"Then bow your head first."

"Zhizhi, you have to agree first."

"No, you lower your head first."

"Weave."

"Still not... um..."

He suddenly lowered his head and came down.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, not too much, and Zhiyun tightened her grip around his neck due to the sudden kiss.

After a long time——

Releasing her hand, Zhiyun couldn't help but sigh, "Although I've tasted it many times, I find that my Doctor Han is still as delicious as ever."

"Baby too."

“…”

Zhiyun is very greedy for the beauty she has now.

It would be great if she didn't die. Then she could be with Han Qingrang forever and raise this little baby together.

He and she will definitely be one of the many happy couples in this world.

But there are no ifs.

After all, these are just wishful thinking and will never happen.

She would die, and after giving birth to this little baby.

Zhiyun tried her best to hide the sadness in her heart and not show it on her face.

"Doctor Han, you will be safe and happy, and live a long life."

"So does Zhizhi."

"Yeah." Zhiyun nodded with a heavy nasal tone.

The two of them understood each other tacitly, but both wished each other a long life.

However, Zhiyun thought about his lifespan. He would live for more than a hundred years. "Han Qingrang, will you live forever? You won't get hurt, and you won't die, right?"

"Weave."

Zhiyun looked at him.

He said, "I won't be hurt or die, but I will always be with you. This is my promise to you, forever."

Zhiyun forced herself to look away and stop looking at him.

She was really afraid that she would be too spineless and cry again.

Recently, she has been able to control her mentality very well. She no longer cries and her mood has become particularly cheerful.

"Zhizhi, let's continue shooting," he said.

"Take a picture?"

"Yeah." He responded.

Zhiyun said yes, then raised her phone. When she was about to strike a pose, he said faintly, "Zhizhi, kiss me more."

Zhiyun: “…”

She was at the same time not knowing whether to laugh or cry, especially when he said such seductive words to her with such a serious look on his face.

Zhiyun stood on tiptoe and pecked him lightly on the chin, "I took the picture."

Then he put his feet flat and pointed at his face, "Isn't it time for you to kiss me?"

He is more direct...well, he just kisses her directly.

The gray-blue eyes blinked, and Zhiyun enjoyed his kiss.

The two of them were delayed here for quite a while.

The sun is shining and the breeze is not dry.

The air was filled with the fragrance of roses. Zhiyun really liked this scent, it felt like she was in a sea of ​​flowers.

After walking around the big fountain, stepping onto the cobblestone path, and then climbing up the stone steps one by one, the two arrived at the gate of Yiren Winery.

"Are we visiting someone?"

"no."

"Hmm? What's that?"

Han Qingrang said to her, "Zhizhi, let's come here and spend every moment that belongs to us together."

So that's how it is.

The door of the winery opened, and two men dressed as butlers came out. When they saw Han Qingrang, they bowed respectfully and addressed him respectfully, "Mr. Teng."

Han Qingrang nodded and introduced her: "She is my wife."

The two housekeepers looked at Zhiyun.

Then, they looked at each other again, bowed respectfully, and addressed Zhiyun as "Mrs. Teng."

Zhiyun blinked her gray-blue eyes, confusion in them.

Han Qingrang took her hand and said, "Zhizhi, we should go in."

Zhiyun followed him and they went in together.

On the way, Zhiyun asked him, "Do you come to this winery often?"

Even at this moment, Zhiyun had not yet connected Han Qingrang with Yiren Winery.

"Occasionally." He replied.

Zhiyun was skeptical. "Yiren Winery has the most direct connection with the Simantu royal family. Your other identity is Murshidi, but they call you Mr. Teng, not His Royal Highness Prince Murshidi."

"That's right."

Han Qing let the smile on his lips deepen, but he did not help her solve the problem.

Zhiyun nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Whether it is His Royal Highness Prince Murshidi, Teng Qingdu, the master of Teng Mansion, or her doctor Han Qingrang, these three are his names and his identities.

As for how the name Han Qingrang came to exist, Zhiyun never understood, nor did he think deeply about why his surname was Han and why he was named Han Qingrang.

…

In this winery, Zhiyun fully felt the true medieval style and charm.

After the two of them had their meal, Zhiyun and Han Qingrang went to the vineyard together under the guidance of the housekeeper.

This vineyard is even larger than any vineyard Zhiyun has seen before.

Bunches of purple-black grapes hung on the grape racks, and each grape was very plump: the housekeeper picked the grapes in front of them, washed them, and placed them on a golden tray, which he pushed in front of Zhiyun and Han Qingrang.

"Mr. Teng, Mrs. Teng."

The butler served freshly picked grapes.

Han Qingrang took one, peeled it, and fed it to Zhiyun's mouth. "Try it, it's not too sweet, you will definitely like it."

Han Qingrang used the three words "definitely", which confirmed that she liked the sweet and sour taste.

Zhiyun opened her mouth and bit the grape flesh.

The grape skin is purple-black, and I thought it would be very sweet, but unexpectedly, it is both sweet and sour.

In an instant, a soft smile appeared on Zhiyun's face, "It's really delicious."

It was in line with the three words he said: I definitely will.

Seeing her so satisfied, Han Qingrang also smiled.

Zhiyun enjoyed the process of him feeding her grapes. The two of them walked and stopped, visiting one-third of the vineyard.

The grape racks were laden with fruit. Looking at the large number of grapes, Zhiyun asked, "Isn't it time to pick them all?"

"Well, just these two days." It was Han Qingrang who answered her.

Then, the two stewards told her the long story of the entire Yiren Manor, and where the grapes in the vineyard would be sent after they were ripe and picked, how the wine was made, processed, sealed, and fermented, etc.

During the conversation, Zhiyun asked, "I'm sorry to say this, but I really don't know who the owner of Yiren Winery is."

When the two stewards who led the way heard Zhiyun ask this question, they looked at each other in confusion.

Seeing the two stewards' reactions, Zhiyun turned to Han Qingrang and said, "I'm not very familiar with Yiren Winery. From the time I heard about it, including coming here, I only knew that Yiren Winery was related to the royal family. I don't know who the owner of Yiren Winery is or what his status is in the royal family."

Zhiyun had just finished speaking.

The two housekeepers also looked at Han Qingrang.

Zhiyun felt that something was wrong.