bookcurios Chapter 166 Holding Hands
Chapter 166 Holding Hands
"Dad, there is one more thing." Mu Yao weighed it over in her mind and prepared to confess her relationship with Xiao Douxue.
"Go ahead." Li Changan's brows gradually relaxed, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Mu Yao lovingly.
Mu Yao's lips opened and closed for several breaths before she confessed. She said nothing about what happened on the Tongtian Terrace, which made Li Changan mistakenly believe that his daughter fell in love with Xiao Douxue at first sight.
He looked at Mu Yao and fell silent. His expression was as if he had been hit by a club, and he stood there motionless.
Mu Yao called him several times before she moved her eyes blankly.
"Dan Pavilion Master Xiao Douxue is also your husband?" Li Changan felt that this was a little unreal and confirmed with his daughter again.
Mu Yao took out a token from her sleeves and handed it to Li Changan: "Dad, this is the token that the old head of the Dan Pavilion gave me. He said that I can be in charge of all matters in the Dan Pavilion."
Li Changan seemed to be in a dream. He took the token and looked at it for a long while. He tried his best to steady his shaking hands. He took a deep breath and said in a loud voice, "You are married well!"
Dan Pavilion - gathers more than half of the top doctors in Yunqi, known as the "Immortal Pavilion". The elixirs they refine are like dragon pearls, and their value is beyond measure.
Birth, aging, sickness and death are three thousand diseases.
In Li Changan's opinion, Xiao Douxue is like a thousand-year-old ginseng fruit, and is undoubtedly the most valuable son-in-law among his several sons-in-law.
The three words "marry well" kept flashing in Mu Yao's mind, and her eyes gradually became confused.
Dad’s answer was so unexpected.
Li Changan looked at his daughter with a smile, the kindness in his eyes could hardly be concealed.
If you ask who is Yunqi's first father-in-law, it must be Li Changan, the first counselor of Dayun!
Suddenly, he thought of the requests from several old friends and said, "Your identity as Mr. Wu Liu is now well-known to everyone. Several of my father's friends asked me to ask you for a few paintings and will pay you."
Mu Yao nodded: "Which uncles are they?"
"Dad will write a list for you later." Li Changan said with a cheerful smile.
He was now the most sought-after figure in the art world, and he had so many invitations to his daughter asking for paintings that he could not even read them all. He also had many close friends who came to him asking for paintings, and he did not want to turn them down.
Is there a list?
Mu Yao's mouth twitched and she nodded in agreement.
"Dad, how do you decide the price?" Her paintings were sold at a very high price. Most of Dad's old friends were colleagues in the court, and they might not have the financial resources. Even if she gave a 50% discount, it was still shockingly expensive.
"Dad will write down their needs on the list later. You note the price next to it and I'll talk to them. Those old guys have much more background than your dad and I, and they're not short of money. Just give them a little discount when the time comes." After saying that, he laughed heartily.
Never underestimate the pursuit of treasures by those literati and scholars. Their persistence is more than just spending a fortune.
After the evening, while her father was playing chess with Wei Wushang, Mu Yao returned to the Xu residence.
When Xu Qingcheng saw Mu Yao, her eyes were filled with surprise. She held her in her arms and squeezed her soft body tightly.
A scorching breath hit me in the face; the scorching sun and the white snow entangled together, turning into a gurgling stream that sank into the mud.
The night is getting darker outside the window, but the emotions are still surging.
The friction sound echoed in my ears, playing the most thrilling melody.
The stars and the moon set, the sun rises.
Mu Yao returned to the Taifu residence. The main courtyard was filled with the aroma of wine. Dad and Wei Wushang were both drunk beside the chessboard.
She supported her father and took great effort to help him onto the bed.
He staggered towards Wei Wushang, but found that he had no strength to do anything.
After calling him twice, she saw Wei Wushang open his drunken eyes. Before she could move his lips, he closed his eyes again.
With a sigh, he moved the chessboard away, took off his black boots, adjusted his sleeping position, and let him lie on the Arhat bed.
Mu Yao looked up at the sky, then walked into the kitchen to make some yam pastry.
Zhang Cheng saw her rolling up her sleeves and asked with a smile, "Miss, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Uncle Zhang, just let me do it." Mu Yao replied with a smile.
This time she not only made yam pastry, but also watermelon curd and scrambled egg beef porridge.
Wang Yanzhi waited from the hour of Mao to the hour of Si, but still ended up disappointed.
He closed his eyes silently, feeling the invasion of darkness, waiting for his weak heart to stop beating completely.
"Shao You, Madam Mu is here."
Jiang Fuqiu brought the person in front of him with a smile.
The beauty is dressed in snow-white satin, like a snow lotus on the top of a mountain, out of reach.
The gold fragments sprinkled on her body made her look like a god coming against the light.
"Shaoyou, I made some snacks for you." Mu Yao smiled sweetly, and her face seemed to be filled with the fragrance of jasmine.
Wang Yanzhi stared at Mu Yao with his red eyes wide open. His hands, which were behind his back, had already been clenched into fists. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging one by one. He tried his best to suppress the urge to hug her in his arms.
He walked closer to Mu Yao, took the food boxes from her and placed them on the table one by one.
Wang Yanzhi stared blankly at the three dim sum in front of him. He felt a bloating in his throat. He closed his eyes and said thank you in a hoarse voice.
The spoon stirred slowly in the bowl, making a low clinking sound.
Wang Yanzhi lowered his eyes and stared at the beautiful egg drops in the bowl. He seemed to have thought of something again, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.
"Shaoyou, is it not to your liking?" Seeing that he was still unhappy, Mu Yao couldn't help but doubt her own cooking skills.
"It's delicious." He moved his lips and only uttered these two words, then lowered his eyes again and began to eat quietly.
The three snacks tasted great, especially the yam pastry, which was the best he had ever eaten. He chewed it slowly, wanting to remember the taste.
Mu Yao's eyes were solemn, as if this was the first time she had looked at Wang Yanzhi intently.
His facial features are handsome, especially the lines of his nose, which are smooth, clear, tall and elegant, making his clear eyes look as deep as the sea.
The coldness that emanated from his body kept exuding a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance. This reminded Mu Yao of the scene when she first met Wang Yan. It was this kind of coldness with a hint of hostility that made her scalp shudder and filled her heart with fear.
"Heh." Mu Yao couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips and laughed out loud.
Wang Yanzhi paused and looked at her in confusion: "But did you think of anything funny?"
Mu Yao nodded and raised her eyebrows with a smile.
"whats the matter?"
"I suddenly find you quite cute." Mu Yao held her chin with one hand, tilted her head, looked at him, and the smile on her face became even more intense.
Wang Yan was stunned, then his whole body stiffened, and the tips of his ears turned red. The spoon in his hand seemed to be out of control, no matter how hard he tried, it was stuck there and couldn't stir it at all.
A serious man is most charming when his defense breaks.
"Shaoyou, what else do you like to eat? I'll make it for you next time." Mu Yao picked up the last piece of yam crisp and placed it on the porcelain plate in front of him.
"What do you mean?" He suddenly looked up at Mu Yao, his throat rolled twice, and hope flashed in his eyes.
Wang Yanzhi's cautious look touched Mu Yao's heart. She earnestly made a promise to him: "It means: I am willing to cook delicious food for you for the rest of my life."
Life is a journey of cultivation, and fate depends on destiny.
Some people, even if they only see a fleeting glimpse of them from thousands of miles away, will still fearlessly cross time and space to achieve beauty.
Fate will always emit a light that belongs only to two people when it is time to bloom.
Today is undoubtedly the happiest day for Wang Yanzhi in the past 26 years.
He personally put on Mu Yao the red jade agate that his mother had passed down to him.
This agate was put on the bracelet. Since Mu Yao already had a colorful glass bracelet on her fair wrist, Wang Yanzhi took out this peerless gem and put it on Mu Yao's jade pendant.
"Shaoyou, this bead is so beautiful." Mu Yao lowered her head slightly, gently stroked the bead with her jade fingers and exclaimed.
"My mother said that this red jade bead is unique and there is no other one in the whole Yunqi. It is my mother's family heirloom."
Mu Yao's heart tightened when she heard this. She took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom and wrapped the pearl. She carefully wiped off the fingerprints left on the surface, which made Wang Yanzhi laugh.
Jiang Fuqiu did not leave after exiting the yard. When she heard the laughter coming from inside, she could not help but stepped in.
When she saw the red jade agate on Mu Yao's chest, her eyes became moist and she could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down like pearls.
She quietly left the yard again and returned to the main courtyard sobbing all the way.
This red jade agate was a token of love given to her by Emperor Qingyuan. Twenty years had passed in a flash. His appearance had long become blurred in her memory, but this red jade agate still radiated a dazzling light.
Mu Yao talked to Wang Yanzhi for a long time before leaving Wang's house.
Apart from holding hands, nothing else happened between the two of them.
Mu Yao was so impressed by his restraint and forbearance that she couldn't help but doubt her own charm.
Mu Yao promised him that she would visit him again tomorrow and asked him to cheer up and return to the court as soon as possible.
After Wang Yanzhi got Mu Yao's promise, his mood instantly relaxed, and he looked radiant, completely sweeping away his previous dejection.
Van Gogh once said: Where the flower of love blooms, life can flourish.
It can be seen that love is an invisible force.
Mu Yao returned to the Taifu residence and went to bed early. Wei Wushang saw how exhausted she was, swallowed back the questions he wanted to ask, and hugged her and fell asleep together.
Mu Yao didn't fall asleep, she just wanted to calm down and sort out her thoughts.
Currently, only Xu Qingcheng and Ji Qi don’t know about her and Xiao Douxue.
And only her father knew about her relationship with Wang Yanzhi.
She didn't want to talk about Xu Qingcheng, and she didn't dare to talk about Ji Qi.
Coming to this strange world, what made her lose control the most was that she had so many husbands without realizing it. This overwhelming happiness was painful and joyful.