"Just one pot." Elder Qin was angry, glaring at him, he said, "For such a joyous event like marriage, and you’re marrying the person on your mind, and you only offer one pot of wine? No way, it’s got to be a jar, or else this old man won’t help you propose."
And now he was even threatening.
Qin San Lang said, "Three pots at most, or else you shouldn’t drink at all."
He added, "Health is a priority. If sothing happens to your health, how will you teach the children Xiao Yu and I will have?"
Hearing this, Elder Qin lit up with happiness, but he suppressed the joy, saying, "You’re really greedy, not even done with the engagent ceremony, and you’re already thinking about future kids. Just like your dad."
Back in the day, San Lang’s dad hadn’t even set the engagent with San Lang’s mom, and was already thinking about how to educate their future children.
Qin San Lang didn’t answer with words, just continued munching on the salty at sesa cake. Even though the fresh at sesa cake was salty, it tasted sweet to him. Each bite sent sweetness straight to his heart, keeping a smile perpetually on his face.
"Tsk, you kid, wake up from your daydream, don’t get trapped," Elder Qin, looking at his lovestruck deanor, couldn’t help but want to laugh. This kid is truly fond of Xiao Yu; just imagining it brings such a smile.
Qin San Lang composed himself, handing Elder Qin two sheets of paper: "These are the three dates I have in mind: one is April 29, the other May 9, and another May 19. Tomorrow you go to Xiao Yu’s house and give the dates to Uncle Dashan and let them choose one."
Elder Qin looked at him, with a mixed feeling: "You’re really in a rush, even bringing up April 29, which is rely a few days away now."
Qin San Lang said, "That’s why I’ve listed May 9 and 19 afterwards."
He added, "These two dates are the most suitable. Even though it’s May, multiples of nine bring great fortune, ideal for holding an engagent ceremony. If we miss these two days in May, we’ll have to wait until August."
Good Brother An needs to take the college examination in June; by the ti he returns, it will be the end of June, making an engagent unlikely. July is considered unlucky, and August is when Qi Family’s cousin is getting married, which isn’t great either. May is the best option.
However, the engagent ceremony with Xiao Yu should be on May 19, leaving the earlier dates for Brother Luo Wu and my older sister.
"Alright, I will talk to Dashan about it at Xiao Yu’s house tomorrow." Elder Qin opened another sheet and found it was a list for the engagent ceremony. Carefully looking over it, he said, "You’ve put your heart into it, and the items are excellent."
Qin San Lang shook his head, saying, "It’s not enough. If there hadn’t been issues at ho, she should have received more, and I’ll make up for it in the future."
The engagent gifts from noble families to the bride are all precious items, and what he’s giving now is not even a tenth of them.
"It’s enough. We’re in the countryside; overly expensive engagent gifts will attract gossip." Elder Qin added, "If your family were the sa as before, you wouldn’t have married Xiao Yu."
The youngest legitimate son of the Marquis Mansion, with a powerful father and two capable elder brothers, would naturally marry a high-class noble lady; Xiao Yu wouldn’t have been involved.
Qin San Lang shook his head, looking at Elder Qin, his deep eyes reflecting a resolute determination akin to a wolf’s: "Even if things hadn’t changed at ho, as long as it’s my destined bond, I would never let go."
For so reason, he just felt that Xiao Yu was ant to be his wife, regardless of whether his family is wealthy or poor, Xiao Yu would be his wife, and that would never change.
Elder Qin, seeing this, paused briefly, shook his head with a smile: "You are."
Still an obstinate romantic.
He sighed again: "Back when you were born, your parents thought you were the youngest, and with two elder brothers supporting you, you wouldn’t need to work hard to enjoy the luxurious life of a noble in the Capital. Yet your disposition turned out tougher than your big brother’s."
Initially, San Lang’s father felt rather harsh with their eldest and second sons. Being the youngest, San Lang should be pampered more.
Thinking San Lang had two brothers and himself to shield him, even if he spoiled him into a little tyrant, it’d be fine, so they indulged him.
But San Lang was steadfastly mature from a young age and didn’t pick up any bad habits of aristocratic youth.
The Capital’s noble offspring would send invitations for him to hang out, but he had no interest, preferring to practice martial arts, worrying his father, who complained, "Is my child a girl? Why isn’t he out flaunting around? Show so aristocratic arrogance!"
Qin San Lang laughed as Elder Qin reminisced about old tis, comnting, "What they play with is too childish, not suited for ."
Playing hoop-tossing, horse racing, and wrestling over and over—how could such activities compare with the fun of archery, horse taming, and combat?
Whenever soone sent him an invitation, he was very reluctant to attend, but if it couldn’t be avoided, he’d go with his big brothers.
But there’s a benefit; fewer people in the Capital have seen his face, allowing him more freedom in future endeavors.
Qin San Lang chatted with Elder Qin about past events, then detailed the engagent ceremony items, the ironworks, and horse-rearing matters before he stood up, saying: "Grandpa, I’ll leave now. I need to rush back to the Military Office tonight."
Elder Qin knew he was busy and didn’t keep him from leaving, and after discussing everything, waved: "Off you go. Once Xiao Yu’s family picks a date, I’ll have soone inform you. Be sure to return in advance."
"Got it." Qin San Lang left the main house and went to the back courtyard well to wash with cool water, changed into clean clothes, and rode away, seeing Elder Qin tidying up the table, he called out: "Grandpa, I’m leaving, you should rest early."
Elder Qin said, "Go."
Murmuring, quite particular—washed himself spotlessly clean before eting Xiao Yu.
Qin San Lang circled to the back of Gu Family’s house, mimicked bird calls for a while, then Gu Jinli erged, jumping over the wall into the alley. No sooner had she landed than he pulled her into an embrace: "I ca late, are you tired?"
Gu Jinli looked up, seeing him under the torchlight and smiling: "Not tired, I slept for four hours in the mule cart, see how lively I am now."
Qin San Lang looked down at her, noticing her bright eyes and smiling mouth—she was truly... irresistibly enchanting.
"Yes, very lively." He said, leaning in for a kiss, tenderly and greedily savoring her taste, their breaths entwining a sweetness that ward his heart, causing his arms to tighten, holding her firmly against him.
But it still wasn’t enough...
She had bathed, carried a faint fragrance, the gentle scent mischievously disturbing his thoughts, making him feel ablaze with discomfort.
With a bang, he pinned her against the wall, like a beast hunting in the night, carrying deadly danger, devouring her.
"Mm~" Gu Jinli was nearly breathless, nudged him, but he held her tighter, kissing her and murmuring huskily: "Don’t worry, you won’t suffocate."
He said as he shared a breath with her.
Gu Jinli was taken aback, thinking, where did you learn that?!
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