I’ll Be the Male Lead’s Sister-in-Law

After lunch, Xie Xuanchen slept for a while before waking up.

His sleep time is getting shorter and shorter recently, and he can stay awake for about four hours a day. After Xie Xuanchen woke up, Mu Mingtang put a cloak on him and went for a walk in the garden with him.

It's a walk, but in fact, the vegetation is bleak now, and Vientiane is withered. There is really nothing to look at. The reason why Mu Mingtang still takes Xie Xuanchen for a walk every day is that exercise is more meaningful than enjoying the scenery, and speaking alone is more meaningful than relaxing.

After all, there are people around Xie Xuanchen and Mu Mingtang staring at them all day long, only when they close the door to sleep at night and when they go for a walk, they can have some personal space. Talking at night is not entirely safe, but to go for a walk outside. The venue is open and people can't hide in sight. It is more suitable for whispering.

Mu Mingtang secretly noticed that the tail was falling far behind, so he lowered his voice, tried to pretend to be a commonplace, and asked: "This morning, the emperor sent a reward again, so that we can cheat Jiang Mingwei. You say it should be. Do you accept it?"

"Accept it." Xie Xuanchen had expected it, and said, "He loves to publicize his reputation, and especially likes to use my infamous to set off his noble character. Anyway, it is not once or twice, just accept it with peace of mind."

"But, didn't he deliberately corrupt your reputation by doing this?"

Xie Xuanchen was a little surprised that Mu Mingtang had such a big reaction. He looked at Mu Mingtang and saw that Mu Mingtang looked so angry that he laughed, "It's okay."

After speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Mu Mingtang would not believe it, and added: "The name of the person is the one who controls the power. The benevolence, justice, etiquette, and trust were originally used by those in power to control those nerds. I don't study or enter an official position. , I’m afraid it’s only necessary to get fame when you get a wife. But now that you have a wife, fame doesn’t matter."

Mu Mingtang seemed to understand, she digested it for a while, and whispered: "Then we just accept it?"

"Yeah." Xie Xuanchen nodded, "Don't worry, there is me for everything."

These words were really reassuring, and Mu Mingtang felt relieved without realizing it. After she relaxed, she also thought about joking: "It's too much to think about us this way. It's obviously that we bullied someone, and in the end the other parent sent a generous gift, which is too much."

"It can be a little bit more." Xie Xuanchen said, "Everything has to be done once it starts. Since he has established this image of tolerance and generosity for himself, in order to unite his words and deeds, he must continue to fill the holes. You can pay for it. Buy what you like, no matter how much you spend, he will definitely make it up in the end."

"Really?" Mu Mingtang was surprised. Is there such a good thing?

Xie Xuanchen smiled softly: "You might as well try."

Mu Mingtang widened his eyes and looked suspiciously at Xie Xuanchen: "Don't blame me, I will take it seriously."

Xie Xuanchen was not very happy when he heard these words: "You don't believe me? Even if there are no outsiders, I won't be unable to support you."

"How come." Mu Mingtang hurriedly coaxed Xie Xuanchen back and said, "You are my savior, a hero of the world. It means to me that it is not bad for me to be a new parent. I just don't believe in myself, and I will believe in you. ."

Xie Xuanchen was very helpful when he heard the words before, and when he heard "rebirth parents", the eye knives flew out immediately: "Blind analogy, what rebirth parents?"

Mu Mingtang choked and retorted: "But that's how it is said in the drama. The life-saving grace is not rewarded, so I have to be a cow and a horse in my next life, and I will be a new parent. Anyway, I can report it in this life."

"The drama you watched is too old. Isn't it all about life-saving graces that are popular nowadays?"

"The drama you watched is too old. This is a drama that my parents dislikes."

The two of them didn't know why they started arguing about who was behind. They attacked each other, and in the end they moved out of the games that were popular when they were young to prove that the other party was too behind.

Mu Mingtang's native place is in Xiangyang, and he is certainly not as fashionable as the capital, but he is better than Xie Xuanchen. Xie Xuanchen was four years older than Mu Mingtang and it was fatal. In the end, the young child Mu Mingtang was slightly better.

Mu Mingtang was very proud after winning, she was satisfied, but seeing Xie Xuanchen not speaking, she was embarrassed to show her pride too obvious, so she had to change the subject, pointing to the only remaining colors on the side of the road and asking: "Look, What kind of flower is that?"

Xie Xuanchen glanced, blurted out: "Big Red Flower."

Mu Mingtang's prepared romantic feelings were blocked in her throat. She was taken aback, turned her head and asked inconceivably, "What did you say?"

Xie Xuanchen had to take another closer look, and then said: "That's right, it's big and red, isn't it a big red flower."

This answer was too strong, and Mu Mingtang didn't answer for a long time. After a while, she pointed to a tea plum and asked, "What about this one?"

Xie Xuanchen looked up and saw that it was also red, and said with reason: "Little Honghua."

Mu Mingtang was so angry that there was nothing to say. She almost laughed with anger, and asked, "Then my name is Haitang. If you were asked to call it, wouldn't it be Mu Xiaofenhua?"

After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, he found Xie Xuanchen smiled and became increasingly unable to restrain himself. She waited for a while, seeing this person smiling more and more happily, without any intention of stopping, and finally annoyed: "Are you still smiling?"

Xie Xuanchen would hold back, but when he turned to think of Mu Xiaofenhua, he burst out laughing again.

Mu Xiaofenhua, she can't figure it out.

Xie Xuanchen laughed. Although he held back the laugh later, his eyes were still shining, bright as stars.

Mu Mingtang was used to seeing him arrogantly and indifferently, as if even smiling with coldness, this was the first time she saw Xie Xuanchen smile so real.

Mu Mingtang suddenly felt distressed, even when he smiled "Mu Xiaofenhua", he didn't care about it.

Mu Mingtang said with emotion, "I originally thought that my father's naming level was too bad, now think about it, fortunately my father is not you."

"Girl, don't fight if you don't know how to compare."

"Shut up!" Mu Mingtang glared at him, took out the posture of a former master, and literally literate Xie Xuanchen, "I just referred you to Samei, the first one is Shuangju, not a little red flower. big Red flower."

Xie Xuanchen listened patiently for a while, and even followed Mu Mingtang's instructions to identify the roots, stems and leaves of the flowers, but couldn't tell the difference: "Really? How do I feel that they all look the same."

"It's almost there, you see, the stamens are thin and numerous, the petals are thin, there are no thorns on the branches, and the calyx is stalked, so it is a plum. Begonias are also red, but they are different from plum blossoms."

Xie Xuanchen was dizzy, what and what was all this. However, when Mu Mingtang talked about the begonia flowers, he seemed to open the conversation box, and said: "In the past, we planted a Begonia chinensis in our yard. It was just right when I was born. My father saw the flowers bloom densely and vigorously. So I named me Mingtang. I hope I am like a crabapple. I don’t have to suffer from the severe cold of plum blossoms, nor do I need to have nobleness such as lotus and orchid. Just make a tree of crabapple, which is easy to grow and survive. It only needs a spring breeze every year. Have a lively spring."

Chuisi Begonia, Xie Xuanchen has a headache. Even if these flowers have names, they still have classifications? In fact, he didn't even know what Haitang was.

But Mu Mingtang said seriously, slowly recalling more things: "Every year before my birthday, my parents would collect petals to make wine and bury them under the crabapple tree. My dad also said that he had to bury at least ten Seven altars of wine, let the man finish drinking when welcoming the bride, if he can't finish drinking, he will not let the welcoming team enter the door."

Mu Mingtang originally smiled and remembered, but slowly fell back. Her birthday wine was not buried in the seventeenth altar, nor did her parents see her getting married.

Mu Mingtang lowered his eyes, feeling very low. Xie Xuanchen suddenly asked: "How do petals make wine?"

Mu Mingtang looked up at him in surprise. Xie Xuanchen had no expression on his face and said, "Although I have not noticed, the gardener should have planted crabapples in the garden. I will look for them next year, and then bury the new and old together. . In such a large garden, it is impossible to bury your seventeen jars of wine."

Mu Mingtang's eyes were sour. Hearing what he said, his nose began to sore and he almost shed tears: "Okay."

After she finished speaking, she asked: "Will you come with me then?"

Mu Mingtang's voice was still crying, and his eyes looked forward earnestly, as if waiting for a lifelong promise. Xie Xuanchen stopped. He originally wanted to say that he might not survive next April, but with that look in his eyes, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

"it is good."

Mu Mingtang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if stars exploded in her eyes. Mu Mingtang thought about it and looked forward to it, and kept telling him how to make wine, how to use the fallen crabapple petals, and where to bury the wine. Xie Xuanchen had no romantic feelings since he was a child, and never cared about the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival or the flowers in the early spring. But at this moment, listening to Mu Mingtang's words, Xie Xuanchen suddenly became curious about what Haitang looked like.

What Mu Mingtang's father saw back then gave her such a name.

Since Taiyi Zhang was forcibly pulled aboard the thief ship, he had to take care of Xie Xuanchen's body. Because of too much eyeliner during the day, Xie Xuanchen simply turned the window quietly at night and came to Doctor Zhang for a pulse.

Today, after the pulse diagnosis, Grand Physician Zhang could not help but ask, "His Royal Highness, your body has recovered very quickly recently while packing things up. Why is this?"

Doctor Zhang probably knew his physical condition better than Xie Xuanchen himself. Because Xie Xuanchen took advantage of the doctor Zhang to come at night, almost once every five days, the pulse diagnosis was very regular. Taiyi Zhang has been practicing medicine for many years and has a very sophisticated experience. Although Xie Xuanchen's previous pulse was gradually strong, it was tepid and jumpy, as if it might improve immediately in the next moment, or it might collapse completely. However, starting from the past few days, Xie Xuanchen's pulse has improved steadily and quickly.

This kind of change surprised Doctor Zhang. He has been watching Xie Xuanchen with his own eyes these days, knowing that the medicine and diet have not changed. What is it that can produce such an almost impossible miraculous effect?

Xie Xuanchen retracted his hand and stretched his sleeves casually: "It's nothing, but I feel a bit regretful recently."

The doctor Zhang wanted to ask, what regrets? But Xie Xuanchen had already stood up, and seeing the expression did not mean to discuss in detail, the doctor Zhang also suppressed his curiosity, without asking anything.

Xie Xuanchen and Doctor Zhang nodded, and took advantage of the night to return to Yulin Hall. Obviously, Mu Mingtang didn't know about him going out at night.

If he guessed correctly, Mu Mingtang is now slightly tilted, sinking into the bedding and sleeping deeply.

The evening breeze was dying, and Xie Xuanchen saw the lights of Yulintang at a glance. It was his bedroom, where he was imprisoned, and his home.

Why regret it? His wife is named Tang. It would be a pity if he didn't know what Haitang looked like all his life.

He has to live at least until April next year to accompany Mu Mingtang to fulfill her birthday wishes and see what the world looks like when she was born.