The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 117: How many babies will be born (2)
Su Xiazhi blushed first, then stretched out her claws and pinched a piece of flesh on his cheek, laughing: "Tear your mouth!"

Min Lansheng held the lady's little hand with both hands, her mouth couldn't close, so she could only say with great effort: "Be gentle, be gentle, don't make any marks, I have to go to pay respects to the teacher's birthday tomorrow."

"I'll see if you pay back in the future!" Su Xiazhi immediately let go of her hand, fearing that two blush spots would be artificially created on his fair and tender face.

Min Lansheng rubbed her face and shook her head, obviously she was the one who first said that she wanted to be her own mother, but now she said that she owed her.

"Don't look at me with such resentful little eyes." Su Xiazhi walked to the other side of the table, filled some water with a small copper spoon, poured it on the inkstone, and took ink to study: "Go to the blank space on the paper-cut Write a few words, and you will be happy."

Min Lansheng sat down and wrote a pen, thought for a while and then wrote it off: Fushou Kangning!The four characters are graceful and elegant, with a hint of thickness.

Su Xiazhi tilted her head and stared in a daze for a while. Elegant and heavy are two styles that run counter to each other. She couldn't figure out how Xiucai could unify such contradictory things on his clothes.

"My calligraphy is based on the post of the old master. Later, after a little success, I learned the plain body. Coupled with my own habits, it became what I am now." Min Lansheng put the pen on the inkstone, and patiently prepared for it. The lady explained.

"It's weird!" Su Xiazhi looked at him with a questioning expression on his face.

"Why can I guess what you want to say in your heart?" the old scholar scholar said in an empathetic manner.

Su Xiazhi nodded obediently.

Xiucai suddenly stood up and leaned over to whisper a few words in her ear. Su Xiazhi only listened halfway and pushed him away: "Nonsense! You've seen everything inside and out..."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt that she couldn't continue, so she had no choice but to keep a straight face and ignore that cheeky man.

He went to the west room and took a bamboo basket, carefully placed nine handfuls of dried noodles in it, closed the lid, and Su Xiazhi carried it back to the main room.

The paper-cut hanging on the desk was completely dry, so she picked it up and blew on it, then spread it on the lid of the bamboo basket, crossed the bottom of the red silk pocket and tied a bow on the top of the bamboo basket, leaving a streamer on one side for a casual look. Ride on both sides.

"What do you think?" The style of the bamboo basket is very delicate, it is not like the big-bellied basket that is common in the north, although it is not possible to see the contents clearly at a glance when the lid is closed, but through the large and small holes woven on the bamboo basket, it is still The dried noodles inside can be seen clearly, which is the taste of still holding the pipa half covered.

The red paper-cuts and the bright red ribbons all added to the basket of things a sense of wealth and joy, making people feel that a lot of thought was put into this birthday gift.

"It looks good!" The scholar was writing, he only looked up at the lady and then lowered his head.

"What, did you read it?" Su Xiazhi said dissatisfiedly, walked over and looked down to see that he wrote her name on a piece of paper, Su Xiazhi, Su Xiazhi, Su Xiazhi, Su Xiazhi...

The small piece of paper was almost filled by him, with one Su Xiazhi and one style of writing, and the Su Xiazhi who filled the paper didn't know how many kinds of styles he used.

"Why are they all my names..." Su Xiazhi bent down and looked at each of them seriously.

"I like."

"Like my name?" Su Xiazhi narrowed her eyes with a smile: "This name is nothing special."

He was born on the day of Xia Zhi, so he was called Xia Zhi. The name is really nothing special.

Thinking of this, Su Xiazhi lost his mind.

This year's summer solstice has just passed, and she doesn't remember her own birthday. She only realized after watching Xiucai write so many of her own names: In this life, I am 19 years old...

Putting down the pen, Min Lansheng turned to her direction, pulled the dazed lady over and let her sit on his lap.

At the beginning, every time Su Xiazhi sat on his lap, she didn't dare to sit firmly, she was always afraid that her body would break his two thin legs, but now she got used to it after sitting on it too many times. Every time, she would involuntarily put her upper body in his arms, such an intimate posture that only the two of them could have when they were alone, made her feel warm.

Even if she travels alone to a strange dynasty, there is finally someone she can rely on wholeheartedly...

"Because you are Su Xiazhi, I like these three words." Min Lansheng's love words are always so special.Only by savoring carefully can you hear that he is talking about love.

Just now she asked him why he could easily guess her mind.

Min Lansheng just pulled the lady and said that he had explored in her body, so he naturally knew what she was thinking.It was a joke between husband and wife...

And there is a sentence that Min Lansheng didn't say out of his mouth, the longer he lives, the more he fits her, the fit is perfect, and the fit is so good that you can know each other's mind from a look in each other's eyes.

He likes this kind of fit, it is a kind of tacit understanding made in heaven, maybe without her, he will never find such a perfect tacit understanding in his whole life.The tacit understanding is so consistent that even the way of attacking An Yi is so consistent!
That touch made him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Let go, I'm going to be strangled to death..." In a daze, the lady had already started to struggle.

Min Lansheng did not let go of his arms, but hugged her and put her directly on the bed in the back room. He looked at the little woman whose eyes were dodging him again tenderly, and stretched his white fingers towards her skirt: "Fool, let's have a baby... If you have more daughters, one son is enough..."

"..." One sentence scared Su Xiazhi to the point of losing her soul. She held on to the straps of her skirt with both hands and did not let go: "If you have more daughters, you can only have one son? Isn't one enough? Why do you have to have so many? "

After trying several times, Min Lansheng didn't untie the belt on the front of her skirt because the lady refused to let go. She simply retreated to his waist and gracefully untied her skirt belt: "It's only lively when there are many people. Look at the new one we bought. The table, just the two of us sitting and eating is so deserted..."

When Su Xiazhi married into Min's family, the table in the main room was already falling apart, and if she put something slowly, it would be afraid that it would split into wood.

So Su Xiazhi bought a new desk even though the money was so tight that it was almost out of reach.

When she bought it, she picked the biggest one and moved it home, it was a bit of a hindrance to put it in the main room.

(End of this chapter)