Peaceful Farm Life
Chapter 295: Husband, shouldn’t there be a limit to being presumptuous? _1

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Husband, shouldn’t there be a limit to being presumptuous? _1

An Jing: "..."

Calling him an old man again...

You call him that in private, fine, but now in front of the Crown Prince and some subordinates...

My dear, there should be a limit to how far you can go, right?

But why does nobody seem to bat an eyelid as if they’re used to it? What’s going on?

Could it be that whether in private or public, you always refer to the current Emperor as an old man?

Su Chengyu happily took the letter while saying with a tinge of disappointment, "Brother Yi, won’t you write one for me?"

Xiao Changyi looked at him askance, "Aren’t you already here?"

Su Chengyu immediately replied, "Even if I’m here you can still write! That way, as soon as I get back to the Imperial Capital, I can reply to you right away!"

Xiao Changyi responded with a single word: "Scram."

"Oh." Su Chengyu truly turned around and left, not even looking back once, his subordinates following without a flicker of emotion.

An Jing: "..."

Meng Zhuqing was still there, but Xiao Changyi, as if he hadn’t seen him, wrapped his arm around An Jing’s shoulder and entered the courtyard, then closed the courtyard door behind them.

Meng Zhuqing, left outside the courtyard: "..."

...

The most missed thing in winter is the warmth of the sun. On the fourth day of December, the weather was good: the north wind had stopped, and there was sunshine.

The winter sun, warming one’s body, was incredibly comfortable.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi sat in the corridor, basking in the sun. Beside them was a small table with a plate of melon seeds, a pot of clear tea, and two white porcelain tea cups.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi cracked seeds, drank tea, and chatted, thoroughly enjoying their leisure time.

Occasionally, An Jing would play a tune on a flute for Xiao Changyi, and once he learned it, they would play together.

Just as they finished playing a tune together, Shi Xiaolan came to visit.

It had been cold before, with the roads frozen over. Because of her pregnancy, Shi Xiaolan was much more cautious when going out, afraid of falling, so she had not dared to visit An Jing. But today, with the sunny weather, she came to see how things were.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Shi Xiaolan laughed, "You two don’t seem like farmers at all, living your lives so comfortably, eating, drinking, and playing music. What was that tune you were playing just now? It sounded so nice."

An Jing laughed, "Shepherd’s Tune."

Shi Xiaolan shook her head, "Never heard of it." Then, out of curiosity, she asked, "An Jing, how did you learn to play the flute?"

An Jing replied, "Of course, my husband taught me!" Before he went to the battlefield, few people interacted with her husband, and since he had been away for eight years, even fewer understood him.

So, this was an easy excuse for others to believe.

Once An Jing said this, Shi Xiaolan, who actually wasn’t very familiar with Xiao Changyi, immediately believed her and praised, "Brother Xiao is truly talented."

An Jing pulled up a bamboo chair for Shi Xiaolan to sit and poured her a cup of tea, then invited her to crack some seeds before asking, "What brings you here today?"

"In this cold winter, everyone is trying to keep warm. There’s not much to do at home, and I had wanted to come over before but couldn’t because the ground was icy. I didn’t dare to come out, and Fu Zi along with my parents-in-law didn’t let me either. They were worried I might fall and hurt the baby."

An Jing agreed, "They’re right, you should be extra careful now that you’re pregnant."

"Ah," Shi Xiaolan suddenly sighed deeply. "It’s a good thing I got pregnant, otherwise, my parents-in-law would definitely want Fu Zi to take another wife."

An Jing immediately sensed something was amiss and asked, "What happened?"