Seven Emotions and Six Desires
Upon hearing this, Jin Shulan's body stiffened.
After a moment, he felt the vague gazes behind him, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he said slowly: "Miss Song, regarding the matter between the two of them, I can neither represent my father nor the entire Jin family."
Seeing Song Tiaotiao's lips slightly parted as if she was about to say something, he closed his eyes tightly and said, "But if my little sister is willing, and Zhao Huaian really fulfills his promise, I will no longer hinder her. Please also tell Zhenjiao for me that if she still has me as her brother in her heart... on the day of the wedding, if she invites me to attend the ceremony, I will not refuse. Miss Song, this is what I can do."
The distant mountains float in the rain and mist, like swaying banana leaves, and the rushing mountain springs, like the raindrops rolling down them, flow endlessly into the veins of the earth.
Song Tiaotiao supported her chin and gazed at the indigo on the mountain behind her.
The rain in recent days has been neither fast nor slow. It is neither as heavy as the first day, nor as almost non-existent as at the beginning of the drought.
In this way, every three or two days, a light rain would come, which not only moistened the long-dry land but also enriched the river area downstream.
Seeing this situation, many refugees heading north returned to their hometowns in groups, but the number of refugees coming from the west was no less than before.
They looked tired and frightened, like the most vulnerable hares in the hunting ground, as if they would faint from fear in the next second.
Only after they had their fill of charity porridge did their tense nerves relax a little.
But he could only murmur weakly about the news that the Western Rong were going to attack and kill people and rob goods with the bandits.
The war against the Western Rong was beyond our reach, but the affairs of the refugees were under the command of the army.
These days, Gu Chengjue led his men to follow the army and went to many places to suppress bandits according to the directions indicated by the refugees.
At first, he would be gone for two or three days at a time, but recently it takes him three to five days to return home.
Every time they returned home, the bandit-suppression soldiers were inevitably covered in dust, and Gu Chengjue was no exception.
But Gu Chengjue's clothes could always be restored to look as good as new after washing, unlike his soldiers' clothes which were still stained with blood after washing.
Seeing this, although Song Tiaotiao knew that there was very little chance that it would be useful, seeing that the soldiers were looking at Gu Chengjue's clothes with envy, she couldn't help but teach them some methods to remove the blood stains.
But most of them have been in the battlefield for a long time and are no longer particular about details.
After hearing what Song Tiaotiao said, they smiled kindly and thanked their sister-in-law.
But after expressing their gratitude, most people still shook their heads, saying that they were not good at martial arts, and that clothes were only used to cover their bodies. Once on the battlefield, they would inevitably become consumables.
At this point, the soldiers all smiled at each other. They joked that they were not like Gu Chengjue after all. Not only was he possessed by the god of war on the battlefield, but he also had his wife at home who cared about him. Therefore, he treasured those clothes as if they were his own flesh and blood, and would not allow anyone to touch them. It was understandable.
Seeing that they intended to tell Song Tiaotiao, Gu Chengjue blinked his eyes and glanced at them secretly.
When Sui Jun saw this, he knew that Gu Chengjue was not really angry, but the young man was shy and wanted to speak in front of his sweetheart.
But Gu Chengjue's achievements were still vivid in their minds, and they still had to give their superior enough face in front of their sister-in-law.
Seeing the soldiers' laughter subside into low chuckles, Gu Chengjue wiped his hands clean from washing clothes, took Song Tiaotiao aside, looked down at her with a flickering gaze, and said softly, "Tiaotiao, it is not my intention to let the clothes you gave me be stained with dust..."
Song Tiaotiao raised her eyes to look at him and chuckled, "It's inevitable that your clothes will be stained with dust while suppressing bandits. But the clothes I give you are not stained with blood, and I will accompany you back from victory. In my heart, this is the most precious expression."
Hearing this, Gu Chengjue's eyes were filled with a tender smile, and his eyes moved: "They can't hurt me... I don't want Tiao Tiao to worry about me, and I don't want other people's blood to stain the clothes that Tiao Tiao gave me."
“I’m so jealous…”
I don’t know who had the sharpest ears but started to whisper and make fun of everyone below.
"His ears are red... I think only my sister-in-law can make this man feel emotional."
"Yes, it's a rare opportunity in my lifetime. I can't help but think of my wife when I see it."
"Stop talking, stop talking. They are a young couple in love. Why bother interrupting their lovemaking?"
Hearing this, Gu Chengjue's eyes flickered with a hint of secret joy. Then, he saw that the tips of Song Tiaotiao's fair ears had also turned a faint red. He glanced at the faces of the soldiers and coughed lightly.
The soldiers smiled at each other and tacitly stopped making noises.
This scene is still vivid in my mind even after five or six days.
Song Tiaotiao chuckled, looked at the vegetable garden in front of her where the drizzle had just stopped, put the little white fox curled up like a dumpling in her arms back on the rattan chair, turned around and walked into the farmland.
Song Xiaobai opened his sleepy fox eyes, shook his pure white fur, followed Song Tiaotiao's footsteps, and jumped forward.
Song Tiaotiao heard the light footsteps behind her and smiled slightly, but did not stop Song Xiaobai from entering the vegetable field with her.
Now, Song Xiaobai is an expert in catching greedy thieves in her small farm.
No matter whether it is field mice, field frogs or miscellaneous insects, as long as they appear in Song Xiaobai's fox eyes, they will be treated equally and wiped out in the blink of an eye.
Song Tiaotiao looked at her vegetable protector with a smile, only to see Song Xiaobai again disgusted with the dirt on the ground. He shook his fox head and licked his fur gently.
Because he hates mud and dirt, Song Xiaobai never enters the vegetable garden without permission. Even when he wants to catch those small things that hinder the growth of vegetable seedlings, he drives them out of the garden first. He is very conscientious.
Now, Song Xiaobai's fox eyes turned, and it seemed that he had locked onto something in the field. His two front hooves moved alternately, and then, like a gust of wind, he quietly disappeared.
Song Tiaotiao looked around her quiet countryside after the rain, and saw an upside-down white "radish" in a corner. Knowing that Song Xiaobai had made another achievement, she lowered her eyes and smiled.
Thinking about her small vegetable garden, she has been living a safe and secure life since she started planning it.
However, after a few months, the short-season vegetables that were initially planted have now experienced long periods of drought and wind and rain, and have grown from tiny seeds through hardships into crisp and tender vegetables that can be picked.
When Song Tiaotiao held the first leaf in her hand, her eyes were filled with happiness.
The green, environmentally friendly and pollution-free food she pursued finally became plump and juicy green vegetables.
In this way, batches of delicious vegetables were cooked and served to the diners' tables.
With the double-gain effect of raw materials and reprocessing, not only new diners, but even the gourmets who often come to Tiaotiao Food Store have ushered in a new wave of taste bud impact.
They savored the delicious dishes, sighing repeatedly and not forgetting to take another bite.
Song Tiaotiao became a fairy-like treasure in the eyes of diners.
Lately, the most common question she's heard is: what divine guidance did she receive? Or what rare treasure did she find? How could she make her already captivating dishes even more delicious, seemingly from heaven?
Diners are praising the restaurant endlessly, and Tiaotiao Food Store’s business is booming.
Even the high-ranking merchants who frequented the Northern Dynasty sighed, "The business at Tiaotiao Restaurant is bustling like nothing I've seen on my entire journey. It's already the prototype of the restaurant that Madam Jiang opened in Suzhou when I was young."
Hearing this, Jin Zhenjiao pulled Song Tiaotiao into her arms, leaned against her blushing face and chuckled softly, "Tiaotiao, I really didn't make the right choice by following you. You always find ways to surprise me. Tonight I want to eat the pickled cabbage you made yourself."
Song Tiaotiao took her arm around her elbow, nodded to Gao Shanghu, who was immersed in the food again, and led Jin Zhenjiao into the kitchen, smiling sweetly: "You've been eating it for three days and you're not tired of it yet? It seems that Sister Zhenjiao really likes it. If you like it so much, I can make it for you for the rest of your life."
Jin Zhenjiao smiled at her and nodded, "Then you must do what you say, so that I can die with peace of mind in this life, and in the underworld..." At this point, she saw Song Tiaotiao frowning slightly, smiling and sighing at her and shaking his head. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Okay, okay, I won't brag to the King of Hell. I will show off in heaven and say that I had a fairy banquet in the underworld that even the gods would envy, so that they can take you to heaven and make you a fairy."
Song Tiaotiao's lips curled up slightly at Jin Zhenjiao's teasing. "Sister Zhenjiao, your wedding is coming soon, so you should think of something festive." She lowered her lively almond-shaped eyes, whispered in Jin Zhenjiao's ear, and chuckled softly, "Why don't you think about what you'd like to eat on your wedding day? Then I can prepare a decent wedding meal for you, to bring good luck."
Hearing this, Jin Zhenjiao's eyes flickered, and the complexion on her face was as rosy as the rouge on her lips: "You are just naughty. But I like everything you make. If you send it to me, I can eat it all. No... It seems that I can't eat too much that day." When she said this, Jin Zhenjiao's eyes flickered, and her ears turned red as if blood was dripping.
Seeing Jin Zhenjiao suddenly fall silent, Song Tiaotiao chuckled and changed the subject: "Sister Zhenjiao, have you chosen an auspicious date?"
Jin Zhenjiao nodded gently: "It's already been decided. It's on the ninth day of the seventh month. My husband said it's an auspicious day for everything."
Song Tiaotiao nodded with emotion: "It seems that Yu Xiaoyi is only one month away."
From their childhood to their prime years, this pair of childhood sweethearts have gone through the ups and downs of their family, border wars, and obstructions from their fathers and brothers, and finally they can get what they want.
Jin Zhenjiao had told her before that since she made up her mind to come to Songbai Village alone, she had come here with the intention of being with Zhao Huaian for the rest of her life.
Now, if you think about it, she has been secretly planning her wedding for half a year.
Although Zhao Huaian had previously kept his friendship secret due to the difference in their wealth, he had been planning this for more than several years since he left the Jin family.
Today, Zhao Huaian has revived his family business and made the north-south border trade flourish. Jin Zhenjiao is also in charge of the profits and losses of all the Jin family shops in Bobei Township, becoming a famous female shopkeeper.
Three matchmakers, six betrothals, and red silk warm tents are all ready. From now on, we will be together for the rest of our lives.
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Song Tiaotiao lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and fanned the slightly warm breeze with her hands.
The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching. Although there is a light rain from time to time to relieve the heat, the hem of this spring skirt still makes people feel a little stuffy.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look in the direction of Su Lin Cloth Shop.
I think my sister-in-law must be buying new season women's clothing for the cloth shop at this time.
Today, Bo Shuang has already become a popular yet mysterious fashion designer in the Northern Dynasty.
According to Su Lin, the patterns he brought back from Bo Shuang one after another became the trendsetters of the Northern Dynasty, attracting major cloth shops to imitate them, but this made them scratch their heads in frustration and helpless.
Because Bo Shuang's embroidery technique was only passed down by the daughters of the Bo family, even if the Northern Dynasty cloth shop racked its brains, it could not figure out the family secret method. It could only imitate the appearance but could not learn the exquisite design.
In the end, the stunning embroidery often loses its soul and ends up in the miserable situation of imitating others poorly.
The patterns designed by Bo Shuang are exquisite yet not complicated, elegant yet profound, and can truly be called ingenious. They have won the hearts of many female customers. Even the noble ladies in the Northern Dynasty capital come to buy them, making Bo Shuang's life very fulfilling these days.
Thinking of this, Song Tiaotiao picked up the white rice that had been soaked in cold water for a long time and was about to go back to the cloth shop to buy some new clothes.
Then I heard the faint sound of horse hooves and footsteps approaching.
Everything is so familiar.
Song Tiaotiao's eyes slowly looked up from the hem of the clothes that were moving in the wind.
When her gaze fixed on Gu Chengjue's eyes, which were like a clear pool, her eyes were like fallen petals, melting a little in the clear pool. Then, with her growing smile, they rippled like a pool of spring water: "Congratulations, General Gu, on your safe return."
Gu Chengjue looked down at the playful Song Tiaotiao, his eyes flickering for a moment, and he smiled calmly: "I wonder if Miss Song misses... General Gu?"
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