Duke Jing's younger sister

Chapter 214: Strange Familiarity

Jiang Li suddenly felt that if Yue Niang could get to know Miao Yu, they would definitely become good friends.

When Miao Yu said this before, she always thought it was the difference in customs between Southern Wu and Luozhu.

But I never thought that there was such a remarkable woman in Southern Wu who could say such words.

She has spent the past ten years, whether it was the first eight years in the Jiang family or the last eight years in the Shen family.

They were all instilled with the idea that one should obey their father before marriage and obey their husband after marriage.

Always keep filial piety, brotherhood, loyalty, trustworthiness, propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame in mind.

Especially when she was in the Shen family, Yang paid the most attention to dignity.

She always planned three steps before taking one, and would keep silent when going out, for fear of accidentally bringing disgrace to the Shen family.

Over the years, she has become accustomed to it and even forgotten it.

Isn't it her own feelings that she should consider most?

She was so timid that she couldn't even make a choice. On the other hand, Yue Niang, a woman, opened a teahouse in Jiangdu City and her business was booming.

If she didn't have such a broad mind, any word from anyone could make her feel so ashamed that she would never dare to open a business again.

Looking at the gentle smile on Yue Niang's lips, Jiang Li fell into deep thought.

Even if she was trapped in the palace all her life and served as a concubine.

Wouldn't those people gossip about her?

Are those people from the East Faction talking about the Jiang family because she has lost her moral integrity, or because they are inherently hostile to the Jiang family?

Even if they praised the Jiang family for being noble and great, what good would it do her?

Just like Shen Beiqi said, those fame and honors are external things.

Is it really more important than staying with him forever?

The answer is beyond doubt, those things are not important at all, Shen Beiqi is important.

The man she has loved for many years is what matters!

A ripple of enlightenment appeared in Jiang Li's heart, and the thick fog in front of her eyes seemed to be blown away by the breeze, becoming clear and bright in an instant.

She looked up and said gratefully, "Thank you, Sister Yue Niang."

Yue Niang looked into her clear eyes and smiled, "My Lord, you have been kind to me. I only hope to repay you with this. You really don't need to thank me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome and slender green figure strode into the house.

Yue Niang quickly stood up and bowed, then turned to Jiang Li and said, "I will go find some clothes for you first. The room is in the backyard, you can come and change later."

"Okay, thank you Sister Yue Niang."

After the conversation just now and getting to know Yue Niang better, Jiang Li couldn't help but admire her a little, and he was much more sincere when he called her sister.

Yue Niang went out and closed the door gently.

After resting, Shen Beiqi looked much better.

He changed into a green brocade robe embroidered with green bamboo and sat down gracefully opposite her.

"Would you like some tea?" she asked softly. "But you probably don't like these teas. You only like the green tea on the top of the snow."

Shen Beiqi raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised at her change of attitude.

I saw her with her head down, searching intently on the shelf where tea leaves were placed on the side.

"found it!"

She raised the teapot in her hand and smiled brightly.

Shen Beiqi's eyes flashed with a gentle light, like the rippling spring water, and he teased, "Do you want to make tea for your brother or for your lover?"

She was carefully scooping tea leaves with a small silver spoon, and her hand trembled slightly when she heard this.

After a moment's silence, she replied in a very low voice.

"It will be all right."

Although the voice was small, Shen Beiqi heard every word.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was smiling: "All right?"

She nodded slightly and then began to fiddle with the teacup on the sandalwood table.

She had studied the art of tea making carefully for him.

"Your hand is still injured." He reminded, "You'd better not do it."

Jiang Li glanced at the gauze wrapped around her hand and said calmly,

"Making tea is just a piece of cake. It doesn't require much effort. It's fine."

Seeing that she insisted, Shen Beiqi smiled, said no more, and let her go.

The sunlight shines through the lattice windows, casting golden shadows on the ground.

Shen Beiqi leaned back in his chair, exuding a lazy air.

He stared at the woman in front of him, as if he was appreciating a beautiful painting.

The woman washed the teacups one by one, and then personally made a cup of fragrant tea for him.

She opened her red lips slightly, blew away the hot air on the surface, then carefully held the teacup in front of him and said softly, "Sir, please have some tea."

You were calling me “brother” yesterday, why did you suddenly change your tone today?

Shen Beiqi was secretly puzzled.

He straightened up slightly, reached out and grasped her wrist, pulling gently, pulling her closer to him.

At the same time, he leaned forward, took a sip of tea from her hand, and leisurely drank it.

"This is the first time I've had tea this delicious."

Was it the first time he drank it? Or was it the first time a woman fed him something?

Jiang Li muttered secretly in her heart.

His action was quite provocative.

However, to his surprise, her expression was as calm as usual, without the slightest sign of shyness.

It seems that after being teased so many times, he got used to it and no longer reacted?

"The sun is a bit blinding, go close the window."

He let go of her wrist and said something incoherent.

Jiang Li glanced sideways and saw the sunlight pouring in from the half-open window, bright and warm.

He had his back to the window, so how could it dazzle his eyes?

But she did it anyway, got up, walked to the window and closed it.

When I returned to my position, he grabbed my wrist.

She lowered her head and looked at his hand in confusion, only to see an intriguing smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and he pulled her into his arms without hesitation.

An inexplicable feeling of familiarity with a hint of strangeness came over me.

In fact, this was not the first time she was held in his arms like this.