Rebirth of a Female General

Chapter 160
Tears fell with the sound of the words, Yan Qin didn't seem to realize it.

Yan Zhongqi restrained the urge to come forward to wipe away tears for her, and turned his eyes away: "If there is any bad news, foster father and adoptive mother, we can only rely on elder sister to persuade us a lot."

As he said that, Yan Zhongqi suddenly lifted his clothes and bowed towards Yan Qin, "Zhongqi is not filial, I dare not ask the forgiveness of my elder sister and elder sister, I only want my elders to be healthy, don't pray for such unfilial people like Zhongqi sad."

The Yan Qin family did not evade, and accepted Yan Zhongqi's great gift on behalf of the second elder of the Qin family.

Raising his hand to wipe away his tears, Yan Qin straightened his back again, and solemnly prayed to Yan Zhong: "You don't have to worry about your parents, you just remember what you said, survive and come back to the north."

Yan Zhongqi raised his head, fixedly looked into Yan Qin's eyes, and smiled, his dark eyes under the slightly drooping eyelids were serious and firm: "I will never forget."

Yan Qinshi looked down at her younger brother, her red lips pursed into a line.

Finally want to stay can not stay.

This is true of my husband, my son, my brother, and my daughter.

From the day they put on their armor as generals, she had already realized this.

In the past, she didn't understand why her mother was always talking to her father at home, but she was always fascinated by her father's back when she was saying goodbye.

Now that she understands, she still can only look at the back of their departure helplessly like her mother, guarding a glimmer of hope and planning for the worst in the days and nights when she doesn't know whether they will come back.

Yan Zhongqi was sent away, and Yan Qing just came back.

Yan Qin hurriedly collected her mood, not daring to let Yan Qing see that she had cried.

Although Yan Zhongqi didn't tell her, she could guess that only he and Yan Qing knew the specifics of this matter.

Yan Zhongqi's situation is dangerous, and Yan Qing's side will definitely not be so good.

But she didn't have the guts to question Yan Qing like Yan Zhongqi.

She was afraid that she would not be able to resist keeping Yan Qing behind, so she tried everything she could.

"mother?"

Yan Qing put the pastry wrapped in oil paper on the table, and softly called Yan Qinshi with his head down in a daze.

Yan Qin woke up suddenly, raised his head and smiled: "You're back?"

"Ah."

Yan Qingying glanced at her suspiciously, then quickly lowered his eyes, as if he didn't know that she asked him about Yan Zhongqi alone, "I didn't expect the cakes in Xu's shop to be so popular, but there was a long queue. The team just bought it. Try it while it’s hot, is it the same taste as before?”

Seeing that Yan Qing didn't see any abnormality in himself, Yan Qin smiled and replied: "Okay."

Breaking a small piece of chestnut crisp into the mouth, the sweet and greasy taste melted into the mouth, which was exactly the same as in the memory, but it made Yan Qin almost burst into tears, and felt bitter in his heart and mouth.

The person who would go to the shop door early in the morning to watch the shop open and the cakes baked, no matter the wind or rain, just to let himself have a bite of the freshest favorite pastry, will never come back.

"This snack is still too sweet."

Yan Qin covered her lips with a smile, and put down the chestnut cake.

"is it?"

Yan Qingqian took a sip, and it was indeed too sweet, "It is indeed too sweet."

Putting down the pastry, Yan Qing lowered his eyes and sipped the tea seemingly unconsciously.

She knew that her mother was not a sweet person.

But in what my father told me and my elder brother about the past with my mother, my mother loved the chestnut crisps in the Northland very much, and said that she would never get tired of eating them.

So my father always went to the shop early to wait for the pastries to be baked, and then rushed to deliver them, for fear that the taste would change if it was too late.

My mother would always eat all the pastries with a smile, and tell my father that they were delicious, but then advised him not to work so hard, and went to the shop to wait every day.

The father also said that he only found out later that his mother was telling him euphemistically that she was tired of it.

When my father said this, his eyes were always bright, with a smile and annoyance, but more of an indelible longing.

Now, my mother doesn't want to have a bite of the pastry, but the person who bought her a pastry.

Yan Qing didn't know how to persuade him, he could only pretend that he didn't know.

On that day, Yan Qin didn't talk to Yan Qing about many things, but kept her overnight at the end.

For several days in a row, the Yan Qin family stayed with Yan Qing and didn't say much. They just joked with her when Yan Qing was free.

On February 26, the fourth year of Qianyuan, Yan Zhongqi finished his rest.

On 27, Yan Zhongqi led a team to Yikou Pass and began to inspect the border.

28. Mrs. Qin spread out a pen and paper, and wanted to write a post in person, inviting all the respectable ladies and wives in the Northland to witness Yan Qing's ceremony together.

"Qing'er has to catch up early the next day, there are many people and things are complicated, so it's better to just get together with our family."

Yan Qin persuaded Mrs. Qin, "And you also know that this child doesn't like crowds making noise. Since it's her gift, we should follow her wishes."

Mrs. Qin thought it made sense, so she asked Yan Qing: "What do you think, dear grandson?"

Faced with Mrs. Qin's expectant eyes, Yan Qing lowered his eyes, pretending not to see: "Grandson thinks what A Niang said is reasonable."

Mrs. Qin took a look at Yan Qinshi, but Yan Qing said so, even if she wanted to let Yan Qing show his face in front of many wives and ladies, so as to pick and choose Yan Qing's marriage, she could only give up.

Besides, she was also afraid that Yan Qing would be really tired.

Afterwards, Yan Qing still had to hurry on his way, and it was bound to be another exhaustion.

When we are at home, naturally we can't make her feel tired anymore.

In this way, Madam Qin only wrote posts to the few families she had good relations with the Qin family, as well as some close relatives of her sister-in-law, asking them to come and witness Yan Qing's ceremony on the Shangsi Festival on March rd.

In a blink of an eye, it is the second day of March.

Early in the morning, Mrs. Qin came to look for Yan Qing with people, holding boxes of all sizes.

After breakfast, Mrs. Qin pulled people to the makeup mirror and opened the boxes one by one, but there were hairpins and hair combs of various shapes.

"The hairpins for tomorrow's ceremony are a big deal, so we need to choose the hairpins for the hairpins carefully, in order to bring good luck."

Mrs. Qin talked to Yan Qing, and motioned her to choose one she liked, "Ah, some of these were passed down from your great-grandmother to your grandma, some were rewarded by higher-ups, and some were the latest trends in the market. Look, Which one do you like?"

Yan Qing was dazzled, listening to Mrs. Qin talking about the origins of these hairpins and hair combs one by one, she couldn't make up her mind for a while, so she turned her head to ask Yan Qin for help, but saw Yan Qin looked at the hairpins and hair combs on her desk. a casket.

Mrs. Qin followed the line of sight of the two of them, and rolled her eyes with a smile: "It turns out that my good grandson is already prepared, but the old lady has lost my mind."

As she said that, Mrs. Qin asked someone to bring the box over, "Looking at the style of the hairpin box, you can see that you put your heart into it. It seems that my good grandson really likes it very much."

(End of this chapter)