Three Hundred and Twenty-Three: When I Was Young, My Clothes Were Thin (6)

"Okay, okay, Wu Niang won't cry anymore. Ωhunt　Δ文网Ww W.ΔLieWen.CC Things like marriage between husband and wife are about fate. If there is no fate, why force it."

Mr. Yuan Jing patted Qing Ning and let the old woman wipe her tears on her clothes.

But Qing Ning is a stubborn girl. When she learned that Wei Ci didn't like her because she had someone in her heart, she was immediately indignant.

"Brother Ci is now twenty-one years old. The latest ones of his age are also married. The earlier children can read and write. Who is it that has captured his mind..." Qing Ning pursed her lips. A pair of eyes filled with tears, as if they could cry in the next second.

The little girl is very innocent and has never thought about forcing Wei Ci to like her. She just feels that the person she likes must be good anywhere, and others should like him like she does. Although it will be uncomfortable, the person she likes It's best to be happy.

If Wei Ci really had someone in mind, why didn't they get married?

Mr. Yuan Jing was a little embarrassed about this issue, "It depends on fate. When fate comes, it will naturally fall into place."

"Is that person younger than me?" Qing Ning twisted her handkerchief and pouted.

"I'm older than you." Mr. Yuan Jing said, "Stop crying and wipe your tears. What will it look like if outsiders see you?"

Older than her?

Qing Ning suddenly became even more sad.

Being older than her, does it mean that he is about to have haircuts, so Wei Ci will just wait for him to reach marriageable age?

"Who is that person?" Qing Ning asked, "I want to take a look."

It's not jealousy, but more competitive and curious.

In terms of relationship, as the youngest daughter of Wei Ci's mentor, she is not close to Wei Ci?

With such an advantage, the other person still didn't like her, but liked someone else, which made the little girl feel bad.

"My father is afraid that if you see it, I will feel even more uncomfortable." Mr. Yuan Jing sighed, "When the time comes, you will naturally know who that person is. My father will find you someone of the same age, good looks, and talent. Okay, let us Wu Niang live happily."

Qing Ning nodded with tears in her eyes, but her mood was a little bleak.

"It's almost the Flower Festival,

When the time comes, I must tell my father which talent I have set my sights on. "

Although the atmosphere in Dongqing is becoming more and more strict nowadays, and the restrictions on women are getting stricter, and it is hard to wait for the daughter of the family to stay at home, but Mr. Yuan Jing's thoughts are not in the same realm as those of secular people.

Even if marriages are blind and mute, Mr. Yuan Jing cannot bear the thought of his daughter being so wronged.

Choosing a son-in-law is like choosing a pair of shoes. The girl knows whether they fit the shoes, she likes them, and the father is satisfied. This is a good marriage.

Qing Ning is still a little sad, but she is a little girl after all, and she is easily shy when talking about life-long events.

"Yeah." Biting her lip, she responded in a low voice.

Wei Ci had dinner at Mr. Yuan Jing's house before leaving.

It's just that Sanwu resented him for staying out for so long, so she scratched both of his sleeves, and then reluctantly let go of her claws.

Wei Ci's mistress hugged Sanwu to comfort his fur, then sent Wei Ci to the door, looking at his miserable appearance and smiling softly with her sleeves covered.

"The Flower Festival is coming soon. Ci'er went back and prepared some brighter clothes. Fresh clothes are very pretty. If you wear this, no lady can look down on you." The master's wife looked at Wei Ci lovingly. Although she was old, , but she has a good attitude and still looks young.

Wei Ci's cheeks turned red and she was left speechless by the other party's teasing.

The elders are teasing the younger ones, and they are not shy about it. Do they still want to blow up on the spot?

After leaving Yuanjing's house, the words Hua Chaojie rang in Wei Ci's mind, as if he was in a daze.

After a while, he felt something was wrong.

"Did I forget something?"

Wei Ci was puzzled and recalled the Huachao Festival... February 12th... Hundred Flowers Birthday... Birthday?

etc!

Isn't the Flower Festival her birthday?

Wei Ci seemed to recall something, and his expression changed slightly.

The Flower Festival, the day when hundreds of flowers are born, is also a good day for outings and for young girls of the right age to have their spring in their hearts.

The girl in the boudoir also put aside her usual reserve and began to worry about what color clothes she should wear that day and what popular makeup she should wear. Although the boy was not so cumbersome, he was slightly anxious in his heart and tried to show his best side on this day. .

In this day full of strange atmosphere, Jiang Pengji lived a somewhat boring life.

She was pulled up from the collapse by Texue, gargling her mouth and face in confusion, and then placed a bowl of clear soup noodles in front of her.

“It’s longevity noodles again…”

Jiang Pengji looked at the noodles in the bowl, which were of the same thickness and seemed to be as thin as hair, and she suddenly became energetic.

Texue sighed and said, "My husband doesn't want to celebrate his birthday in a big way, and I can understand that. After all, many things are inconvenient when you are away from home, but you still have to eat this longevity noodles. Eat it in one go and don't break it. It means longevity." "Hundred years old, this is what Madam specially told me."

Jiang Pengji didn't need to taste it to know that there was no seasoning in this bowl of noodles. It was white noodles boiled in water, which was bland and unpalatable.

"If you don't eat it, the noodles will be burnt." Texue urged.

Jiang Pengji closed her eyes, picked up the bowl, picked up the noodles, stuffed the bowl of longevity noodles into her mouth, and finished the soup.

"That's right, your husband will live a long life and live a hundred years!"

Texue put away the bowls and chopsticks with a smile, but Jiang Pengji grimaced, "It's too bland."

The smell is simply indescribable.

She could get used to Yuan Jing's unique dark cuisine afternoon tea, but she still couldn't accept such longevity noodles.

After eating noodles, Jiang Pengji took a shower again and put on the new clothes that Ta Xue had prepared.

The color of the new clothes is fresh and tender, which is eye-catching when viewed from a distance.

Ta Xue was quite pleased, and then sighed again.

"It's such a nice day today, why are you sighing?"

Texue helped her arrange her clothes and hang up various accessories, sachets, pendants and so on.

"My husband is fifteen years old. If I hadn't insisted on you dressing up as a man, it would be time for you to get hairpins, find a suitable husband, and dress yourself up beautifully. With the appearance of your husband, which noble girl can do that?" Why bother showing off in men’s clothing all day long to compare with you..."

She seemed to realize that she had made a mistake and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.

Jiang Pengji's expression remained unchanged and she said, "I quite like this."

She bent down and helped Texue up, "You and I are as close as one family, why do we need to be so separate."

Jiang Pengji is now 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than Taxue, and not inferior to men of the same age.

Although her appearance is slightly feminine, in this era of men wearing hairpins and pink hair, she actually looks more like a man than most men.

"Speaking of hairpins, Sister Taxue is quite young now. If you have someone you like, Lanting will definitely arrange it for you."

Xunmei is passionately in love with Xu Ke and is willing to wait for him, but is also willing to delay her, but at Ta Xue's age, she can no longer delay.

Texue's expression was startled, then he lowered his head and wanted to change the topic.

"Lanting really treats you as a relative. If you have any difficulties, just tell me."

Jiang Pengji said with a smile, and Texue chuckled.

"My life is better than that of ordinary rich businesswomen. What's the problem?" She took the sandalwood fan and handed it to Jiang Pengji, "Master, go and come back early. You have to leave tomorrow. Don't be fooled by what's going on outside." The fox is blinded, otherwise the slave will not obey."

"Um."

Lowering her eyelids, Jiang Pengji put away her fan, took the reins from the door, and quickly turned over to get on Dabai's back.