Chapter 38: The Withered Flower Branch The husband wanted a child, but he was also waiting for the night...
"Husband...husband."
Cui Yiluo's voice was a little muffled when she just woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, he held her in his arms intimately, and she actually stuttered for a rare time.
He lowered his handsome face slightly to look at her and whispered, "Go back to your room and sleep."
In the dim and quiet study, he hooked his arm around her knees and held her horizontally, inexplicably filling the atmosphere with a touch of ambiguity.
It was rare for Cui Yiluo to feel a hint of softness in it.
She must have been confused from sleeping.
Cui Yiluo lowered her eyes and deliberately grabbed the front of his shirt, ruffling the neatly-made clothes. "Sleeping in such a quiet place like the study, my husband probably thinks I'm being unruly and getting in the way."
Cui Yiluo was caught dozing off by him, so she just acted confidently.
Jiang Yunjin frowned: "I don't mean that."
She was just teasing him, but he explained to her seriously. Cui Yiluo became more interested and grabbed his collar, continuing, "So, my husband didn't pick me up to throw me out of the study. That was a misunderstanding."
Jiang Yunjin's brows furrowed even more tightly, but he didn't continue explaining.
He held her horizontally, of course he didn't mean to throw her out or wake her up and send her away. He probably wanted to send her back to her room. After all, she was asleep. With his polite nature, he probably wouldn't take the initiative to wake her up, so he had to resort to this last resort.
But hugging each other back to the room is just normal for ordinary couples, but it is too intimate between them.
Moreover, there were servants all along the way, and now that she was awake, he would definitely put her down.
Sure enough, he leaned down a little, trying to put her down.
Cui Yiluo quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her whole body slumped against his. The man paused, looking at her with some surprise, the dark shadows in his eyes gently spreading.
"Husband, I'm still a little sleepy. Won't you carry me back? It's late at night. Won't you go back to the room with Yiluo?"
As she spoke, her snow-white face, slightly flushed from her nap, rubbed against his neck, making him feel tingling, and her red lips seemed to want to kiss his chin.
He pursed his lips slightly, and the coldness on his face melted a little inexplicably under the warm yellow candlelight, giving people the illusion that he was in a good mood.
The hand around her waist tightened, and the other hand that was about to hold her down silently raised it. He said nothing, just carried her around the table and walked out.
Cui Yiluo hooked her arms around his neck and relaxed in his embrace. Under the moonlight, she was enveloped in his arms. For a moment, she felt that the corners of his lips seemed to rise, but after blinking her eyelashes, she saw that the corners of his lips were flat without any curve.
The moonlight tonight is so dazzling.
He held her steadily all the way back to Jixuezhai. The other servants who were waiting on the road couldn't help but look surprised when they saw that the usually serious and abstinent Minister of the Central Secretariat was carrying his wife back to the bedroom, but they tried hard to suppress it and turned their heads as if they didn't see it.
Cui Yiluo was even more pleased with herself, imagining that he must be extremely embarrassed at the moment, breaking the rules in front of the servants. Thinking this way, she pressed her body even closer to him, and indeed, she felt his body stiffen slightly.
So teasingly, she pressed closer.
Even though they had had deep contact several times, he still felt uncomfortable with her touch, he was such a straight-laced person.
Cui Yiluo suddenly remembered his handwriting that she had just casually glanced at.
For such a serious and upright person, his handwriting was as elegant as clouds and mist, which was very different from what Cui Yiluo had expected.
"Who taught my husband to write?"
In the darkness of the night, she suddenly spoke, and Jiang Yunjin was stunned.
His usually cold voice flowed like a clear spring in the night, "My father."
It turns out that he wasn't taught by any great master. Children of noble families naturally seek out famous teachers. The former Shangshu Ling had learned to write beautiful calligraphy, and many high-ranking families wanted him to teach their children a thing or two.
Jiang Yunjin, the only son of the Jiang family's eldest wife, was actually taught calligraphy by his father himself. But wasn't his father the strictest with him? Jiang Zhaoyue had once told her that the late Jiang Yushi was a strict and conservative man, and that he personally taught Jiang Yunjin strictly, giving him such elegant calligraphy.
"What's wrong?"
He spoke suddenly, interrupting her thoughts.
He still held her firmly in his arms as they walked under the moonlight, his figure stretched out on the bluestone bricks as they passed through the green bamboos under the courtyard wall.
Cui Yiluo withdrew her gaze from the intertwined figures, "I just feel that the words reflect the person, and it doesn't seem to apply to my husband."
Jiang Yunjin pursed his lips slightly, and seemed to glance down at her, "You don't like it?"
"No."
Most of the noble ladies in Shengjing learned to write beautiful calligraphy in small characters with hairpin flowers, as if beautiful calligraphy was the most important thing for a woman. The master that Yao hired for her must have a good reputation in Ningzhou, otherwise how could it reflect Yao's generosity and virtue, and her dedication to the upbringing of her husband's deceased wife's daughter?
But behind closed doors, the master only served her tea and snacks, and did not teach her calligraphy. He just packed up and left when the time came.
She had no choice but to take the copybook and stand in front of the desk, practicing diligently, stroke by stroke.
She did not learn the beautiful calligraphy of hairpin flowers.
She was not a person who followed rules, so her handwriting was naturally not neat, but also as elegant as Jiang Yunjin's, so Cui Yiluo did not dislike it, because her handwriting was the same.
It just lacks the elegant style.
The man with the hair on top was silent for a moment, and his voice became a little deeper: "If you don't like it, I will find someone to teach you in the future..."
Cui Yiluo raised her eyes suddenly and saw Jiang Yunjin quickly stopped talking as if he had come to his senses, and pursed his lips uncomfortably.
She immediately became happy, put her arms around his neck and said with a smile: "Husband, do you really think so far ahead?"
Jiang Yunjin knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he naturally didn't say anything else.
Cui Yiluo was so happy that a smile spread across her face. She put her lips close to his neck teasingly, and rubbed the skin of his neck while speaking, as if she was kissing him intermittently.
"My husband wants a child, but he sticks to the one-night-a-day rule. He says, when will we be able to conceive a child?"
The big hand across her waist tightened, and the man's steps slowed down.
He didn't answer, and Cui Yiluo kissed the slightly bulging blue veins on his neck again.
The next moment, he patted her waist lightly as a warning.
"Still outside."
Cui Yiluo was immediately overjoyed and kissed him on the chin again, "Then my husband, won't you walk faster?"
The clear jawline suddenly became sharper, and even the heat seemed to be about to burst out. He used a little force in his hands to restrain her from rubbing and moving around in his arms.
He quickened his pace, as if afraid that she would continue to act recklessly outside and be seen by others.
But Cui Yiluo was just teasing him on purpose. She was called over to copy the family rules all night, so she didn't have the energy to do that kind of thing with him again. He always controlled himself and didn't let it end. This evening, she played with him like that again. Who knew if he would retaliate against her if he lost control.
So after taking a bath, Cui Yiluo turned off all the lights and candles, and without caring about his reaction when he came out of the bathroom, she fell asleep with her back to the outside.
Perhaps it was because he had been tossing her around every night recently that she didn't sleep as lightly as before. Or perhaps she felt that even if there were thieves or assassins, Jiang Yunjin was sleeping outside.
She wasn't sleeping alone, so something like that wouldn't happen again.
She slept soundly. It seemed that she was really tired from copying the family rules last night. When she woke up, Jiang Yunjin had already gone to court.
As Li Lan helped her dress, she said, "Young lady, the eldest master just told me to remind you that you can go directly to the study to copy the house rules today. He has already instructed the guards, and you can come and go freely in the study from now on."
He was not really afraid that she would do anything to harm him. Even if she casually lost an official document in his room, it would be enough for him to be punished for dereliction of duty.
I really trust her.
Or maybe she was afraid that the deadline would come and she would not be able to report to Old Madam Jiang.
Cui Yiluo felt a strange feeling in her heart, but as she reached the dining hall, she suppressed her thoughts and focused on having breakfast.
Since Jiang Yunjin generously let her use the study, Cui Yiluo naturally did not hesitate and went straight there after dinner. However, after a whole morning, she only copied the text twice more, and only a few sheets of cut rice paper were left.
She asked Wen Feng and learned that the rice paper was placed in the rosewood cabinet on the left side of the room, so she went straight over to get it.
A stack of cut rice paper was neatly placed in the cabinet. Cui Yiluo estimated the weight and pulled out some of it. The cabinet was deep, and Cui Yiluo did not pull it out straight, so she accidentally brought out a wooden box placed deep in the cabinet.
The wooden box fell onto the woven carpet with a dull thud.
Cui Yiluo had no choice but to put the paper on the ground and pick up the wooden box.
Fortunately, the wooden box was not opened towards the ground, so none of the contents spilled out. However, when it hit the ground, the contents inside were inevitably revealed.
Cui Yiluo's fingers touching the wooden box paused slightly.
What's this?
Inside the open wooden box, there was a withered...flower branch? It looked like it had been there for a long time, at least five or six years. Although it had been well-preserved, it was so withered and yellowed that its original appearance was unrecognizable. One could only barely make out that it looked like a flower branch, but it was impossible to tell what kind of flower it was.
Cui Yiluo frowned. He put a withered flower branch into a wooden box and carefully kept it in a rosewood cabinet. Does this flower branch have any important meaning to him?
The wooden box in the rosewood cabinet was suddenly opened, as if she had suddenly touched Jiang Yunjin's heart.
The withered branches of flowers were exposed in the sunlight, as if a hidden corner of her heart had suddenly been uncovered. Cui Yiluo gently picked up the wooden box, closed it, and ran her fingers over the raised pattern on the top of the box.
Cui Yiluo turned around and saw a forsythia flower vividly carved on the wooden box.
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