The Great Han Dynasty Volume 1 The great wind rises and clouds soar Seventeen dawn wishes [Continue to ask for pink votes]

  "Uncle, what's wrong?" Zhang Yan turned her head to look at him, the jumping candlelight casting a bright glow on her profile, her eyes shining with an air of innocence.

  "Nothing." Liu Ying replied calmly.

  Jingniang turned back and smiled, then went upstairs with the lantern, the wooden stairs creaked as she walked. The woman in front had a charming and elegant demeanor. Zhang Yan followed behind her and found that Jingniang's back looked very moving. This mute woman couldn't be considered extremely beautiful, but she was gentle and weak, like a lotus flower quietly blooming on the surface of the water at night, with a unique charm.

  She turned back to glance at Liu Ying, but Liu Ying didn't notice Jingniang's gaze, only carefully staring at her feet, seeing her looking around randomly, scolded, "Watch your step carefully, be careful not to trip." Her expression was calm yet considerate.

  Zhang Yan's heart warmed up a bit, and she smiled slightly. She turned her head to look at the road carefully and asked him, "Uncle, how old are you this year?"

  "Huh?" Liu Ying was slightly surprised and replied, "Fourteen."

  Fourteen.

  Fourteen is an age when a boy is still growing up, and has vague, unexplainable feelings towards girls. As the son of royalty, he should be even more mature, but Liu Ying seems not to have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, nor did he have a smooth sailing life as a prince. In this aspect, it seems that he hasn't started to develop yet.

  Zhang Yan let out a giggle and jumped up one step on the stairs. Turning her head, she saw Liu Ying's eyes with a faint smile, and her face unconsciously flushed slightly red.

  "Ah Yan seems very happy?"

  "Uh-huh," Zhang Yan nodded and smiled, "Having been used to living in the royal palace for a long time, suddenly running out to live outside for one night feels quite interesting."

  As they spoke, Jingniang had already walked onto the platform, holding a lantern to light their way, and then pushed open the door of the guest room.

  A scream.

  The girl placed the lamp in the room, smiled and left. Zhang Yan looked around the house and saw that inside the house there was another room, separated by a wooden door, the inner room was smaller, the outer room was larger, both were tidy and clean, the bed was simple and not as luxurious as the Longle Palace or the Hou Mansion, it was only knee-high, with clean sheets. The inner room had a window, which was straight-grained, under which there was a desk, on which a peach blossom was placed.

  "Is Uncle really going to give up like this?" she asked, sniffing the peach blossoms.

  "I've come all the way from afar, how could it be easy?" Liu Yan walked to her side, reached out to wipe the window sill, saw that it was clean and dust-free, and smiled faintly.

  "What did you say?"

  "Hey, Ah Yan, look," Liu Ying stroked her hair and coaxed, "If you still want to go down to the fields tomorrow to do farm work, will you wash all the farming tools very clean after coming back from a busy day today?"

  Zhang Yan shook her head, anyway they would have to go down again, why be so diligent?

  Liu Yingya sat on the couch, facing the window with a gentle smile. "In the past when my mother was in Fengpei, she was considered diligent among the villagers. The windows of our house were only wiped two or three times a year."

  This guest room was prepared for him, wasn't it?

  The sound of wooden clogs echoed from afar, growing louder, as Liu Ying stopped talking and watched Jing Niang push open the door with a smile, carrying two quilts in her arms.

  The quilt wasn't very thick, but it was warm to the touch and had a faint sunny scent. Zhang Yan wanted to add it to the bed, but unfortunately, she was too short and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach the edge of the bed. "Let me do it," Liu Ying said from behind - he shook out the quilt, smoothed out the bed, turned around, and saw Zhang Yan kneeling on one side, propping up her cheek and smiling at him, looking spirited and lovely.

  "I think," she said with a smile and a bow, "Uncle, you're quite skilled at this sort of thing. You really don't look like the crown prince."

  Liu Ying said faintly, "I was never a born-to-be crown prince to begin with. When I was young... I also did chores at home. Unlike you, who were born into luxury and grew up surrounded by silk and jade."

  "Don't say that to me," Zhang Yan said with a disgruntled face, "My greatest wish in life is to have an ordinary house, not too big, of course not too small either. I think the one we're living in now is just fine. Living inside with the person I want to be with and spending a happy lifetime together."

  "Hmph," Liu Ying was amused by her, "You're just a little girl of a few years old, yet you talk about forever. It sounds good to say big words, but if you didn't have luxurious clothes and maidservants, I'm afraid in three days you'd be crying with a runny nose wanting to go back."

  "Hey," Zhang Yan was annoyed, getting up, "don't look down on people like that." In my previous life, I wasn't from a wealthy family either, but I still grew up healthy and strong until the age of twenty.

  Miss Zhang apparently ignored the fact that she had always been protected.

  She felt a numb and itchy sensation on her feet, which made her very uncomfortable. She kept wiggling her toes slightly. Liu Ying noticed this and leaned forward to ask, "What's wrong?"

  "I don't know, maybe it's because these stockings are a bit tight." She frowned and said.

  "And don't say others look down on you," Liu said with a smile, "picking and choosing this and that? The room is not very warm, so take off your socks."

  She nodded, and obediently let Liu Ying help her take off her socks. As the cool air touched her bare skin for a moment, she burst out laughing, standing barefoot on the mat. The young man's smiling eyes fell on her bare feet, gradually focusing, "What's wrong with your foot?"

  "Ah?" She lowered her head in surprise and saw a pair of feet that were originally as white as jade, now covered with red spots.

  "No wonder it feels itchy." She nodded suddenly, originally Zhang's skin was delicate and allergic to fabrics other than brocade and silk.

  Absolute wealth disease.

  "Zhang Yan," Liu Ying approached her, with a stern face, "about your lifelong greatest wish, it's better to forget about it."

  He stepped down from the corridor, walked through the courtyard, pushed open the gate and ordered Qing Song to ride a fast horse to the nearby rural market to buy some ointment for treating redness and swelling, and also to buy two sets of brocade clothes from top to bottom for the young lady in the house who couldn't wear anything but fine fabrics.

  "Hey, while you're at it, help me pick some clover too." Zhang Yan came running out barefoot from behind and shouted with one foot on the corridor.

  "What do you want with the car key?" Liu Ying asked.

  She put her right index finger in front of her lips and smiled, "I have a wonderful use for it," seeing that his expression was not good, she hastily added, "You'll know later."

  Smoke from kitchen rises gently, night air is cool and refreshing.

  Jingniang made four small dishes, one meat and three vegetarian. The meat dish was braised chicken, the vegetarian dishes were white gourd (also known as winter melon) and scallions, and there was also a plate of pickled bamboo shoots. All were common farm household dishes, served with scattered rice, looking colorful and fragrant, making one's mouth water.

  The journey was exhausting, and Zhang Yan had been hungry for a long time. Seeing the long-awaited white rice, her eyebrows curved with joy. She cut the braised chicken with a small spoon, paired it with rice, and took a bite, feeling the flavor was fresh and delicious, even the swelling and itching on her feet were momentarily forgotten.

  "Uncle is having dinner." She said with a smile, "Watch what I'm doing?"

  "Does Ah Yan like to waste food?" Liu Ying was slightly surprised.

  During the Two Han periods, millet was commonly consumed in the north, while rice was mainly cultivated on a large scale only in the southern regions of Wu and Yue.

  Zhang Yan put down the chopsticks in her hand and smiled, "I haven't eaten much of it before, but I think the taste is pretty good."

  "It's rare for a young lady like you to appreciate this." Tang Bing stroked his beard and smiled, "This scattered rice and bamboo shoots are both products of the southern regions, most people from the Central Plains don't particularly care for them. I also had someone bring some back for me from Wu Yue."

  He sighed, "I was originally a southerner, but the world is treacherous and chaotic, I've spent half my life in turmoil, and finally got to live with one or two good friends on this merchant mountain. If I can spend the rest of my days here, it won't be in vain."

  Liu Ying smiled and bowed her head to eat, as if she was thinking of something.

  After dinner, she settled down to wash up and applied the ointment to Zhang Yan. Liu Ying instructed her to stay in the room and not move around randomly, and solemnly entrusted Jingniang to take care of her for a while. Jingniang nodded with a smile.

  Zhang Yan sat in the empty east wing, pouting her lips. The bad uncle wouldn't let others run wild, but he himself had run off without a trace. She wasn't the kind of obedient child who listened to orders, but she had just applied a light greenish-blue ointment to her feet and it was still a bit wet and sticky, so she couldn't wear shoes or walk barefoot, and could only be trapped in the east wing's small space.

  Jingniang pushed the door open and came in, seeing her displeased expression, thought for a moment, and a smile appeared in her eyes. She went out and came back again after a while, carrying a pair of clean wooden clogs in her hand, smiling and placing them in front of Zhang Yan.

  Zhang Yan's eyes lit up, she nimbly put on her wooden sandals, jumped down from the bed, pulled Jing Niang's hand and smiled, "Good sister."

  "It's stuffy in the house, sister, let's take a walk in the courtyard?"

  The moonlight poured down on the long corridor, Jingniang smiled as she looked at the lively and lovely girl in front of her. The girl's feet, as white as jade, were tucked into wooden clogs, stepping on the corridor, like a small jasmine flower placed under the moonlight.

  Woke up at noon and saw that the overnight PK score had risen by 400. Very touching.

  I'm actually really afraid of getting up and not seeing a single cent.

  Wearing a hat to beg for pink tickets.

  Those with tickets sell ticket scenes, those without tickets sell personal scenes.

  On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, this year we don't accept gifts for Chinese New Year, only red envelopes.

  Note: The starting point is the pink vote for women's frequency.

  I'm speechless.