Chapter 77 Chapter 77 I wish to be with my wife for the rest of our lives...
After the heavy rain, the sky was clear.
When Jiang Hexue woke up from his sleep, bright sunlight was sliding in from a corner of the brocade curtain. The window was slightly ajar, and outside the window, Xiao Hehe and Xiao Qionghua were playing again.
An arm was draped across her waist, and his palm rested on her lower abdomen, massaging it gently and slowly.
"Awake a long time ago?" Jiang Hexue said lazily without turning around.
Shen Qingchen said “hmm”.
"Why don't you get up?" Jiang Hexue took his hand, pinched it and played with it, admiring the rings against each other.
"...Can't Malt Sugar stay in bed?" A young man's hoarse and slightly awkward voice came from behind.
Jiang Hexue was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and immediately laughed.
"Tiantian, why are you acting like a spoiled child so early in the morning?" She turned around and smiled at him.
She poked the side of his cheek with her fingertips, creating a dimple.
She found the fun in poking here and there.
Shen Qingchen didn't stop her for a moment, but looked down at her, with a subtle arc at the corner of his eyes.
After making a fuss for a while, he lowered his head and nodded at her.
Jiang Hexue raised her chin knowingly and kissed him for a while.
No one opened their mouths, their noses touched, their lips pressed against each other, like melted malt sugar, they were stuck together for a long time and couldn't pull each other apart.
"I love you." Jiang Hexue suddenly remembered her previous promise and said to him with a smile. "I love you more today than yesterday."
"I'll tell you this every day. Once in the morning, once during lunch break, and once before you go to sleep at night." She narrowed her eyes, her gaze clear. "I won't forget it again."
Shen Qingchen also bent his eyes and rubbed his nose against hers: "Okay."
"So this time, is it counted as getting up in the morning or taking a lunch break?" he asked.
"...What time is it?" Jiang Hexue stood up from his arms in surprise and glanced at the clepsydra.
1st quarter of the afternoon.
"Chen Qingchen! Why didn't you remind me!" She screamed, thrashing to get out of bed. "How can Shen Zheng get here now...!"
Just as she jumped up from the couch, her legs went weak and she fell back onto him.
Shen Qingchen hugged her tightly, rubbed her calf gently with his palm, and sighed: "Is it so painful?"
Jiang Hexue glanced at him shyly and muttered, "I can only move slowly like a little turtle."
"What should we do then?" he asked.
"Lie on the big turtle's back and follow it." Jiang Hexue grabbed his collar and acted coquettishly. "Hurry up, it's getting late."
Being compared to two turtles by her, Shen Qingchen did not get angry. He carried her on his back as she said, sent a maid to get her clothes, and then he cleaned her teeth, washed her face, and combed her hair.
"It's a good turtle." Jiang Hexue let him serve her, and spoke to him vaguely with foam in her mouth.
Shen Qingchen handed over the salt water and asked her to spit it out: “What’s the matter?”
"In mythology, lovers transform into butterflies, but butterflies can't live more than half a year. From now on, let's transform into turtles together." Jiang Hexue dotted the lather of red cherry scented soap on his face. "We'll live for hundreds of years. We'll be on the ground when we want, in the water when we want, head to head, and we'll stick together no matter what we do."
"Okay." Shen Qingchen responded with a smile.
Everything was ready. He looked at the light pink silk skirt that the maid had prepared for her, and without hesitation, he returned to his bedroom and changed into the light pink gown that was made for her.
When she came back, she saw Xuemei rummaging through boxes and drawers looking for another one for her.
"Don't you like this?" Shen Qingchen asked.
Jiang Hexue glared at him angrily, lowered her hand that was covering her neck, and raised her chin: "May I ask the culprit, how am I supposed to get out of this house?"
On her slender white neck, red marks were scattered and scattered, like peach petals falling into the clear lake water, scattered and lingering.
Shen Qingchen took a look, the tips of his ears instantly turned red, he tilted his head, and coughed uncomfortably.
Jiang Hexue puffed her cheeks up like a lungfish and looked at him: "Speak."
"I have applied medicine to you twice." Shen Qingchen lowered his head and spoke softly. "Sorry, Qiong Qiong."
"Princess, take a look at these?" Just at this moment, Xuemei brought two things with both hands. Shen Qingchen glanced at them and was slightly stunned.
It is a peach pink scarf and a shawl of the same color.
"Let me try." Jiang Hexue lifted her skirt and walked to the mirror, put on her shawl, carefully put on her scarf, and carefully tied a beautiful flower knot under her neck to just cover the last trace.
"How is it?" She turned around with satisfaction and showed it to Shen Qingchen. "You can't see it at all."
"Why don't you change to a stand-up collar?" the other party asked knowingly.
"Even a stand-up collar can't hide it." Jiang Hexue deliberately said, then hooked the edge of his pale pink sleeve. "I want to wear the same color as my husband."
Shen Qingchen tapped her earlobe, and Jiang Hexue glanced in the mirror again.
Xuemei picked out a pair of pink crystal earrings from her dressing table and handed them to her. She watched their princess put them on and then looked up to show them to His Highness.
His Highness came over and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
The princess put on some lip balm, reached out her hand to him, and he took it. She then tapped his back with her free hand.
Then, His Highness leaned over, lifted the princess up on his back and carried her out.
Neither of them said a word. Nor did they need to say a word.
Xuemei couldn't help but laugh secretly while hugging Xueju. After the two of them left, the lively Xueju jumped up and said, "Uncle Fu should be relieved now!"
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Shen Zheng still hadn't arrived at Zhiwei Temple where he had made an appointment with Shen Chuning.
About a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Hexue knocked on the door of the box that had been booked in advance, and it was Jiang Heye who opened the door.
"The princess lost." He called out "Sister," then turned around triumphantly and said to Shen Chuning, "She lost both."
Shen Chuning puffed up her lips and said sullenly: "Auntie Huang——"
"What's the bet?" Jiang Hexue sat down beside her, holding up her shawl. Seeing her raise two fingers, he said, "The first one is that the imperial aunt will arrive on time."
"The second thing is that the emperor's uncle won't come."
"I lost twenty pounds of sesame candy to him." Shen Chuning's lips drooped, looking pitiful.
Jiang Hexue couldn't help laughing, while Jiang Heye beside him waved his hands and explained: "She has a toothache, but it can't be considered that I am bullying her."
The sound of festive and lively drums and music was heard.
"My third cousin is here!" Shen Chuning stopped arguing with him and leaned towards the window excitedly, followed closely by Jiang Heye.
"Third cousin?" Jiang Hexue tilted her head and asked Shen Qingchen. "Who is this year's top scholar...?"
"The third son of the Xu family in Xiangzhou, Qingyan." Shen Qingchen replied.
The Xu family of Xiangzhou is a family that has been entrenched in Longlin for a hundred years. Their families have been soldiers for generations. Shen Chuning's mother, Concubine Xu, is the eldest daughter of the Xu family.
"He's still underage, right?" Jiang Hexue recalled, exclaiming. "He truly is a promising young man."
"He was born in the fourth year of Yongjia." Shen Qingchen nodded.
Jiang Hexue glanced at Jiang Heye, who was also born in the fourth year of Yongjia and was lying shoulder to shoulder with Shen Chuning by the window, and sighed.
"Such a brilliant champion, and a cousin of Rongchang," she asked Shen Qingchen tentatively. "What does your majesty mean?"
Shen Qingchen touched the pearl flower on her bun soothingly.
"Whether or not he can marry the princess depends on He Ye's achievements," he said objectively. "It has nothing to do with Mr. Xu San."
"And Mr. Xu already has a sweetheart, so there's no need to worry." He gently nudged her lower back with his fingers. "Go and see."
Before Jiang Hexue could ask any further questions, she heard Shen Chuning excitedly call out "Third cousin" and quickly moved to the window to take a look.
The top scholar was paraded through the streets, and the crowds of onlookers were shoulder to shoulder and the noise was deafening.
The young man in the lead wore a red robe with flowers on his hair, his eyes were like morning stars, and he greeted the onlookers with a smile as bright as spring breeze, but he did not take the purse and handkerchief thrown to him.
At this moment, he looked up, waved to Shen Chuning who was lying by the window, and mouthed: "Princess cousin."
Shen Chuning threw a flower to him, but he waved his hand and didn't take it. Instead, Jiang Heye pressed her head back and said in a deep voice, "Little Princess."
Shen Chuning rubbed his head randomly and said, "Don't be jealous, be good."
Jiang Heye looked at his sister who was trying to hold back her laughter and his brother-in-law with an expressionless face, and fell silent.
"Wow! The top scholar accepted it!" Just at this moment, the people below exclaimed. Jiang Hexue immediately lowered her eyes in surprise, and indeed saw that Xu Qingyan had a snow-white silk handkerchief embroidered with rosewood in his hand.
He was looking up and waving at her with a silk handkerchief in his hand.
Jiang Hexue followed his gaze and saw a pale, frail hand pressing down on a snow-white tiger claw by the window of the next box.
The high-spirited top scholar was all smiles.
She closed the window in surprise and hid back, looking at Shen Qingchen: "Mr. Xu San's sweetheart... is Shu Tan?"
The latter said "hmm" calmly. Jiang Hexue opened her mouth, feeling incredible, but also feeling that they were a good match.
After all, the Wei Shutan she saw last time was indeed very different from the gloomy look she had the first time. He was gentle and clear like the moon, which was more suitable for her than his previous appearance.
It was as if she was originally such a person, after the haze was cleared away, the moon was clear and the frost was flowing.
Jiang Heye and Shen Chuning were arguing about what to call each other if Xu Qingyan and Wei Shutan got married.
"Do you think it's possible?" Jiang Hexue asked Shen Qingchen.
Shen Qingchen brought the person over and casually pointed at the Nanzhu on her pearl flower: "No divination."
Jiang Hexue was truly worried. She wondered if Xu Qingyan knew Wei Shutan's identity, and even more so if Wei Shutan could escape his bondage.
The lattice door was knocked gently while several people were thinking about their own things.
"Master." Jiang Heye opened the door and welcomed her in.
Wei Shutan looked better than last time. Although her face was still a little pale, she put on a light layer of rouge, which made her look more rosy and radiant.
"Your Highness, Princess, Princess." She bowed politely to each one, then curled her lips. "My benefactor has come too."
Shen Qingchen rested his fingertips lightly on the back of Jiang Hexue's chair and nodded slightly at her.
"The princess wants it." Wei Shutan handed a heavy mahogany box to the two of them and blinked. "If it is suitable, Mengniang will continue."
"Master, have you started repairing antiques again?" Jiang Heye was surprised.
Wei Shutan smiled and nodded.
"Then let my sister and brother-in-law take a look. The three of us will go out and see when the number one scholar will arrive." Jiang Heye rolled his eyes, took Shen Chuning's wrist, and hooked his hand at Wei Shutan.
"I want to..." Shen Chuning was halfway through her words when he led her out and closed the door.
"What antiques do you want to repair?" Shen Qingchen looked at it and asked. "You are still going to the trouble of asking Mengniang about it, but you are not going to the palace."
Jiang Hexue smiled and nodded to the wooden box: "Husband, open it."
After looking at each other for a moment, Shen Qingchen opened the lid of the box and lowered his eyes.
Inside was an exquisite pottery sculpture. The woman's face was beautiful and clear, she was kneeling on a brocade cushion with her eyes closed, a gentle and kind smile on her lips.
It’s Princess Renshu.
Memories are like fog that has been cleared away, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky illuminates the sporadic past events clearly.
Shen Qingchen gently held the pottery sculpture and looked at Jiang Hexue.
"Zhaohua, make a wish for me, maybe it will come true." The girl leaned on her chin and looked at him, her eyes curved. "Make another wish."
The spring sun was bright and his reflection was clearly reflected in her purple eyes.
Shen Qingchen leaned down slightly and touched his forehead with hers.
"Then I will make a wish to be with my wife for the rest of our lives."
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The author has something to say: "1" The name of pufferfish in ancient times
Why hasn’t anyone praised my improved skills [explosive crying]? There are no brackets anymore [explosive crying] (I don’t want to add it if I can avoid it [explosive crying] unless I have no other tricks [explosive crying])
I'll go back and rework 31 and 32 after it's finished, and try to get rid of the brackets [melted][heartbroken]
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