Childbearing System: I have to be the one to capture the child of destiny

A pressed flower came with the envelope.

The flowers are arranged in an orderly manner, and even the few of them create a sense of elegance.

Very special pressed flowers.

Zhao Yuan suddenly realized that his wife was a woman from a noble family.

Girls from aristocratic families learn poetry and songs from a young age, so it goes without saying that they are very good at writing. Moreover, because the family has been passed down for thousands of years, the children of aristocratic families all have a proud character.

He seemed to know how to please Xie Nianbai.

......

Xie Nianbai was arranging flowers while cutting off the divergent branches with scissors.

"Madam," Liu Yuan came to deliver the letter again.

Qu Niang has become accustomed to the daily letters from the prince these days.

Xie Nianbai opened it casually.

After several days of correspondence, Zhao Yuan's letter-writing skills gradually improved.

Today's letters no longer look like marching notes.

"Didn't the lord say that he would be back in a few days?" Qu Niang felt that the lord had not returned for a long time.

"Your Excellency said that we encountered another team and will be delayed for a few days." These are what Zhao Yuan mentioned to Xie Nianbai in the letter.

Qu Niang was holding the brocade box given to her by Liu Yuan.

It is said that the prince brought it back along with the letter.

When he opened the brocade box, there lay a wooden hairpin inside.

"Why did your Excellency give your Madam a wooden hairpin?" Qu Niang curled her lips, fearing that the brocade box that contained the hairpin was more valuable than the hairpin itself.

My fingers gently stroke the hairpin, which is delicate and smooth.

"The Lord said that this is a hairpin he carved."

There were several petals on the hairpin, and Xie Nianbai couldn't tell what kind of flower it was.

The letter said that it was his first time carving and his carving was not very good.

It's really not that good. Apart from being smooth and not cutting your hands, it can't be said to be beautiful at all.

"Qu Niang, go find Butler Liu and ask for some green sandalwood."

......

Zhao Yuan received a green sandalwood hairpin that was clearly elegant.

The head of the hairpin is designed with flowing cloud patterns.

This is a hairpin made by Xie Nianbai himself.

It is countless times better than that weird wooden hairpin he made.

Zhao Yuan touched the tip of his nose and felt that he really couldn't give away his gift.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yuan changed his hairpin the next day.

"Your Highness's new hairpin is very unique!"

Zhang Ke noticed the difference in Zhao Yuan's hairpin with his sharp eyes.

Zhang Ke knew that Zhao Yuan was making a hairpin for his wife.

However, this hairpin was obviously not for a beginner like Zhao Yuan, so Zhang Ke boldly guessed that this was a return gift from the lady to the prince!

"Yes, the lady gave it to me."

There was a hint of pride in his words, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Zhang Ke was surprised and looked sideways. He secretly hoped that the prince and his wife could have a harmonious relationship, so he tried his best to bring them together.

But he originally thought that the prince did not like his wife very much. After all, the impression that the prince abducted Xie Nianbai to be his wife because he coveted her beauty was already deeply rooted in everyone's mind.

When he asked you before if you didn't want to deepen your relationship with your wife, what he really meant was that your wife would take the initiative to throw herself into your arms.

Just ask yourself, which man in the world doesn’t want such a rare beauty to throw herself into his arms?

He was being tactful.

But unexpectedly, things don’t seem to be the case?

Zhang Ke went to ask Zheng Jianyan, who waved his feather fan and said, "I have been alone for forty years. You asked the wrong person. Why don't you ask Song Ji?"

Song Ji touched his chin and said, "If a beauty like Madam gave me something, I would be as happy and smiling as you, my lord.

Isn't this normal? What's the difference? You don't think the prince likes his wife?

I tell you, this is just a temporary craze. It is hard to last. If a woman as beautiful as your wife appears at this moment, guess what your Excellency will do..."

When Zhang Ke heard this, he knew that he had asked the wrong person this time. He kicked Song Ji and left with a sigh when he passed by Cui Jingyi who had not yet figured it out.

Among the people around the prince, he is the only one who is concerned about the prince's lifelong affairs!

Zhang Ke, aware that he had an important responsibility, bought a storybook to study overnight!

......

Unlike in the past when she let her hair down naturally, today Xie Nianbai tied her hair into a loose bun slanting at her ears, gathered her hair on one side, and gently inserted a wooden hairpin in her hair.

Liu Yuan sent the daily letters again.

We arrived a little late today.

Xie Nianbai sat in the yard, reading in the moonlight.

It's some nagging.

He became more and more talkative.

These days the letters are getting longer and longer.

"We will set off the day after tomorrow and arrive in Jingzhou in about three days."

"Today I see a bright and bright moon overhead, as bright as a silver plate. It is another full moon."

"My thoughts of you are like the full moon. May you be well."

Xie Nianbai looked up at the sky. The moon was full in the sky. The waxing and waning of the moon had its own laws that never changed.

......

Zhao Yuan felt that the last sentence was,

"My thoughts of you are like the full moon. May you be well."

Xie Nianbai would definitely be moved.

This is a line from a poem borrowed by Zhao Yuan.

"Since you left, I have stopped caring about the remaining machinery.

My thoughts of you are like the full moon, which becomes less bright every night.

It was originally about the loneliness of a wife at home and her longing for her husband after he went away.

Zhao Yuan, in turn, expressed his thoughts for Xie Nianbai. Although it was only one sentence, and he had changed it a little, Zhao Yuan knew that Xie Nianbai must know the source and would be able to understand the implication of his words.

The implicit and tactful expression of emotions is definitely a style that Xie Nianbai would like.

Moreover, the moon was full during these few days, and Xie Nianbai was moved just by reading the letter.

She will like it, right?

She will like it.

Three days later, Zhao Yuan arrived in Jingzhou at night and immediately rushed back to the Marquis of Yan's Mansion.

He was sitting on the horse and saw Xie Nianbai's figure under the lantern in Yanhou Mansion from a distance.

She had wide sleeves and a cinched waist, and her black hair hung in a bun.

Inserted diagonally in her hair was the wooden hairpin he gave her.

There is a warm and soothing feeling in my heart.

"Why are you outside?"

Zhao Yuan handed the horse's reins to Liu Yuan, then naturally walked over and took Xie Nianbai's hand.

"Waiting for you, my Lord."

Xie Nianbai could feel the rough calluses on Zhao Yuan's palms.

Zhao Yuan held Xie Nianbai's hand and felt as if he was holding a piece of soft jade, so soft and smooth that it was unbelievable.

In the past, Xie Nianbai and Zhao Yuan had not noticed this change in each other, but today, they both noticed it at the same time.

It may be a change in mood.

Or maybe the air is too quiet tonight.

From the corner of his eye, he could see that Xie Nianbai's plain figure was slender and thin, with his long black hair hanging in front of his chest, curving in an arc.

Xie Nianbai is a woman with a curvy figure and a graceful body.

The comfort in Zhao Yuan's heart gradually became hot.

It was as if he recalled the soft touch of his hand brushing against her chest.

It was a place that was softer and more delicate than her hands.

Xie Nianbai sensed that there was something wrong with Zhao Yuan's gaze and looked over in confusion.

"Your Excellency..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhao Yuan picked her up horizontally.

Zhao Yuan couldn't wait to press her down on the bed, and the tied curtains opened by themselves due to the shaking of the bed.

The bed is full of black hair and red marks.

The layers of curtains make it hard to sleep at night.