Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 239 Hosta
Walking slowly to the door, Jiang Xian looked up and found a neat row of brand new red lanterns hung under the eaves.

The snowflakes all over the sky, reflecting the bright red lanterns, decorate the house with joy.

Qin Yanfeng crossed the threshold with a stack of red paper, and saw Jiang Xian running towards him through the wind and snow.

"It's cold outside, why did you come out!"

Qin Yanfeng picked up Jiang Xian and wanted to put her back on the bed.Jiang Xian frowned, and thumped his shoulder in dissatisfaction, "Put me down, I want to go out for a breath of air, I'm almost moldy."

When Qin Yanfeng heard that her voice was not as weak as before, he was overjoyed, "Is Doctor Du's medicine effective?"

"……Um."

Jiang Xian wasn't sure, she was still feeling uncomfortable, but she couldn't resist the urge to go out and have a look.

Qin Yanfeng couldn't be happier.

He originally had a handsome and desolate appearance, but at this moment his brows were beaming with joy, appearing vivid and vivid.

Jiang Xian was a little shy when he saw it.

She looked outside the door and asked, "Why did you get a new lantern?"

Only then did Qin Yanfeng remember, and quickly explained to her, "Today is New Year's Eve." He held her hand, "Come on, let's go to the study to write couplets together."

Jiang Xian couldn't refuse.

When the two entered the study room, Qin Yanfeng immediately pressed the red paper with a jade paperweight, mixed the water and ground it, "Ma'am, what couplet do you think should be written?"

Jiang Xian smiled and shook her head slightly, "I don't know."

How could she understand these things.

In the past, when my parents were alive, I just bought a few pairs of printed couplets. After my parents passed away, I worked day and night, and a bowl of instant noodles on New Year’s Eve, and the Chinese New Year was not serious.

Qin Yanfeng thought for a while, and took out a Banzhulanghao brush, "The bright moon in the sky is thousands of miles away, and the spring scenery in the world is the same in all nine states."

"Neat."

Qin Yanfeng was about to pick up his pen, glanced at Jiang Xian, and beckoned, "Madam, write with me."

Jiang Xian waved her hand, "I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time, and I wrote a bunch of dog crawls. It's a pity that I lost the precious golden paper."

Qin Yanfeng pulled her wrist directly, stuffed the pen into her right hand, pulled her slightly forcefully, and pulled her into his arms, "No matter how precious the sprinkled gold paper is, it can't compare to Madam's calligraphy."

I don't know why he has so many nasty words.

Jiang Xian couldn't help but let him go.

The husband and wife wrote three couplets intimately, and some of the handwriting was blurred because of Jiang Xian's shaking hands.Qin Yanfeng was very satisfied, and after admiring it several times, he asked the maid to post all of them in Songzhuyuan.

"What else do you want for New Year's dinner? It's not dark yet, I'll let the cook prepare it."

Qin Yanfeng was afraid that Jiang Xian's legs would go numb, so he brought her rocking chair, spread a blanket on it, and let her sit.

Jiang Xian's mouth was filled with the smell of medicine, because she was seriously ill and had no appetite, "No."

"think carefully."

Qin Yanfeng put the copper flower heater in her arms, and asked, "I heard from Cui Nong that you like Jiuzhen Yushi's sweet-scented osmanthus cake with coconut milk?"

The osmanthus coconut milk cake is cold and appetizing. Thinking about the taste, it is really a bit greedy.

Jiang Xian frowned slightly, "It's too far..."

The sky is gloomy and snowy, and Jiuzhen Jade Food is located halfway up the mountain in the suburbs, which is too troublesome.

Qin Yanfeng saw the hesitation in her eyes, and immediately said, "I'll go."

"Don't!" Jiang Xian grabbed his sleeve, "Don't bother."

"It's okay." Qin Yanfeng insisted on going his own way, but Jiang Xian couldn't persuade him at all.He said that even if he got stabbed today, he still had to buy things back for his wife.

Putting these words aside, Qin Yanfeng went back to the house and changed into a gray suit that was convenient for riding, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Xian looked at him throwing the brocade clothes on the chair in a ball, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Cui Nong went into the house to add new charcoal, and said with a smile: "Young Master, this servant has figured out his temper. As long as he decides something, ten cows will not be able to pull it back."

Jiang Xian laughed, how touched she was.

She raised her finger to Qin Yanfeng's messy clothes, and said to Cui Nong, "Fold him neatly."

"Yes."

Cui Nong picked up the emerald blue moiré coat, shook the folds, but heard a crisp sound of "ding", something fell out.

Cui Nong bent down to pick it up, frowned and tilted his head, held it up in his hand and looked at it carefully, "Huh? Young Madam, didn't you say that the hairpin was lost? How could it be here with Eldest Young Master?"

Jiang Xian looked up and was stunned for a moment.

Fuquhua's green jade hairpin...it was the one she had given to Song Qi back then.

(End of this chapter)