Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

Perhaps everyone was on the mountain this year, and the writing of couplets suddenly became grand. Li Zilan, Jin Lei and Feng Rui Qiyuan all came up to help, even Fenghuangniao and Fenghuangcheng, who usually don't show up easily, also came over.

Four or five square tables were set up at the entrance of Mu Mansion, where the snow had just fallen, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones readily available.

Paperweights were used to press red paper on each table, surrounding it in a circle, and the whole door was full of New Year's festive atmosphere.

Old Master Xiao and Xiao Jinglin heard that they were going to write couplets, and there was not such a strong and lively atmosphere abroad, so they also came out of the house to get together to experience the atmosphere of the military country.

Standing at the door, Yun Xi looked at the bustling atmosphere outside. Feng Ruiqi at the front door cooperated with the housekeeper to hang up the red lanterns, and she had a great time fiddling left, right, right, up, and down.

Seeing Mu Feichi come out, she tugged at the man beside him who was about to write couplets with his sleeves rolled up, "Young commander, this is the first time I've felt the atmosphere of the military country!"

Traditional and lively, the celebration is full of warmth and humanity, which she has never experienced in the past so many years.

"Why, haven't you written couplets before?" Mu Feichi turned his head and glanced at her, with lowered eyes stretched out his hands and rolled up his cuffs layer by layer.

"In the countryside, I used to find someone to write couplets. When I saw my uncle posting couplets on New Year's Eve, I would start to look forward to whether there would be new clothes for New Year's Eve. Chen Lixue was harsh on me on weekdays, but every New Year's Eve, my uncle would secretly give I bought new clothes. Although she would inevitably scold me when she saw it, and even planned to snatch my new clothes from Liang Danyi, this day is the happiest day of the year."

Mu Feichi paused for a moment with his hands holding his sleeves, a look of distress flashed in his lowered eyes, he quickly rolled up his sleeves, raised his head to suppress the deep eyes, and reached out to rub her head.

"Every year in the future, I will try my best to come back and write couplets with you."

A small thing, a very ordinary and ordinary thing, but for people with special status like them, it is especially rare.

"Okay..." Nodding, she turned her head with a sour nose, and was about to go out the gate with him, when she turned around, she saw Xiao Jinglin and Mr. Xiao standing behind her, and she was stunned for a moment.

"Grandpa, Mr. Xiao..." I don't know how long they stood behind and how much they heard.

To Xiao Jinglin, she didn't dare to mention things about her childhood, fearing that he would blame herself because of her bad life, even more afraid that he would be sad.

Xiao Jinglin's heart was filled with soreness when he heard the words Mr. Xiao.

"It's getting late, let's go out and write couplets. There is still a couplet missing at the new home this year, girl, write it."

Xiao Jinglin was the first to break the deadlock, nodded at Yunxi and Mu Feichi, and helped the old man go out.

The old man waved at Yunxi. Why didn't he feel distressed when he heard the unintentional words just now?

"Okay, come right away!" Unable to refuse, Yunxi pulled Mu Feichi out.

Standing by the desk, Yun Xi took the album of couplets on the table, casually flipped through a few sentences, and finally chose a relatively easy sentence to write.

"Choose two more, the front door and the inner door." Mu Feichi took the writing brush on the table and gave her instructions.

Yunxi chose the seven-character couplet and the four-character couplet according to the length of the couplet frame on the door, spread it out in front of Mu Feichi, patted the notebook and smiled slyly at him: "Come on, read it, don't make a mistake, There are so many people watching!"

Mu Feichi glanced at the words on the couplet, and the little girl really knew how to embarrass him, choosing sentences with many strokes and easy to make mistakes!

Slightly tilting his head and raising his eyebrows, Mu Feichi met her slightly smug eyes with a half smile, and slightly hooked his lips: "You will write next year, so don't cry for me then!"

Unafraid of provocation, Yun Xi gave him an incomparably bright smile back, "As long as you don't cry at the words I write!"