Peaceful Farm Life

Chapter 564: Chapter 564: Can’t You Be a Little Polite?!_1

Meng Lanqing received the five hundred taels silver note from Meng Zhuqing with a smile that bloomed like flowers before he said, ”You haven’t answered my question just now.”

”What question?” Meng Zhuqing momentarily couldn’t recall. He was still lamenting over the loss of his five hundred taels.

Fortunately, he had also established quite a few military achievements in the past, and the Emperor had rewarded him with quite a bit. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had so much spare money for his older brother to squander.

Having obtained five hundred taels, Meng Lanqing was in a good mood, so he didn’t mind giving a reminder, ”About you getting married, and your wife giving birth to quadruplets in one go.”

Meng Zhuqing laughed and cried at the same time, ”Let’s not talk about how we are currently slaves to our master, and getting married or not is still subject to the master’s wishes; let’s not even mention that I have no girl in mind, just based on seniority, my older brother hasn’t even married yet, how could I marry before you do?”

Meng Lanqing immediately put on an utterly distressed look, then touched his own stunningly handsome face while murmuring, ”I also want to get married, but with this face of mine, which girl would be willing to marry me... I am even prettier than any girl...”

The words ”good-looking” were pronounced by Meng Lanqing with extra emphasis, very heavy emphasis.

Meng Zhuqing was silent for a long while before he said, ”It’s all my fault for not sharing some of the burden with you when I was in Mother’s belly... Brother, how about you beat me up again? You should feel so satisfied that it might take you a while before you notice your face again.”

Meng Lanqing nodded, ”That might be good.”

Meng Zhuqing: ”...” Could you at least pretend to decline?

When Meng Zhuqing reappeared before An Jing and Xiao Changyi, his face was swollen and bruised.

It was unclear how many times Meng Zhuqing had appeared before An Jing and Xiao Changyi with a swollen, bruised face...

An Jing had thoroughly grown accustomed to Meng Zhuqing’s constantly swollen face, so much so that she no longer commented on Meng Zhuqing’s appearance, nor did she say anything about Meng Lanqing, genuinely feeling that Meng Lanqing might have a tendency towards violence.

Xiao Changyi, who always remained calm, acted as if he didn’t see Meng Zhuqing’s swollen face at all, tending to An Jing who was still in her postpartum confinement and looking after their four children.

Not long after, Meng Lanqing also arrived at the main hall. In stark contrast to Meng Zhuqing’s swollen and bruised appearance, Meng Lanqing seemed fresh and spirited.

Seeing Meng Lanqing like this, An Jing silently gazed at the sky before finding an excuse to send Meng Lanqing and Meng Zhuqing away.

Hearing the giggles of a baby, An Jing immediately looked towards the source of the laughter and saw her third son, An Yiqing, giggling nonstop, though it was unclear what amused him so.

An Jing couldn’t help but laugh, ”My lord, what do you think Qinger finds so amusing? He’s always laughing like this.”

Her Qinger’s laughter really resembled Maitreya Buddha, with a constant smile, even when lying quietly by himself, he could be incredibly cheerful.

Moreover, her son’s laughter was very infectious; every time she looked at her son like this, she, too, would feel very happy.

”I don’t know,” Xiao Changyi said lightly as he occasionally shook the cradle gently. After a pause, he added softly, ”He loves to laugh,” and then paused again, ”like you.”

An Jing immediately questioned with a smile, ”Do I laugh as much as he does? I didn’t even realize.”

”I know,” he paused, then added, ”That’s how you are with me.”

An Jing leaned her head closer to him with a smiling expression, ”Who made you my lord? Of course, I have to be special with you. No, not just special, but very special. You are the most special to me.”

Xiao Changyi felt very gratified hearing this, and without speaking, he gently nuzzled the forehead of the person leaning toward him, and An Jing was tickled into giggles by the nuzzling.