Remarry 9,000 Years Old

In the winter nights in Beijing, water turns to ice. Now the night has fallen and every breath is a breath.

Shen Nanqiao's words were originally a little vague, and with the addition of mist, their facial features were all shrouded in mist, making them even less clear.

But Ning Su was so perceptive that he heard every word just now.

He couldn't help but frown, wondering if those people had told her anything else?

The girl is not a careless person and is actually very calculative in private.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from looking at faces, the only thing that has not changed is this.

When she was five or six years old, she dared to find fault and drive away the wet nurse who bullied her.

When I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I naturally dared to ask in front of the treacherous ministers who were feared by the whole world: Am I a substitute?

Ning Su raised the corner of his lip and changed the subject.

"Do you think I treat you well?"

Shen Nanqiao drooped his eyelashes.

"There is probably no one in this world who treats me better than you."

She lowered her head and did not notice the corners of Ning Su's mouth that were getting more and more upturned. He was like an experienced hunter, tempting her with every word.

"Really? What's good about it?"

Where is the good?

Did he risk his life to go out of town to get medicine for her in his previous life?

Did he agree to her without hesitation at the wedding banquet in this life?

Or do you pave the way for her and help her with every detail?

Everything he had done suddenly came to her mind. She had been steadfast, but Ning Su treated her differently.

But when he heard people say that he looked very similar to the Ninth Princess when she was young, his firm belief suddenly wavered.

She raised her head and looked at the person who was one step away in the moonlight, with a rare uncertainty in her tone.

“Is it really similar?”

Ning Su's peach blossom eyes were filled with smiles.

"If I say yes, will you pack up and go back to your parents' home without looking back?"

Shen Nanqiao seemed to think about it seriously, and suddenly smiled.

"No, that won't work. If I pack up and leave, I'll make room for them." She raised her head, her eyes shining, "I will firmly hold on to this territory and not give up an inch of it."

The smile on Ning Su's face paused, then widened a little more.

He sighed very softly, as if a feather was sliding across his heart.

She refused to give up an inch of land. If she knew her true face, would she still be so determined?

Shen Nanqiao was used to seeing Ning Su's confident look, so he felt a little uncomfortable when he suddenly fell silent.

She took half a step forward, and the distance between them suddenly became narrow.

Ning Su didn't hide, wanting to see what she was going to do.

He saw the drunken girl staring at his face, then suddenly reached out her hand and touched his face before he could react.

“It’s really beautiful.”

Ning Su froze visibly.

This expression, this tone, and even this movement, all clearly reveal a sense of familiarity.

The mischievous fingers slid from his eyebrows to the corners of his lips.

"How can we give up such a good-looking factory official to someone else?"

It was originally a very ordinary sentence, but when it fell into Ning Su's ears, it exploded silently in his mind like the fireworks at Longfu Temple on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month.

The little girl in front of him looked a little dazed, perhaps she didn't know what she was saying.

He reached out and restrained her mischievous hands, speaking each word slowly.

"So this is the face you're attracted to, is that it?"

Shen Nanqiao looked at him for a long time, nodded, and then shook his head.

"I just feel pity."

Ning Su has always been patient with her. He reached out and steadyed her crooked body.

"What's a pity?"

"Such a good-looking person actually came from the East Factory."

At first he was a little suspicious whether this girl was pretending to be drunk, but after hearing this sentence, he was sure that she was really drunk.

If she was even a little bit sober, she would never bring up this topic on her own initiative.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw her pounce on him.

"But if you think about it, it's a good thing that you came from the East Factory."

Ning Su was confused by her confusing talk, and before he had time to figure it out, she laughed again.

"If you weren't of this identity, how could you wait for me to show up?"

The words that Nanny Liu had just imitated came into Ning Su's ears unexpectedly. Although he was already accustomed to her shocking words, Ning Su's heart was still slightly shaken, and he had an indescribable feeling.

"If you didn't come from that kind of place, it would be impossible for me to have a son or daughter by now. I'm afraid you would have a large family by now."

As she spoke, she put her arms around Ning Su's neck and leaned her entire weight on him.

"I don't care what happened in the past, but now, the person is mine."

Ning Su became more and more convinced that the girl was indeed drunk.

However, he was not sure whether the meaning of these words was what he thought.

Since she married him, she has confessed this openly more than once. The more she does so, the more it proves that the girl has a pure mind and may not have those messy thoughts.

With a sigh in his heart, he resigned himself to helping the little girl steady herself and brought her back to the bedroom.

Linglong had been waiting at the door early in the morning. When she saw Shen Nanqiao being half-supported and half-carried back, she was a little surprised and hurried forward to lend a hand. Ning Su glanced at her indifferently.

"Go make some hangover soup."

Linglong has always been in awe of this son-in-law. She didn't dare to act rashly after hearing this and turned around and went to the small kitchen obediently.

Ning Su helped the man onto the bed, turned around, took a hot towel, and carefully wiped Shen Nanqiao's face.

But the little girl who had fallen into a deep sleep was mumbling.

"Pretty brother, I'll pick some fruit for you to eat."

Ning Su's hand, which was about to throw the towel into the basin, suddenly froze.

The past suddenly came to his mind. He turned his head and imitated the little girl's eyebrows and eyes.

Shen Nanqiao hasn't changed that much over the years. If you look closely, you can still vaguely see the charm of the past between his eyebrows, and even his widow's peak is still there.

He closed his eyes.

The face was so clear in his mind that he was able to quickly tell the difference.

He wrung out the towel and walked over, carefully wiping the man's face.

Perhaps because he had never done this kind of work before, his technique seemed a bit rough.

Linglong came in with a cup of sobering soup and was shocked to see this scene.

If she didn't know that her son-in-law had no ill intentions towards her young lady, she would have almost thought that he was going to suffocate her young lady to death while she was drunk.

"Son-in-law, let me do it." She suggested cautiously, "I am more comfortable doing this job."

Ning Su glanced at her.

"Bring the hangover soup over here."

As he said this, he helped Shen Nanqiao up and leaned him against his body.

Linglong quickly turned her head away, pretending not to see it, and handed over the sobering soup.

After coaxing her into drinking the soup and wiping the juice from the corner of her lips, Ning Su turned around and prepared to wash another towel.

But his attention was attracted by the dough figurines on the antique shelf, and he asked subconsciously.

"She hasn't lost this yet?"

Linglong put away the bowl and was about to walk out, but stopped when she heard the words.

"The young lady treasures it so much, how could she lose it?" She shrugged. "She personally asked someone to modify it. She said she was going to make it a family heirloom."

After saying this, I felt that something was a little inappropriate. With the status of a son-in-law, could he have children to carry on the family line?

Fortunately, Ning Su didn't take it to heart. He waved his hand lightly and let the people go out.

He raised his hand and picked up the figure. He could see that the facial features had indeed been altered. At least this time he could tell at a glance that it was him.

He carefully stroked his dry cheek with his fingertips, and then he heard an unexpected sound from the bed behind him.

"looks like?"

He was suddenly startled and almost crushed the dough figurine.

Then I heard the person asking the question continued to ask questions persistently.

"Am I similar to her?"

Ning Su turned back cautiously, but saw that the girl turned over in bed, apparently talking in her sleep.

He walked over slowly and stood beside the bed. The light highlighted her pink and tender face. She looked like a child when she was asleep.

Ning Su reached out and moved the fingertips that had just touched the clay figurine to Shen Nanqiao's face, repeatedly copying along her cheek. The action carried an indescribable ambiguity.

Then the factory official, who was known to be cruel and cold-blooded, sneered.

"Nothing like it at all."

small theater

Someone: Let’s not do that kind of thing.

Shen Nanqiao: That’s why I am Qing.