The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1120 Extra: Lu Sangyu and Yan Xingchen (2)

Yan Xingchen was stunned by Lu Sangyu's sudden question.

She had bathed after dinner, her dark hair tied loosely at the back of her head with a plain cloth sash. She had taken off her official robes and was wearing only a plain cotton and linen dress, looking like an ordinary woman, with a touch of gentleness and beauty.

She was naturally beautiful, but her beauty was often obscured by the harshness of her court robes, causing everyone to ignore her appearance.

Tonight is different. Moonlight soaks through my plain cloth shirt. I eat a few salt-and-pepper peanuts with potato pancakes while drinking wine. A faint red flush rises on my cheeks, and I crush the cold moonlight in my eyes, dazzling my heart.

It was at this moment that Lu Sangyu's heart suddenly moved for no apparent reason. A slight ripple appeared in her heart.

He realized that he had spoken out of turn and was about to stand up and bow to apologize, but he heard her low and lazy voice say, "Actually, it's not impossible."

Lu Sangyu: “…”

I feel like I have let myself down and the other person down as well.

They agreed to work together to avoid being pressured by their families to get married and to avoid gossip from others.

The road is a bit steep now. Does it mean it's uphill?

Yan Xingchen smiled lazily, "I was thinking, the concept of inherited talent is quite mysterious. Lord Shi and Princess Haiyan are said to have inherited their grandmother's talent and have a photographic memory. You and I... are both destined to work hard... Oh, forget it, there's nothing to inherit after thinking about it."

Lu Sangyu raised her eyebrows slightly.

What does that mean? Are you still complaining? Is this going downhill again?

It's okay to be on the decline, but I need to talk about it. "That's not the case. In fact, most people in this world are ordinary people. People like Lord Shi and Princess Haiyan are a rare few. According to you, everyone is dead? We are mediocre, but hard work can make up for lack of talent. Besides, we are all people who have passed the imperial examinations, and we are no worse than anyone else."

"I've never been on the gold list." Yan Xingchen's eyes dimmed.

"You haven't been on the gold list, but you are more valuable than those who have. If you were a man, Xiao Changle wouldn't have a chance of winning the top spot."

"No, no, no," Yan Xingchen smiled, his eyebrows curved. "I know my own worth. Sir Xiao is indeed well-read and learned. Sir Lu is too flattering."

Lu Sangyu suddenly became curious, "Tell me, if Master Xiao hadn't gotten married, would you have found him as your companion?"

Yan Xingchen thought about it seriously and shook his head. "Master Xiao is too intelligent and sentimental. He's too sentimental and sad about autumn. Once, I saw him shedding tears over falling sycamore leaves, and I was terrified."

If you have that much time, why not do something else?

In summary, "Master Lu, you are the best. You are restrained, rational, know your limits, know when to advance and when to retreat, and have a sense of awe."

That night, Lu Sangyu suffered from insomnia, which was rare.

Yan Xingchen's evaluation of him kept turning over in his mind: restrained, rational, knowing the limits, knowing when to advance and retreat, and having a sense of awe.

Translated, it’s just one word: coward!

He was afraid of worldly opinions and bowed to moral codes. He was afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind, and he didn't have the courage to challenge.

Even the idea of ​​living with Yan Xingchen was actually due to his fear that others would see his true thoughts and affect the Lu family's reputation. So when Yan Xingchen proposed it to him, he almost agreed immediately.

Since that night, subtle changes have taken place between the two of them, as if spring breeze has broken through the ice.

Lu Sangyu returned home on time. After work, Yan Xingchen would take her maid Mo Xiang and plunge into the crowds at the night market, seeking the hot smell of fireworks.

Hold a bowl of salty and fresh tofu pudding, drizzle it with chive and chili oil, and eat it until sweat comes out of the tip of your nose; pick up chopsticks to eat cold shredded vegetables, the aroma of vinegar mixed with garlic juice splashes; then grab a freshly baked crab shell yellow sesame cake, sesame seeds all over your collar; finally, have a lotus leaf wrapped goose feet, the aroma of fermented glutinous rice wine permeates through the oil paper.

At first, Yan Xingchen always came home after eating his fill outside, with greasy food on his lips and the aroma of street food on his sleeves.

Lu Sangyu sat upright in the flower hall, with a volume of "Northern Wing Law" spread out on the desk, but his eyes were fixed on the porch. When he heard her footsteps, he quickly buried his head in the book.

But he couldn't help but twist the pages of the book and asked calmly, "What delicious food did you try today? How did it taste?"

He looked too serious, and asking such questions sounded like he was reviewing the Ministry of Revenue's tax register.

Whenever this happened, Yan Xingchen would hurriedly wipe his sleeves and mouth, and count them on his fingers.

Then he pushed a cup of warm tea over and said with a smile, "Remember to bring an extra portion home next time. The money will come from my salary."

Later, Yan Xingchen always took an extra portion home. Later, she would occasionally go to Lu Sangyu's office to wait for him to finish his shift, and go to the night market with him to eat the delicious food that had to be eaten on the spot.

At this moment, they both recalled what Princess Haiyan had said to them, "Spring comes with the singing of the orioles, the murmur of the brook heralds the summer solstice... In autumn, admire the swaying osmanthus trees, and at the winter solstice, boil snow to make tea."

What people said was so sincere and heartfelt at that time, but they didn't understand the meaning at all.

Sometimes after eating, the two of them wanted to digest their food, so they asked the coachman to drive the carriage back first.

They walked slowly homewards, facing the setting sun. Initially, they chatted mostly about business, then added their thoughts on food.

Later... they talked about the person in their hearts that they dared not touch.

Time is good medicine, it can slowly heal the wounds in one's heart. Seeing that Mrs. Lu and her stepfather were living a comfortable life, Lu Sangyu felt at ease.

In fact, ever since he ate that potato pancake, he rarely "missed" Lu in his heart.

When he thought of her, he felt a faint sense of nostalgia. As long as she was safe, he would be at peace.

Lu Sangyu also accepted her stepfather from the bottom of her heart.

Sometimes fate requires one to bow one's head. Perhaps if one bows one's head, the storm will pass. There's no need to be too persistent. The world has its own myriad of beautiful scenes to admire, Lu Sangyu said to Yan Xingchen.

Yan Xingchen listened to it and occasionally responded with a "hmm".

When it was her turn, she said, "I can't really say I have any wounds in my heart. I wasn't even close to that person, so how could I have any wounds? I don't even know his personality. His appearance is also vague to me."

After all, it was just a revolving lantern-like play that I created for myself when I was young and lonely, using a beam of light coming through the window.

In the play, she is the protagonist. Outside the play, she is not that person's relative, not even a supporting role.

It’s time to let it go! The two looked at each other and smiled faintly.

Over time, the night market stall owners all knew this greedy couple.

Wang Mazi sprinkled more pepper into the duck blood vermicelli soup, and Li Quezi added more sesame seeds to the crab shell soup. Everyone knew the couple's tastes.

No one knew that the one drinking soup from the coarse earthenware bowl and the one biting the sesame seed bun were two important ministers of the dynasty.

In the bustling atmosphere of the city, I am just an ordinary rich and idle person.

"You two have such a good relationship."

"At this age, they are still able to go out together. I guess their children must be grown up now, right?"

The couple smiled at each other when asked.

That day, Lu Sangyu quietly asked Yan Xingchen, "Tell me, at our age, is it too late to have a child?"