Na Yuan's little face flushed slightly red, “Alright, stop joking. Jiang Jiang, want to drink some wine, the seventy-year-old daughter's red?”
Ye Zhuojiang clenched his fists, glared at Su He, and looked at Na Yuan reproachfully. His young heart was shattered into pieces.
What seventy-year-old daughter’s red!
If he couldn't marry Na Yuan, he would become a seventy-year-old virgin!
Gu Ying laughed loudly. Ye Zhuojiang couldn't stand it anymore. He took the wine jar to drink away his sorrows. Gu Ying told Yanzhi, "Yanzhi, go keep an eye on Jiang Jiang, don't let him drink too much."
The young rarely understand matters of love. It was just that at the palace banquet that day, Na Yuan had given him an extremely rare thousand-year-old ginseng, which made him happily say he wanted to marry her. He even said that as long as he married this princess sister, the good medicinal materials in the national treasury would all be his in the future.
He didn’t actually like her. It was just a momentary impulse.
"Mistress, this slave will go first." Yanzhi brought a box of melon seeds and left merrily, "Can I also drink a little later?" She had never tasted the seventy-year-old daughter’s red before and was craving it.
Gu Ying exhorted, "Be careful with your health, don't drink too much."
"Mistress don’t worry, I know my limits!" Yanzhi happily hugged the melon seeds and caught up with Ye Zhuojiang.
Ye Zhuojiang drove her away in disgust, but Yanzhi didn't give up and stuck to him like glue, still trying to cheer him up.
Soon, the two disappeared from everyone's sight.
Everyone laughed off Ye Zhuojiang’s matter as a cute little interlude.
The Guogong Mansion had given all the servants the night off today, wishing only for universal celebration and great joy.
Money flowed like water, piled up in the courtyard. The more it snowed, the more everyone rejoiced.
Braving the snowflakes, Gu Ying, Gu Shuang Na Yuan and others put on thick cloaks and went out to distribute ingots of silver to everyone.
After they finished and came back, the servants' faces were filled with joy and gratitude.
"Thank you young mistress, thank you young mistress!"
There were separate feasts set up for the masters inside and the servants outside, all with delicious food and wine.
After serving the masters, the servants also drank and gambled merrily together.
Gu Ying came back from the cold wind and was held in Zhao Changdu’s arms for a long time to warm up before he was willing to let go.
“You've just given birth and need to rest well, don’t leave any illnesses behind.”
Gu Ying unhappily said, "It has been over two months, I finished sitting the month. I'm fine now."
Zhao Changdu remembered what Jiang Yin had said about her weak constitution and lifelong medication in her previous life, eventually becoming emaciated and dying painfully. His heart ached for no reason. He covered the girl’s slender white tender hand with his big hand, scratched it, and indulgently said, "Be good and listen."
Gu Ying glanced at the man, seeing the thick desire in his eyes. Her little face blushed. She secretly pulled his big hand into her sleeve and gently said, "I’m really better now, Changdu. I will take good care of myself this lifetime to accompany you and Yan’er. Maybe even our daughter... Changdu, let’s have another daughter. A daughter that looks like you must be very beautiful.”
The girl's eyes shone brightly, her aura compelling. Her beautiful face was indescribable in words under the snow light.
His son Zhao Yan was enough trouble, now she wanted a daughter too? Although...he quite liked daughters, just thinking that the girl had almost died giving birth to his child made his heart sting painfully.
The man hugged the girl tightly, and rubbed his chin lightly on her shoulder. He helplessly said, “I agree to the daughter matter. In this lifetime, Zhao Yan is enough.”
Gu Ying knew he was afraid. Her heart softened and she snuggled into his solid warm embrace and gently said, “Changdu, I won't leave you again. Don't worry, we still have a lot of days to grow old together.”
Zhao Changdu sighed without speaking.
Over at Huai An, he chatted with Yin Lan for a while. The Zhuangzi had a bumper harvest this year. When they heard the little master was born, they hauled two carts full of sheep, cows and pork to the back door of the prince’s mansion overnight.
When Huai An heard this, he was happy. "Young mistress, the mutton offered by the village this year is of excellent quality. How about we roast meat to keep the new year's eve tonight!"
Gu Ying’s eyes curved into crescents. "Good!"
She then told Yanzhi and Haitang to fetch a rack for barbecue around the stove.
Everyone heard and said that good wine was indispensable for barbecue.
Huai An enthusiastically volunteered, "I’ll go down to the wine cellar now!"
Yin Lan's eyes turned up at the corners. "I'll go with you."
Huai An's handsome face turned slightly red. "Okay, Yin Lan...be careful, the road to the wine cellar is slippery, don't get wet in the snow."
Hidden down there were dozens of years old wine buried by the old Guogong. The old Guogong was happy. He waved and told his subordinates to carry up several more jars, "We must drink wholeheartedly tonight!"
More than ten jars of fine wine were neatly stacked together.
Gu Boqing readily competed in drinking with the old Guogong. Drunk, he tugged at the old Guogong’s sleeve and wailed loudly.
The old Guogong asked what was wrong. He blurrily choked back tears and said, “It’s nothing, I just miss Zhuo Zhuo.”
The old Guogong patted Gu Boqing's shoulder sympathetically and sighed as he looked at the lively Chunshan Courtyard. Several young couples looked lovingly at each other as if recalling something, with slightly reddened eyes.
This year’s New Year’s Eve was exceptionally noisy.
The moment the bell tower's bells chimed midnight, the magnificent fireworks shot up into the pitch-black night sky, blooming into a gorgeous spectacle over the backyard garden of the prince’s mansion.
There weren't many places allowed to set off fireworks in Bianjing City, only the palace and the residence of the Town Prince had such grandeur.
Some people couldn't see such scenes in their lifetimes, yet here it was extravagantly splendid.
Masters and servants were clustered around the broad Mirror Lake.
Looking up, gazing at the sky full of fireworks, voices exclaimed in admiration, “How beautiful!”
“Everyone look! A century of happiness!”
The bright moon hung from the tree tops. The fireworks blossomed into the words “a century of happiness.”
Everyone jumped up in excitement. Such a magnificent once in a century spectacle made people's eyes well up with hot tears.
Under the radiant glow, Zhao Changdu hugged Gu Ying’s waist and tilted his head to kiss her porcelain-white brow.
"With my love by my side, the lamplight feels so intimate.” His mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. His noble and handsome face showed strong and resolute lines in the fireworks.
The splendor of the fireworks was but a glimpse that spanned an era.
His steadfast guardianship would also persist through the millennia in the blink of an eye.
Snow fluttered down and landed on the entangled black hair of the men and women.
A crimson blush spread across Gu Ying’s cheeks. Her eyes shone brightly like stars, her little hand tightly clasped with the man beside her.
"Changdu, together watching the snow today, we in this life are destined to grow white-haired together.”
“I don’t want only this life, I want lifelong after lifelong with you."
Little Zhao Yan waved his chubby little arms. His eyes were like black grapes, he looked at Daddy, then looked at Mommy. "Awu awu awu awu awu!"
Everyone wondered, "What is the little master saying?"
"I guess Yan'er is saying, Mommy I want to eat!"
"Wah wah wah!"
The little guy cheerfully thrashed in Daddy's arms. The corners of his mouth curled up as he giggled at Mommy.
Gu Ying's eyes curved into crescents. She kissed the man's refined side face then finally kissed their son’s chubby little meaty face.
"Sealed."
"Big and small, they're all mine now."
Na Yuan's little face flushed slightly red, “Alright, stop joking. Jiang Jiang, want to drink some wine, the seventy-year-old daughter's red?”
Ye Zhuojiang clenched his fists, glared at Su He, and looked at Na Yuan reproachfully. His young heart was shattered into pieces.
What seventy-year-old daughter’s red!
If he couldn't marry Na Yuan, he would become a seventy-year-old virgin!
Gu Ying laughed loudly. Ye Zhuojiang couldn't stand it anymore. He took the wine jar to drink away his sorrows. Gu Ying told Yanzhi, "Yanzhi, go keep an eye on Jiang Jiang, don't let him drink too much."
The young rarely understand matters of love. It was just that at the palace banquet that day, Na Yuan had given him an extremely rare thousand-year-old ginseng, which made him happily say he wanted to marry her. He even said that as long as he married this princess sister, the good medicinal materials in the national treasury would all be his in the future.
He didn’t actually like her. It was just a momentary impulse.
"Mistress, this slave will go first." Yanzhi brought a box of melon seeds and left merrily, "Can I also drink a little later?" She had never tasted the seventy-year-old daughter’s red before and was craving it.
Gu Ying exhorted, "Be careful with your health, don't drink too much."
"Mistress don’t worry, I know my limits!" Yanzhi happily hugged the melon seeds and caught up with Ye Zhuojiang.
Ye Zhuojiang drove her away in disgust, but Yanzhi didn't give up and stuck to him like glue, still trying to cheer him up.
Soon, the two disappeared from everyone's sight.
Everyone laughed off Ye Zhuojiang’s matter as a cute little interlude.
The Guogong Mansion had given all the servants the night off today, wishing only for universal celebration and great joy.
Money flowed like water, piled up in the courtyard. The more it snowed, the more everyone rejoiced.
Braving the snowflakes, Gu Ying, Gu Shuang Na Yuan and others put on thick cloaks and went out to distribute ingots of silver to everyone.
After they finished and came back, the servants' faces were filled with joy and gratitude.
"Thank you young mistress, thank you young mistress!"
There were separate feasts set up for the masters inside and the servants outside, all with delicious food and wine.
After serving the masters, the servants also drank and gambled merrily together.
Gu Ying came back from the cold wind and was held in Zhao Changdu’s arms for a long time to warm up before he was willing to let go.
“You've just given birth and need to rest well, don’t leave any illnesses behind.”
Gu Ying unhappily said, "It has been over two months, I finished sitting the month. I'm fine now."
Zhao Changdu remembered what Jiang Yin had said about her weak constitution and lifelong medication in her previous life, eventually becoming emaciated and dying painfully. His heart ached for no reason. He covered the girl’s slender white tender hand with his big hand, scratched it, and indulgently said, "Be good and listen."
Gu Ying glanced at the man, seeing the thick desire in his eyes. Her little face blushed. She secretly pulled his big hand into her sleeve and gently said, "I’m really better now, Changdu. I will take good care of myself this lifetime to accompany you and Yan’er. Maybe even our daughter... Changdu, let’s have another daughter. A daughter that looks like you must be very beautiful.”
The girl's eyes shone brightly, her aura compelling. Her beautiful face was indescribable in words under the snow light.
His son Zhao Yan was enough trouble, now she wanted a daughter too? Although...he quite liked daughters, just thinking that the girl had almost died giving birth to his child made his heart sting painfully.
The man hugged the girl tightly, and rubbed his chin lightly on her shoulder. He helplessly said, “I agree to the daughter matter. In this lifetime, Zhao Yan is enough.”
Gu Ying knew he was afraid. Her heart softened and she snuggled into his solid warm embrace and gently said, “Changdu, I won't leave you again. Don't worry, we still have a lot of days to grow old together.”
Zhao Changdu sighed without speaking.
Over at Huai An, he chatted with Yin Lan for a while. The Zhuangzi had a bumper harvest this year. When they heard the little master was born, they hauled two carts full of sheep, cows and pork to the back door of the prince’s mansion overnight.
When Huai An heard this, he was happy. "Young mistress, the mutton offered by the village this year is of excellent quality. How about we roast meat to keep the new year's eve tonight!"
Gu Ying’s eyes curved into crescents. "Good!"
She then told Yanzhi and Haitang to fetch a rack for barbecue around the stove.
Everyone heard and said that good wine was indispensable for barbecue.
Huai An enthusiastically volunteered, "I’ll go down to the wine cellar now!"
Yin Lan's eyes turned up at the corners. "I'll go with you."
Huai An's handsome face turned slightly red. "Okay, Yin Lan...be careful, the road to the wine cellar is slippery, don't get wet in the snow."
Hidden down there were dozens of years old wine buried by the old Guogong. The old Guogong was happy. He waved and told his subordinates to carry up several more jars, "We must drink wholeheartedly tonight!"
More than ten jars of fine wine were neatly stacked together.
Gu Boqing readily competed in drinking with the old Guogong. Drunk, he tugged at the old Guogong’s sleeve and wailed loudly.
The old Guogong asked what was wrong. He blurrily choked back tears and said, “It’s nothing, I just miss Zhuo Zhuo.”
The old Guogong patted Gu Boqing's shoulder sympathetically and sighed as he looked at the lively Chunshan Courtyard. Several young couples looked lovingly at each other as if recalling something, with slightly reddened eyes.
This year’s New Year’s Eve was exceptionally noisy.
The moment the bell tower's bells chimed midnight, the magnificent fireworks shot up into the pitch-black night sky, blooming into a gorgeous spectacle over the backyard garden of the prince’s mansion.
There weren't many places allowed to set off fireworks in Bianjing City, only the palace and the residence of the Town Prince had such grandeur.
Some people couldn't see such scenes in their lifetimes, yet here it was extravagantly splendid.
Masters and servants were clustered around the broad Mirror Lake.
Looking up, gazing at the sky full of fireworks, voices exclaimed in admiration, “How beautiful!”
“Everyone look! A century of happiness!”
The bright moon hung from the tree tops. The fireworks blossomed into the words “a century of happiness.”
Everyone jumped up in excitement. Such a magnificent once in a century spectacle made people's eyes well up with hot tears.
Under the radiant glow, Zhao Changdu hugged Gu Ying’s waist and tilted his head to kiss her porcelain-white brow.
"With my love by my side, the lamplight feels so intimate.” His mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. His noble and handsome face showed strong and resolute lines in the fireworks.
The splendor of the fireworks was but a glimpse that spanned an era.
His steadfast guardianship would also persist through the millennia in the blink of an eye.
Snow fluttered down and landed on the entangled black hair of the men and women.
A crimson blush spread across Gu Ying’s cheeks. Her eyes shone brightly like stars, her little hand tightly clasped with the man beside her.
"Changdu, together watching the snow today, we in this life are destined to grow white-haired together.”
“I don’t want only this life, I want lifelong after lifelong with you."
Little Zhao Yan waved his chubby little arms. His eyes were like black grapes, he looked at Daddy, then looked at Mommy. "Awu awu awu awu awu!"
Everyone wondered, "What is the little master saying?"
"I guess Yan'er is saying, Mommy I want to eat!"
"Wah wah wah!"
The little guy cheerfully thrashed in Daddy's arms. The corners of his mouth curled up as he giggled at Mommy.
Gu Ying's eyes curved into crescents. She kissed the man's refined side face then finally kissed their son’s chubby little meaty face.
"Sealed."
"Big and small, they're all mine now."
