Un joven enfermizo que viaja a la época de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 96

"Does this kid have morning sickness?" "Bring me my clothes." "I trust Chou Qian's character, and I don't think I'm some stunning beauty that would make him so desperate."

Chou Qian sat up, his clothes neatly arranged. He glanced at me indifferently, helped me lie down, and tucked me in: "Wait a moment."

He turned and got out of bed. I stared at him blankly. It seems my popularity has dropped to the point where even an ugly duckling wouldn't care. Sigh! What a miserable life!

When Chouqian returned, I was wallowing in self-pity.

"What's wrong."

"Nothing, just lamenting the sadness of fading beauty." I took the clothes from his hand, automatically lifted the covers to change, and said, "You've seen everything I need to see, so I don't need to pretend anymore." "Why are you wearing women's clothes?" "The clothes I hate the most."

Chou Qian's brows furrowed slightly with worry. He didn't answer my question, nor did he seem to consciously avoid it. Instead, he asked, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen. This dress is so complicated, I can't even fasten it. Help me, I've never worn this before."

Chou Qian gently raised his hands, his fingers gliding through the air without creating any ripples. He fastened my belt, his fingers clumsily buttoning it.

Great, someone's here to help. I lifted up the wide sleeves to check the quality of the clothes.

"I will marry you."

"What did you say!" I suddenly looked up at him.

Chou Qian remained calm as he continued his duel with Kou Zi: "I'll marry you. For everything, including what happened last time, I'll marry you."

"No need, I have a fiancée."

"Who!" Chou Qian asked carelessly.

I pondered his true thoughts: "Do you like me?" Please don't, I don't want to marry you. I've heard that if a person is ugly, their children won't be smart. But Meow Meow isn't smart either, even though his dad is good-looking.

Qian Qing lowered her head and thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. "That's good," I said. "Brother, you must be careful when choosing a wife. Don't be hasty. Marrying someone like me would be a huge loss."

Chouqian buttoned up the last button for me, then suddenly looked up at me without saying a word.

I looked away from him and asked, "When am I leaving?"

"Afternoon."

"Let's go get some tiger bone soup before it's time." We must finish him off; we can't let him finish me off.

"No need, Father took it away last night."

You ran fast, I thought, bored, and looked around his bedroom.

The painting on the wall looked familiar, so I went closer to take a look. It was my cursive script, with tally marks next to it.

"You can even translate this? Amazing!" I pointed to it and said, "High standard."

[Main Text: Chapter Fifty-Five]

Chouqian stood behind me, staring at the calligraphy: "Very good words. It's just that I don't seem to have heard of the allusions used in it before."

“Let me tell you.” I like to tell stories to intelligent people: “This story takes place in a magnificent, heroic era, a time when people relied on their intellect and produced men of fierce courage. That era was glorious for over twenty centuries because it brought human wisdom to its zenith. After thousands of years of accumulation, we have entered an era of great change. Zhou Yu in this story was a brave and skilled general…”

I spoke and he listened, and a few cups of tea's time passed. Before I finished speaking, time had already slipped away.

That afternoon, it was just him and me. He listened attentively without disturbing me, while I vividly described the scene.

That afternoon, he was quiet and composed, and I was also rigorous in my teaching.

This afternoon, he was not the prime minister of a nation, and I was not a soul trapped in the times.

I had a satisfying afternoon, but it also made me homesick.

Sparse sunlight streamed into the quaint attic, warming the heart and soul.

"Chouqian," I called to him, and he snapped out of his reverie about the joys and sorrows of the various characters. "I should go back."

"Are you leaving?" Chou Qian frowned, but didn't say anything to stop me. "Your things are in the front hall. Uncle Zhong is a very good person. You can trust him."

I smiled and, for the first time, brewed myself a cup of "daughter's wine," which I then gracefully presented.

Chouqian watched me leave.

I understand that he needs time to do things. His pride is a deep-seated arrogance, and he is not used to being rejected. The moment I rejected him, I knew I had hurt him and caused an obstacle to his promising life.

This stressful family is no worse than Wu Hui's, but even colder. In comparison, I prefer Wu Hui's family's volatile temper, which is scorching but never hurtful.

I left this place and changed back into my usual attire.

"Brother, you must think positively. A man should never worry about not having a wife." I resolutely turned and left.

The ancient and solemn gate was locked behind me, with two majestic lions striding forward on either side. People passing by outside the gate were silent, and even geese flew by without hooting.

I'm leaving!

As soon as I stepped into my backyard, a shameless man stood in front of me with a fierce look on his face: "Where have you been?"

I ignored him; I had no interest in paying him any attention.

"stop!"

I stopped indifferently and bowed to him: "What is it, Father?"