"Mom, Mo Chen waits by the steamer before dawn every day. Last time, when I had a fever and wanted to eat plum blossom cake, he ran to all eight pastry shops in Beijing..." Jiang Xiaohuang hugged her mother's arm and kept acting coquettishly. The pearl hairpin in her hair rubbed Nian Li's cheeks and made her feel itchy. "Alright, alright!" Nian Li's eyes were red, and she gently slapped her daughter's hand away. "Girls really can't be kept at home when they grow up!" She threw the account book to Jiang Yan, "You, as a grandfather, can handle it!"
Jiang Yan clutched the account book, still stubbornly saying, "Although the accounts are clear, but the wedding date..." "Let's set it for next year's Flower Festival!" Su Jinli made the final decision, the sandalwood cane clacking against the blue bricks with a crisp sound, as if declaring an unquestionable decision. "Then ask His Majesty to grant the marriage, and see who dares to gossip!"
The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly lightened. Jiang Xiaohuang cheered and threw herself into Mo Chen's arms. Seeing this, Su Qingyao quickly took out her rouge box and touched up their makeup. The red rouge accidentally touched the tip of Mo Chen's nose, and the funny look made everyone laugh. Young Marquis Su suddenly appeared from nowhere, holding a toy sword across the doorway, and said majestically, "Anyone who dares to cause trouble at this wedding will be killed by this sword!" The blade shook, revealing half a piece of osmanthus cake hidden in the scabbard. This unexpected scene caused everyone to laugh again.
Jiang Yan quietly pulled Su Jinli to a corner and pulled out an oil-paper bag from his sleeve. Inside was a freshly bought sugar painting. With a touch of shyness and nostalgia, he said, "When I was pursuing you, I wrote love poems and argued with booksellers on your behalf..." Su Jinli rolled her eyes, reached out, pinched a piece of the sugar painting, and put it in her mouth, her lips curled slightly. "I know, the top scholar is the most playful." She looked out at the people laughing and playing in the hall. The setting sun shone gently through the carved window lattices, casting long shadows on everyone. This warm scene was very similar to the line in the first storybook she wrote after her rebirth, "The years to come will be all honey," filled with sweetness and hope, as if foreshadowing that Jiang Xiaohuang and Mo Chen's future life would be as warm and beautiful as the autumn sun.
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