The breakfast food of the Gaomen nobles especially prefers to be lighter, there is no big fish or meat, but porridge, desserts, pastries, or pasta.
At this moment, there were ten items on the table, porridge made with bone broth and oil removed, four side dishes, cakes just made this morning, ginkgo cake, red bean cake, muffins, and There is a tremella and bird's nest soup, and finally there is a basket of steamed buns that are still steaming today.
Li Lin served her a bowl of porridge, and then gave her a ginkgo cake. He ate a steamed bun with the porridge. Seeing that she had eaten half a bowl of porridge and a ginkgo cake, he broke another half Give her a bun.
"Eat some, and drink the white fungus and bird's nest soup in a while. I asked someone to add some warming and tonic herbs for you, mainly for nourishing qi and blood. After removing the taste, it tastes almost the same as what you usually drink."
In the past, he didn't want to keep his eyes on her for too long, because he was afraid that he would be rude. Last night, after hugging and hugging her, he just felt that she was really thinner and lighter. No wonder her body has not been very good.
In the past, the little face was still a little pale, but after more than a year of raising it, the face was a little rosy.
"Oh." Su Wan didn't have any objections, and considering her appetite, she could indeed eat so much, at most, she could eat two more pastries before she couldn't eat any more.
"Can you finish the pastry?"
"It's okay for me to eat two pieces, and keep the rest. If you get hungry later, you can also eat two pieces." Li Lin is not very keen on pastries, but he can eat them, as long as he can fill his stomach. .
"But I can't finish it." When she was in the Jinning mansion, the mansion sent three cents of pastries every day, and she only ate a few pieces, and the rest was shared by the maids below.
"Let's leave it if you can't finish it."
"All right."
After the two of them had breakfast, Su Wan sent Xiao Sang Xiaoman down to rest, while she and Li Lin went to the front yard to offer a stick of incense to the ancestors of the Li family.
? When she entered the door yesterday, she covered her face with a fan, so she couldn't see her ancestors. Today, she naturally wanted to pay her respects, offering incense and toasting wine and tea. Similarly, her name must be entered in the Li family tree.
The wife of Li's Zilin, Su's Aguan, styled Pingwei, was born on a certain day in a certain year, and married into the Li family on a certain day in a certain year, and became Li's wife.
Now Li Lin is the only one in the Li family, and no one is qualified to preside over the matter of entering the genealogy, so the two of them simply handled everything and settled the matter properly.
When the matter was finished, Su Wan suddenly remembered something that happened yesterday, so she asked him: "Who changed the libretto when we visited yesterday?"
Hearing this, Li Lin also remembered: "The one who wrote the libretto, you can just call him Mr. Buju. He is used to chattering about the truth, and he especially likes some poems that hurt the spring and the autumn."
"He is in charge of the academy now. Although he is a bit annoying, I don't see much, and you don't see much."
"Then can this word be used?" The main reason is that there is something wrong with the previous sentence. Su Wan is a little worried. If the emperor is a small-minded person, he might have angered him by now.
The vastness of the world and the eternal existence of mountains and rivers are not available to ordinary people.
"It's useful." Li Lin didn't care, "It's just that someone said it was inappropriate, as long as Dong Jun doesn't care, who can come to trouble us."
"However, I see that his writing is not bad, it is better than simply praying to heaven and earth. Later, when Madam thinks of this, she also knows that this is specially written for Madam."
"By the way, I almost forgot one thing."
"whats the matter?"
"You follow me."
"Where are you going?"
"The study."
Li Lin took Su Wan away from the house where the ancestors were worshiped, back to the inner courtyard, and went to the study next to his bedroom.
Su Wan followed him, and seeing him come to the desk, rolled up his sleeves, rubbed the ink, and spread out the paper, as if he wanted to write something, so he asked, "What do you want to write?"
"Poetry."
"Oh?" Su Wan still wanted to ask him what poem he wanted to write, but he saw him dipping the pen in the ink with the pen hanging on the pen holder, and began to write. After a while, he wrote down the poem yesterday.
Seeing the last sentence, Su Wan blushed again, and said in embarrassment, "What are you writing this for?"
"Hiding."
He smiled at her, took out his own seal, and stamped it with a seal, "In the future, maybe I can take it out and think about yesterday, if not, the future will last forever, or I will be old, I am afraid it will forget."
After stamping the seal, he?Put this fan poem aside to dry, and then write down the Baitang Ci. After writing, also stamp the letter and put it aside to dry.
After finishing all this, he found a box on the bookshelf with a piece of rice paper in it, and he handed the paper to Su Wan. Su Wan opened it curiously, but saw that it was the little song about making up yesterday. word.
He smiled: "I asked someone to take back the little words from the biographer. Your and my things can't be left in other people's hands. At that time, we will put them together with the marriage certificate, maybe when you and I grow old When I see them, I can still remember them fresh.¡±
The marriage certificate has been kept for three days, and it can't be taken down yet. When it is taken down, it will be put in a box and hidden away.
"Madam, how about a name for this little poem? It just happens to be missing this."
"I'll take it?" Su Wan looked at this little poem, and was slightly taken aback, "But I'm afraid I didn't take it well."
This little poem is indeed very amazing. If it is changed to modern times, if someone composed this poem in ancient times, it would not be a problem for celebrities to go through the ages. Thousands of years later, there will still be teenagers and girls reciting it passionately.
May my husband live a thousand years, and my wife a thousand years.
If it is accompanied by a lingering love story, it will be even more attractive.
Maybe you can use this poem and this story to write a story.
"Of course Madam took it." Li Lindao, "I wrote the words, Madam named it because you and I did it together. As for whether the name is good or not, that doesn't matter."
The important thing is the meaning.
Su Wan thought for a while, and found it very reasonable. She looked at the little poem several times, and after watching it, she suddenly had a thought, so she took the pen from him, and wrote down the three poems of worry-free words. Character.
His handwriting is as clear and elegant as green bamboo. Her handwriting is not as good as his, but it is elegant and elegant, and it seems that it is quite harmonious with each other.
"Worry-free words." Li Lin's eyes fell on the last sentence, which was "I hope you will be well every year, and I hope you will be worry-free every year".
He smiled and said, "Madam is such a good name."
Perhaps there are many names in the world, and it is better not to have this one.
He also hoped that when she married him, she would be carefree and happy for the rest of her life, and that she didn't need to be too sensible, just like a little girl forever. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com