Your Majesty, he is as beautiful as a flower

Seeing the stalls on both sides with a lot of colorful trinkets, Cheng Wanqiao thought that if Qi Yan saw these, he would be very happy. He led Yuchen to the stall, picked up a fist-sized I looked at the tiger puppet, which was embroidered with a tiger pattern. The stall owner said that this is called a cloth tiger, and children like to play with it.

Cheng Wanqiao bought one, he didn't have much money on him, he took it with him when he left the capital, and he didn't have a chance to use it in Yulingxi for the past eight months.

After buying the cloth tiger, Cheng Wanqiao put it in his sleeve, then looked at Yuchen, "If you want to buy something, I'll buy it for you."

Yu Chen said: "Just the little money you have, I want to buy it, but you can't afford it."

Cheng Wanqiao smiled, "Do you think I'm poor?"

"How dare you, at least you still have some money, and I don't have any."

Cheng Wanqiao said: "Then the two of us can be counted as people who have fallen in the end of the world."

"It should be a poor and lowly couple."

It was very lively with gongs and drums in front of it, and people gathered round after round. When they got closer, they realized that someone had set up a stage to sing an opera, which was about the Cowherd and Weaver Girl being torn apart by the Queen Mother.

Cheng Wanqiao had seen this play on Gong Yan when he was a child, and he only remembered a rough idea over the years. Seeing an actor singing on the stage at this moment, he stopped in his tracks and watched it for a while.

Yuchen followed suit for a while, and asked Cheng Wanqiao next to him, "Since the two are in love, why should they separate?"

Cheng Wanqiao looked away from the stage, and he explained: "Human beings have different paths, the Queen Mother didn't allow them to be together, so she broke them up."

Yu Chen asked again: "If it were you, what would you do?"

Cheng Wanqiao thought for a while, "I don't know."

Yuchen shook his fan and said: "If it were me, no matter whether he allows it or not, the person I love must have lived and died with me."

Cheng Wanqiao smiled, Yu Chentian was not afraid of anything, probably he would not take other people's obstructions seriously.But there are countless fateful mandarin ducks in the world, and they finally succumbed.

There is a river nearby, and there are many painting boats in the river. It is elegant to take a painting boat tour at night to see the scenery on both sides of the river.

Cheng Wanqiao took Yuchen to the ferry and saw two boats parked at the ferry, so he asked the people on the boat, "Boater, how can I rent this boat?"

The boatman said with a loud voice: "Today's temple fair is more expensive than usual. Calculated by the hour, the small one costs a hundred cents an hour, and the largest one costs one tael of silver an hour."

Before Cheng Wanqiao could speak, Yuchen said, "I want the big one, rent it for one night."

The boatman said: "Young master, if you rent it for one night, I will give you two taels of silver."

As soon as Yuchen opened his mouth, he rented a big boat, and rented it for one night. Just now he described them as a poor and lowly couple, but they act like a noble young master who spends money like rain.

Cheng Wanqiao sweated, he didn't have two taels of silver on him, he said in a low voice, "I don't have that much silver."

"What are you afraid of? I have it." As he spoke, he took out an opal the size of a pigeon egg from his sleeve and handed it out. "Is it enough to rent this for one night?"

When the boatman saw the opal, his eyes lit up, not to mention renting it, he could afford to buy it, "Enough, enough! Two gentlemen, please get on board, and I will arrange for the boatman."

Yuchen said: "There is no need for the boatman."

The boatman received a treasure, and he was so happy that he didn't know the north and south, "Okay, okay, the two of you can do what you want, do what you want."

Cheng Wanqiao and Yuchen set foot on the largest painting boat together. There were two rooms in the painting boat, with carved windows and glazed roof, which were very luxurious.

The hand under Yuchen's sleeve squeezed a formula, a little starlight fell into the bow of the boat, and the boat moved by itself, moving slowly down the river.

Cheng Wanqiao and Yuchen entered one of the rooms in the painting boat. There was a large window on the outer side of the room, with a bamboo curtain hanging down. When the bamboo curtain was drawn, one could see the scenery on both sides of the river.

Cheng Wanqiao sat down, and then asked: "Where did you get that gemstone just now?"

Yuchen shook his fan leisurely, "I have a box, if you want it, I'll give you a few when you go back."

It's really generous, that one gem is enough for ordinary people's family to live a lifetime.

Cheng Wanqiao joked: "I used to think that we were in the same family, but now I know that I am the one who made the move."

Yu Chen said: "It doesn't matter if you climb high or not, the important thing is that you and I have a predestined marriage, a match made in heaven."

-

Ten years later.

There is a bayberry tree in Yulingxi, all of which are hundreds of years old. When the May tree arrives, it will be full of red fruits.

Cheng Wanqiao was carrying a basket and standing on a branch, picking bayberry skillfully. He was good at light work, so he was in charge of picking the top ones, while others picked the short ones.

The bayberry grown on this hundred-year-old bayberry tree is big, sweet and sour. It can be soaked in bayberry wine or made into dried fruit preserves.

"Daddy!" Under the tree, a child wearing purple clothes, about two years old, raised his face, holding a few red bayberries in his hand, and yelled to the tree while eating: "Daddy!"

Cheng Wanqiao looked down, afraid that the falling red bayberry would hit him, and pointed to a place not far away, where there was a cushion he laid out, specially made for Qi Yan, "Yan'er, go over there."

Qi Yan held up a red bayberry with his small hand, "Daddy, I'll eat it for you."

Cheng Wanqiao was worried about him, so he jumped and landed lightly. Looking at the little bun with his mouth full of bayberry juice, he put the basket of bayberries aside, pulled out his handkerchief and leaned down to wipe his mouth.

"Father, eat." Qi Yan handed over the red bayberry in his hand again, and Cheng Wanqiao didn't think his hands were saliva, so he opened his mouth to eat.

Although Qi Yan's growth is slow, his language ability is stronger than that of ordinary people. Although he is equivalent to two years old of ordinary people, he can already speak a lot.

Cheng Wanqiao pointed to the mat on the grass beside the bayberry tree, "Yan'er, go sit over there and wait for Daddy."

"Yeah." Qi Yan obediently walked to the mat and sat there obediently.

A middle-aged man who was picking bayberry together said: "Mr. Cheng, the sun is getting a little hot, you take the young master back first, and we will pick the bayberry."

"I finished picking the ones on the top, it won't take long." Cheng Wanqiao put the freshly picked bayberry aside and replaced it with an empty basket. Yan took a look over there, afraid that he would run away.

After picking the red bayberries on the top, Cheng Wanqiao took Qi Yan back to Lingxi Palace, holding him in one hand and a basket of red bayberries in the other.

"Daddy, are these red bayberries all for father?"

"Yan'er can eat too."

"But I ate a lot of bayberry today, and I don't want to eat bayberry anymore."

"What do you want to eat then?"

"I want to eat chicken legs." As he said, he gestured with his small hand, "Such a big chicken leg."

"Okay, then we'll have chicken drumsticks tonight."

Back at Lingxi Palace, Yuchen just came to meet him.

Cheng Wanqiao put down Qi Yan, and handed the basket of red bayberries to the maid who came up, and he ordered: "Wash Shaojun's face."

"Yes." The maid carried the bayberry and led Qi Yan to wash his face.

Yuchen just came to him, and he raised his hand to brush off the debris on his shoulders. It was a dead branch when he just climbed up the tree. "Go and change your clothes, and play chess with me later."

"it is good."

Cheng Wanqiao changed into clean clothes. He always likes to wear white clothes. He looks gentle and elegant. If outsiders don't ask carefully, they must not know that he used to be a general who fought in the battlefield for many years, and even made the enemy fearful.

The two sat on the couch in the room and played chess. Cheng Wanqiao's chess skills improved a lot, but the number of wins was not many.

Cheng Wanqiao fell down, looked up at Yuchen, and then lost his mind for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Wanqiao said with emotion: "It's been 11 years before I know it."

Yuchen looked at him, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Cheng Wanqiao looked at him for a while, then lowered his eyes, he is already in his thirties this year, and Yuchen is still the same as before. In more than ten years, he will be old, his skin will be wrinkled, and his hair will be gray. He stays with each other, but there are some ethics that cannot be tolerated.

"It's okay." Cheng Wanqiao put away his unreasonable sentimentality, and dropped a white puck in his hand, "It's your turn."

Yuchen didn't make a move, but stretched out his hand and grabbed his, "Don't hide anything from me."

Cheng Wanqiao glanced at the hand being held. His hand was placed together with Yuchen's. Yuchen's hand was as delicate and white as Hetian jade, while his daily work was rough and wheat-colored, in sharp contrast.

He smiled lightly, "Okay, I will tell you if I have something on my mind."

-

When night fell, Yulingxi was shrouded in darkness and was very quiet.

Cheng Wanqiao sat by the bed and coaxed Qi Yan to sleep. Qi Yan lay on the bed for a long time without feeling sleepy. He looked at Cheng Wanqiao with wide eyes, "Daddy, why don't you sleep with me?"

Cheng Wanqiao said softly, "Yan'er has grown up and wants to sleep by himself."

"But my father has grown up too, why does my father sleep with my father every day?"

This question stumped Cheng Wanqiao, he thought for a while, "Because father and father are married couples, married couples have to share the same bed."

"Then can Dad and I be married couples?"

"No, you and I are father and son. When Yan'er grows up, he can find a married couple."

"But I just want to be with Daddy."

Cheng Wanqiao stroked his head, "Yan'er is still young and doesn't understand yet, but he will know when he grows up."

And he felt in his heart that he should not be able to see him grow up.

Qi Yan said: "Then I will grow up quickly."

"it is good."

Cheng Wanqiao lifted the quilt for him again, "Yan'er, if your father is gone one day, you have to listen to what your father says."

"But why isn't daddy here?"

"Just if, for example, Daddy goes to another place."

Qi Yan grabbed Cheng Wanqiao's sleeve, "Then I'll follow Daddy."

Cheng Wanqiao smiled helplessly. This little bun has been attached to him since he was a child, so I'm afraid it won't make sense to him. "Okay, daddy won't go anywhere, just close your eyes and go to sleep."

"Yeah." Qi Yan closed his eyes and fell asleep obediently.

When he fell asleep, Cheng Wanqiao blew out the candles in the room, went out, and closed the door by the way.

Back in the room, Yuchen was standing by the window, looking up at the moon in the sky, Cheng Wanqiao closed the door and walked over, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Yuchen turned around, "Can't sleep."

Hearing this tone, it seemed that someone had provoked him again, and he asked, "Why can't you sleep?"

"My queen has something to hide from me, but I can't figure out his mind. How can I sleep peacefully?"

Cheng Wanqiao smiled, "What can I hide from you?"

Yuchen looked sad, "Look, he still doesn't admit it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well these few days."

Cheng Wanqiao was really helpless, as long as this person had a little temper, he would give in completely, "I really have nothing to hide from you."

"I don't mean anything else, it's your concern." Yuchen raised his hand and traced his eyebrows with his fingertips, "I've been with you for eleven years, you can't keep it from me if you have something on your mind. "

Cheng Wanqiao has really been thinking about getting old in his heart for the past few days, and he doesn't know why he suddenly thinks about it obsessively. He has tried his best to bury this thought in his heart, but Yuchen still feels it.

Cheng Wanqiao said: "I'm a mediocre person, so I don't mind talking about it."

Yuchen put down his hands, "Then why don't you tell me how you are a mediocre person."

This person must ask clearly.

Cheng Wanqiao picked him up, "Go and lie down on the bed, and I'll talk to you slowly."

Lying on the bed, Cheng Wanqiao hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear, "I was thinking, you and Yan'er can both live to be a thousand years old, but I, just a mortal, can live to be seventy or eighty years old. Already a long life."

Yuchen took his hand and sighed: "Sure enough, it's mediocrity. If you die, I'll wait for your reincarnation. It's just a reincarnation. I can afford to wait."

Cheng Wanqiao hugged him even tighter when he heard the words, "Well, then it's settled, if my lifespan ends, you will come to me after reincarnation."

Yuchen turned around and faced him, "I will take you away as soon as you are weaned."

Cheng Wanqiao was amused by him, "Forget it, you don't even want to hug Yan'er, such a small child loves to cry, I'm afraid you will feel disgusted with me."

"In your words, even if you cry and make trouble, I can bear it."

Cheng Wanqiao thought for a while, "It's still not good. If such a small child is taken away, the parents will definitely be heartbroken."

Yu Chen said: "Then let them raise you for 12 years. When you are 12 years old, I will come to propose marriage and take you away."

"There is no custom for men to propose marriage to men."

"Then I will be No.1."

The knot in Cheng Wanqiao's heart was untied for some reason, he smiled with relief, "I am only 33 years old now, and I am still a long time away from being reincarnated. I will talk about this matter with you when I am [-] or [-]."

"So, you have the self-knowledge of mediocrity."

Cheng Wanqiao smiled lightly, he put his arms around Yuchen, closed his eyes, and had a sweet dream.