Jin Tingjiao

Chapter 562 Whose New Swallow Pecks Spring Mud (21)

After Xiao Fang finished sipping his tea, his gaze fell on her face coldly: "You mean, you are mad at your aunt?"

"..."

Yu Hui was a little confused when she heard this.

This rhythm is a little different from what she imagined.

He had chased his wife so hard, and had been widowed for so many years. She kindly helped him, but she did something wrong?
"How dare you make her angry? This month's monthly schedule is broken."

It's over, let alone being a local rich man, even the capital has been deducted now.

Xiao Fang stood up, folded his hands, and walked away like a male peacock who smelled the scent of a female peacock.

He was indeed secretly happy, and he went to see her.

She is cutting window grilles, and it is almost the Spring Festival, and she needs to paste window grilles and hang red silk.

Seeing him appearing outside the window, she glanced at him coldly, then looked away.

He never mentioned anything about Han Ning, and greeted her as usual.

She didn't say a word to him, didn't give him a look.

He took her hand, but she threw it away: "Go and find your Miss Han!"

He took the first step to stop her: "I don't have Miss Han, I only have Xi'er."

Her eyes were red, and she pushed him: "Still lying to me? Yuhui even said that you hugged each other!"

She regretted it a little when she said it, she shouldn't be so restless, like a vexatious child.

He paused: "Is that what she said?"

Little girl liar!
But the colder she was, the happier he was.

At night, he took out his flute and played the song Xijiangyue that he used to play on the battlefield in the past.

Pregnant with Brother Huai, during the two months with him in the camp, and on the way he escorted him to the north, they would often sit quietly facing the evening wind on the hills in the battlefield that smelled of blood, blowing the wind. song.

Or a tired or depressed mind, after having such a snuggle for a while, will become uplifted and full of hope again.

Through the sound notes, she seemed to see those years of staying together in the gap between life and death again.

The horns and drums contend, and the broken halberds sink to the sand.

Originated from the battlefield, no one returned.

Their love is like a poppy growing stubbornly in the smoke.

She got up and walked out the door, he sat on the rockery under the moon, his towering body seemed to be integrated with the rock.

She sat down next to him, hugged her bent legs, and looked at the moon shadow in front of her.

He took off his cloak and wrapped her up.

She lowered her head, looked at the fox fur on the cloak and said, "You, don't let that Han Ning touch you."

He paused slightly with his hands, then embraced her, raised his lips and whispered in her ear, "Okay."

She lowered her head, her face was warm.

In the past, she was so bold that she kissed him actively, climbed on his bed, and said that she would give birth to him. At this time, she actually felt uncomfortable.

He bent his face slightly and moved his lips to hers.

The long-lost fragrance fills the lips and teeth.

"I already have a wife, how could I want another woman?"

He was happy like a teenager.

He remembered the night after he got engaged to her at Wei's house.

That night, he also drank a little wine with her brothers.

After returning to the room and opening the door, she jumped out from behind the curtain like a kitten, biting her lower lip happily, and stood in front of him and called him to resign.

Mingci, Mingci, engaged, am I your man?

Mingci, Mingci, I really want to give birth to you!

Under the lamp, she was as delicate and beautiful as a red peony outside the window, warm and sincere, and she was always tempting him to commit crimes.

The girl's frankness was the trigger that ignited him. After restraining him for so long, he hugged her, kissed her regardless, and held the petite her under him with his fiery body.

For the first time, he knew that his lovable little wife had such a crazy inner nature.

He thought that he was stable enough after being honed in the army for a long time, but at that moment, he turned back into a real kid.

...Perhaps from the side he met at the beginning of the year, he was destined to have no resistance to her in his life.

Be it her body or her soul.

Just like now, he should have passed the age of impulsiveness, but when he faced her, he still felt that the desire was hard to restrain.

"Shall we have another baby?" he said.

Wei Xi'er was silent, then shook his head again.

She felt it was unfair to Brother Huai.

What Yu Hui said was right, with the little one, they would focus their energy on the young one. Brother Huai has been suffering for so many years, and she still hasn't made up for him.

Besides, she might not be able to conceive anymore.

In other words, she didn't think about it before she got there?
Xiao Fang squeezed her hand, and let her head rest on his shoulder: "Brother Huai's daughter-in-law has recently accepted an imperial doctor from the Qin Dynasty, and several generations of the family used to specialize in gynecology in the palace.

"I've inquired in private that several older women are pregnant after taking his medicine. Let's send him a message sometime."

He felt that he had never been so annoying to his son as he was now.

However, he is not in a hurry.She still has him in her heart and wants to dominate him, so he is satisfied.

Xiao Huai, who was reading a book with Shen Xi in his arms in the other courtyard of Lu'er Hutong, suddenly sneezed. He wiped his nose and put down the book: "Why do I have a vague sense of ominousness?"

Shen Xi stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "The Flower Festival will be in two days, your feeling is right."

……

On the day of Huachao Festival, Xiao Fang obeyed Shi Di's invitation and went to Cuihu Lake.

Marquis Wei Yuan even asked him behind his back: "You really want to do this?"

He brushed his robe and said with a smile: "The family is strict, there is no way." He had to take this opportunity to break Han Dun's mind.

Marquis Weiyuan saw his wife-servant face, and had nothing to say.

The Han Ning who came to her door was superficial and self-righteous, she was not comparable to brother Huai's daughter-in-law, let alone his wife Xiao Fang.

After finishing the work, he returned to Fengshan, and she was watering the flowers.

He hugged her from behind: "I want to eat drunk roast chicken." Like a child begging for a reward.

She lowered her head and raised her lips, and made him drunk roast chicken.

She watched him eat and smoothed his cuffs from time to time.Ask him: "What kind of person is Brother Huai's daughter-in-law?"

It was her daughter-in-law. Although she was always mentioned by people, she had never seen it, so she was still curious.

"It's very courageous to vent out the same nostrils as our son, and his brain is still useful." He said, "But the smartest and cutest is my Xi'er. In my eyes, except for you, all the women in this world are just decorations. "

Wei Xi'er bit her lower lip lightly, and couldn't help laughing.

This is a husband's confession to his wife, and she has nothing to be hypocritical about.

……

Yes, she had acquiesced that they were still husband and wife, although she still hadn't allowed him to stay overnight.

But she was no longer so resistant in her heart, if there was, let it be, she thought.

The change in her attitude towards him is the weather vane.

Yu Hui, who used to covertly mention him in front of her, began to follow her behind like a little tail every day, and reported to her all the affairs of Prince Yan's mansion unscrupulously.

Of course the most is about him.

To talk about how he strategized and controlled the overall situation, how he captivated all living beings, and how he was dedicated, it is only a matter of writing a biography of him.

But it is undeniable that she was really happy to hear this.

She would imagine how he would be when he was uncovering the various schemes of the enemies, how he would be giving orders in the camp, how he would be exquisite but still standing still in the face of all kinds of temptations...

Gradually, she felt that her dusty girlish heart gradually regained its luster.

(End of this chapter)