My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Gu Li was too sentimental. After Chang An left, she immediately felt that the food she had eaten had no taste. After simply eating her fill, she asked someone to clear the dishes.

Sitting back in the room, she had planned to sit for a while, embroidering for a while and then go to sleep. But she suddenly lost interest in embroidering the handkerchief halfway through, so she simply sat down on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, and planned to take a nap obediently.

But the result is obvious - without someone next to my pillow, I can’t sleep at all!

Helplessly, she had to sit up and sit on the bed in a daze, her mind seemed to be still thinking about something:

"Chang Lang should be in front of His Majesty now, right?"

"Where will Chang Lang sit? He is just a young marquis, so he should sit in a corner, right?"

"Will Chang Lang be forced to drink by those adults?"

"Can Chang Lang come back after drinking too much?"

"Chang Lang won't be..."

"..."

As he was thinking, time passed unknowingly to the hour of You. Gu Li originally thought that Chang An would come home for dinner at the hour of You, so he went to the door of his house to wait around the hour of You. However, after waiting for a long time, Chang An did not come home, but a eunuch came.

When the young eunuch arrived at the gate of Marquis Dingkang's residence, he raised his head and looked at the plaque at the gate to confirm it, and then asked, "Is this Marquis Dingkang's residence?"

"That's right." Gu Li was a little confused, but nodded and answered.

"Then you should be the wife of Marquis Dingkang, right?" the young eunuch asked again.

"It's me, but what happened to my lover at the banquet?"

Gu Li was a little nervous at this time. Could it be because Chang Lang had quarreled with others again? Fighting in front of the emperor was no small matter.

The young eunuch smiled and shook his head, saying, "Madam, don't worry. Marquis Dingkang is safe. He may just be back a little later because he needs to go through the procedures for the court ceremony. So please wait for a while."

Gu Li heaved a sigh of relief at this time, and then asked: "Then I wonder how long it will take?"

"It will be around 10:00 pm, after curfew." The young eunuch replied, "But Madam, don't worry. Marquis Dingkang has always been picked up and dropped off by Eunuch Cheng himself. Once the court ceremony is over, Marquis Dingkang will be home soon."

"it is good."

The young eunuch said, "So the wife of Marquis Dingkang doesn't have to wait here. If Marquis Dingkang knew about this, he would probably find trouble with me."

Gu Li nodded and said, "Don't worry, my beloved will not embarrass you, young master."

Gu Li gave Zhen Er a look, and Zhen Er took out a silver ingot and handed it to the eunuch. The eunuch was reluctant at first, but Gu Li said, "This silver is for the young master's tea money, please don't refuse."

"Thank you, Madam Marquis. I wish you a long life and good health." The young eunuch took the silver, his eyes narrowed into slits, and after smiling and blessing Gu Li, he turned and left.

After watching the young eunuch leave, Gu Li sighed somewhat disappointedly and said, "Let's go back."

……

After dinner, Gu Li was worried that Chang An might not be full, so when Huaiqin and Zhen'er were clearing the table, he specifically instructed: "Keep these untouched fish and vegetables. Please ask the kitchen to warm them up so that Chang Lang can eat some when he comes back."

"By the way, let them cook some hangover soup for Chang Lang to drink when he comes back."

"Yes, Sanniang."

So far, after taking a bath, Gu Li sat alone in the study, recording today's account book. But as she wrote, she began to miss a heartless scoundrel. She simply threw the pen aside, then held her belly with one hand and her cheek with the other, looking at the night sky outside, muttering:

"I promised to come back early..."

"Why isn't it the hour of the dog yet? The rice is still warm..."

"Is it because the dancers in the palace have bewitched him..."

"So annoying..."

After feeling annoyed for a long time, she picked up the pen again and planned to continue keeping accounts, but as soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper, she threw the account book away again - she couldn't keep records anymore!

She immediately picked up a large piece of white paper and started writing on it, saying as she wrote: "I want Chang Lang to know his mistake!"

Then, he wrote a poem "Nine Looms" in a very eloquent manner:

"A loom, my husband goes to a banquet and leaves me. Before he leaves, he gives me thousands of words of advice, with a gold hairpin and jade pendant, and a silk dress dancing lightly, hoping that he will return soon.

Two looms, embroidering silk clothes in the dead of night. Every stitch is filled with love. The lamp is dimming, the moon is slanting through the window, where can I send my thoughts?

Three looms, golden cups and jade goblets filled with wine. Amidst the joyous sounds of music and singing, how is your heart? Have you ever thought of the time when I was drawing my eyebrows in the boudoir?

Four looms, spring breeze blows down old poems. We once promised each other under the moon and flowers, but now only I am left, sitting alone on the brocade quilt, thinking about you like a pillow.

Five looms, parrots in the hall imitate human cry. When I call you back, I lean on the carved railings, looking out into the autumn water, how many people understand my sorrow?

Six looms, red candles flickering in different shadows. I am sleepless and sad, mandarin ducks playing in the water, wings together, no one to accompany me in the long night.

Seven looms, leisurely flipping through books. Xiangru and Wenjun are good stories, I wish you would accompany me, love is unwavering, and we will never leave each other until we grow old.

Eight looms, I stand alone on the moon platform and look out to the horizon. The smoke is vast and the returning sails are far away. Climbing high and looking far away, the world is far away, where can I send my love?

Nine pieces of loom, love is as deep as the sea and cannot be changed. I look forward to your return. I have no regrets in this life, and my longing for you is endless, just because I am crazy about you. "

After finishing writing, Gu Li smiled proudly and said, "That's all I'll write."

"What should I name this nine-piece loom..."

"Forget it, forget it. As a punishment for him drinking and coming home late, let Chang Lang think about it, hehe."

After that, she picked up the account book with a happy mood and began to write it down. When she closed the account book, a pungent smell came into her nose. She frowned slightly, then raised her head and looked at the door.

Seeing Chang An rubbing his head, looking at her stupidly outside the door, she immediately sat up and rushed to the door while saying, "Hey, Chang Lang, what are you doing?"

"Don't come over here, Madam Gu. I still smell of alcohol." Chang An said as he burped. An unpleasant smell lingered on his palm.

"If I don't come over, Chang Lang won't come in!" Gu Li was standing in front of him at this time, saying angrily.

"I can't come in..."

Chang An's face was a little red, not sure if it was because of the alcohol or the cold.

"How long has Chang Lang been sitting at the door?" Gu Li leaned over slightly and pulled him.

"Probably half an incense stick ago."

"It's been so long, come in quickly - Zhen'er! Bring me the sobering soup!" Gu Li pulled him and asked him to get up.

Afterwards, Gu Li pulled Chang An to sit in front of the desk, and he also resisted the stimulation of the smell of alcohol and sat in his arms.

"Don't I stink?"

"Smelly."

Chang An smiled, and in a daze he smelled the faint fragrance of Gu Li's hair, "You already know it stinks, why do you still want me to hold you?"

"I miss you." Gu Li leaned on Chang An, then picked up the poem paper she had just written with her little hand, put it in front of Chang An, and said, "Chang Lang, look!"

"Is it the 'Nine Looms' that Gu Niang just wrote?"

"Of course, look, look! Hurry up, hurry up!"

Gu Li fluttered in Chang An's arms, and Chang An couldn't resist, so he took the paper and read it. Although Chang An drank a little too much, he still understood the content of the poem. He raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"Mother Gu, the poem you wrote is too official. It's full of poetry and prose. I can't understand it."

Gu Li took the poem and said, "Then I will explain it to Chang Lang, okay?"

"Okay." Chang An resisted the urge to kiss her and nodded.

Gu Li cleared his throat and said, "This poem is very simple..."

"I miss you......"

Chang An smiled, and then deliberately asked: "How much do you miss it?"

"Well... I miss you so much, I don't know how much I miss you, my mind is full of Chang Lang." Gu Li kissed Chang An on the face, but after the kiss, he said with disdain:

"Chang Lang's face stinks, I don't like it!"

Chang An gently scratched the tip of Gu Li's nose, then said, "Okay, I'll take a shower later."

"Okay! Then I'll go back to my room and wait for Chang Lang."

Chang An nodded, then put Gu Li aside, stood up and walked to the door, blowing the cold wind for a while. Zhen'er came with the hangover soup. Then he said, "Sir, this is your hangover soup. Huaiqin has taken your clothes to the bathroom. After drinking the hangover soup, you can go directly to the bathroom to take a bath."

Chang An groaned, took the hangover soup, and drank it all in one gulp. Just as he was about to leave, Gu Li suddenly seemed to recall something and said, "By the way, Chang Lang, wait a minute."

"what happened?"

"I haven't come up with a name for this piece of music, 'Nine Looms'. Can Chang Lang help me come up with one?"

Chang An stood at the door and thought for a while before saying, "How about calling it "Missing You"?"

"Because I missed you, too."

"Yeah!" Gu Li smiled at this time. After watching Chang An leave, he added three words directly after "Nine Looms" -

"miss you".