Zhou Jing'an gently supported her arm and asked her to sit down. He then knelt in front of her, looking at her with his head slightly tilted upwards.
"Ling'er, my injury is really healed."
Jiang Ling lowered her eyes to look at him and listened to him speaking to her softly.
The sunlight shines in through the window, illuminating the quiet room.
Zhou Jing'an's eyes were bright, and there was a gentle sea in them, which flashed with crystal light when illuminated by the sunlight.
He knelt on one knee in front of her, tilted his head back, and spoke in a gentle, low voice that flowed slowly.
Jiang Ling suddenly felt dazed.
She watched his mouth open and close, but her ears were buzzing and she couldn't hear his voice.
Like a proposal, she thought.
Although Zhou Jing'an had already proposed to Jiang Ling in the plum forest, Jiang Ling was a modern person after all. After being swept up in the torrent of the modern world, she would inevitably become more accustomed to the modern lifestyle.
It's like falling in love, like getting married.
She had also casually mentioned her views on marriage when chatting with Qingqing, and she had also imagined that someone would kneel down on one knee and propose to her with tears in his eyes.
Jiang Ling's heartbeat quickened quietly, and she looked at Zhou Jing'an quietly.
Considering that you're already kneeling down, it's not too much for her to fantasize about it.
"Zhou Jing'an."
Her voice was small, but it interrupted Zhou Jing'an's confession. He looked up at her and asked softly, "Well, Ling'er, you can scold me however you want. Don't hold it in."
Otherwise it would be bad if you get sick.
Jiang Ling had her back to the window, the sunlight grew wings behind her, making her face soft and beautiful, her tassels flashed bright light, and Zhou Jing'an felt that everything around him was hazy for a moment.
She pursed her lips and smiled faintly again.
"Zhou Jing'an, say you want to marry me again."
Zhou Jing'an was stunned. He couldn't understand why she was angry just now and now wanted to hear this.
However, women's thoughts are always unconventional, as long as she is not angry, it's fine.
Zhou Jing'an's eyes lit up with a smile as he spoke slowly, word by word, "Ling'er, I am attracted to you. I swear in my heart that if I can win your favor and entrust my life to you, I will do my utmost to protect you and never change."
"Would you be lucky enough to marry me and spend the rest of my life with me?"
Although Jiang Ling's idea came suddenly, Zhou Jing'an did not act perfunctorily at all.
His eyes were clear, and Jiang Ling could clearly see her reflection in them.
Even after Zhou Jing'an finished speaking, his face turned red.
Jiang Ling suddenly smiled, her brows curved, her heart full and beating vigorously.
She gently hooked Zhou Jing'an's hand, and clasped their hands together with lingering affection.
Jiang Ling nodded gently and said, "Okay, I do."
She touched the tips of her ears, which were burning, and thought to herself, how pretentious she was.
But it's a complete success.
She was very satisfied.
Zhou Jingan played the drum with peace of mind, his face filled with joy.
He was about to ask her with a smile why she suddenly wanted to hear this, but he saw Jiang Ling's face suddenly turned stern and snorted, "Don't think this matter is over. If you don't care about your own health at all, you can go and ask the emperor for permission to fight and kill."
Zhou Jing'an's smile paused and he pursed his lips. While promising not to run around before the wedding, he thought to himself that Ling'er's thoughts were really hard to guess.
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It was the day when Zhou Jing'an went to Yunwu Peak to take a medicinal bath. Jiang Ling wanted to go with him. She wanted to ask He Zui about Fang Juexia.
They are all doctors, so I think they might know each other.
But Zhou Jing'an refused to let her leave the city no matter what.
"You've only just recovered from your injuries. Yunwu Peak is remote and difficult to travel to, so it's too much of a chore."
Jiang Ling was helpless. This guy was extremely cautious when it came to her affairs, but he didn't take his own affairs seriously.
In the end, she still couldn't go, so she asked him to say hello to He Zui and Wan Ran, and then changed the way she asked him to ask He Zui about those things.
Jiang Ling was bored and reading a storybook in Jushuang Pavilion. Yingxue came over and said that Zhou Ningan invited her to come over and chat.
She changed into appropriate clothes and followed Yingxue to Fengyi Palace. As soon as she entered the main hall, she found something wrong.
Sitting next to Zhou Ning'an was a beautiful woman whom she had never seen before.
But watching the familiar interaction between the two from afar, and then taking a look at the woman's appearance, he understood and was slightly surprised.
Could this be... Zhou Jingan’s mother?
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The time goes back to yesterday, in the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
A man in a dark robe got off the carriage. Zhou Xing, the chief steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion, walked quickly to him and put the thick cloak in the servant's hand on him.
Zhou Huaixin wanted to raise his hand to refuse, but then he thought of something and let him put it on him. He glanced at the moon above his head and unconsciously quickened his pace.
After turning around the various gardens in his home, he looked up and saw that the lights were still on in the main house of Danhuai Courtyard.
He frowned slightly, quickened his pace and walked into the courtyard, and saw the figure waiting under the corridor at a glance.
Xia Zhixian was standing in the corridor wearing a thick cloak. When she saw a tall figure approaching, a smile appeared on her lips.
She moved her feet, but before she could walk down the stairs, Zhou Huaixin quickly came up and supported her, with a hint of blame in his words.
"Didn't I tell you not to wait outside?"
He held Xia Zhixian's hand, feeling the warmth, and his frown relaxed a little.
Xia Zhixian followed him into the house and smiled gently at the fox fur on his cloak: "It's okay, I've gotten used to it over the years."
She took off his cloak and hung it on the rack. She smelled a hint of alcohol on him and asked him why he came back so late.
"Old He took out his collection of fine wine, and we couldn't help but drink a few more glasses." Zhou Huaixin pulled her towards the dormitory, thinking of his colleagues at the dinner table who mentioned his son's upcoming marriage.
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