The Boss Transmigrated into A Matriarchy Novel [Quick Transmigration]: Chapter 30
Anar took the bank note. Although she didn’t know too many characters in the Central Plains, she did know the big “one hundred”.
Anar put her hands on her chest and gave a deep salute to Nan Jun who was going away. This is the highest etiquette of their nation.
“Hot Matt…”(Thank you)
Although Anar’s voice of thanks was small, it could not escape Nan Jun’s ears.
If it hadn’t been for seeing Anar’s difficult life which made Nan Jun think of Qiao Yun when they first met, she might not be so generous.
As soon as Nan Jun returned to Pingnan Palace, she locked herself in the study, not knowing what she was doing.
Shangguan Xi was busy reconciling accounts with various accountants today, so he didn’t have time to take care of her.
When it was dark, Nan Jun went to Nanyuan with the gift she had made and the things she bought from the woman from the Western Regions.
Qiao Yun was holding Nan Nianyun to feed him water, when he heard the voice of the little waiter saying hello outside, he hurriedly put down the spoon in his hand, and carried the child out to welcome her.
“Don’t come out, it’s cold outside, just wait inside.”
Nan Jun who opened the door and came in happened to see Qiao Yun who was about to go out, and hurriedly stopped him.
It’s late autumn and the nights are extremely cold.
“Nianyun, did you miss your mother?”
Nan Jun put the things on the table beside her, took the hot towel handed over by the waiter, wiped her hands, and went to hug Nan Nianyun in Qiao Yun’s arms.
Nan Nianyun liked Nan Jun very much, every time she hugged him, the child would giggle non-stop.
“Uwwa…”
Nan Jun kissed Nan Nianyun’s chubby little face as usual, and immediately got a sweet smile from the little baby.
“Hold the son!”
After playing with Nan Nianyun for a while, Nan Jun handed the child to the grandmother beside him.
“Yes.”
Everyone retreated winkingly, leaving only Qiao Yun and Nan Jun.
“Yun’er, look, what I brought you today.”
Nan Jun unwrapped the bag she brought as if offering a treasure, which made Qiao Yun amused.
Qiao Yun found that since Nan Jun woke up, she always liked to give him something.
Every day she came to Nanyuan, she never came empty-handed.
She used to bring some famous snacks in Beijing, but today she brought a bunch of colorful pots and pans.
“I bought this from a woman from the Western Regions. Look at the workmanship. It’s completely different from our craftsmen.”
Nan Jun handed Qiao Yun a copper censer. The censer was golden yellow with a circle of red gemstones on it, which looked very beautiful under the candlelight.
“Like it?”
Nan Jun looked at Qiao Yun dog-leggedly, seeing him nodding, she happily introduced the contents to Qiao Yun one by one.
“And the last one, I made it for you myself.”
Nan Jun took out a box that still exuded a woody fragrance from her arms, and pulled Qiao Yun to sit at the dressing table.
“Close your eyes…”
Qiao Yun’s long eyelashes trembled, but he obeyed obediently.
The cold and warm touch came from between the foreheads, and Qiao Yun couldn’t help pursing his lips.
Seeing the unfathomably beautiful little man under the candlelight, Nan Jun really wanted to lean in and kiss him, just like kissing Nianyun.
It’s just that Nan Jun just thought about it, if she was really asked to do it, she still wouldn’t dare.
“Look, do you still like it?”
The hot air from Nanjun’s mouth sprayed on Qiao Yun’s exposed ears, dyeing those crystal clear ears pink.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a handsome young man in the bronze mirror.
The forehead ornament Nan Jun personally made for him just covered the red cinnabar on his forehead.
It’s just that the ruby used for this forehead ornament is a bit redder than the cinnabar mole on his forehead, and it looks extremely dazzling on his fair little face.
Qiao Yun didn’t respond, but unconsciously caressed the ruby with gold thread beads, and the corners of his eyes turned red.
Since that cinnabar mole was meant to be unlucky, Qiao Yun seldom showed his face in front of people.
With this forehead decoration, does he no longer have to suffer from strange looks from others?
“Yun’er, you are so beautiful.”
Nan Jun adhered to the principle of a smelly and shameless woman, and put her hand on the trembling hand on the little man’s forehead.
Qiao Yun leaned on Nan Jun’s body in such a strange way, if it wasn’t for the fear that Qiao Yun would be frightened when he saw her grinning teeth in the bronze mirror, Nan Jun would have yelled happily.
“Sister Jun, thank you, Yun’er likes it very much.”
Qiao Yun’s voice was three parts shy, three parts joyful, and four parts an inexplicable emotion.
Nan Jun knew that her wish was about to come true.
How stupid this man is, to be hurt like this, but still willing to forgive her.
Nan Jun sometimes has conflicts. Is she forcing Qiao Yun to accept her like this, is she putting pressure on him?
She told herself over and over again, don’t be in a hurry, don’t be in a hurry, but she couldn’t help but want to get closer to him, pet him, and protect him.
“It’s good that Yun’er likes it.”
Nan Jun gently took Yun’er into her arms, really wanting to live like this for the rest of her life.
The days were quiet.
As the two got in touch longer, Nan Jun’s feelings for Qiao Yun became deeper.
And Qiao Yun got a lot closer to Nan Jun.
Qiao Yun is no longer the ice beauty who always had a cold face in the past, and occasionally acts like a coquettish Nan Jun.
Often at this time, Nan Jun would take the opportunity to touch other people’s little hands, pinch their little faces, and eat enough tofu1吃豆腐 (Chī dòufu) Literal translation: “to eat tofu,” but saying that someone is “eating tofu” generally means they are taking advantage of someone, often with a sexual implication. Baidu Baike claims that it arose from an old joke about those who wanted to fill their bellies by frequently paying their condolences at funerals and eating the food that had been prepared for guests. Another origin story is that a woman who sold tofu would flirt with her customers and allow them to grope her, making jealous wives ask, “oh, you want to go eat tofu again?” The phrase is usually used somewhat jokingly, as friends might say to each other 不要吃我豆腐， “don’t eat my tofu!”.
The Lin family that Nanjun had been waiting for did not resign in the future, but Qiao Yun, who had never been out of the house, was assassinated unexpectedly.
As winter came, an imperial decree from the emperor cut off Nanjun’s leisurely days.
Getting up early to enter the palace every day, one stop lasted for several hours.
Nan Jun even thought, how good it would be to be an idle royal family like in the past, why do you have to find fault for yourself?
But thinking of Qiao Yun and the child who were still waiting for her in Nanyuan, Nan Jun couldn’t help but tell herself to strive for success.
If the Lin family refuses to withdraw the engagement, Nan Jun can only withdraw from the Lin family by making military merits as soon as possible.
On this day, as usual, Nan Jun went out with the crowd.
Several princesses still enthusiastically talked about those inconsistencies with Nan Jun, and Nan Jun also pretended to be stupid as usual.
“Take a rest tomorrow, what are cousin’s plans?”
The princess face looks like a kind sister, just looking at it like this, she looks like a good princess.
Nan Jun pretended to yawn, squinted her eyes and said, “Crown Princess sister, Jun’er just wants to sleep now, I’m so tired from going to court every day!”
Nan Jun is not stupid, if she said that she had no arrangements, these princesses would probably have to tear her up and dismember her body.
What a big piece of fat is the Pingnan Palace!
Whoever got the support of Prince Pingnan’s mansion would have already sat on that chair with half of her body.
“You! You have already entered the court, so don’t say such things in the future, so no one will laugh at you.”
The crown princess dotingly nodded Nan Jun’s forehead, and said words to teach her, but her tone was very gentle.
Nan Jun even had the illusion that this person was like her own sister.
She doesn’t know if it’s because of her nature, or because she is too good at disguising.
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