"Ink dye"
Rong Hexiu stopped her embroidery hand and looked up at the handsome man holding his chin while watching her embroidery.
"What are your orders, madam?"
Nowadays, Li Jinqianfan feels that leisure is a bit rare. She smiled knowingly, "Do you think the embroidery at your daughter's house is very interesting? Do you want Madam to teach you?"
So, under the sun, the God of War of the Zodiac Kingdom, who was rumored to be fighting on the battlefield, held a small silver needle and moved the needle on the silk surface to embroider a plum blossom with his wife.
*
"What are you thinking about?"
Rong Hexiu sat at the table with his chin in his hands and looked at the window. Beitang Moran, who was writing a letter beside him, stopped writing and leaned next to her with his chin in his hands.
"Remembering the harsh words you said before, I compiled a notebook and asked our soldiers to observe and learn how to coax my wife."
"There is one sentence I like best."
Beitang Moran touched his chin and said, "I'll sit with you at dusk when I have free time. I'll laugh and ask if the porridge is warm in front of the stove."
Rong He frowned, "That's not the case."
Beitang Moran became anxious and said bitter words to her for a long time with red ears. Rong Hexiu felt shy and patted his shoulder with a fan. Beitang Moran smiled like the spring breeze in March. Rong Hexiu was really fascinated by him.
"My husband said too many sad poems, but there is only one sentence that my wife likes the most."
"If Aruo is by your side for a day, there will be hope for that day."
"See you again every year, husband."
At dusk, Rong Hexiu lazily shook his fan and held hands with the people around him, laughing.
After that, there were many years of mutual support.
Intention: All the promises in the world are thousands of love threads.