Chapter 7 — Snow Lotus from the Northern Landscape

"Her painting was brought to the Marquis Palace by the matchmaker half a year ago. Bui Nghien looked at it once and then placed it on the table. When passing by the study room, I saw it." His throat moved slightly. "I have lived in Bac Canh for six years, never thinking about getting married. But when I saw that painting, I stood in front of the study room door for a long time." Stubborn love but soft-hearted." "The night Bui Nghien said he wanted me to take her place to pick up the bride, I stayed up all night." He held out his hand, palm facing up, opened in front of me. "On Tri Y, this marriage, I have wanted for a long time, are you willing to really marry me?" I looked at his open palm. There were calluses, old scars, large rough knuckles, and clear bones and joints. These hands once sewed cotton shoes for me, once split firewood, once won battles, once crossed mountains and passes to send back a flower of snow lotus. I put my hand up. His fingers immediately closed, squeezing my hand until it hurt. "The shoes you gave me, the left one is more than half an inch wide." He was stunned. "Next time, remember to measure carefully." He held my hand and laughed. Since entering the Bui family, this is the first time I have seen him smile. The look of his relaxed eyebrows was completely different from the usual cold and quiet general wearing armor. That night, the door to the inner room was not closed. 12 The next morning, Thanh Hoa came to bring water to wash his face, saw two pillows placed next to each other on the same bed, the copper basin in his hand almost flew out. "Young lady!" "Stop saying two words." I tied my belt as I walked out, my ears were a bit hot. Bui Hanh went to the school. Before leaving, he left a package of cinnamon rolls on the table. The package of cakes purchased at Du Phong Trai is still intact and placed next to it. The new package was arranged crookedly on the plate. It was done by his own hands. The shape is so ugly that it's unbearable to look at, but the sweetness is just right. Perhaps the old lady had already guessed. When she came to ask for peace, she saw that I had an extra sister bracelet on my wrist. She just smiled and didn't ask anything. After returning from the military camp, Bui Nghien came to our hospital once. He stood outside the door of the hospital and saw Bui Hanh sitting in the hallway helping me dry books. The two of us sat shoulder to shoulder, he was stunned for a long time. Finally, he stepped forward and bowed properly. "Big brother, step-by-step." Bui Hanh replied. I poured him a cup of tea. Bui Nghien took it, bowed his head and took a sip. "Sister-in-law, I did a lot of foolish things in the past. Now that I see big brother treating you so well, I feel reassured." When he said these words, his voice was very light, carrying a bit of serenity. I looked at him and suddenly felt that this person was not that hateful. Stupid is indeed stupid, being deceived is indeed being deceived, but at least he admitted his mistake and is gradually maturing. After Bui Nghien left, Bui Hanh suddenly leaned closer. "What did he say?" "Praise you for treating me well." "Oh." He expressionlessly put down the book in his hand, turned around and walked into the kitchen. Half an hour later, he brought out a bowl of hot red apple soup. "Replenishes blood." "My blood is very good." "Drink." I picked up the bowl and took a sip. Very sweet. Exactly like him, cold and scary on the outside, but inside is full of hot sweetness. After that, at a family banquet, old General Bui said a sentence: "The eldest son in Bac Canh won the battle, the daughter-in-law stayed at home to manage the internal courtyard for half a year, both inside and outside are stable. In this great house, I can rest assured." The old lady smiled and added: "I am not mistaken about this marriage." Bui Hanh sat next to me and said nothing.

just secretly held my hand under the table. He held it very lightly. I also held his hand again. His ears turned red again. This person went to the battlefield to kill countless enemies, but only once did he hold his wife's hand under the table, and his ears turned red. That evening, returning to the hospital, Bui Hanh suddenly placed a small box in my hand. Opening it, inside was a red jade ring the color of pigeon blood. "I searched in Bac Canh for a long time, but only found this one piece of good jade." "I don't know how to say pleasant words." He paused for a moment. "On Tri Y, about marrying me, I will spend my whole life to make you feel worthy." Outside the window, the moonlight was clear. The old tree in the yard dropped its leaves to the ground. I looked at him and held out my hand. "Help me put the ring on." When he put the ring on for me, his hand shook twice. The hands that once held spears and bows on the battlefield trembled just because of a small jade ring. I laughed, stood on tiptoe and gently kissed the corner of his lips. "Bui Hanh." "Hmm?" "Whether it's worth it or not, that's up to me to say." He bowed his head, touched his forehead to mine, and smiled softly. Later, every time Thanh Hoa told this story to the young maids in the palace, here she had to add one more sentence: "In the past, when the Second Young Master asked the First Young Master to worship on his behalf, the First Young Master agreed very quickly."