When Hanjiang was riding the carriage downstairs, Dongnuan rushed over at a trot.
Like a cute little cannonball, it bounces directly over.
Hanjianglou has now become accustomed to it. He turns around, opens his arms, and hugs people generously.
Of course, among the others, Dong Nuan didn't go too far and just crossed her legs.
"Hmph, I will definitely be able to do it one day." Dong Nuan hugged Han Jianglou's neck and muttered softly.
The little girl's muttering was too soft, and Hanjianglou didn't understand it. He couldn't help but pricked his ears and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
I haven’t seen him for more than a month, and I feel that the temperament of Hanjiang Tower has changed a lot.
He used to look fierce and cold, but now he has become a bit bookish.
However, it still looks fierce.
There is no way, the height and weight advantage lies here, and this cannot be changed.
However, Dongnuan likes it very much.
"I miss you." Dong Nuan obediently leaned her head against Han Jianglou's forehead, then bent her eyes and spoke softly.
Hanjianglou was hit by this straight ball. He was a little dizzy and almost couldn't stand.
However, he finally controlled it and said in a deep and hoarse voice: "Well, I miss Nuanbao too."
"Huh?" Hearing the new title, Dong Nuan tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn't understand what it meant.
Hanjianglou originally wanted to wait until he got married before changing his tune. At first he wanted to call Nuannuan, but Gou Qingyun and the others beat him to it.
Later it was changed to: Nuan Bao.
It's just that the little girl was too well-behaved and too alluring, and he couldn't wait until that time, so he said it out loud without paying attention.
However, I never thought about regretting it.
He had wanted to call him that for a long time, but he was afraid that the little girl would reject him if he was too close.
But now it seems that the little girl does not reject him, but looks at him with lively eyebrows, seemingly with a bit of curiosity and a little teasing.
Although Hanjianglou's ears were red, his face was still stable, and his voice was still hoarse, but also sexy as hell: "My warm treasure."
Dongnuan felt that Hanjianglou was seducing her. Otherwise, why didn't she speak properly? Who could withstand this voice?
Even the bamboo spirit can’t help but make it like this!
This clear and lingering sound of "Nuan Bao" seduced Dong Nuan.
She couldn't help but rub her head into the crook of Hanjianglou's neck, and her soft hair even brushed against Hanjianglou's Adam's apple inadvertently.
The alluring Adam's apple rolled up and down quickly, but it was a pity that Dong Nuan didn't see it, otherwise she would have thought that Hanjiang Tower was a sure sign of seducing her.
Even the bamboo essence can't stand this rolling method.
However, she was still rubbing at this time, and said in a small voice: "Huh, little rascal."
Every sound of coquettishness has a different charm. Hanjianglou will not feel that Dongnuan is scolding him, it is obviously teasing him!
"Well, I'm bad." Hanjianglou admitted openly, then put his arms around Dongnuan's waist and gently put the little girl down.
With so many people watching, it really doesn’t look good to be held like this all the time.
Dong Nuan also understood that in this era, people were reserved, so he came down obediently, talking to Hanjianglou about the dishes prepared tonight.
Han Jianglou listened to Dong Nuan's words with a smile on his lips the whole time, and from time to time he raised his hand to help Dong Nuan tidy up her hair that was messed up by the wind.
The meal in the evening can be said to be very rich.
What the slaves in Zhuangzi are looking forward to most is actually when Hanjiang Tower returns at the end of the month.
For them, the return of the master means that the food of all the slaves will be changed in the past two days.
If the young master eats meat, they can also drink some broth, eat minced meat and so on.
The warmth in winter is not stingy, and there is always oil and water, but in the end it is not as good as the two days at the end of the month.
Therefore, everyone also likes Hanjiang Tower when it comes back.
Han Jianglou didn't eat much for dinner. He was very restrained, fearing that he would become sleepy if he ate too much and would not be able to read in the future.
After dinner, I sat in the hall with Dong Nuan, drinking Xiaoshi soup, digesting it first, and then going to study.
The process is the same every time I come back, and Hanjiang Tower is very used to it.
Dong Nuan also enjoyed it very much. He squinted his eyes and took a small sip.
She quite likes sour food, so she drinks this digestion soup almost every day.
Even though I didn’t eat much, it was a good bite.
Dianthus couldn't understand this. She felt that when she ate less, she drank Xiaoshi Soup, and the more she drank, the hungrier she became.
"Try some fruits, they come from the orchard." Although Dianthus gave some as gifts in the middle of the month, Dong Nuan was still afraid that Hanjianglou wouldn't be able to eat them.
Now he sat down and hurriedly motioned to Hanjianglou how much he could eat.
In order to make it easier to eat, Dong Nuan also asked Dianthus and the others to cut it into small pieces, so that Hanjianglou could still taste the flavor without finishing one piece.
Hanjianglou tasted a piece of peach that was slightly pink.
The pulp is soft, the taste is sweet, and the juice is very abundant. The moment it bursts in the mouth, Hanjianglou felt that he felt the smell and feeling of the entire peach blossom in bloom.
"It's very sweet." After Han Jianglou swallowed a piece, he raised his head and looked at Dong Nuan, who was just a small case away from him, and made a pun.
Dong Nuan understood immediately and was not shy. He tilted his head, propped his chin, and looked at Hanjiang Tower with a smile.
Hanjiang Tower is now more promising than before. Being stared at by Dong Nuan like this only made the tips of his ears turn red. His senses are still there and his face is still calm.
"There's something sweeter." Dongnuan watched Hanjianglou eat two more pieces, then motioned to Dianthus to bring the things over.
Hanjianglou had some speculations in his heart, but he was still full of expectations.
The little girl he likes carefully prepares a gift for himself, even if it is an ordinary stone, he is expecting and full of joy.
"Look, look, I've been sharpening it for more than half a month." The gift Dong Nuan prepared was naturally an inkstone that had been sharpened for a long time.
This thing is very labor-intensive to grind in the early stage, and even more labor-intensive to carve in the later stage.
Dong Nuan has been very busy this month, but he didn't forget to carve this thing out.
Of course, only one was carved.
With this craft, I could carve two of them a month, and Dong Nuan felt like my hands were exhausted.
However, these materials are expensive, and I don’t trust others to grind them in winter.
In addition, it is a gift prepared for Hanjiang Tower, so take your time.
The box containing the inkstone was opened, revealing the carefully carved inkstone inside.
The color of the stone is pure, the kind of black that is dyed ink, giving people a very calm and atmospheric feeling.
After the inkstone was carefully carved, the corners were specially treated by Dong Nuan, making everything round and smooth and not sharp at all.
Carvings on the edge of the inkstone are several bamboo trees blowing in the breeze. The bamboo joints are straight and the bamboo leaves are moving slightly, as if the wind is coming from afar, gently blowing the bamboo leaves and making a rustling sound.
Hanjianglou stared at the inkstone for a long time, then slowly stretched out his hand and gently brushed the small piece of bamboo.
Bamboo is proud, but it can also move with the wind.
Hanjiang Tower didn't know why, but these two words suddenly came to his mind.
Touching the slightly cool inkstone, Hanjianglou said in a deep and hoarse voice: "Nuanbao, this gift is really great."
It was so good that Hanjianglou felt a little uncomfortable in his throat and his heart was sore.
The little girl must have worked hard for more than half a month. Looking at the exquisiteness of the final product, you can tell that the little girl really put a lot of thought into it.
The purpose is just to sharpen an inkstone for myself.
