Zheng Wanqing leaned lazily on a rattan chair, covered with a thin blanket, holding the lonely book that Xie Yun had brought back a few days ago, and immersed herself in the words between the yellowed pages.
Xie Yun pushed the door open, his military jacket casually draped over his arm, two buttons unbuttoned, revealing his well-defined collarbone. There was a rare sense of relief between his brows, and even the murderous aura that always lingered in his eyes faded a little.
"Wanqing." He called her softly.
Zheng Wanqing closed the book and saw the smile in his eyes. She couldn't help but smile: "Is there something good?"
"It has been two months since the battle of Yangcun." Xie Yun hung his coat on the brass coat rack and walked over to sit on the chair beside her. "I thought of holding a banquet in the mansion to celebrate the victory and to comfort the soldiers for their hard work."
The situation has been temporarily stabilized recently, and the smoke of war seems to have come to an end for the time being. It is a good time to hold a celebration banquet.
Zheng Wanqing turned around, and the rattan chair creaked slightly. She looked up at him and asked, "Do you want me to help you arrange it?"
Xie Yun raised the corners of his lips slightly, and rubbed her cheek with his calloused fingertips: "Of course, you are the mistress of the Xie family."
Zheng Wanqing smiled and nodded gently: "Okay."
Three days later, the front yard of Xie's house was completely renovated. Zheng Wanqing personally supervised every detail, even the position of the flower arrangement was carefully considered by her.
"Ma'am, are you satisfied with the menu?" Uncle Zhou handed over the list respectfully.
Zheng Wanqing took it with both hands, and examined it line by line with a focused look, carefully considering each dish in her mind. After thinking for a moment, she picked up a pen and added two hometown dishes to the list, saying gently: "The brothers who came from the north have been away from home for a long time, and they must miss the taste of their hometown very much. Adding these two dishes can also ease their homesickness a little."
The maids shuttled back and forth, placing fresh melons and vegetables that exuded a fragrant aroma on the table according to her instructions. Each table also had a small jar of Shaodaozi, which was a strong liquor that soldiers must drink to celebrate their success.
Xie Yun occasionally passed by and saw her wearing a moon-colored shirt, moving lightly between the awnings, giving commands with a calm look, and the corners of her lips unconsciously lifted up slightly.
On the evening of the banquet, the Xie Mansion was brightly lit, with the lights from the colorful lanterns shining brightly, illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were daytime. Soldiers lined up in their starched and crisp military uniforms, their leather boots making neat sounds on the bluestone slabs.
Zheng Wanqing stood on one side of the courtyard, wearing a crimson cheongsam embroidered with a golden phoenix. The cheongsam was embroidered with a golden phoenix pattern, and the phoenix spread its wings, ready to fly, lifelike.
Her hair was long and carefully tied into a low bun, with a jade hairpin inserted diagonally in it, and on her earlobes hung the jade earrings that Xie Yun had bought last time. Her makeup was delicate and elegant, her lips were red without any makeup, and her eyes were bright and energetic.
The soldiers' eyes were attracted to her one after another, and they couldn't help but admire her beauty and figure in low voices.
"Hiss... Is that the young marshal's wife? Such a graceful figure, truly amazing."
"I've heard that the lady is beautiful. After seeing her today, I think she is really as beautiful as her reputation says..." The soldiers were talking one after another, and their eyes could not help but follow the beautiful figure.
Xie Yun's eyes darkened slightly. He stepped forward, put his arm possessively around Zheng Wanqing's waist, and glanced around with a dignified look in his eyes. Everyone immediately fell silent and saluted in unison: "Young Marshal! Young Madam!"
Zheng Wanqing smiled slightly and nodded in greeting.
After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere became more and more heated. Xie Yun stepped onto the stage with a heroic demeanor, his figure as straight as a pine tree. His eyes were firm and heroic, scanning the soldiers below the stage, and then he raised his glass high, his voice loud and clear, like a bell resounding through the courtyard: "Brothers!"
The whole audience stood still in silence.
"The battle of Yangcun was won thanks to all of you who fought bravely. This drink today is my thanks!" After saying this, he tilted his head back, drank the liquor in one gulp, then turned around and showed the empty cup, showing his generosity.
The soldiers raised their glasses and shouted in unison: "Cheers to victory!" The cheers were deafening and magnificent.
"There is one more thing." Xie Yun put down his wine glass and looked at Zheng Wanqing's graceful figure at the table with deep affection. "Madam suggested that we give everyone a holiday."
Zheng Wanqing was startled, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She met Xie Yun's gaze, and this was clearly what he had thought when he discussed it with her before going to bed yesterday, but now he pushed it to her.
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into thunderous cheers.
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