Chapter 14 Chapter 14 She couldn't believe what she saw
The end of the brocade curtain is decorated with South pearls. When it is moved, the South pearls collide with each other, making a light and ambiguous sound.
Warm steam hits my face.
Jiang Hexue was so hot that she subconsciously closed her eyes and brushed away the moisture in front of her: "How...Chen Qingchen!"
She couldn't believe what she saw. She closed the brocade curtain with a "swoosh" and hid behind it, trying to calm her suddenly accelerated heartbeat.
"Zhaohua?" she called tentatively.
"Yeah." Shen Qingchen responded.
"Husband?" Jiang Hexue called again.
"Um."
Jiang Hexue rubbed his eyes and carefully lifted a corner of the brocade curtain, fearing that it was just an illusion.
However, it is not.
She glanced inside, then turned back, repeating this several times, but Shen Qingchen remained as steady as a mountain.
With a "whoosh", Jiang Hexue quickly and decisively pulled open all the brocade curtains: "Chen Qingchen!"
The warm water vapor was thick, and the scene before my eyes took a while to become clear.
The young man sat neatly by the hot spring pool, with only his trouser legs rolled up, and half of his calves immersed in the pool to wash his feet.
He was even holding a book in his hand leisurely. Jiang Hexue took a closer look and found that it was the "Qingxin Sutra" "1".
It was completely different from what she had imagined, a seductive look of him soaking naked in a hot spring with his black hair loose... quite the opposite!
She closed her eyes in despair.
It really wasn't her illusion. He really looked so calm and restrained. He even buttoned his shirt to the top and didn't even bother to show her his entire neck.
She had spoken so bluntly and given him so much time, but instead of showing any remorse, he now slowly and methodically picked up the jade belt beside his legs and tied it back around his waist properly.
Although, that jade belt is quite short...it looks like only two feet three inches? Four inches?
It’s a shame that he has such a tall stature, broad shoulders and long legs, but such a thin waist... Stop.
Jiang Hexue shook his head.
No matter how beautiful it is, what's the point if I can't use it? On the wedding night, I could let her look at it and touch it, but now I won't even let her look at it!
Really cold, really indifferent, really boring and old-fashioned - really like throwing a wink to a blind man, and seducing a eunuch!
Such chaste and virtuous man's behavior is worse than that of a eunuch!
Jiang Hexue was secretly complaining in his heart, and the more he complained, the angrier he became.
"What's wrong?" Shen Qingchen asked calmly without even glancing at her. "But what's wrong?"
It’s not right. It’s really not right.
There was another "rustle" sound, and Jiang Hexue gritted his teeth and pulled the brocade curtain tightly, and tied a knot in a fit of anger.
Then with a "splash", she threw away the towel and jumped back into the hot spring.
Shen Qingchen behind the brocade curtain chuckled again.
"What are you laughing at!" Jiang Hexue was tearing the grass this time because of him. "Wash your feet and read your book! You don't know how to enjoy yourself at all!"
Shen Qingchen didn't say a word about her scolding, and picked up the topic just now: "Although the Xie family now holds the tiger talisman, it is not a family of scholars and officials. It has only been since the generation of the generals who guarded the country that they have entered the core of the government."
"Compared to the complex and intertwined power of the Dukes and Earls, who have inherited the throne from generation to generation, the Xie family is worthy of being put to good use."
"But there is someone else behind this."
"Don't worry, Long Lin's surname is 'Chen', he won't change it to 'Xie'."
He didn't say anything more, and Jiang Hexue didn't ask either. She just tore off seven or eight blades of grass and said sullenly, "Do you really have to be so wary of me? Like a rabbit guarding against a wolf."
"Fish guard against cats." Shen Qingchen corrected her. "Little angelfish guard against little river cats."
"Little Jiang, cat." Jiang Hexue's emotions came and went quickly, but she found new fun in these words and taught him. "Cat."
Shen Qingchen didn't learn this greasy and corny repetition of words.
"Cat," Jiang Hexue repeated. "Or...baby, choose one and learn."
Shen Qingchen pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Jiang Hexue had plenty of tricks. If he didn't learn, she would just say, "Baby Xiaoyu? Baby Xiaoyu? Baby Zhaohua? Baby Zhaohua?"
She repeated it several times, and Shen Qingchen finally coughed lightly.
Jiang Hexue happily thought that he was going to imitate her and stopped talking.
After waiting for a few seconds, I heard him say calmly: "If the mind is free from delusion, distracting thoughts will disappear; if the nature is always calm, all things will be at peace"2"..."
Jiang Hexue's breath was stuck in his throat and he almost couldn't breathe.
He actually read the "Pure Heart Sutra" to her?!
How could there be someone so unromantic, so old-fashioned and boring?!
"What kind of marriage are you getting? What kind of princess are you marrying?" She was almost mad at him. "You should just become a nun!"
"Don't even be a high monk, just be the ancient pine tree in Dingkong Temple!"
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Gu Song knew his mistake and was able to correct it. After soaking in the hot spring, he took the initiative to take her to pick fragrant wintersweets.
It was the season when wintersweets were in full bloom. The trees in the backyard of the inn were full of golden plum blossoms, which were quiet and intoxicating. Against the silver-white snow, it was like a poem or a painting.
Jiang Hexue didn't need to pick the plum blossoms herself. She just stood aside and instructed the servants to fill two large baskets with flower baskets and two porcelain jars with new snow, then nodded with satisfaction.
"Since it's a gift for the Queen Mother, ordinary incense sticks are too boring and not thoughtful enough." This was business, she said to Shen Qingchen seriously. "I'm planning to give the Queen Mother a scented comb, using plum fragrance mixed with beeswax, but I'm not good at painting, so you need to help me find an artist to design the pattern and then send a craftsman to make a mold for me."
"We also need to send someone to Qianxiangfang to get the sweet almond oil I refined earlier. It's in the white porcelain Gu at the base of the wall. Don't open it. I sealed it tightly. Take it directly, otherwise the quality will be compromised... No, I'll make some flower dew first and send it to the palace."
She added a lot more seriously, and only after Shen Qingchen agreed to everything did she start to leave.
Just as he was about to leave, he felt a chill on his head.
Shen Qingchen brushed off the snow that had wet her hair.
Jiang Hexue frowned slightly and looked at the plum tree covered with falling snow.
There was no wind at this time, and the wintersweets on the treetops did not move at all, only that branch was still trembling slightly.
Jiang Hexue craned his neck to identify it for a moment: "It looks like a bird."
"It's so cold, it will freeze to death here..." She tentatively stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand, but the plum branch was still quite a distance away.
Jiang Hexue fell back on his heels, subconsciously glanced at Shen Qingchen beside him, moved his lips, and said, "I'll go call them to help me."
Asking him for help, isn't that equivalent to her giving in?
She moved her fingers, trying to break free from Shen Qingchen's hand.
Suddenly he hugged my knees.
The next moment, her body was lifted up by him. As her vision swayed, Jiang Hexue instinctively put her arms around his neck and said angrily, "Chen Qingchen!"
This is different from the previous horizontal holding posture.
This time she sat in his arms, almost a head taller than him, looking him up and down.
In this novel vision, his eyelashes appeared particularly thick and dark, his skin was as cold and white as jade, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were a light crimson.
"Have we arrived yet?" Shen Qingchen looked up.
Jiang Hexue loosened his grip little by little and turned to reach the bird on the plum branch.
With him holding it up like this, it was easy to see a skinny, snow-white bird huddled in the snow on the treetop.
Jiang Hexue touched its still soft body, confirming it was alive, then carefully gathered it in his palm and lowered his eyes again: "Alright."
Jiang Hexue let out a soft breath as her heels landed on the solid ground. She blew two puffs of warm air at the bird and smiled, "You won't freeze to death."
The little white bird, frozen to death in her palm, seemed to understand what she said. Its round, obsidian eyes rolled around, and the crest on its head turned a pale yellow, no different from the wintersweet.
Just like the first blooming wintersweets on the plum branches, if you don’t look carefully, you will really miss them.
"It's so cute." Jiang Hexue gathered it a little tighter, blew on it gently, and then raised it to Shen Qingchen, the "bird rescuer." "Look."
Shen Qingchen didn't spoil her mood this time, and her eyes fell on the round scarlet spot on its cheek: "It's a cockatiel."
"Then I'll teach it to talk someday." Jiang Hexue's eyes lit up with joy. "It'll be able to keep me company and entertain me from now on."
She lightly hooked her finger on the edge of Chen Qingchen's sleeve, motioning him to go back, and then smiled and spoke to the little parrot in her hand: "I'll give you a name, okay?"
"Cockatiel, that's a nice name. But I can't call you Cockatiel. You're my little parrot now, you need a unique name."
"Since I found you in the snow, why not call you 'Xiaoxue'? It's the same character in my name. My name is Jiang Hexue." She muttered, not caring whether the little parrot paid attention. "Or should I just give you my nickname, 'Qiong Qiong'?"
"No." Shen Qingchen beside him finally spoke. "If it's called 'Qiong Qiong', how can I call you?"
Jiang Hexue only then remembered this matter and blinked hesitantly: "That's right."
But she immediately realized a more important issue than naming the parrot, and walked backwards while looking at him: "Can I keep it?"
"You like it very much." Shen Qingchen did not answer, but stated in a calm voice.
Jiang Hexue held the little parrot tightly and nodded: "If possible, I would like to raise it..."
Shen Qingchen didn’t say anything.
"I can tame it so it doesn't make noise in front of you." Jiang Hexue raised one hand and swore with his index and middle fingers. "I won't disturb the peace and quiet of the Heng'an Palace."
Shen Qingchen suddenly found it difficult not to laugh.
"Three fingers for swearing." He gestured to her correctly.
Jiang Hexue blinked guiltily and raised her ring finger: "I promise, I won't let it disturb your peace and quiet."
"What if it's not possible?" Shen Qingchen suppressed the corners of his lips that wanted to rise and asked deliberately.
The girl in front of him had a conflicted look on her bright face.
She pursed her red lips again and again, and finally raised her eyelashes, saying unreasonably and angrily: "Then I will raise her quietly."
The clear and charming purple eyes that usually held a teasing look now had a spoiled and innocent look.
Perhaps because she knew that he wouldn't take her seriously, her intention to test his bottom line was clearly evident in her eyes.
Shen Qingchen couldn't understand why she was so cute.
It really looks like a baby kitten.
The curve of his lips could no longer be suppressed.
"Of course you can." He leaned down and gently touched the little parrot in her hand, then held her hand again. "You are the mistress of the Heng'an Palace."
"If you really want to call it 'Qiong Qiong', that's fine too."
"I'll call the one next to you."
"What?" Jiang Hexue asked following his words.
"My dear."
The author has something to say:
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1. The title is fictitious
2. Scripture Fiction
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