Shen Hanmei loves plum blossoms, so there are many plum trees planted in this garden.
Not only is there a plum garden specially planted with winter plums, but many are also planted at other places in the garden.
At this time of year, the plum branches and leaves are thick and green, which makes other flowers and trees look "all kinds of red and purple".
After walking for a while, Han Xiyi couldn't help but break the silence and called "Miss Guo" Qingya didn't look back and kept walking.
There is a stream in front, and a stone arch bridge stands across the stream.
The two walked up.
Covered by the sound of water, Han Xiyi called "girl" again When talking on the bridge, it is not easy for the two maids following behind to hear.
Moreover, there are water and flowers here, trees at the head of the bridge, birds chirping in the shade, and rockeries and wooden pavilions on the opposite side.
The environment is very good.
Qingya quickened his pace, wanting to face his reality for a longer period of time.
Han Xiyi was both happy and sad at the same time.
Standing next to the wooden pavilion next to the rockery, the mute man suddenly turned around, looked directly into Han Xiyi's eyes, and said seriously: "I don't know" without any reason or reason.
Han Xiyi suddenly sank into the two clear pools.
He felt her confusion.
"I don't know" Qingya said again.
Then he turned around and walked down the steps into the pavilion step by step.
Han Xiyi looked around.
The sky turned out to be a bit overcast, and I don't know when it started to rain lightly.
The dense drizzle intertwined with a misty net, and the flowers and trees in the mist were like a girl's heart.
He tried to open his eyes wide, but he couldn't see clearly or see through.
He also walked into the pavilion and came to her.
Wherever you look, you can’t help but be surprised On the tip of her eyelashes, there was a drop of transparent water, as crystal clear as the water droplets on the green leaves and red flowers outside.
There is no sadness in her eyes like autumn and spring.
So he didn't think she was crying, but thought it was raindrops.
He took out the handkerchief and wiped it gently.
Qingya shrank back as if frightened and looked sideways at him.
He couldn't help calling her name softly: "dumb" "dumb"
"dumb" As soon as he stretched out his hand, he could take her into his arms.
Just stretching out his hand can make her fly away.
How to behave.
He lifts things lightly.
There is no way to avoid being dumb.
She didn't want to avoid it either.
She called to the front verandah: "Sister."
The younger sister came over.
He held a long dark purple box in his hand.
Qingya motioned for her to give it to Han Xiyi.
"What is this?"
Han Xiyi asked.
"Ginseng."
He said hoarsely.
Han Xiyi was shocked and hurriedly opened it to take a look, only to see that the ginseng roots were neat and tidy.
He was tall and thick, at least three hundred years old, probably four to five hundred years old.
He immediately looked at Qingya in disbelief.
"It was given by someone else."
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Qingya explained.
All rare things.
It takes some opportunities to get it.
This ginseng was donated by a businessman named Zhu who cooperated with the Guo Family Patent, as a thank you for the Guo Family's support.
His family is weak.
Only this cherished treasure can express my gratitude, so I sent it to you.
Han Xiyi was treating his father's illness and was spending a lot of money to buy Ginseng King.
The Han family is rich and powerful.
Naturally there is no shortage of ginseng.
But Han's father had been ill for a long time and consumed a lot of old ginseng, which seemed to have been waiting for hundreds of years.
It's even more rare.
"Girl" he was surprised and happy, and asked her with his eyes.
"Treat Uncle Han."
He said quietly.
"Girl" Han Xiyi was a little dissatisfied.
She gave him this ginseng.
Just out of kindness?
Don't you have any other feelings?
He looked at her with eagerness and expectation.
"The Xia family will not let me go."
Qingya said.
The Xia family will not let her go, and she doesn't know her fate tomorrow.
Therefore, she didn't know how to respond to Han Xiyi.
Since she had such a ginseng, she gave it to him.
Even if it could not cure Han's father, it would be good to prolong his life; it would also allow the charming Mrs.
Han and her husband who played the flute music for her to spend more time together.
Time; it also allowed Han Xiyi to be more prepared and not to rush into marriage in order to fulfill her father's wish; it also reduced her guilt for not being able to agree to him for the time being.
After this disaster is over, if he still has this intention, she will seriously consider him.
If she can't survive this disaster, it will save her the pain of being humiliated by a change of heart and having to withdraw from the engagement.
This decision was not because she didn't believe in Han Xiyi's character.
Things are unpredictable, and she doesn't want to take this moment to test him.
For a family like the Han family to expect them to use their family interests to support his marriage, it was too much to hope for and impossible.
She would not believe him naively.
Han Xiyi finally understood her thoughts and felt her uneasiness.
His heart clenched, and he suddenly had a strong impulse to hold her in his arms, to rely on her, and to be relied on by her. he stretched out his hands Qingya looked at the white but well-jointed fingers and backed away quickly.
"No" her eyes suddenly turned red.
Men's hands are different from women's hands.
Being wrapped in them is very warm and real.
Jiang Minghui once held her hand like this to keep her away from the cold.
But, he let go again Her move made Han Xiyi's internal organs twist and feel indescribably uncomfortable.
He still had many taboos in mind and rushed to hold her hand and take her into his arms.
Qingya pushed it away with her hands and looked at him with a frown.
Touching her slender and cold fingers, a layer of hairy bumps appeared on the back of his hand.
A tremor spread throughout his body.
He was in a daze and froze, unable to move.
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After a while, he bowed and said, "Brother Meng Lang, please don't blame me Sister Guo."
Having said that, he has no regrets.
He just couldn't help it and didn't mean to blaspheme.
Men and women in love are sometimes sweet and sometimes angry; they may be hesitant, jealous, impulsive, or decadent; they may be happy or sad, surprised or stupid, and all the different moods are caused by emotion.
If he is not emotional, no matter what the other person does, he will not lose his composure He stared at her, words stuck in his throat.
My thoughts are like the dense rain outside the pavilion, chaotic and hazy.
Qingya glanced at him again and said to Ximei: "Send him out."
He turned around and walked out of the verandah.
A thin waist appeared from nowhere, holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover her head.
The master and servant disappeared into the rain and fog.
In the wooden pavilion, Han Xiyi was still standing.
It was as if he didn't hear Qing Hua's words and didn't see her leave.
Suddenly he said firmly: "Don't worry, sister Guo.
If I can't guarantee that I will protect you, how can I be qualified to come to ask for your hand in this life?
I will never let anyone hurt you again."
Ximei blinked and looked at him doubtfully.
Are you talking to the girl?
But the girls are gone.
He said it to himself to the empty pavilion and told it to the rain outside.
No, she's still listening.
Her curiosity was piqued and she wanted to hear what else he had to say.
Han Xiyi chuckled and said: "Don't be afraid, sister.
People don't fight with officials, so that's not the case.
People like us have been dealing with officials for more than a hundred years.
When we shouldn't fight, we will respect each other; when we should fight, we will never fight.
If you don't have some means, how can you survive for more than a hundred years?
There are many officials who have been defeated."
Xi Mei was shocked when she heard this and looked at him without blinking.
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