Happy Marriage

Disappointment on the old man's face was fleeting: "It doesn't matter, I just have some free time today, it's better to wait a moment."

An Sheng moved the tumbler to the old man: "Then sit down first, and I'll pour you a cup of tea."

The old man was real, he straightened his clothes and sat down.

An Sheng put Leng Nanxian's clothes on the stone table beside him, turned around and went to the kitchen, brought out a cup of chrysanthemum tea, and handed it to the old man: "It's Qiuzao, the old man is tired from traveling, so let's have a cup of chrysanthemum, the answer is Thirsty."

The old man raised his hand and took it: "There is a Lao girl."

"You're welcome, old man." An Sheng sat down beside him, picked up Leng Nanxian's clothes, and continued to immerse himself in needlework.

The old man glanced at her: "The clothes you sewed in your hands are Liuyun brocade, which is one inch of brocade and one inch of gold. It is very valuable. If it is broken, it will be broken. If you lose it, it will be broken. Why bother?"

An Sheng raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Looking at the old man's bearing, he is definitely not an ordinary countryman, and the jade pendant he wears is the best in jade. It can be seen that the family is rich and has a thousand treasures. Why don't you wear silk and satin and ride a luxury car? "

The old man twitched his beard and laughed: "If you have poetry and literature in your belly, why do you need those vulgar things to embellish it? What's more, there are thousands of mansions, but only three feet of couch, and there are thousands of acres of fertile land. Three meals a day, it's good to be comfortable and comfortable, why should you be obsessed with it? in external form?"

An Sheng was sitting facing the sun, smiled, and his eyes were shining brightly: "My master wears Liu Yunjin's clothes, not for dignitaries, but just for liking. There is nothing wrong with enjoying, but it is a sin to waste extravagance. It can still be worn, and it will not detract from my master's bearing."

"The little girl has such a powerful mouth!" The old man couldn't help but tease: "Your master is picky, but he has never seen him wear flawed clothes. He doesn't know how much money he has to spend a day in this medicine house. How can you care about a dress?"

An Sheng stopped the needle and thread in his hand, and said sternly: "Master used to help the world by giving medicine, which was a kind deed, in exchange for the well-being of others, the happiness of the family, a thousand dollars is hard to buy, and it is not a waste of money.

It's just that the money goes out like flowing water, but there is no income. It’s not enough to sit and eat like this all the time. Even if there is gold and silver, there will always be a day when it will be hollowed out. So it's better to be thrifty. The clothes are still brand new, only worn once, wouldn't it be a pity to lose them? "

The old man couldn't help but was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and was amused by "haha" to laugh: "I didn't expect the girl to be a good hand in diligent and thrifty housekeeping. The old man's sleeve also has an opening, can I trouble the girl to give it a hand? Sew up?"

An Sheng was just stubborn and spoke in a high-sounding manner. In fact, the old man's words made her a little uneasy. He was right. Since Leng Nanxian could wear Liu Yunjin, he probably wouldn't want a patched robe.

It's a pity that you are the initiator of this dress, so you can't let him disappear mysteriously, right?

She glanced at the masterpiece in her hands in despair. It was not too ugly, but rather flat. After all, after being influenced by An Ran, I still have some needlework skills, but I can't compare to those embroiderers who specialize in needlework, who can sew without traces.

An Sheng's eyes flashed, and his face was embarrassed: "Are you sure? With my three-legged cat's craftsmanship, aren't you afraid of losing face?"

The old man smiled and nodded, raised his hand directly at her, and a few stitches were really opened at the cuff.

An Sheng was thick-skinned and did not hesitate. He took another green thread of the same color, threaded the needle neatly, and moved closer to the old man: "Wearing the seam, you will be poor for ten thousand years, then you must not talk."

The old man still smiled warmly: "It doesn't matter, gold and silver are no more than dung, and wealth is no more than floating clouds."

An Sheng pursed his lips: "You have a mind that is detached from the world, and you are very indifferent to my master."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "It's him who looks like me."

An Sheng lifted the needle: "Don't move, be careful to stab you."

The old man sat still obediently: "Whose girl are you in this Beijing? Seeing that you know your parents, you shouldn't be a wild man."

An Sheng focused on sewing for him, and said casually, "My father's surname is Xia. He is just a little sesame official from the Ministry of Household."

"The last name is Xia?" The old man thought for a while: "Who is Xia Yuncang from you?"

An Sheng didn't expect the old man to reveal his uncle's name in one sentence. He seemed to be quite familiar with the court, so he couldn't help but looked up at him: "It's my uncle."

"That's it, your father seems to have been in the Ministry of Household for a long time."

An Sheng nodded: "That chair should have been worn a few times."

The old man twitched his beard and smiled: "Your father is still conscientious in his work. What is remarkable is that he doesn't have such a clever mouth as you."

An Sheng glanced at him resentfully: "I'm thick-skinned, so I think I'm complimenting me as an old man."

The two were chatting speculatively. Sister Feng came out of the backyard after washing her clothes and hung her back to dry: "An Sheng, who are you talking to? The son is back?"

An Sheng didn't lift his head: "No, it's an old man who came to seek medical treatment."

"Oh." Sister-in-law Feng agreed, turned her head and saw that the clothes in her hand fell to the ground with a "clack": "Old, old."

The old man calmly shook his head at Sister Feng, who pursed her lips and smiled knowingly, picked up the dirty clothes on the ground, and went back.

An Sheng lowered his head and bit off the end of the thread, looking left and right: "It should be barely able to pass the test."

The old man glanced at Leng Nanxian's robe, and laughed and teased: "Compared to that hole, it is indeed much better."

An Sheng turned his face, and smiled embarrassedly: "Fortunately, I only practice medicine with a needle in my hand, and Embroidery is just doing her best. I embroider a fleshy caterpillar in this position, so I can cover it up. One or two."

The old man stood up with a smile, brushed off the pleats on his body from sitting for a long time, and stretched his cuffs: "Today is a worthwhile trip, anyway, I saved two pennies for needlework. We will have an appointment later."

An Sheng immediately followed and stood up: "Aren't you waiting for my master to come back?"

The old man shook his head, with a bit of bitterness in his smile: "No wait, just know that he is safe."

"Are you familiar with my master?" An Sheng asked suspiciously, "What's your name?"

The old man smiled gently: "As soon as you said it, he knew that I was here."

An Sheng responded and sent the old man to the carriage outside the house. He just came back and continued to complete the grand plan in his hand.

When Leng Nanxian came back, it was almost noon, An Sheng and Sister Feng were preparing lunch in the kitchen.

Qianzhou smelled the aroma and leaned in, took a long breath, and closed his eyes: "Today's lunch, there are fried bacon with tempeh, lion head with crab yellow, steamed cabbage with minced garlic vermicelli, and more."

Sister Feng gave him a funny look: "It's almost like a dog's nose, why doesn't the Hou's house leave room for food?"

Qianzhou shook his head: "The old lady is too enthusiastic and wants to keep the meal, which scared the son back."

An Sheng leaned over and stabbed him with his elbow: "How is Master feeling today? I'm not angry because I'm late, right?"

Qianzhou glanced left and right, picked up a piece of fat and thin bacon from the plate and threw it into his mouth: "Let's just tell you that, on the way back, the young master didn't seem to have a good look on his face."

An Sheng took a deep breath: "Will you take your anger on me in a while?"

Qianzhou shook his head: "I don't know if I will take my anger on you, I only know that if the weather is fine tomorrow, maybe the son will let me continue to hang books."

"Ah?" An Sheng frowned a little: "Where is the master?"

"I went back to my room to change my clothes. He said that Miss Susu's room in the Hou Mansion smelled too bad, too dirty, and stained all over."

As soon as he mentioned the clothes, An Sheng felt a little guilty, and shrank his head and said nothing.

Sister Feng quietly waved at Qianzhou, avoided An Sheng, and whispered a word.

Qianzhou turned to look at An Sheng: "Really?"

Sister Feng nodded.

Qianzhou looked a little weird, and tiptoed out of the kitchen.

An Sheng solemnly told Mrs. Feng: "Sister Feng, don't tell Master when you eat dinner, I broke his clothes, otherwise I will die even more ugly."

After thinking about it for a moment, I was worried, and wiped my hands: "I think it's better for me to bring the clothes and destroy the corpse, because I don't hide it properly."

Before Sister Feng could speak, An Sheng had already left the kitchen and headed straight for the backyard.

She had originally imagined it really well. Because I was naughty when I was a child, I tore the clothes. After my sister sewed it, she would embroider a little pattern on it very carefully, and it looked almost seamless.

Therefore, she also wanted to embroider a lifelike bug on Leng Nanxian's clothes, but unfortunately, the effect was not ideal because the sky did not follow the wishes of the people. The worm is indeed a worm, and it looks very cute, but the entire hem is wrinkled and not flat at all, which makes the worm particularly conspicuous. How can it be worthy of Master's bearing?

Master was not in a good mood at first, if he saw that he had ruined his clothes, then today, he would definitely have good fruit to eat.

Before stepping into the backyard, Leng Nanxian snorted: "Xia Ansheng!"

An Sheng obediently stopped, his face full of smiles, and turned his face towards Leng Nanxian.

"Hey, Master, I"

Before he finished speaking, An Sheng was stunned, because Leng Nanxian's hand just happened to hold her "failure" today.

Leng Nanxian raised his clothes at her: "What's going on?"

An Sheng laughed dryly: "That's right, I just wanted to surprise Master, who would have thought it would be self-defeating."

"Is this a surprise?"

Leng Nanxian moved the caterpillar on the placket towards An Sheng.

Sister Feng just came out with the food, turned her face to look at the bug, and couldn't help but smile, giving An Sheng a self-seeking look.

That caterpillar is really pretty. An Sheng gave it a pair of round, big and watery eyes, and embroidered two exaggerated tentacles on its head. The whole look, to be honest, looks like it's chasing Leng Nanxian now. Xia Ansheng, who wagged his tail to please.

An Sheng scratched his head: "Okay, I accidentally tugged on Master's clothes. I wanted to make up for it, but I just couldn't do it. Besides, others said that my craftsmanship was pretty good."

"Others?" Leng Nanxian sighed: "You shouldn't be showing your craft to others, right?"

An Sheng nodded: "Not only did I read it, I also helped him mend his sleeves."