Chapter 1077 Fortunately, there is still perfection in this world

Three partridge calls were heard from the west wall, and Jiang Xue turned around the corridor holding a silk lantern.

Xiao Zhan looked at his wife's profile, which was silvered by the moonlight, and suddenly remembered the Lantern Festival that year, when she also held a rabbit lantern and reached out to him amid the fireworks in the city.

"Did Yun Che smell the sour taste?"

Jiang Xue suddenly stopped and poked her husband's tight waistband with her fingertips: "The Jiang family kid has been holding the medicine box and grinning for half the night. He is happier than you were when you held the marriage certificate."

Xiao Zhan took the opportunity to grab the rebellious hand, and the white jade bracelet on his wrist made his palm hot: "Back then, some people hid behind the screen and watched me and my brother play chess for three games before they showed up."

Before he could finish his words, the soft flesh on his waist was twisted.

Two nightingales were startled behind the rockery. Fu Dong was squatting on the beam eating melon seeds.

She looked at the figure leaning against the tree and smacked her lips. The silver bracelet on her wrist made a crisp sound. "I say, Doctor Jiang, your cousin's ability to coax his wife is not as good as his ability to test poison."

"A keepsake that reminds me of someone!"

Fu Dong suddenly realized that the token of love must always be by his side and not be damaged over the years.

Today she was so busy choosing items that Hejiang Xiaoan liked that she forgot about the deeper meaning behind this.

"Why don't you accept this box of herbs first, and I'll give you a proper token of love gift later?"

Jiang Xiaoan's eyes sparkled: "You have to engrave it in your heart."

"Of course I remember it well."

He carefully put away the sandalwood box, and turned around with his sleeves fluttering in the wind: "Would you like to taste Yunwu tea or Longjing before the rain?"

"Let's not rush into this."

Fu Dong's eyes were bright: "The princess has already informed us that the wedding will be on the 26th of next month. Jiang Xiaoan, I am very happy."

"Congratulations."

He held her slightly cold hand and asked, "Are there any unfinished words?"

"There is one thing that is puzzling."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly: "There are many beautiful girls in the world, why did you choose a tiny star like me?"

“I don’t know the answer to that either.”

Jiang Xiaoan stroked the red string on her wrist with his fingertips:

"Just like you don't understand, there are so many good men in the world, why did you choose me? Maybe the matchmaker has already tied the red thread, and you and I just met according to fate."

"Maybe that's the case!"

Fu Dong recalled the time when Qing Feng risked his life to protect her, and she was filled with gratitude. But it was the man in front of her who made her experience all the flavors of love. This kind of encounter was truly God's will.

The warm palms suddenly held her in his arms: "Fudong, I will never let you down in this life."

"I believe it."

She chuckled and said, "If you dare to betray me, you will see the princess and her husband disappear from the general's mansion."

"No one else needs to do anything."

Jiang Xiaoan rested his chin against the top of her head and said, "I will pay you with my life."

As the wedding date approaches, not only does Jiang Xue take care of the arrangements every day, but Jiang Xiaowei also takes care of the dowry herself.

Looking at the busy servants in the corridor, she stroked the mandarin duck brocade on the stretcher - Princess Fu Dongsui was used to seeing rare treasures, but only this pillowcase with lotus embroidered in different colors on both sides could fully express her affection.

When the sun shone into the embroidery room, Chinen came in with a cup of soothing soup: "Madam, take a rest. I will massage your shoulders."

Jiang Xiaowei held the back of her neck and gently rubbed her sore neck. There was still half an unfinished lotus painting on the embroidery frame in the needle and thread basket.

Seeing this, Chinen stepped forward and massaged her shoulders and neck, saying:

"A few days ago, Ge Lianxiang sprinkled some wood ash on the southwest corner of the flowerbed. The camellias looked like they had drunk some nectar. Their petals were so bright that they looked like they could bleed."

"Wood ash can strengthen roots and stems, so it's not surprising."

Jiang Xiaowei closed his eyes and rested, while wisps of agarwood wafted out from the gilded incense burner.

"But the little girls just copied it before, but it never worked like this."

Chinen moved his knuckles along the scapula, and suddenly felt pain in his palm from the thin shoulder bones of his master.

"After all, you are a girl who grew up in a farming family. You have your own way of taking care of flowers and plants." Before she finished her words, Jiang Xiaowei yawned with her hands covering her lips, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Chinen hurriedly helped her lean on the peony pillow: "Ge Lianxiang and her son have finally gotten what they deserved after all the hardship they've endured. The other day I taught her to write amulets, and the ink splattered all over the paper. She insisted on offering them in front of the Buddha to pray for your blessing."

"Why bother praying to God or Buddha?"

Jiang Xiaowei looked at the falling ginkgo leaves outside the window and said: "If they can settle down in the Marquis' Mansion, it will be worth saving her in the snow."

As he spoke, he yawned several times and was so sleepy that he couldn't even hold the silk handkerchief.

"The Third Young Master said that people with double bodies tend to get tired easily."

Chinen held her arm and led her to the bed. The pattern of hundreds of children and grandchildren embroidered on the quilt was slightly damp. "Why don't we ask the young master to come and check my pulse?"

"My third brother checked my pulse the day before yesterday when I returned home and said I was in good health."

Jiang Xiaowei stroked her bulging belly with her fingertips, and the gold flakes leaking through the window swayed on her moon-white nightgown. "He is busy preparing for the wedding, so don't make things more complicated."

In a blink of an eye, it was the eve of Fudong's wedding.

Jiang Xue stepped into the west wing, following the shadows of the sycamore trees all over the ground. The aroma of osmanthus honey in the celadon bowl rose with hot steam.

Fu Dong hurriedly stood up to answer it, but she pressed his shoulder and sat back in front of the dressing table.

"There is a folk saying that only if a daughter-to-be-married eats Yuanxiao served by her closest relatives can her future life be smooth and fulfilling."

Jiang Xue's eyebrows were soft in the reflection of the gilded candlestick, and her fingertips were slightly red from being burned by the porcelain bowl: "When I got married..."

Fu Dong looked at the white dumplings floating in the bowl and suddenly remembered the frosty morning fifteen years ago.

At that time, she hid behind the pillar, watching the sixteen-year-old princess put on her gold-embroidered wedding dress, but she did not dare to touch the bowl of sweet soup that had already gone cold.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

"Try it now."

Jiang Xue gently pushed the celadon bowl in, and the bottom of the bowl made a crisp sound when it hit the wooden table: "Eat this bowl of Yuanxiao and wish for good luck."

Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the ice cracks on the edge of the bowl. The candlelight jumped between the two of them, making each other's eyes glow with warmth.

Fudong scooped up the translucent Yuanxiao, and the sweet aroma of osmanthus wrapped in honey rose up.

When the soft and glutinous crust burst open between her teeth, the warm sesame filling reminded her of the day when she first met the princess, and the melted snow from the eaves dripped onto the new silver armor.

"Are you really not nervous?" Jiang Xue asked suddenly when Fu Dong was scraping the last bit of sugar stains at the bottom of the bowl with a silver spoon.

This action reminded them of the time when they shared a jar of osmanthus honey after the martial arts competition in the training ground.

"Like a warhorse about to leap over a city wall."

Fu Dong turned the silver spoon upside down in the empty bowl: "I am afraid of stepping into the air, but I also yearn for the clouds."

Amid the sound of the copper spoon colliding with the porcelain bowl, she saw the princess's eyelashes trembling slightly.

"The third time I put on my wedding dress..."

Jiang Xue suddenly reached out to brush away the broken hair on Fu Dong's temples. Her fingertips were covered with calluses from years of holding swords. "The pearls on my hair crown hurt the back of my neck, but the most painful thing is..."

She paused, then stroked the golden lotus embroidered on his shoulder: "Fortunately, there is still perfection in this world."

When the morning light dyed the window frames red, the hair-combing nanny was about to speak while holding the sandalwood comb, but was interrupted by Jiang Xue.

She took off the Pisces pendant from her waist and pressed it into the bottom of her dressing table. This was the item that Fu Dong had left behind when he carried her out of the fire.