"Brother, let me eat it by myself." Yan Ziqing swallowed some of the millet porridge in his mouth, straightened his body, and wanted to take the porridge from Yan Ziruo's hand.
"No, you haven't completely recovered from your illness yet. How can you have the strength? Come on, open your mouth." Xiaoyan said as he flashed his outstretched hand, scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge and put it into his mouth.
Yan Ziqing had no choice but to obey and open her mouth after hearing the words. After a while, she had finished the bowl of millet porridge.
"Qing'er, sit down and wait for a while. I'll get some medicine for you." Xiaoyan said, covering Yan Ziqing with a quilt, then stood up and put the empty bowl on the table, and then picked up the three
I poured two pills out of the medicine bottle, poured a glass of water, and returned to the bed.
"Come on, Qing'er has taken her medicine."
Yan Ziqing had already seen the magic of these pills, so she took them obediently and drank them with water without any objection. Then she returned the water cup to Yan Ziruo, looking at him with big watery eyes, and asked curiously
Said: "Brother, are you really going to marry the Lord of the City?"
"Yes! The city lord has already prepared a pavilion for me. When you get better, we will move there." Yan Zinuo said with uncontrollable joy on his face.
When Yan Ziqing heard this, he was also happy for his brother, but...he hesitated to speak and looked at Yan Ziruo, fearing that what he was going to ask later would hurt him, so he gritted his teeth and hesitantly asked Yun Ziruo carefully.
He said: "Brother, what did the city lord do to you? What title did she promise you?" With his background as a slave, I am afraid that he can only become a favor, he thought with a heavy heart.
Seeing his appearance, Yan Ziruo knew what Qing'er was thinking. In fact, he had the same idea as Qing'er at the beginning. Unexpectedly, the result was so unexpected, "Qing'er, please stop thinking about it. The city lord will not treat me badly.
On the seventeenth day of this month, the city lord officially accepted me as his servant and lived in the Star-Zhailing Tower."
Getting a servant here is very simple. The woman only needs to choose a good day and give the man a certain gift. No other betrothal gift is needed (the betrothal gift is also divided into gift money and betrothal gift). Then she can directly bring the person into the house, even the banquet.
No need to show it.
"Really?!" Yan Ziqing sat up excitedly after hearing this. However, he was weak due to illness. As soon as he moved, his whole body fell down weakly.
Yan Ziruo was shocked when he saw this and immediately supported him, "Be careful, Qing'er, your body has not recovered yet, how can you move around? Is there any pain from the fall?"
"Brother, I'm fine." Yan Ziqing sat up again with the help of Yan Ziruo's hand, looked at him eagerly, and asked nervously: "Brother, is what you just said true?"
"Of course it's true. The city lord also promised me that when I have a child, regardless of male or female, he will immediately promote me to side husband." Seeing his happy look, Yan Ziruo couldn't help but reveal all his secrets.
, make him happy again.
Although the side husband and the waiter are both young masters, their status is very different. Let's not talk about other things. Let's talk about the treatment. In a wealthy family, each side husband can usually receive 5 coins.
There is only one gold coin for the side husband, but the side husband only has one. The more demanding wife will give even less. Of course, the side husband and the side husband cannot be compared with the main husband.
"That's great, that's great..." Yan Ziqing held onto Yan Ziruo's hand with tears in her eyes, and choked with excitement. Her brother was finally coming through.
"Fool, why are you crying? My brother is getting married. Aren't you happy for him? Why are you crying instead?" Yan Ziruo hugged him lightly and said with a smile.