Ever since the outing party, Zheng Peizhi has been clinging to Yu'er and going back home with her. The man has returned to his old ways and is so shameless.
When a man finishes his official duties, he doesn't return to his residence, but goes straight to someone else's house, which is more convenient than going back to his own home.
The Heavenly Palace bestowed fifteen pieces of red satin with flower and butterfly patterns as tribute from the south.
The Queen Mother received ten horses from the entire palace, four for her daughter, four for her brother, and two for herself.
Zheng Peizhi got something good, which was no different from a big dog bringing home meat after hunting outside.
The man did not keep any of the four pieces of red satin with flower and butterfly patterns, but brought them all to Yu'er.
The colorful butterflies woven into the paintings are very beautiful with bright colors and complex composition.
Yu'er touched the unfolded satin, and her tender fingertips slowly stroked the delicate flowers, plants and butterflies on the fabric.
The man's incessant chatter echoed in my ears.
"When I first got this satin, I thought it would be perfect for you and Qingxue. It would be made into clothes and skirts with bright colors that would complement your skin tone perfectly."
It's hard for men to spend so much time on women's dressing.
Looking at the precious cloth, Yu'er looked away and looked at Zheng Peizhi who was talking beside her with anticipation in his eyes.
The man's eyes were sparkling and there was a smile on his lips. He looked not like a grown man in his thirties, but rather like a young boy who was trying his best to please his sweetheart.
His mind and eyes were filled with the beautiful lady, and he thought about how beautiful she would look in the clothes made of the cloth he had sent.
Zheng Peizhi was full of expectations, but he didn't expect that Yu'er would not accept his gift at all.
He came in excitedly to please others, but a quarter of an hour later, Zheng Peizhi walked out of the hall dejectedly, like a lost big dog.
On the way, I met Qingxue who was taking a walk to digest her food.
"Uncle, what happened? He was treated coldly by mother."
Qingxue glanced at the lost Zheng Peizhi. He was depressed and ignored everyone.
Qingxue didn't care and looked behind him again. The servants were holding colorful cloth in their hands.
Her eyes lit up, and she lifted the hem of her skirt and ran to the fabric.
I couldn't let go and touched the colorful and intricate material. After a while of indulgence, I heard the man's deep voice behind me.
"Is this material good?"
Qingxue smiled and said, "Okay!"
"Do you like it?"
Isn't that nonsense? Which woman can resist a beautiful little skirt?
Qingxue: “I like it!”
"Then why doesn't your mother like it?"
Qingxue: "Whoever said my mother doesn't like it is spreading rumors!"
Zheng Peizhi felt even more aggrieved: "Then why didn't she accept it?"
He refused to accept gold, silver and jewelry, and Hua had no choice but to force him to take them. He also refused to accept the materials that he brought when he visited him.
Are they not accepting money from anyone, or are they treating people differently and only refusing to accept money from themselves?
A man who is repeatedly frustrated by his beloved will have his self-confidence severely hit and will be filled with sorrow.
Qingxue: "Hmm?"
Like a hot potato, the fabric that I had been holding onto just now suddenly let go and fell onto the tray.
Qingxue, who had not forgotten to wipe her hands, turned around and noticed the gloomy and puzzled look of someone opposite her.
Qingxue: “~”
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Zheng Peizhi: "I'm not sure about your mother's feelings. She refuses gold, silver, and jewelry when I give her. She ignores flowers when I give her flowers, and she doesn't like fabrics and silk either."
"Do you not like the gift I gave you, or do you not like me?"
With their backs to the light, two people were sitting or squatting in a row in the corner of the rockery. Qingxue rested her elbows on her thighs, listening to the mumbling beside her.
"I've never chased a woman before. This is the first time in my life."
"To be cautious, I specifically went to consult my married colleagues, and they seemed to speak with ease."
"It's just that if you want to let people know your feelings and that you are generous, giving gold, silver, jewelry, fabrics, and jewelry is the right thing to do."
"I did as I was told and gave it to you. Your mother doesn't like it, so what can I do? So what does your mother like?"
Suddenly, the man looked at her with a serious expression, and Qingxue was caught off guard when she faced him.
Blinking, Qingxue wondered what her mother liked. She really liked gold, silver, jewelry, and cloth jewelry.
Which woman doesn't like it?
Qingxue, who also had a puzzled look on her face, opened her mouth, but for a moment, no words came out.
After a long while, with the man keeping a close eye on her.
Qingxue asked cautiously: "How about I ask for you?"
My dear daughter, isn’t this his biological daughter, Zheng Peizhi, who has been lost for many years?
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Blinking, Qingxue looked at a certain man who patted his butt and turned away.
The little girl, who remembered her mission, insisted on sleeping with her mother at night.
It was a very big bed, and lying on it were the mother and daughter who had just finished bathing.
The sky outside was dim, the moon and stars were sparse, and the breeze was blocked outside the door by the window.
Qingxue in the room kept her eyes on her mother.
Just as she was thinking about how to start, her mother, who had already sensed that her daughter was hesitant to speak, broke the silence first.
"What's the matter? Is there something you want to say?"
Qingxue is shy.
"I heard, I heard Uncle Zheng came over excitedly to give me something today, but Mother confiscated it. Hmm, why?"
Qingxue rolled her eyes around, not daring to look her mother in the face. When she inquired about things, she was timid and embarrassed.
Yuer smiled, her eyes rippling like waves.
I didn’t expect my daughter to ask this after stammering for a long time?
She didn't answer, but asked back with interest.
"Did your Uncle Zheng send you here to get information?"
Qingxue: "Mother is wise. Nothing escapes your eyes. So why?"
Looking at her daughter who was a flatterer, Yu'er pursed her lips and gave Qingxue a look who was looking at her earnestly.
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