Daming Yinghua

Chapter 18
Yan Siqi's tone was deep and slow, but he didn't seem to be evasive.

After he finished talking about Mao Wenlong's story, he said bluntly: "Miss Azhu, when I see you again today, I know that the friendship in my heart is still there. I am a Han from the Ming Dynasty, and I am still alone after wandering for several years. I would like to marry a Japanese girl from Hirado. If you don’t dislike Yan and are willing to marry me, I will be overjoyed. From now on, I will put you on top of my heart and love you..."

When Yan Siqi said this, he suddenly stopped.

His eyes were still fixed on the stone table, but a few self-deprecating smirks crossed the corners of his mouth as he frowned, as if he hadn't even thought that the dignified man would express his love tenderly and emotionally at such a time of embarrassment. Also blurted out like this.

However, he did not continue to ignite his emotions, and when he looked up at the woman opposite him solemnly, he had recovered his calm expression.

"Miss Azhu, back then in Longxi, you were like the bright moon on the sea to me. I was content to be able to look up at the moonlight in my small room, and I didn't dare to have delusions. Now, I finally have a little money, but seeing you You have already combed your hair, and you don't want to force you by force. Therefore, if you still want to go back to land, Yan will also send a trusted brother to escort you back by boat."

When Zheng Haizhu first came to the island, based on a few details, he could see that Yan Siqi's demeanor was calm and measured, which had already surpassed the level of an ordinary 27-year-old man.

Listening to his sincere and frank words now, I feel even more amazing.

A leader who has created the world and vaguely shows the demeanor of the sea dominance, and in such an era when men occupy an absolute dominant position, he can respect women's minds so much.

While listening attentively, even for a moment, Zheng Haizhu felt her heart beating suddenly, not knowing whether it was the audience who was moved by the affectionate male protagonist on stage, or whether the soul of the original Ms. Zheng was still in her body. sooner.

On the grape trellis, the late summer light flashed past, making Zheng Haizhu squint her eyes and turning her mind from trance back to clarity.

In this world of great controversy, the reality that must be faced is that less than 30 years later will be Yangzhou Ten Days and Jiading Three Massacres, and the beautiful and prosperous Jiangnan will be reduced to scorched earth.

If she could marry Yan Siqi now, she would be able to avoid the hellish war on the mainland.Although according to the real history, Yan Siqi will die of typhoid fever after ten years of hunting, but that is already in Taiwan.Judging from the records of later generations, Yan Siqi's descendants spread out in Taiwan smoothly and were not slaughtered.

However, the life obtained through time travel is also a life that should be taken seriously.

How could he just share the same bed with an ancient man who has no feelings just to have a bite of lying win?
More importantly, Zheng Haizhu discovered that after time travel, perhaps thanks to the independent struggle experience of a modern woman in her previous life, she was quite energetic about going out and taking risks amidst uncertainty.

She originally wanted to test her ambitions in Zhangzhou, but unexpectedly the bitter-faced patriarch of the Zheng family bullied her. There were only two aunts and nephews left in this branch, and she insisted on marrying her to a rich family in a foreign country as a concubine, so she was furious. Sell ​​the house and comb it by yourself, and take your little nephew to the north to make a living.

The Six Mansions in the South of the Yangtze River is a place she is more familiar with in her previous life. Han Ximeng is still such a good master who is destined to become a famous master. She, Zheng Haizhu, will soon be highly valued in the Han Mansion. She has tasted the achievements of developing velvet and embroidery with Miss Han. Feeling, why give up the happy life now because of worrying about the historical trend 30 years later!
She must go back to the mainland.

However, the old relationship that fell from the sky in front of me and a legend about Daishan Island in later generations made Zheng Haizhu have a new plan after going to the island today.

If you don't want to be Yan Siqi's wife, you can be his partner!
Thinking of this, Zheng Haizhu bit her lip, and said softly, "Brother Yan, actually, two years ago, I slipped and slipped off the rocky cliff by the sea, and was saved by acupuncture by the doctor in the town, so I don't remember many things so clearly. My brother and sister-in-law are not alive, and Longxi's life is not easy, but after traveling north to Songjiang Mansion, Ms. Han treated me very well, not like a master and servant, but more like a sister. So, I still want to go back to Songjiang."

Yan Siqi's eyes darkened suddenly, and a sense of loss surfaced on his face.

Just at this time, Yue Lan came in with a tea tray, seeing the two of them facing each other silently, she couldn't help but froze in her pace, a little panicked.

Yan Siqi heard the footsteps, and when he turned his head, his expression was normal: "What's the matter, let's serve tea. Yuelan, my house doesn't have any maids, so it's inconvenient. You can stay in the yard with Miss Zheng. She will soon I have to go back to the south of the Yangtze River, and it won't delay you for a few days."

Yue Lan hurriedly put down the tea tray, and waved her hands again and again: "Yan Dangjia, what you say is too embarrassing to Yue Lan. My husband and I have received so much favor from you, and we should be your cows and horses."

But he muttered in his heart, hey, Miss Zheng, is she not going to be our boss?

After pouring the tea, Yuelan still felt that the atmosphere was quite awkward, and she wanted to save the day in a moment of urgency, so she started the conversation: "Master Yan, Miss Zheng is more like a fairy than Mazu in this outfit."

When Zheng Haizhu was told by her, she pursed her lips and showed her face, and said to Yan Siqi: "Brother Yan, I forgot to thank you, this dress is really beautiful."

Yan Siqi smiled and said, "It's fine if you like it. By the way, after drinking tea, I'll show you something."

……

Outside Xiaoxuan's window, birds chirped.

The loquat tree is like a cover, with dense branches and thick shade, and the large greenery seems to be able to penetrate the hearts of the people in the house.

Under the window is an ordinary long table of willow wood, but the table is full of beautiful things, such as scissors, bamboo ruler, chalk, thread board, needle hoop, paste, iron, everything is available, more colorful than the antique shelf.

The most eye-catching thing among them is a large rattan flat basket covered with cotton cloth, and a velvet-like material is draped over it.

When Zheng Haizhu followed Yan Siqi into this small but bright elegant room, he was immediately attracted by the piece of cloth on the table under the window.

She approached the rattan basket and said pleasantly, "This is Zhangrong from our hometown?"

Yan Siqi nodded, picked up the velvet and handed it to Zheng Haizhu: "It's still a piece of floral velvet. The one with indigo silk thread is fluff, and the one with carmine thread is velvet loops. I have been on a boat all year round, and I have seen many sunrises at sea. When I didn’t get up, the sky was like this, with patches of red glowing out of the dark stone blue, which was very beautiful.”

Zheng Haizhu touched the surface of the fabric as soft as a baby's skin, and couldn't help echoing "Yes, it's so beautiful".

Zhangrong, originated in Zhangzhou, Fujian, is the most famous fabric variety in Ming and Qing Dynasties.After China's skilled craftsmen have mastered silk for 2000 years, they are no longer satisfied with flat fabrics.Inspired by imported velvet, they incorporate thin wire loops into the weaving process, and lift or separate warp threads with unique techniques while weaving to form warp loops or warp velvet flowers.

In modern times, Zheng Haizhu only had a general understanding of Zhangrong in the museum, and only after traveling to Zhangzhou did he deeply experience the miraculous skills of this craft.

But the piece of velvet in front of me is not only exquisite in craftsmanship. In the eyes of modern people, it has the beauty of an impressionist oil painting.

Only Yan Siqi's Shenchun voice sounded again: "Miss Azhu, I remember that when you came to my shop for the last time, you said that you wanted to make a cloud shoulder. At that time, I was thinking, what kind of pattern is suitable for you? What about cloud shoulders? I thought about it for many years until my craftsman wove this piece of Zhang Rong.”

(End of this chapter)