are sincere to each other." Figure it out.”
Zhou Ruiyuan had nothing to say now. Ever since he heard that Beidi had made Qing'er the county king, he did not reject Qing'er and Mianmian's marriage as he did in the past.
He stretched out his hand to hold Du Wanchun in his arms, and suddenly said sadly: "Since Yi'er and Mianmian are getting married, will we get old?"
Du Wanchun was amused by him, "Not old, not old. Look, you are still the same as before."
She said, pulling Zhou Ruiyuan to the mirror.
The appearance of the two men was indeed not much different from that of more than ten years ago, but Zhou Ruiyuan still saw the clues. He was starting to grow gray hair. Generally, adult men will not grow gray hair until they are forty-five years old.
But Zhou Ruiyuan started to grow gray hair when he was only in his thirties, indicating that he was aging faster than ordinary people.
On the contrary, Du Wanchun is still exactly the same as when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.
He gradually had a guess.
Later, when he was seventy or eighty years old, Du Wanchun still looked like this.
Zhou Ruiyuan began to panic. He turned around and couldn't help but hug Du Wanchun tightly into his arms.
Du Wanchun was a little out of breath when he hugged him, so he patted his back gently and asked: "Ruiyuan, what's wrong with you?"
Zhou Ruiyuan buried his head in her neck and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, I just want to hug you."
Du Wanchun vaguely noticed what was going on, and said slowly: "Ruiyuan, don't worry, I will definitely grow old with you in this life."
Zhou Ruiyuan hugged her quietly without replying.
Now he was very conflicted in his heart. He hoped that Du Wanchun could live a carefree and immortal life forever, but he was also afraid that he would be reincarnated again in the future, leaving her alone.
Although Du Wanchun's mother had said that he could go back with Du Wanchun as long as he completed the tribulation this time.
However, his disaster seems to be yet to come.
If you don’t come in this life, it will be the next life.
The more Zhou Ruiyuan thought about it, the more panicked he became. He didn't want to be separated from Du Wanchun again.
Du Wanchun held his cheek, stood up on tiptoes and kissed his forehead gently, "Don't worry, I can find you no matter where you are."
Her words warmed Zhou Ruiyuan's heart, and he lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently.
The two have been married for many years, but they still feel like they just fell in love.
Time seems to be nothing in front of them.
In a flash, another year has passed.
As winter goes and spring comes, the hair is just as long as the hair.
Du Wanchun began to prepare for Mianmian and Qing'er's marriage.
She came to Mianmian's room with a smile on her face early in the morning and asked her, "Mianmian, my mother wants to make you a wedding dress today. Get up and I will send someone to measure you."
Mianmian was still sleeping, so she stood up and said, "Mother, there's no rush now, I don't want to get married so early."
"Not getting married?" Du Wanchun was frightened by her words. She thought that the two children would get married naturally if they were in love.
Mianmian sat up and said with a smile: "Qing'er and I have agreed that the two of us will travel around first and return to Cheng'an County to get married in a few years."
"Cheng'an County?" Du Wanchun asked doubtfully.
