Happy Marriage

An Sheng looked at Leng Nanxian with suspicion: "Is it true?"

Leng Nanxian is serious: "If you don't believe me, you can see it yourself."

An Sheng cautiously took two steps forward, leaning over to look into the water, only to realize that he had fallen for Leng Nanxian's trick. Turning his face, he said in a coquettish anger, "Master, you are also making fun of me."

Leng Nanxian laughed happily, and the laughter was clear and clear, like the gurgling water, which was pleasing to the ears.

It was the first time that An Sheng saw Leng Nanxian smiling so cheerfully, and he grinned stupidly along with him.

"If I really are Chang'e in that Moon Palace, I'll be fine. People in the world say that Chang'e is alone in the Guanghan Palace, lonely, but I feel that she is far away from the mundane world, there is no disturbance, and her life is peaceful and worry-free. How pure."

Leng Nanxian stopped laughing, still with a light smile on his lips, looked down at An Sheng, and the sparkling silver light reflected in his eyes.

"She is alone, she can't love Hou Yi, she can't think of it, and she can't see it. For thousands of years, the two worlds will be separated forever. What's the good?"

An Sheng shook his head solemnly: "Isn't it said in the ancient poem, 'If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening'?"

Leng Nanxian looked at her for a moment, her eyes lingered on her baby fat face for a moment, and shook her head helplessly: "After all, she's just an uneducated child."

An Sheng retorted unconvincingly: "Master is so old-fashioned again, don't think that you are a master, and the older you are, the older you are. What's your huh?"

She tilted her head to look at Leng Nanxian, and always felt that something was wrong, no matter how she looked at it.

Leng Nanxian was embarrassed by her stare, put his fist on his lips uncomfortably, and coughed lightly: "What are you looking at!"

An Sheng seemed to have discovered something novel and interesting, and immediately laughed excitedly, his petal-like red lips bloomed, revealing snow-white teeth: "Master, have you grown a beard?"

Leng Nanxian felt embarrassed, his face tightened, and he snorted coldly: "What nonsense? Men grow beards when they are adults. It's not unusual, but today's shaved is not clean, so it just popped out a little."

"I thought a man would grow a beard when he became a father."

She thought about it, it seems that it is indeed the case. It seems that several cousins ​​only got beards after they got married, and green stubble appeared under their chins.

An Sheng smiled and wanted to reach out to touch, but was slapped by Leng Nanxian: "No rules, no rules."

An Sheng pursed his mouth: "It's stingy." His eyes flickered, and the moonlight through his eyelashes left a silhouette on his face.

Her gesturing hand hurt, she lifted it up and rubbed it. The sleeves slipped down, revealing the red rope tied to the wrist, the red rope on the snow wrist, which was a little eye-catching under the moonlight.

Leng Nanxian couldn't help but linger on it for a while.

As soon as An Sheng lowered his head, seeing the red rope, he took it off and threw it under his feet.

"Why did you lose it?" Leng Nanxian asked aloud.

"This is the marriage rope that my grandmother asked for our sisters from the Yuelao Temple a few days ago, let us take it and wear it, and say that I am a noble marriage, and I will be powerful and powerful in the future, and I will provoke others. Jealousy. I don't want a powerful marriage, I'll be intrigued all my life, I'm so tired and distressed, it's better to lose it, it won't work if I lose it."

Leng Nanxian slightly hooked his lips: "Marriage is destiny, do you say that if you lose it, you will lose it?"

An Sheng wrinkled his nose willfully, with a coquettish face: "Anyway, if you don't marry."

Leng Nanxian laughed and joked: "Then someone has to dare to marry."

"Humph! Master made a special trip to call An Sheng today to relieve his boredom."

Leng Nanxian laughed even more wanton: "I know you are definitely not full, so I made a special trip to invite you over to eat something good. I brought a few cakes from home, which are the craftsmanship of Jiangnan cooks, which are very delicate."

An Sheng rubbed his stomach. In the uncle's mansion, although the banquet was extravagant, the atmosphere was dull. It was true that he was not full. He turned his head to look at the pavilion. Dragon Boat Festival and Qianzhou were ready.

"Then I'm welcome." She turned her head and smiled at Leng Nanxian, lifted her skirt, tiptoed, and jumped happily all the way. It seems that the annoyance of just now was just a sudden gust of wind, which soon dissipated and disappeared without a trace.

Leng Nanxian shook his head slightly, showing a bit of doting that he couldn't even notice, took two steps, then turned back, bent down, picked up the piece of red rope discarded by An Sheng, and stuffed it into his cuff.

It was not too late for An Sheng to go back, and Leng Nanxian was also worried that she would be blamed for going back late, so she reluctantly left early and sent An Sheng back to the house.

An Sheng looked up at the moon in the sky, swallowed the last piece of pastry, and was unwilling to get in the car.

"Let's go!" Leng Nanxian urged again.

An Sheng bit his lower lip, looking a little pitiful: "When I go back, there will be no such good moonlight."

Qianzhou giggled: "Can this moonlight still be biased? Isn't it the same everywhere?"

An Sheng shook his head solemnly: "I'm in a good mood, there are scenery everywhere, but I'm in a bad mood. The cool moonlight looks pale and desolate everywhere. In the huge yard, there is only a little bit of it from the Moon Gate. The moonlight is the real moonlight, which attracts people to look at it and think about what kind of free world is behind the door. The other moonlight is just a perfunctory charity."

Dragon Boat Festival also nodded his head in a serious manner: "It's not as good as our countryside fields, listening to frogs and insects singing. At least, the eyes can fly as they want."

Leng Nanxian snorted softly: "It seems that you have been slack in your homework these days, and you will be thinking wildly and giving birth to so much sentimentality. Go back and read the medical book given to you two days ago, and you will be tested in the school in two days. "

An Sheng suddenly frowned: "Today is a festival, Master!"

"When the mind is full, there will be no messy thoughts."

"Hmph, it's definitely not a real master!" An Sheng twisted his body in a fit of anger, then climbed into the carriage and lifted the curtains again. He was reluctant to part with Leng Nanxian, and the bottom of his eyes was a little wet.

"Master, I will definitely come back."

Leng Nanxian's Adam's apple slid awkwardly, and there was a little sadness on Qingqing's stubble.

Leng Bo raised his whip and returned with An Sheng and Dragon Boat Festival.

Qian Zhou watched the carriage disappear into the moonlight, hesitated for a moment, and said to Leng Nanxian, "Young Master, that girl at the Dragon Boat Festival just told me that Miss An Sheng suffered a great grievance in the Xia family's uncle's mansion today."

"Oh?" Leng Nanxian turned around and looked at Qianzhou: "What's going on?"

Qianzhou then explained the ins and outs of what he had just heard from the Dragon Boat Festival, and he said with righteous indignation: "This mother and daughter of the Xue family is too sinister and vicious. I heard from the Dragon Boat Festival that even the old lady came down and hit An Sheng directly. Above the girl's arm, the ruler was broken alive."

Leng Nanxian narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a coldness flashed, which merged into the cold night.

"Master, do you think we should help Miss An Sheng?"

Leng Nanxian pursed his lips, shook his head and said, "Go back to the manor."

"Then Xue's family must be unwilling to give up, and she will definitely be difficult for her in a different way."

Leng Nanxian paused, thinking of the woman who just had a calm face and smiled at him, and her understatement, "Just finished a battle."

The corners of his lips curled slightly: "Isn't An Sheng beautiful in the end?"

"But it's easy to hide with open guns, and it's hard to guard against dark arrows. Maybe next time she won't be so lucky?"

Leng Nanxian smiled slightly: "Qianzhou, have you ever seen a hen in a farmer hatch a chick?"

Qianzhou felt inexplicable, and did not understand why his son suddenly changed the subject, nodded: "Of course I have seen it."

Leng Nanxian raised his face and looked at the moon walking through the dark clouds.

"The process of hatching a chick is as hard as breaking a cocoon into a butterfly. It struggles for a long time in the hard egg shell, and uses its tender mouth to knock open a little gap, and then it can break open. When I was young , I felt sorry for the chick, so I helped it peel off the eggshell, guess what?"

"What's up?"

Leng Nanxian sighed lightly: "After the chick came out of the eggshell, it couldn't stand up like other chicks, and died the next day. Only then did I realize that the hard shell is good for the chicks. The initial tempering, the arduous incubation process can make their claws and mouths hard, and the last stand up, breaking out of the shell, means that their bones can also withstand the wind and rain from the outside world. Sometimes, Well-intentioned, maybe doing something bad, not necessarily helping her."