[Chapter 170 Chapter 170 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (47)]
"Woo woo, even the strictest teacher in the academy is not as scary as my brother-in-law."
Yan Baichuan's eyes were filled with tears and he looked at her accusingly.
Yan Qing coughed lightly: "How is he now?"
"Mother noticed that he was not in good condition, so she knocked him out with a stick." Yan rubbed his tired and sore eyes and yawned several times in succession, "Mother asked you to come back with me quickly."
When she arrived at the general's residence, she sighed inwardly as she looked at the weak and haggard man lying on the bed.
Zhang Wanqing pulled her aside, looking strange: "What did you do to make that child suffer like this?"
At first she was happy that her son-in-law could tutor her younger son in schoolwork, but she didn't expect that the boy would be so serious that he stayed up for several days.
Yan Qing was helpless: "It's nothing, actually."
"You have your own thoughts, so I won't ask you any more." Zhang Wanqing touched her head, a hint of longing in her eyes.
Han Sheng didn't wake up until noon the next day. He felt much more energetic after catching up on his sleep.
Looking at Yan Qing who was sleeping lightly beside the table, he lowered his eyes guiltily, then stood up and picked her up.
Just as he was about to put her on the bed, he saw that she had opened her eyes.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." He pursed his lips.
Yan Qing leaned on his shoulder: "I know Jin An understands me."
Han Sheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and bitterness spread in his heart: "Okay."
After solemnly apologizing to Zhang Wanqing, he returned home with Yan Qing.
I rewrote the divorce agreement in the study, but when I stood in front of her door, my feet felt like they were filled with lead and I couldn't move forward.
The first snow of this year came so suddenly.
Inside the room, Yan Qing was holding a hot water bottle in his arms, sitting cross-legged on the couch reading a medical book.
Liangchen and Sanniang were discussing what patterns to embroider on the cloak they were making for her.
Lian Qiao pointed to the pictures in the medical book and taught Mei Jing who came over to recognize some common medicinal herbs.
Soon the discussion turned into which herbs made the most delicious soup.
The four maids outside the door, who had been ordered by Han Sheng not to inform others, looked at each other with a bit more panic on their faces.
Ah Mei hesitated for a few steps, then remembered that her current master was Yan Qing, and went into the inner room.
"Madam, the Prime Minister has been standing outside for a long time."
Liangchen and Sanniang stopped their embroidery, while Meijing and Lianqiao ran to the window. When they opened the window, they shivered in the cold wind that rushed in.
Two little heads popped out and saw a tall man standing in the wind and snow, like a pine tree that would rather break than bend.
Yan Qing put down the book in his hand, stood up, held an umbrella and stood on the eaves looking at him.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, silently covering the earth with a thin blanket.
Han Sheng stood there in a daze, the melted snow wet his raven hair tied in a jade crown, and the black cloak was dotted with a few white pieces, like feathers.
Yan Qing walked over, raised his head slightly to look at him, and held the umbrella for him: "Why don't you go in?"
"I can't bear to leave my wife." He spoke in a low voice, his throat as hoarse as if invaded by wind and sand.
He untied his wet cloak and hugged the person in front of him tightly.
The oil-paper umbrella in Yan Qing's hand fell, and her red lips were held by him, and their warm breaths intertwined in the witness of this snowstorm.
The bright white snow fell on their black hair and eyelashes, and covered their shoulders.
The four maids, Mei, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, blushed and lowered their heads.
Meijing and Lianqiao blindfolded each other, Liangchen blushed and dared not raise his head, while Sanniang covered her mouth and peeped with great interest.
Han Sheng wished that this moment could stay forever, but he finally let go of the person in his arms, picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the ground and opened it.
With the other hand, he took out the rewritten divorce agreement from his bosom.
"Today we are soaked in the snow together, and we will grow old together." He chuckled in relief, "Han Sheng has no regrets."
Madam has lofty ambitions.
All he could do was not let himself become a hindrance to her.
"Can I call you husband again?" He gripped his sleeves tightly.
Yan Qing's eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon: "Husband."
"Let's turn around together," he said.
The two of them went in opposite directions. Yan Qing didn't look back and went straight back to the house.
Han Sheng couldn't help but turn around. The flying snow and wind couldn't block the tenderness that was about to overflow in his eyes.
He will always stand where his wife can see him when she looks back.
Yan Qing did not move out immediately, but waited until the day when the palace held a banquet to reward meritorious officials.
Lian Qiao timidly held her sleeve, her big eyes looking around curiously, her black pupils rolling around.
"Except that there are more people and it's bigger, there doesn't seem to be anything special." Sanniang was much bolder and whispered to her.
She had seen emperors in Pingnan before. They had the same nose and mouth as ordinary people. Apart from being a little more handsome, there didn't seem to be anything special about them.
Yan Qing covered her lips and smiled: "There is no difference."
After taking their seats, the three followed Han Sheng and sat at another table.
Han Sheng looked at her repeatedly, and she looked back calmly, and they nodded to each other tenderly. Others did not know that they had separated, and thought that the Left Prime Minister and his wife were still in love.
The delicacies were served, and Lian Qiao pointed at the plate and said, "This is my favorite."
Living in the prime minister's residence, this girl and Meijing are like foodies meeting each other, and they are as close as real sisters.
Sticky wherever you go.
When it came to the part of discussing merits, Han Sheng and Yan Qing knelt in the hall, with Sanniang and Lian Qiao following behind them.
Chen Yanshu half-closed his eyes, feeling happy: "My dear minister, your contribution in pacifying the disaster in the south is very great. How should I reward you?"
The other court officials were all praising Han Sheng for his promising future, but the Minister of Rites, who was a direct descendant of the Xie family, had a vicious look in his eyes.
Han Sheng folded his hands and bowed: "I dare not take credit for it. It was thanks to my wife's wisdom that we were able to capture Qinglong Village and keep hundreds of thousands of taels of disaster relief silver safe during the trip to Pingnan.
"If she hadn't invented a new medicine to treat the epidemic, the plague would have spread and even my life would have been in danger."
"It was also with the help of my wife that I was able to find a hidden spring in the mountains and divert a canal down to save the victims of the drought."
Yan Qing tilted her head to look at him. The search for the hidden spring clearly had nothing to do with her, but the man gave all the credit to her.
Han Sheng stood up straight, upright and honest, without a trace of bias in his words: "In terms of achievements, I am not even one ten-thousandth as good as my wife."
He just wanted to do one last thing for her.
I wish I could be the supporter and take you to the sky.
Chen Yanshu leaned forward, holding his chin with one hand. "Then I will confer upon Madam the title of Third Rank Emperor, grant her the title of Lady of Honour, and reward Madam and the two girls behind her with a thousand taels of gold each."
He stared at Yan Qing with his phoenix eyes, waiting for her to refute.
Yan Qing cupped her hands and said, "It is a blessing for me to be able to share your majesty's worries. I do not deserve such a generous reward. I only have one request."
"You say." Chen Yanshu smiled, as if he knew her very well.
Before Yan Qing entered the palace, he received the news that she had divorced.
She also asked Ah Mei to convey a message that if she did not want her father and brother to repeat the same mistake, she could exchange her merits in disaster relief for the opportunity to enter the palace.
Yan Qing looked at the smug look on his face and sneered in his heart.
If she were to be threatened by him, all her plans would be wasted, and all her good reputation would only be seen as a scheme to curry favor with the emperor.
Haha, this man thinks she is a soft persimmon that is easy to manipulate.
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