Wang Jiqing, who was thinking about Yang Xuri and thinking about it all night, was indifferently fighting with the embroidery needle in his hand at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since Li Yuanche's army took Jiaozhou, in just three days, it took not a single soldier to collect the four prefectures of Liaodong and accept Yuwenzhong's 80,000 horses. Li Yuanche treated the officials of the former King Lu with kindness, but he alone killed Mao Wei, the guard of the Northern Pass who colluded with the barbarians, to avenge his father. This grace and power were cast, and the entire Liaodong was also stabilized.

After the end of the war, after dealing with the post-war affairs, waiting for Chinese New Year's Eve to come, the time when people from Quanzhou came, this pair of children finally let go of the trivial things around them and lived a plain life like an ordinary little couple.

Li Yuanche, who was also in the study, put down the pen in his hand, turned his head and looked at Wang Ji, who was embroidering not far away, and couldn't help laughing. His gentleness, obviously there is no way to take the embroidery needle in his hand, but he still looks indifferent, such a scene appears on his gentleness, it is really contradictory and natural.

"Ah Che, what are you laughing at?" Wang Ji lightly put down the purse that had been embroidered with most of the money in her hand, only glanced up at Li Yuanche, and then looked down at her hands again. These hands pick up the scalpel, obviously so flexible, why can't they pick up the embroidery needle freely.

"Gently, I'm smiling because I'm happy." was able to accompany her quietly like this, Li Yuanche was already very happy. What's more, his sweetheart is still by his side at this time, embroidering a purse for him! Although this purse was he had been grinding her for the past few days, so that she finally agreed.

Hey, Wang Ji sighed secretly in her heart, and looked at Li Yuanche, who had approached her without paying attention, and was also speechless for a while. I told him a long time ago that he was not a good woman, but he didn't listen, so he had to embroider this himself. She originally thought that before Chinese New Year's Eve, she would have nothing to do, so she agreed, but she just accompanied him to pass the time.

Wang Jiqing, who was originally born in the Wang family in Jiangzhou, although she also learned needlework for a few days, but it was just a show, as the daughter of the family, she naturally had countless skillful embroidery girls to choose from this needlework, where to use her a daughter to do these. And Wang Jiqing, who had never taken an embroidery needle in his previous life, had no way to take this embroidery work.

You can't blame yourself for this, this hand with a scalpel can't hold an embroidery needle, and you can't do anything about it. Wang Jiqing, who comforted herself in her heart, nodded calmly, and calmly watched the purse on the table being picked up by the man next to her, without any crampedness.

Li Yuanche picked up the purse that his sweetheart had been embroidering for several days, and he was also very puzzled. He opened his mouth several times, but after all, he didn't say anything. Don't worry, I want to see it again, if you guess wrong, wouldn't it hurt your heart? Li Yuanche, who was in a worried mood, carefully looked at the purse for a long time before he opened his mouth a little cautiously.

"Gently, in fact, the two mandarin ducks you embroidered are really good." It's a mandarin duck, right? Li Yuanche was completely unsure of what the two black lumps were that whirring around. He just thought that the purse that ordinary women embroider to their husbands should be embroidered with mandarin ducks, right? A few days ago, those soldiers in the army who had been married told him that the purse that the woman embroidered to her lover was either embroidered with a mandarin duck or a lotus flower.

But the two lumps on this purse are obviously not connected, so it must not be Dilian. Li Yuanche looked out the window, looked carefully again, and nodded secretly.

That's right, it must be a mandarin duck, Li Yuanche was overjoyed in his heart, thinking that he must not have guessed wrong, and he looked complacent. The light embroidery is so "special", I can still recognize it at a glance, I guess I will be moved by the light. Thinking of this, Li Yuanche smiled a little confidently.

Mandarin duck? Hearing this, Wang Ji raised her head, and glanced at Li Yuanche, who was smiling inexplicably confidently, rather puzzled, where did this man see that he was embroidering mandarin ducks?

"Ah Che, this is not a mandarin duck." Wang Ji got up lightly and said very calmly. She took a step forward, leaned on Li Yuanche's side, and also turned her head to look at the purse she had embroidered in his hand, which point did it look like a mandarin duck?

"Isn't it a mandarin duck?" The smile on Li Yuanche's face paused, and looking at the girl's puzzled gaze, the look of embarrassment flashed. Did you guess wrong? Wouldn't that break a gentle heart? No, you have to guess it yourself.

"Actually, the ducks are pretty good." It's not that mandarin ducks are always ducks, right? Li Yuanche thought of those soldiers who had a family, and when he mentioned the embroidery of his wife at home, he could only understand the indescribable look, and nodded clearly. "Gently, in fact, ducks and mandarin ducks are the same."

"It's not a duck either." Wang Xiqing really didn't want this man to speculate anymore. Let him guess again, I'm afraid he won't have the confidence to complete this purse. Wang Jiqing, who didn't want to let her first embroidery die like this, suddenly reached out and took back her purse and held it up in front of Li Yuanche's eyes.

"Ah Che, these are just two stones."

This man, I'm thinking too much. With such a complex pattern as a mandarin duck and a duck, she couldn't even hold an embroidery needle, how could she choose such a complex pattern to torture herself. She just wanted to embroider two heart-shaped stones!

Wang Jiqing, who has never held an embroidery needle, could have thought that she couldn't embroider even the simplest stone. It seems that she can't express this heart-to-heart intention.

Stones? Li Yuanche turned his head and glanced at the girl leaning beside him, it turned out that these two pieces were stones. He nodded as if he was enlightened, the stone is good! His lightness is really different, and even the patterns embroidered on the purse to express his heart are different from other women in the world.

"A king should be like a rock, and a concubine should be like Pu Wei. Pu Wei is tough as silk, and the rock has no transfer. Li Yuanche's unique low male voice slowly recited this ancient poem, and his bright eyes stared at the girl in front of him affectionately, overflowing with tenderness, as if it was so thick that it could melt into water.

Seeing this, Wang Ji's face rose red. She closed her eyes, bowed her head slightly, and rested her head on the man's shoulder. Well, that's a beautiful misunderstanding. Wang Ji thought lightly, this rock does not shift, although it is not the affection he wants to express, but it is also a kind of heart, isn't it?

Li Yuanche stretched out his hands and hugged his sweetheart tightly, and his heart was sweet. Being able to get a sincere response from his sweetheart, for Li Yuanche, who has been in love with Wang Ji for many days, is more happy than winning the four states of Liaodong and adding tens of thousands of troops.

Pu Wei is tough as silk, and the rock has no transfer. He gently embroidered a deep affection on the purse, and he Li Yuanche picked up the purse embroidered by this woman with tenderness today, and he will never live up to this woman's sincerity in this life.

Li Yuanche hugged his sweetheart, laughed happily, and kept turning around in the room.

He is willing to be with her in this life and this life, forever with one heart, life and death. (To be continued.) )