Sister, you traveled through time too?

It was almost noon when Tang Xiaoyu woke up.

After washing up, Tang Xiaoyu had lunch with Qiuzhe. Thinking of the crazy lovemaking last night, she always felt it was unreal.

But the aches and pains in my body and the ambiguous marks on my collarbone are both extremely real.

Her beautiful face is so charming that I just want to say Niu Bi.

Did the original owner eat so well?

It feels so comfortable.

After spending so many years with her finger girl and learning a lot of theoretical knowledge, Tang Xiaoyu finally experienced actual combat.

How wonderful.

He immediately asked all the servants in Qiu Shui Ju's courtyard to go and collect their reward money.

He also specially picked out an inkstone bestowed by the emperor from the warehouse for Qiuzhe.

But she also felt it was not enough. After all, he was her first man, so it was always different.

He immediately asked his servants to carry four or five pieces of the best floating brocade and a piece of snow fox fur that he had obtained last year to Qiu Shui Ju.

He still felt it was not enough, so he stuffed a big box of gold leaves into Qiuzhe's pocket for him to enjoy.

This made the servants of Qiu Shui Ju very happy. Who could say that His Highness didn't have their master in his heart?

Who dares to neglect their master?

"Master, His Highness still has you in his heart. He wore old clothes to see me last night, and gave me so many gifts today."

Qiuzhe's personal servant Jin Bao said happily.

Qiuzhe just played with the gold leaves in his hand, smiling gently and thinking about the past.

Qiuzhe was born on the day of the beginning of autumn. He grew up with his master, the Medical Immortal. He has no name.

The master simply called him "Qiu".

His master passed away when Qiuzhe was sixteen. He made a living by selling medicine in the shop left by his master, and his life was very difficult.

As misfortunes never come singly, he offended other colleagues and was beaten nearly to death.

Fortunately, he met His Highness who rescued him and brought him back to the palace. At that time, His Highness had just come of age and started his own household. He was full of curiosity about everything and always liked to wear men's clothes and run around everywhere.

She saved him and often kept him by her side, and they grew increasingly close.

He still remembered that the princess asked him if he was willing to stay with her for the rest of his life and be her servant.

Although no four guests were invited to a banquet in the mansion that year, a banquet was held and wine was served as a gift. Even the emperor summoned him to the palace and gave him a red envelope and treasures.

He has been His Highness's man for all his life.

She said that "Zhe" was a very good word, and said that he had lived a hard life in the past, and she only hoped that he would have a smooth and prosperous life in the future.

From then on, Qiuzhe had a name.

In the first autumn after the wedding, she transplanted a persimmon tree full of fruits for him and planted it in the courtyard of Qiu Shui Residence.

She said, may everything go well for him, year after year.

The branches were full of yellow persimmons, and she ordered people to hang the entire persimmon tree with gold leaves wrapped in gold threads.

She said that golden things are luxurious and auspicious, and she wished him good luck every day.

He also said that gold and other things were precious, just like his position in her heart.

It is said that every year at the beginning of autumn, the persimmon tree in the yard will be hung with golden leaves to pray for Qiuzhe.

She said that her Qiuzhe must be golden, shining, and bring success in everything.

He remembered that the prince was dressed in a fiery red and rode a black precious horse that ordinary men dared not ride to save him.

The feng shui of the imperial city is good for health. His Highness promised him a life of prosperity and, considering his difficult childhood, he promised not to let him go to jail.

During those years, she really thought of Qiuzhe no matter what.

But perhaps people's hearts are fickle, or perhaps no one can always remain the same as before.

In the past two years, perhaps because the novelty had worn off, the princess had been traveling around, often lingering in brothels and mansions. The number of times she had been in his courtyard could be counted on one hand.

All the vows made when they were in love no longer count, and the persimmon tree in Qiu Shui's yard hasn't been covered with golden leaves for a year or two.

The servants gradually began to treat him with disrespect, and were not allowed to see His Highness many times.

Most of the household affairs in the mansion are still in the hands of His Highness. He takes care of the trivial matters all year round, like a diligent old butler.

He thought that he might have to spend the rest of his life alone in this mansion, and that the prince would never think of him again, but he didn't expect that the prince would come.

Come see him.

He remembered that the prince's eyes and eyebrows had always been cold in the past two years. He no longer liked men's clothes as much as he did when he was young. He began to wear complicated formal clothes and the heavy headgear that he once hated.

The princess no longer enjoyed riding her horse, and her eyes were filled with cruelty and hatred that he had never seen before.

He always wondered what was wrong with His Highness and was very worried and blamed himself. He didn't know what had made his Highness change.

He could never believe that the prince, who was dressed in fiery red and ran freely in his youth, would suddenly become like this.

How could people suddenly become so strange? He didn't understand.

But just yesterday, his Highness was wearing old clothes, his eyes were gentle and affectionate, and he was in a trance for a long time.

He always hoped that His Highness would come to see him again, even just for a moment, but he never expected that he would really see His Highness again.

His Highness has curved eyebrows and eyes that are clear and bright, as beautiful as ever.

His Highness is back, that free, bright, and unrestrained Highness, that bright-eyed and carefree Highness, is back.

Qiuzhe was filled with thoughts and stood in a daze under the persimmon tree. When he came back to his senses, he sighed that it was time for the fruits to ripen again.

The gloom disappeared from his brows, and he gently hung the first golden leaf of the past two years on the persimmon tree.

……

After Tang Xiaoyu finished his meal and returned to his Huayu Pavilion, he was told that General Xia was visiting.

"Your Highness, I think General Xia is tall and strong, really scary." Cuizhi whispered in Tang Xiaoyu's ear.

Tang Xiaoyu was still immersed in the romantic night he had last night and didn't hear what Cuizhi was muttering.

She really didn't understand how the original owner could ignore her gentle, virtuous, pure and affectionate little husband?

What a waste of resources.

That waist, that leg, that... cough cough...

In short, Tang Xiaoyu would definitely not let such a gorgeous guy stay alone in an empty room.

She had a smile on her face and didn't listen carefully to what Cuizhi and Cuiling said.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?" Cui Ling had already combed Xiaoyu's hair again. Seeing Xiaoyu in a daze, she called softly.

Only then did Tang Xiaoyu come to his senses.

"How long have you been waiting, General?" asked Tang Xiaoyu.

"About a cup of tea." Cui Ling replied.

Xiaoyu didn't want to drag it out, she just looked at herself in the mirror wearing a dark orange robe, and inexplicably thought of Qiuzhe who was wearing an orange robe last night.

It is really unforgettable.

She smiled to herself, then walked leisurely towards the tea room in the guest house.

The flowers and plants in the guest house were well tended, and the tea room was covered with a snow-white rabbit-fur carpet, on which the afternoon sun fell dappled.

Xia Jie held the cat quietly, sitting lazily and casually on the chair, with spots of light falling ambiguously on his eyebrows and lips.

The ordinary pot of tea and boiling fire also seem particularly charming at this moment.

Tang Xiaoyu had a panoramic view.

She could imagine Xia Jie fighting bloody battles on the battlefield, and she could imagine his arrogance, wildness and bloodthirstiness.

But the little general in front of him, who was as quiet as a picture and holding a cat while making tea, was quite a contrast.

Tang Xiaoyu smiled to himself.

She thought that people might have forgotten that this man who had killed countless enemies and was known as the Iron-faced General came from a noble family.

Xia Jie was a gentleman with extraordinary knowledge and proficiency in the six arts since childhood.

The original novel only briefly described the personalities of these supporting characters, but Tang Xiaoyu found them lovable only after he really got to know them.

This cuteness does not refer to anything else, I just feel that living people and things are so different, much more vivid and cuter than words.

"General, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Tang Xiaoyu said as he walked into the door with a smile.

When Xia Jie saw her coming, he put away his lazy look and greeted her.

Then he smiled and teased, "Your Highness is so forgetful. It's so boring to leave me alone in the tea room."

The black one in his arms also meowed twice in dissatisfaction.

Heizi: Meow meow meow meow (Humph, I’m afraid you’ve forgotten me)

Tang Xiaoyu smiled happily and touched Heizi's head to comfort him.

"How could that be? I have to tidy myself up before I can see the general." Xiaoyu said obediently, her eyes bright and cunning. She was indeed like a cat.

"I am deeply honored to receive such courtesy from Your Highness." Xia Jie emphasized the word 'courtesy' on purpose, his words full of sarcasm.