Chapter 321

"Well, well, Wu Niang won't cry. Couples pay attention to one fate for marriage. Why force it?"

Mr. Yuanjing patted Qingning and let the old woman wipe her tears on her clothes.

Qingning is a stubborn girl. When she learns that Wei CI doesn't like her because she has someone in her heart, she is immediately indignant.

"Brother CI is now 20 years old. He is the same age as him, and the latest one is married. The earlier children can read and write, and what is sacred that caught his mind..." Qingning's mouth is flat, and her eyes are full of tears, as if she could cry the next second.

The little girl is very simple. She doesn't want to force Wei Ci to like herself. She just feels that the person she likes must be good everywhere. Others should like him like herself. Although it will be uncomfortable, it's best for the person she likes to be happy.

If Wei CI really had someone in his heart, why didn't he get married?

Mr. Yuanjing was a little embarrassed about this problem. "Look at fate. When fate comes, it will come naturally."

"Is that man younger than me?" Qingning twisted her veil and pursed her lips.

"Older than you." Mr. Yuanjing said, "stop crying and wipe your tears. If you let outsiders see it, what does it look like?"

Older than her?

Qingning was even more sad.

Being older than her means that people have to wear hairpins. Weici is waiting for each other to grow up to marriageable age?

"Who the hell is that man?" Qingning asked, "I want to have a look."

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

As the youngest daughter of Wei Ci's mentor, she is not close to Wei CI?

Occupying such an advantage, the other party still doesn't like himself, but likes others. The little girl feels bad.

"My father is afraid of you. He feels even worse." Mr. Yuanjing sighed, "when the time comes, you will naturally know who that person is. As a father, you will find someone who is quite old, looks good and talented for you to make our five niangs happy."

Qingning nodded with tears, but her mood was a little Wanyan.

"It's almost the flower Dynasty Festival. At that time, you must tell your father who is handsome."

Although the atmosphere of Dongqing is becoming more and more strict, and the constraints on women are becoming more and more strict. I wish my daughter didn't step out of the door, but Mr. Yuanjing's thoughts are not in the same realm with those of secular people.

Even if it is blind marriage and dumb marriage now, Mr. Yuanjing can't bear to have his daughter so wronged.

Choosing a son-in-law is like choosing shoes. Whether it fits or not, the daughter knows that she likes it and is satisfied with being a father. This is a good marriage.

Qingning is still a little sad, but it's a little girl after all. It's easy to be shy when it comes to the content of life-long relationship.

"Yes." Biting her lip, she whispered.

Wei CI had dinner at Mr. Yuanjing's house, and then left.

Only three or five had some resentment against him for being out for a long time. They were stunned to break his sleeves, which was why they reluctantly loosened their claws.

Wei Ci's teacher's mother comforted his hair with the third five-year plan, took Wei Ci to the door, looked at his miserable appearance, covered her sleeves and smiled.

"The flower festival is coming soon. Ci'er goes back and prepares some bright clothes. The fresh clothes are three times prettier. If you wear this, which lady can see you." The teacher's mother looked lovingly at Wei CI. Although she was old, she was in a good mood and looked still young.

Weici's cheeks turned red and he was ridiculed by the other party so that he couldn't speak.

The elder teases the younger generation and is not shy. Is it difficult to blow up hair on the spot?

Leaving Yuanjing's house, Wei Ci's mind rang with the words "Flower Festival", as if he were stunned.

After half a ring, he felt something wrong.

"Did I forget something?"

Weici wondered and thought about the Flower Festival... February 12... Baihua's birthday... Birthday?

wait!

Isn't flower day her birthday?

Weici seemed to recall something, and his face changed slightly.

The flower festival, the day of the birth of flowers, is also a good day for outings and the spring of school-age young girls.

The girl in the boudoir also put down her usual reserve and began to worry about what color of clothes to wear and what popular makeup to draw on that day. Although the teenager was not so cumbersome, she was a little anxious and tried to show her best on this day.

In such a day full of strange atmosphere, Jiang Pengji was a little bored.

She was pulled up from the collapse by stepping on the snow, gargled and washed her face in confusion, and then put a bowl of plain noodles in clear soup in front of her.

"Longevity noodles again..."

Jiang Pengji looked at the thin noodles with the same thickness in the bowl, as if she had hair, and suddenly came to her senses.

Stepping on the snow sighed, "my husband doesn't want to have a big birthday, and the slave can understand it. After all, it's inconvenient to go out. But this longevity noodles still needs to be eaten. You can't eat it at one go. It means a long life. This is specially explained by my wife."

Jiang Pengji doesn't have to taste it. There is no seasoning in this bowl of noodles. Boiled with water, the noodles are light and tasteless.

"If you don't eat any more, it's time to paste the noodles." Step on the snow.

As soon as Jiang Pengji closed her eyes, she picked up the bowl, picked up the noodles, stuffed the bowl of longevity noodles into her mouth, and even drank the soup.

"That's right. Lang Junding will live a long and long life!"

Stepping on the snow smiled and put away the dishes and chopsticks, except Jiang Pengji's bitter face, "it's too light."

The smell is beyond words.

She can get used to Yuanjing's unique dark cuisine afternoon tea, and still can't accept such longevity noodles.

After eating noodles, Jiang Pengji took another bath and put on her new clothes prepared for stepping on the snow.

The color of the new clothes is fresh and tender, which makes people bright from a distance.

Stepping on the snow was quite gratified, and immediately sighed again.

"Why do you sigh on such a good day?"

Step on the snow to help her tidy up her clothes, hang all kinds of ornaments, sachets and pendants.

"Your husband is fifteen years old. If the master didn't insist that you dress up as a man, you should reach the hairpin now. Find a suitable husband and dress yourself up. According to your appearance, who can compare with you, why wear men's clothes all day..."

She seemed to realize that she was wrong and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.

Jiang Pengji's face remained unchanged and said, "I like it very much."

She stooped down and helped up the snow, "you and I are like a family, which needs such a living."

Jiang Pengji is now 1.7 meters tall, half a head higher than stepping on the snow, and no inferior to men of the same age.

Although she looks a little feminine, she is actually more like a man than most men in this era of men's hairpin and powder.

"Speaking of hairpin, sister Tanxue is not young now. If you have a favorite person, Lanting must have done it for you."

Xunmei is in love with Xu Ke. She is willing to wait for each other and drag, but at the age of stepping snow, she can't drag any more.

Stepping on the snow looked stunned, immediately bowed his head and wanted to turn off the topic.

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

Jiang Pengji said with a smile and puffed at the snow.

"The slave is living better than the average rich merchant woman. Where is the difficulty?" She took the sandalwood fan and handed it to Jiang Pengji. "Go back early, sir. You have to leave tomorrow. Don't be dazzled by the fox outside, otherwise the slave won't follow."

"Yes."

Drooping her eyelids, Jiang Pengji took the fan, took the reins from the door, turned over neatly and rode on Dabai's back.