From Jing Yuan to Yanqing for the Lunar New Year!
"I was wondering where you ran off to. More swords, hm?" The question is only a tease, Jing Yuan patting the boy's head as he approached from behind, unannounced as usual. "I was of the impression that one invites fortune and wealth into the new year, not spends it." Even so, Jing Yuan gently turns Yanqing around, presents a red envelope and taps his nose with it. "This should more than make up for it, hm?
"Happy New Year, little sparrow. I am very, very proud of you."
"General!" Yanqing started, whipping his head around to see his master. In his hands were already two swords he had just bought, and from the way he had been eying yet another vendor, it seemed he already had a third in mind. Called out, he crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks defensively, swords somewhat awkwardly pinned between his chest and arms. "Hey! I am inviting wealth! Just- a wealth of new swords to train with."
He blinked as the envelope hit his nose. After a moment of registering what had just collided with his face, his eyes seemed to light up in the dark evening as he scrambled to grab it without dropping his swords.
"Ah! Thank you, general!" he exclaimed. In his boyish excitement, he leaned into the general in a rather awkward half hug, only able to use one arm without dropping his swords. However, realizing the immaturity of his actions a moment later, he quickly pulled back and offered a bowed head instead. "Happy New Year as well."