"Ah! Thank you father, but I would like to postpone the marriage proposal for a few days. Cheng'er will first visit the Li Mansion to find out how Miss Qingzhao feels about it. To avoid embarrassment. I will follow my father's arrangements afterwards, and I hope you will agree." "Okay!" My father agreed. I had many interactions with Miss Qingzhao’s father, Li Gefei, although we sometimes had political disagreements and got angry. Besides, I had heard that Miss Qingzhao was also a good person. Not only is he talented in literature, but he is also of good character. My son is indeed of marriageable age and he is so sincere. It is a good thing that our families are well matched. "At this time, Zhao Mingcheng was very happy. I was overjoyed and excited beyond words. Early the next morning, Mingcheng came to Li's Mansion with several generous gifts that he had specially prepared. Mingcheng expressed his intention to come here just for a visit, because he did not want to disturb Miss Qingzhao suddenly. "Uncle, I'm here to accept my nephew Mingcheng's bow! It's just a small gift, I look forward to accepting it with a smile." Mingcheng said with a bow. "My nephew is here, but I am not welcomed from afar. I dare not accept such a generous gift... When you return home, ask Anting's brother for me." Li Gefei said. "My nephew will follow my uncle's wishes and convey greetings to my father. I am here to disturb your house this time. I hope you will understand me." Mingcheng returned the greeting. Mingcheng and Qingzhao's father hit it off immediately and had a great conversation. Because Li Mansion had other matters, Li Gefei was unable to accompany him, so he asked Mingcheng to wait for a while and enjoy the scenery in the back garden before talking about it.
After Li Gefei left, Mingcheng admired the famous calligraphy paintings decorated in the main hall of Li Mansion. It was also out of his own liking, so he liked it very much, as if he was in a collection world filled with the fragrance of ink. I was so obsessed with it that I almost forgot what it was like. Just as he was feeling regretful, bursts of laughter interrupted the silence. "Hahaha... Lian'er, swing a little higher, a little higher." A very familiar voice made Mingcheng feel appreciative and nervous at the same time. Mingcheng walked in the direction of the sound, and soon came to the back garden of Li's house, where he saw Miss Qingzhao just getting off the swing not far away. Xiao Qingzhao was a little tired after playing on the swing, and her thin clothes were soaked with sweat. He stood up lazily and straightened his delicate little hands. I feel particularly happy when I see crystal dewdrops hanging on the thin flower branches and the flowers in bud. "Hey! Miss, there is a young man over there looking at us. Who is he?" said Qingzhao girl's maid Lian'er. "Ah! Really?" Miss Qingzhao didn't have time for Lian'er to wipe the sweat off her body. She looked back and ran away eagerly and shyly. The shoes ran away and the hairpin fell off to the ground without having time to pick it up. When he ran to the door of his boudoir, he turned around and saw Mingcheng still looking at him. He hurriedly picked up a lotus with his hand and smelled it shyly. After a while, he ran into her boudoir with a smile and a blushing face. It was because of this encounter that the two people finally created a story that will last forever.
(Quan Zao Tianxia: In the early morning of July 6, 2022, writing happily in Jinan, Shandong Province in the pouring rain outside the window)
