"I don't know, I don't remember what I promised."
Song Wan smiled lightly and pushed Shen Qianyu away.
"The food is on the table and it's still warm. You should wash your hands and eat it as soon as possible. If it's cold, you'll get stomachaches at night."
Shen Qianyu snorted softly, let go of Song Wan and washed his hands.
Today, the small kitchen made pork belly, shrimp with rice wine grains, and grilled bamboo shoots cold cake. The two of them did not have strict requirements for food, and they usually had their meals in Changle Palace.
The two sat down, and Shen Qianyu raised his hand from the blue and white plate with peach and crane patterns, picked up a shrimp with distiller's grains and peeled it for Song Wan.
"Are the sisters in your family talking about kissing each other? I saw you were in a good mood earlier."
After Shen Qianyu finished speaking, he was about to put the peeled shrimp in Song Wan's bowl. Unexpectedly, before he could move, Song Wan put another peeled shrimp into his bowl.
"Today, Song Xiang, the second wife, met with the merchant's thirteenth son and thought that the marriage was about to be decided."
Putting the shrimp in Shen Qianyu's hand into the bowl, Song Wan smiled lightly.
He and his wife often behave like this. Before, they were surprised that they had the same feelings for each other, and even secretly felt sweetness. As time went by, they realized that this should be the state that ordinary couples would have.
Shen Qianyu knew that Song Wan didn't like to eat those laborious dishes, so he brought the plate with the cold cake in front of him and used a silver spoon to dig it into bite-sized pieces.
While moving, Shen Qianyu said: "Did you know that Yan'er came to me today and complained for a long time?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"The Imperial Concubine of the Japanese Shang Dynasty left homework for him, and he hid in Zhao Nanzhang's palace. Little did he know that not only did he fail to hide the homework, but he was also dragged into learning archery for a day."
"It seems that I learned it from Zamabu."
Song Wan chuckled softly when he heard this: "He should hide in Baozhen Palace. Baozhen loves him and can't bear to make him tired. He can always rest for half a day after going there."
"I said the same thing to him, but I didn't expect Yan'er to cry even more when she heard this."
"It is said that Zhang Baozhen became obsessed with tailoring and shoemaking at some point. When he arrived, he was pulled by the young eunuch to change clothes for half a day."
After saying this, Shen Qianyu paused: "He said there were dozens of sets. I think he was exaggerating."
"So where did he go to you?"
"It is said that Wanxiao was searched in the middle, but I have no intention of listening any more."
Seeing the smile on Song Wan's face, Shen Qianyu said: "I will send Yan'er to Qi Qingling's place. No one will disturb us today."
Song Wan's face turned red and he was speechless for a moment.
Seeing that she was full, Shen Qianyu took her to the washstand and took a handkerchief to wipe her fingers.
Song Wan watched his movements and whispered: "I'll call Heng Zhi to remove my hair."
"I'll do it for you."
Carefully taking off the hairpin on her head, Shen Qianyu gently untied the hair tangled on it.
"When I looked at Hengzhi, my eyes became worse and worse. I tore your hair several times, but you never said anything."
"Is it unusual for a woman wearing a hairpin to cut off a strand or two of her hair? Her hand was so gentle that I never felt any pain."
After Song Wan finished speaking, he said warmly: "When we first arrived at the Hou Mansion, our master and servants all huddled in the Longxiang Room. In the first year, I couldn't calm down and couldn't fall asleep at night, so I often lit candles and read. Practice calligraphy.”
"If I don't rest, a few of the waiters will be waiting nearby. Aunt Zhao is old and the other girls are young, so Heng Zhi will let them rest and stay with me."
"She would do embroidery while I was studying. Maybe she hurt her eyes at that time."
"Then I will help you undress in the future."
Knowing that she was deeply in love with sisters Heng Zhi, Shen Qianyu stopped talking and carefully loosened Song Wan's bun, and took a white jade comb to comb her hair bit by bit until it was smooth.
Wrapping her hair up with a bright yellow ribbon, Shen Qianyu said, "Does it feel tight?"
"No, it's just right."
Song Wan looked at the man in the bronze mirror who looked solemn and serious, as if he was doing something important, and suddenly said softly: "Husband, could you tell Wan'er about the situation when you arrived in Nanqing?"
When he came to Nanqing, he was just a corner boy.
Having left his hometown at such a young age, Song Wan wanted to know what he had experienced in his childhood.
In the past, she didn't have the heart to ask, but now she was a little curious.
"Nan Qing?"
Shen Qianyu said: "There is nothing special about it."
"I was still young when I went to Nanqing. I only remember that I fell seriously ill just after I arrived at the Nanqing Palace. Uncle Yan took care of me for nearly a year. When I recovered, I adapted to the life in Nanqing."
"Although the young son is used as a hostage, it seems cruel..."
Shen Qianyu paused for a moment, then sneered: "But it's still a blessing."
The hint of bitterness in his tone made Song Wan's heart tighten.
Childhood is a quality, and it will definitely be very difficult.
But because he was young, he still had little emotion or memory for his hometown relatives, so he adapted to the customs and customs of a foreign country in just one year, which is really sad.
Song Wan looked at Shen Qianyu and couldn't help but put his hand on the scar that she had soothed countless times.
If he were an ordinary child, he would have forgotten his homeland long ago when he went to an enemy country at the age of five or six.
Wearing the clothes of another country, drinking the food of another country, and learning the customs of other countries... As long as there is any tenderness towards him, Shen Qianyu will not miss Dongning at all.
It must be that every day and every night in Nanqing made him feel more painful, so that his hometown thousands of miles away could become his heart's desire.
I am afraid that the thought of returning to Dongning supported all his desire for life, which is why Shen Qianyu became so attached to the people of Dongning and this hometown many years later.
Song Wan could even imagine that the young Shen Qianyu was alone in a corner thousands of miles away from home, secretly homesick for his hometown, but with no one to miss.
"My husband must have had a hard time when he was young."
Song Wan stood up and hugged Shen Qianyu's waist: "When I was young, I felt that fate was unfair, but now I think about it, there is no such thing as fairness in this world."
"Everyone in the world suffers, all living beings suffer."
"But after suffering, there will always be a day of return to happiness."
Shen Qianyu held Song Wan in his arms and stroked her hair lovingly: "Nothing in the world can be achieved overnight. It is common for a man to stand upright. All kinds of suffering are just an experience in life. Just go through it."
"So you don't have to feel bad for your son, and it's not hard to be your husband."
In fact, why doesn't he feel miserable?
When I saw Uncle Yan bringing the snacks and jewelry rewarded by the palace to Yan Fei every day, I watched Qin Rao being protected by Qin Zhan every day, and watched Liu Changque's mother, Wen Ruan How could he not feel bitter when he hid the greasy sugar cake in his arms and walked for several days just to let him have a taste of the food at home?
But when he came to know Wan Xiao and realized that there were always people in the world who had a more difficult life than him, he felt that it wasn't so miserable anymore.
When he met Song Wan and realized that a woman like her could turn over a corner and find a way out, he felt that the remaining pain was nothing.
Now that he has the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, he can enjoy the spring rain and winter snow with his beloved every day, and talk about daily trivial matters. How can he feel that there is any pain in life?
It is clear that everything is sweet.
Shen Qianyu lowered his head and kissed Song Wan's forehead softly and pityingly.
"I don't feel pain. I have Wan'er. Wan'er can withstand all kinds of unwillingness and pain in the world."
