My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Chang An tried his best to coax the aggrieved Gu Li into a good mood. Huai Qin and Zhen Er came into the house with servants carrying food. They saw Chang An and Gu Li like this, but they had seen it many times, so they were just stunned for a moment, and then put the food on the table.

At this time, Gu Li reluctantly moved out of Chang An's arms. While eating, Chang An seemed to be thinking about something.

This went on for a while, then he put down his bowl, left the table, went to the courtyard, called a servant over at random, took out some silver and stuffed it into the servant's hand, then instructed him something.

After doing all this, Chang An returned to the low table to continue eating. Seeing Chang An like this, Gu Li asked, "What's wrong, Chang Lang?"

"Nothing, I'll ask someone to buy a sapling." Chang An said.

"Buy saplings?" Not to mention Gu Li, even Huaiqin and Zhen'er beside him were a little confused, "Are you buying saplings for planting?"

"Yes, we plant it in our yard." Chang An said.

"Why does Chang Lang suddenly want to plant trees?" Curious baby Gu Li continued to ask.

"It has a very important meaning." Chang An explained, "It is important enough to witness the whole life of Gu Niang and I."

For a lifetime! Gu Li's eyes flickered slightly, but soon, she used eating to hide her expression, fearing that her husband Chang Lang would see her and laugh at her.

After finishing the meal and watching Gu Li finish her medicine, Chang An took her to the courtyard. According to the original owner's memory, there was a small garden in their yard where trees could be planted. This small garden was just to the east of the pavilion, but now it was covered by snow.

Huaiqin and Zhen'er followed Chang'an's instructions and brought in a shovel and a small hoe. Chang'an took the shovel and spent some time shoveling the snow under his feet. At this time, the small garden was exposed.

Chang An used a shovel to shovel away the snow around the small garden, then loosened the soil in the small garden himself and dug a hole. It seemed that he felt the size was not enough, so he dug it a little wider.

After doing all this, the servant who had just been ordered to buy the sapling came back. Chang An took the sapling and first checked it: the trunk was thick, the root system was well-developed, the height-to-thickness ratio was balanced, and there was no damage. It was a good sapling. Chang An nodded with satisfaction and said to the servant:

"And fetch me a watering can full of water. The rest of the money is yours to buy some clothes."

The servant was overjoyed and quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, sir!"

After saying that, he turned and left to find a watering can. Chang An took the sapling, approached the hole to compare the size, and then placed the sapling vertically in the hole. He took the hoe and moved some soil to cover the sapling halfway. Then he lifted the sapling slightly and continued to fill the hole with soil. When the soil was almost filled, he stepped on the soil to make it solid.

Finally, Chang An scooped up some soil with a shovel and covered the roots of the sapling. At this time, the servant had already brought the watering can and was standing beside him waiting. He reached out and took the watering can, allowed the servant to leave, and then sprinkled some water on the sapling, and then put the watering can in a corner so that he could water it at any time.

After planting them, Chang An clapped his hands and looked at the saplings he had planted with great satisfaction.

"Young master, why don't you ask someone to plant the trees instead of doing it yourself?" Huaiqin asked when she saw Chang'an had finished his work.

"That's what you don't understand," Chang An looked at the sapling and replied with a smile, "I can plant other trees without doing it myself, but this one has to be planted by me personally."

"Chang Lang, what kind of tree is this?" Gu Li, who was standing next to Chang An, didn't care why Chang An planted it himself, because in her subconscious, Chang Lang must have his own reasons for doing so.

"This is a loquat tree." Chang An looked at Gu Li and replied, "The loquat tree represents a happy family."

"Really?" Gu Li's heart moved slightly at this moment.

"Of course it's true. When has your Chang Lang ever lied to you?" Chang An reached out and touched Gu Li's face. "I have a friend named Gui. He once planted a loquat tree in his courtyard, hoping for a happy family."

"So, what happened to Gui Langjun later?" Gu Li asked.

"He planted the loquat tree in the year his wife passed away. Firstly, it was to commemorate his late wife, and secondly, it expressed his hope for a happy family." Chang An said with a little regret, "Later, he wrote an article, in which there is a sentence:"

"There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife the year she died. Now it is tall and majestic like a canopy."

"That Gui Langjun is indeed a passionate man." Gu Li said at this time.

"But it's different for our precious Gu Niang," Chang An said with a smile, "We have a loquat tree in our yard, which was planted by my wife when she married me."

"This year, Gu Niang married me, and I planted this loquat tree this year. Let this loquat tree witness the life of Gu Niang and I, and that's why this matter is so important."

Gu Li listened, his eyes moved slightly, then he slowly squatted down, stretched out his green fingers, and gently stroked the branches of the loquat sapling. Thinking that this loquat tree could always witness his and Chang Lang's life, his eyes felt a little sore, but he still couldn't help but smile.

Gu Li looked at the sapling and was lost in thought until she coughed twice and slowly came back to her senses. She was about to stand up, as if she had been squatting for too long. Suddenly, her eyes went dark, but fortunately, she felt a familiar pair of hands holding her up. She leaned in that familiar arm, and after a little rest, she opened her eyes.

"Mother Gu, let's go back to the house." Chang An looked at Gu Li with tenderness in his eyes.

Gu Li also smiled at him, "Okay."

After returning to the house, Chang An helped Gu Li to the low table, poured her a glass of water, then sat aside and asked, "Why did you squat there for so long just now?"

"I...I'm looking at that sapling." Gu Li picked up the cup. He seemed to be feeling shy for some reason because he was going to be laughed at by Chang Lang again, and wanted to use the cup to cover himself.

Chang An seemed to see through Gu Li's thoughts, so he smiled. As soon as she finished drinking the water, he immediately held her in his arms and carried her to the desk. Then he picked up a collection of poems and asked lovingly:

"Chang Lang has to review his lessons. Would you like to read a book too, Gu Niang?"

"it is good!"

Gu Li took the poetry collection, and Chang An also took a book. The couple sat together again, each reading their own book.

The next day, Chang'an went back to the Imperial Academy to attend classes as usual, and after Gu Li saw Chang'an off, she returned to the courtyard. At this time, she saw the loquat saplings beside the yard again, so she walked over, picked up the watering can and sprinkled some water on it, looked at it for a few times, and then returned to the room to continue carving the jade pendant.

When Chang'an returned to the Imperial College, Zhou Xuezheng did not let the students review on their own like he did yesterday. Instead, he personally went over the lessons he had taught previously, one by one, and even explained the scope of the exam to the students in person: the Book of Rites, which was the main subject taught this year.

This was also a book that Chang An had not read much, because it was full of things about personal cultivation, education, or etiquette, and he felt uncomfortable reading it.

"When the great way is practiced, the world is for all, the virtuous and capable are selected, trustworthiness and harmony are emphasized. Therefore, people not only love their own relatives and their own children, but also ensure that the elderly have a good life and the young have a good job..."

Zhou Xuezheng was lecturing on "The Way of the Great Dao", and Chang An, who had learned this text in his previous life, rested one hand on the desk, holding his chin, and even felt like yawning. In order to avoid being discovered by Xuezheng that he was not listening to the class, he picked up the brush and started writing on the textbook again.

Huaiqin, who was sitting next to him, saw Chang An start writing again, so she secretly glanced at what he wrote out of the corner of her eye, and discovered that he had started writing Gu Li's name between the words in the article.

At this time, Zhou Xuezheng also glanced at Chang An who was writing something with his head down, then stopped teaching and shouted, "Chang Yonghe, do you understand this article?"

Chang An looked up when he was suddenly called, fearing that he would be discovered writing something on the textbook. He replied awkwardly, "I do understand..."

Zhou Xuezheng was about to ask him to explain the content and meaning of the article, but then he thought that this guy might really be able to do it, so he said instead:

"Then don't let your mind wander. You are you, and others are others. Don't let others wander with you."

Chang An laughed dryly in his heart and replied, "It is right to learn from Zheng's lesson."

Zhou Xuezheng looked at him again, and seeing that he had admitted his mistake in time, he could not say anything more, so he had to go back to teach. Seeing this, Chang An did not continue to lower his head, but could only hold up his face in boredom. He waited until the noon bell rang, and then Chang An packed up his things and took Huaiqin back home.

At home, Gu Li calculated the time and felt that it was almost noon, so she and Zhen'er packed up their things. At this time, she seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"Zhen'er, is Chang Lang going to take the annual exam tomorrow?"

Zhen'er thought about it and remembered that Huaiqin did say that yesterday, so she replied, "Yes, Sanniang."

Gu Li nodded and ordered, "Then Zhen'er, go to the kitchen and tell them to take some herbs from my medicine and make a bowl of tonic for Chang Lang. I'll just clean up here."

"Yes, Sanniang." Zhen'er replied, put down the things in her hands and left the room.

When the time came, Gu Li came to the door to greet Chang An as usual. But Chang An didn't know why she looked very tired today. When she saw Gu Li, she just forced a smile and kissed her, and did nothing else.

After returning to the room, Chang An went straight to the desk, picked up the book and started to review. Gu Li saw that he didn't even hug him after he came back today. Although he knew that Chang An was preparing for the annual test starting tomorrow, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Even after dinner, Chang An went straight back to his desk and continued reading the Book of Rites. If his original owner didn't have much knowledge of the Book of Rites in his memory, he wouldn't have to cram like this. Even if the original owner had a photographic memory, it would probably take some effort to read a whole book of the Book of Rites.

Seeing him like this, Gu Li couldn't help feeling distressed, so he put on his cotton-padded jacket, left the room and went to the kitchen, where he brought the tonic he had asked for.

Chang An just sat at the desk reading a book, and didn't even notice that Gu Li had left. It was not until a bowl of medicine appeared on the desk in front of him that he slowly raised his head.

Gu Li sat aside at this time, stretched out his little hand to take the book from Chang An's hand, and said: "I asked someone to make some tonic medicine for Chang Lang. Chang Lang, don't read the book for now, drink the medicine first."

Chang An looked at Gu Li, who seemed to be a little stubborn, so he smiled, picked up the medicine bowl and drank the medicine. Although the medicine was a bit bitter, Chang An still felt that there was some sweetness in it, so he asked:

"Why does this medicine taste sweet?"

"I was afraid that Chang Lang would feel bitter, so I put some sugar in it." Gu Li smiled at Chang An, then stuffed the book back into Chang An's hands, "I'll take the medicine bowl back and put it away. Chang Lang, you should read the book carefully."

"Okay." Chang An also looked at Gu Li lovingly and watched her leave the room.

But soon, he realized something was wrong: "Where did this medicine come from? And when I drank it, it tasted a little... familiar?"

Chang An thought about it for a moment, and then he suddenly realized.