Remarry 9,000 Years Old

After asking this question, both of them felt a little embarrassed.

But Shen Nanqiao was the first to come to her senses, realizing that she was the root of the matter.

If she hadn't been careless and got poisoned, Ning Su wouldn't have lost his reputation in his later years.

Although she was certain that this man had already belonged to her, she had never thought of consummating the marriage under such circumstances.

At least the scenery should be nice and the atmosphere should be good, and it would be better to have some flowers. Last night was really too passive.

Thinking of this, Shen Nanqiao sighed with a little frustration.

Before he even knew who the girl was that he had a crush on, he was already confused...

Ning Su watched her frowning and sighing from time to time, and couldn't help but become curious.

“Is it so difficult to answer whether it hurts or not?”

Shen Nanqiao, who was still deeply immersed in his own thoughts, was startled and subconsciously thought that the other party was asking if another part of his body hurt, so he looked up suddenly.

"How can you ask that?"

Ning Su was stunned by the yelling. Why couldn't he ask this?

When he realized that Shen Nanqiao might have had the wrong idea, he couldn't help but laugh.

Shen Nanqiao also realized that he had misunderstood, and his already awkward mood became even worse. Then he heard Ning Su's smiling voice ask again.

"Does it hurt, or doesn't it?"

Shen Nanqiao simply gave up.

"My body doesn't hurt, but my heart hurts!"

Ning Su had just taken a sip of tea and raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

The little girl stared at him intently.

"We've gotten married, and you've consummated the marriage, but you still haven't confessed to me. My heart aches more than the coldest north wind in winter!"

Ning Su became increasingly confused by her.

"I haven't even hidden my life story from you, right? Is there anything else you need to confess?"

The mutton hotpot had already cooled down a bit, and the greasy smell hit my nose, making me feel uncomfortable.

She stared at Ning Su without blinking.

"Think about it again, think about ten years ago."

At this moment, the powerful factory official suddenly had an idea. He looked at the little girl so close to him in almost disbelief.

"Do you remember?"

Shen Nanqiao said with a face full of pouting: "I'll remember it for a hundred years!"

Now, what was originally just a joke has been taken seriously for so long, which is not a good ending.

He glanced awkwardly at his newly married young wife and spoke tentatively.

"It's been so long, I actually forgot about it myself." He reached out and took a piece of food with chopsticks, and his intention to cover up was obvious. "How about we eat? It will get cold soon."

Shen Nanqiao didn't move at all, as if he would not give up until he got an explanation.

Ning Su had no choice but to sigh.

"If I tell you now that there is no such person, will you turn hostile?"

Shen Nanqiao sneered, the answer was self-evident.

The factory official, who had never felt that he was thin-skinned, felt embarrassed for the first time.

"Don't be angry when I tell the truth." Ning Su paused, "That little girl is you."

The long-forgotten past was forced to be unsealed, and there was an embarrassment like having clothes stripped off in broad daylight.

Ning Su just hoped that this topic could be quickly exposed, but unexpectedly Shen Nanqiao gave him a sidelong look with a half-smile.

"It is said that the factory officials are not good at speaking, which shows that the rumors are not true. Isn't this a very good way to evade the issue?"

Ning Su never expected that the little girl would not believe the truth he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

But Shen Nanqiao narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a bewitching tone.

"You don't have to worry about me settling scores later. At this point, I'm just purely curious."

To show formality, she even put three fingers together.

"I swear to God, I'll just listen to it and won't take it to heart."

Ning Su didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I didn't lie to you, it really is you."

"If you told me some other lie, I would believe it, but you said that girl was me. Why didn't I see you when I went to Pingyuan Marquis's Mansion ten years ago?"

The loneliness on Ning Su's face flashed away.

"Think about it again. Do you remember who saved you when you fell from the tree?"

Having said that, Shen Nanqiao became a little hesitant.

Her childhood memories were indeed a little vague. She only remembered that after she woke up, she was taken back to her mother by the wet nurse.

Although she was quite skeptical about Mrs. Hou's claim that it was Ning Ziyu who saved her, she really didn't know who the benefactor was.

So after Ning Su said this, Shen Nanqiao felt a little guilty.

But deep down she still didn't believe it. After all, it was just too much of a coincidence.

Ning Su had no intention of explaining further. He stood up, took out a small rosewood box from the treasure compartment of the antique shelf, and handed it over.

Shen Nanqiao raised his eyes vigilantly.

"You've learned how to coax a girl so quickly?"

If it wasn't the wrong occasion, Ning Su really wanted to give her the cold shoulder.

"This is the keepsake my mother left behind. I should have given it to you a long time ago, but I just forgot."

Shen Nanqiao opened it with disbelief, but saw a coral bracelet inside.

It is a very bright red color, and each bead is engraved with the Heart Sutra. The effort put into polishing it shows that it is definitely an ordinary product.

"It is said that the late emperor gave her a token of love, and this is the only thing she left me."

Shen Nanqiao straightened his face and wanted to make a joke about why they waited until the marriage consummation to take it out, but he swallowed the words back.

It seems that he wants to turn the page, so it is not appropriate to pursue it further. I can only slowly verify it later.

She reached out and put the beads on her wrist. The bright red bracelet against her snow-white wrist was breathtakingly beautiful.

"I heard from the old marquis that this string of beads is a token of love that has been passed down from generation to generation since the Empress of Emperor Gaozu. The Empress Dowager is unable to produce this thing, so she is not strong enough in front of this old minister."

Shen Nanqiao was originally admiring the beads on her wrist, but was startled when she heard this and quickly took the bracelet off.

She pondered the meaning of Ning Su's words and was a little unsure.

Since this is a token passed down from generation to generation by the Queen of Great Chu, could it be that Ning Su is planning to rebel?

She hesitantly looked up at the man in question, and saw him slowly drinking a sip of the turtle soup.

"Don't think too much about it. It's just a little token of my deceased mother-in-law's love for my future daughter-in-law."

Shen Nanqiao held the beads in his hands and seemed to be hesitant to speak. Does this mean that he doesn't want people to think too much?