In autumn, the imperial garden is full of flowers and autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
Ginkgo trees are planted on both sides of the road entering the garden, and the golden leaves fall on the ground like a golden carpet.
Jiang Miao specifically asked her servants not to clean it up. She found an open space in the ginkgo forest, laid out a blanket, and prepared some food and drinks. The sisters' gathering did not need to be too grand, and the picnic style was more wild and comfortable.
Yingying Anyi and Xiao Jiangjiu were lying on another floor mat, and the three little ones were crawling around on the floor mat like a competition.
Jiang Miao and Shen Yanqing sat aside and looked at them with a smile. Jiang Miao also took a small flower to tease Yingying. Yingying was attracted by the flower and crawled over on her hands and knees. Then the unscrupulous old mother took a big step back.
She couldn't catch up even if she wanted to.
After going back and forth several times, Yingying lost all the strength to crawl. The little girl lay on the floor mat, pouting, and her whole body was full of grievances.
"Hahaha, if you climb up again, mother will give you flowers."
Jiang Miao bent down and brought the flower to her eyes, like teasing a kitten. The little girl forgot to eat and not to play. She raised her head and stared at the flower closely, but she really had no strength. She barely kicked her legs twice and stopped.
Moved.
"Ah!"
Mom, I want flowers!
Xiao Anyi beside him was very smart. Seeing that his sister liked flowers, he picked up a ginkgo leaf from the ground and handed it to Yingying.
"Ah...ah!"
Yingying is also good-tempered, and she can have fun playing with flowers and leaves even if she doesn't get flowers.
Just like that, the little girl's attention was diverted, and the three of them went to play with leaves together. Seeing that the little girl didn't cry, Shen Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Miao Ya was still a child at heart, sometimes even more childish than Ying Ying. He was afraid that Jiang Miao would make the little girl cry, and they would both have to coax her.
When Zhao Jing came in, she saw the happy scene of their family. The two little dumplings were so cute and adorable, which was really enviable.
He has to get married as soon as possible so that he can hold a sweet and soft little girl next year.
Xu Zilan caught a glimpse of his eyes and her ears warmed up. She also wanted a sweet-smelling and soft little girl.
Although Xu Zilan has a relatively cold temperament, she doesn't like her daughter to be like her, who loves to talk, laugh and have a lively temper.
If it were a boy, he would be good like her, with a more stable temperament and not so out of control.
Thinking about it, she walked to the floor mat, hugged her and kissed her.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. You've changed again. Please give me a hug."
Children all grow up in the wind, and every day is different. The two little ones eat more and sleep well, and they grow faster.
Yingying saw that Xu Zilan was playing with her. The little girl was very smart. She hugged her and kissed her cheek, which put a big smile on Xu Zilan's happy face.
"Yingying is so good."
Such a beautiful and lovely little girl, she will give birth to another child in the future.
They were chatting here, and Zhao Mingzhen and Han Feng arrived late.
The two of them didn't come on an appointment, they just met at the door.
The rouge-colored long skirt Zhao Mingzhen wore today was embroidered with white jasmine and had a silk shawl on the outside, which made her look lively yet delicate.
She wore a flying bun with several gold hairpins inserted into it, and the tail of the hairpin was a hollow butterfly, its wings fluttering as if it came alive.
Zhao Mingzhen walked side by side beside Han Feng, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses in her hand, which were the dried flowers Han Feng had just made in the past few days.
He hadn't thought about what to give today. The dried flowers bloomed longer, just like his feelings for Zhao Mingzhen.
Zhao Mingzhen still couldn't forget the past. She never thought that Han Feng was the little brother from ten years ago, and he still remembered her after so many years.
Privately, whenever she thought about it, Zhao Mingzhen felt sweet in her heart, but now that they actually met, she was too shy to speak, so she could only follow him with her head lowered while holding the bouquet of flowers.
"Tsk, tsk, look at Mingzhen's appearance, I'm afraid she's already been eaten by Han Wulang."
Not far away, Jiang Miao and others were cracking melon seeds and watching the fun, making comments from time to time.
"Then Han Wu is the same, he almost glued his eyes to Mingzhen."
Zhao Jing was not idle either, and the dignified emperor also gossiped with several young ladies.
Shen Yanqing was not interested in their relationship and just took care of a few children, quite like a nanny.
"Do you remember what happened before?"
Han Feng and Zhao Mingzhen were walking slowly on Ginkgo Road. Their maids and servants were all pushed behind them, and no one else could hear what they were saying.
Zhao Mingzhen knew that he was asking about the veil and childhood jokes. Thinking that she was young and ignorant at that time and wanted to be someone else's bride casually, Zhao Mingzhen's face became even hotter.
She lowered her head and her voice was quieter than a mosquito.
"Um."
Han Feng knew that she had remembered that his handkerchief was not in vain.
Zhao Mingzhen also likes him!
Thinking of this, Han Feng's face took on the willfulness and look of a young man, and the old and arrogant young man became bright and high-spirited.
"I have never forgotten it all these years and have been waiting for you to remember it. Zhenzhen, I am so happy that you still remember it."
Did he call her Zhenzhen?
Zhao Mingzhen paused in her steps and couldn't hold back the smile on her lips. Her mother had never called her that. When such an intimate name came out of her sweetheart's mouth, Zhao Mingzhen felt sweeter than eating honey.
"Idiot, what if I forget?"
It should be said that she had forgotten it. She was so young at that time and didn't understand anything. He could remember a joke in his heart. He remembered it for so many years. Zhao Mingzhen felt her chest sore and swollen just thinking about it.
If she never thought about it and married someone else, would he have to wait forever? What a fool!
Han Feng stood still in front of her, his eyes solemn as never before.
"I'll keep waiting!"
When he met her, he could no longer tolerate other people in his heart. He would rather be alone for the rest of his life than just make do with her.
But fortunately, fortunately, Zhao Mingzhen married him in the end.
"How silly!"
Zhao Mingzhen glared at him coquettishly. Although she said complaining words, the smile on her face could not deceive anyone.
Fortunately, such a fool belongs to her.
"It's going to be dark if you two hang around for a while longer!"
Seeing the sweet look of the two of them, Xu Zilan couldn't help but joke.
Zhao Mingzhen's face suddenly turned red. She quickly walked a few steps over and hit her with a pink fist several times.
"You're the only one with a long mouth, and Miaoya doesn't even laugh at me."
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't move your hands or feet!"
When Zhao Jing saw her sweetheart being beaten, she quickly pulled her cousin away and protected Xu Zilan behind her.
Zhao Mingzhen stamped her foot and sat down next to Jiang Miao.
"Zi Lan and my cousin are not facing me. Mia Ya, you are the one to judge. Are they going too far?"
When Zhao Jing pursued Xu Zilan before, she never made fun of them, but now she has become the target of ridicule. Even though she is thick-skinned, she can't stand it.
"Sister Lan is right, you are indeed a bit slow..."
