The little man of the champion family

Banfeng Mountain not only has the legend of the founding emperor's hunting ground, but also has a legend that Emperor Tianqi has been alone for many years, with no concubine or heir in the harem, until the hunting ground met a stunning beauty, the two fell in love at first sight, very affectionate, the beauty accompanied Tianqi The emperor fought in all directions and achieved a lot of good stories. Some people said that the beauty was transformed by a white ferret and came to repay his favor.

But who knows the truth, maybe only Emperor Tianqi who is in it knows, but so far, Banfeng Mountain has become a holy land of love for talented men and beautiful women.Every year, the Shangyuan Festival is the busiest time in Banfeng Mountain. The lights on the mountain illuminate the world of frost and snow, and grand gatherings are held, attracting many people to go.

"No wonder..." Su Qinghan pondered, no wonder Yue'er cared so much about divination, and was so pleasantly surprised when he said that he was going to save Fengshan.

"Yeah, there are still many people who meet their lovers in Wanfeng Mountain. I have wanted my wife and lord to go there a long time ago. You are so in love, you will be blessed by the Emperor Tianqi." Xiaomei said.

Su Qinghan sighed, whether to protect her or not is the next priority, he himself will not be affected by these, but he just hopes that Yue'er will not be depressed anymore.

However, it is impossible not to be depressed. Mu Yueshi's face turned dark again for several days, and the Ministry of Justice was completely silent again. Everyone wailed for the servant to reconcile with his wife quickly. They really couldn't bear the low pressure of being dead all day long. , It's too uncomfortable.

Su Qinghan had a headache, but a few days later, he miraculously saw that Mu Yueshi had returned to normal, but his expression became more silent and introverted. He didn't know what happened, and it was hard to ask, he just thought he was thinking about it.

It was once again a little buddy meeting in January, Su Qinghan accepted the invitation and came again, this time he naturally became the center of the crowd again, even worse than last time, before he came, someone was waiting for him at the door.

The story of him teaching Duan Muyun to subdue the usurper's mistress spread throughout the circle of young men in the capital. Everyone admired him very much and hoped that he could teach him a few tricks to win over his husband's heart.

As soon as Su Qinghan got off the sedan chair at An Guogong's mansion, there were two people waiting for him at the door, they took his arm affectionately and entered the door, Su Qinghan was so frightened that he didn't know what was going on with them.

The two introduced themselves, one is the wife of the second son of the Minister of Rites, and the other is the wife of the eldest son of the Minister of Officials, the two husbands don't like the younger brother, and they are usually ordinary to them, without special care, they just hope Su Qinghan Give them a trick to win the husband's heart.

Su Qinghan was sweating profusely, how could he help?This can't help at all!

Walking inside, everyone welcomed him like a hero returning home, and he was shocked by the truth.

Duan Muxue also supported her forehead and shook her head, "Okay, everyone, don't embarrass Young Master Su, I'm afraid he won't dare to come to us again in the future, there is no secret to win over your husband, instead of focusing on your husband, you can It’s better to put it on yourself, and it’s better to live a better life than relying on men all day long.”

Su Qinghan was taken aback for a moment, never expecting Duan Muxue to say that, what happened to them?Su Qinghan suddenly regretted what he said to Duan Muyun. He didn't expect others to be so easily influenced by him. What if it affects the progress of time and space?Everything has its own destiny, if a butterfly effect occurs because of him, what will happen to the ending?He will be more cautious in his words and deeds in the future.

He didn't know that what he said, to some extent, inexplicably reduced the battle between the palace and the house in the capital...

After Duan Muxue finished speaking, everyone sat down and continued to chat about some things. The second son of the Minister of Rites, Ping's wife Xiyu, said that the effect of using a balm was very good, and the hands were white and tender for several degrees. Xiyu shared generously, looked down and saw Su Qinghan's hand, and let out a oops.

Everyone's attention was attracted by him, Xiyu took Su Qinghan's hand, shook her head and sighed, and asked him: "Does Qinghan not take care of himself at all?"

Su Qinghan nodded dully, he is just a rough man, what else can he do besides getting up and washing his face with water?

"I can tell by looking at Qinghan's hands. Qinghan usually does farm work, and his hands are already worn and rough. If he doesn't take care of them, he may lose water and dry out, wrinkle and age, and his skin will sag. It will never recover in the future." Xiyu touched his hand covered with a thin layer of calluses, and said regretfully.

It is impossible for a farmer to have no calluses on his hands. Su Qinghan originally thought that his hands were still the ones that could be seen. Sujia Village is rougher than his hands, and thicker calluses can be found everywhere. Now that he said it like this, it seems that it is indeed a bit unsightly. Not enough?

"As the saying goes, the hand is the second face of a woman's little brother. Qinghan has to take good care of it, and this face? Has it never been taken care of? The skin is rough. I will send someone to give you some tomorrow. Skin care products, use them well, take care of Mu Zhuangyuan and love you more."

Su Qinghan nodded hesitantly, and lightly crushed the calluses between his palms with his fingers, feeling a little grudged in his heart. He glanced at the little buddies around him, all of them were the brightest at their best age, with brocade clothes, eyebrows and eyes, and temperament Elegant, he was out of place in it.

He never thought about whether Mu Yueshi would love him or not, as if in his heart, Mu Yueshi should love him, but many people are younger and prettier than him, he never thought that Mu Yueshi would love him There are so many other people, Yingying and Yanyan, and the princess also likes him, so why does he always like himself?

It was the first time that Su Qinghan had doubts about himself. He couldn't figure it out. He was always confident and elegant.

Yun Xingyu hugged him and chattered non-stop, and Duan Muyun also talked to him about the restaurant, so he could only gather his mind to answer their questions. The other brothers were very curious and decided to contribute to help Su Qinghan open the restaurant.

Su Qinghan was overwhelmed by flattery, he couldn't take other people's money casually, but the little buddies insisted on giving it to him, Mu Shilang's reputation for integrity was far and wide, so there was no extra money, the money was nothing more than sand leaking through the fingers to them.

Su Qinghan's kindness was hard to bear, and he suggested that everyone contribute capital as a partner of the restaurant. In the future, the income of the restaurant will be distributed according to the proportion of investment, and it will directly enter the joint-stock system.How could the little brother ask for it? He waved his hand and refused, but Su Qinghan insisted on giving it.

He returned home and looked at the bronze mirror for a long time. It seemed that his skin had become rougher, his pores were enlarged, and he had blackheads. He used to be exposed to the wind and sun every day in the village, and his skin was no longer fair. Although the wheat color is also good-looking, But it seems that both modern men and ancient men like fair skin.

His skin was obviously very good in his previous life. Even if he didn't take care of it, his skin was fair. It wasn't smooth and tender, but it was fair and delicate, and he didn't get acne.

The more he looked at it, the more disgusting his face became, and he was annoyed to cover the bronze mirror. He was so ugly. Yue'er will empathize with others sooner or later. Outside, there are many people who are younger and younger than him. He has a little advantage Neither account.

But he didn't know that his position in Mu Yueshi's heart could not be summed up by a skin, and it was no exaggeration that he was Mu Yueshi's god.

The next day, Xiyu sent his maid to bring him skin care products. Su Qinghan was so anxious that he didn't know what he could return as a gift. He didn't have any jewelry, so he couldn't just give him money.

His eyes touched the beef jerky drying on the rack, and without a word, he filled a bag full of clean cloth bags as a gift to him.

He opened the set of skin care products. He didn't know what the bottle and jar were for. He picked it up and found that Xiyu had carefully pasted a note on it and made notes, with the product name, usage, and efficacy written on it.

He opened a jar of hand cream, the light and pleasant rose fragrance was refreshing, he dug a little and tried it, the paste was light and easy to spread, I don’t know what it was made of, it seemed to be much better than Xiaomei’s tougher one, once he applied it He actually felt that his hands were white and tender, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect.

When Mu Yueshi came back in the evening, he kissed him on the face as usual, but the touch was different from before, slippery and fragrant, "Brother, what did you put on your face?" Mu Yueshi asked.

Su Qinghan's face suddenly turned red, directly to the neck, and Mu Yue began to look at him in surprise, brother, they have never been so shy during the wedding night in their bridal chamber!what is going on?

"Li, Mrs. Ping's wife, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, gave me some skin care products. Don't they smell bad?" Su Qinghan lowered his head and faltered, only showing two red ears dripping with blood.

Mu Yueshi chuckled, hugged him tightly to her chest, lowered her head and sniffed lightly on his neck, "It smells good, it smells so good, my brother's use is of course very good, it's just my husband's negligence, and I didn't buy any for my wife." It is really dereliction of duty to ask someone else to deliver skin care products, and I will tell him not to send them in the future, and buy them for my wife."

Su Qinghan was too shy to say a word, grabbed his clothes, buried her face deeply in his chest, felt his slightly trembling chest, and felt even more shy.

A few days later, the twelfth lunar month arrived. Just a few days after the beginning of the month, the sky turned gray, and in the evening it snowed lightly. Su Qinghan was covered with a thin quilt, feeling the cold, and couldn't help but look towards Mu Yueshi. Leaning in Huolu's arms, Mu Yue began to hug him subconsciously, but even so he woke up from the cold.

Su Qinghan opened his sore eyes and saw fine snow falling outside the window, which had already accumulated a thin layer on the window sill. He gently pushed away Mu Yueshi who was pressing on him, got up, put on a coat and walked to the window.

The soft snowflakes wobbled and fell to the ground, and it actually snowed.He was a southerner in his previous life, he had never seen snow, and he lived in a house. Before traveling to this era, he had never been out of his own province or city.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Mu Yue began to look for him, put his arms around his waist and put his big head on his shoulders, his eyes were squinting, obviously sleepy.

"It's all right, it's snowing, get up and have a look." Su Qinghan answered him.

Mu Yue began to open one eye, "Is it cold? I'll hold you to sleep." As she said that, she was about to carry him back to the bed, Su Qinghan pushed his hand away with a smile, "Don't make trouble, I'll watch for a while, you first go to sleep."

"Eight years, eight years, brother." Mu Yueshi also looked at the outside world with him. A crescent moon with a vague outline hung in the sky, reflecting the snow brightly and dazzlingly. Eight years, this is not a long time. , Short and not short days.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if there are any dears who are waiting for the update, Yumian is a night owl, don’t wait, it is usually updated in the middle of the night, so the update time is not fixed emmm, I can’t concentrate during the day, no know why...

Also, this chapter does not promote appearance anxiety, it just talks about ordinary people who worry about being unattractive in front of their lovers, and fear that their lovers may empathize with other ordinary things.Remember: the author wrote a novel, not a Bible.