Chapter 1040 Personal Talk
Jiang Xiaoan's chest was filled with rage. That bastard had squandered all his savings, and Fu Dong's indifference to his safety just now made him even angrier.
He clenched his fists and walked quickly along the bluestone road, crushing a few dead leaves with the soles of his shoes.
Fu Dong watched the figure leaving angrily, then turned to the owner of the gambling house with a sigh.
Fixed by those cold star-like eyes, the man in charge broke out in a cold sweat on the back of his neck, thinking that this female evil star really had bad intentions.
He glanced at the account book in the secret compartment, knowing that the ill-gotten gains he had accumulated over the years might be lost, and he was lucky to be able to keep his life for now.
When he reached the locust tree at the end of the street, Jiang Xiaoan suddenly stopped.
The morning mist wet his clothes, and he suddenly remembered that he had begged Fu Dong to come with him this morning, but now he left him alone in Longtan Huxue.
After all, that woman is the eldest princess's shadow guard, and protecting her master is her duty. It would be hypocritical for me to be so calculative.
When he turned around, his sleeves brought up a gust of cool wind, which scared away the sparrows foraging on the branches.
A loud noise of breaking wood was heard from the direction of the gambling house. When he ran back, he ran into Fu Dong walking towards him with wood chips all over the ground.
There were a few specks of sawdust on her dark tights, and the silver-scale armor around her waist shone coldly in the morning light.
"What's the big fuss?" Jiang Xiaoan raised his eyebrows as he looked at the ruins.
Fu Dong casually threw an indigo silk bag to him, and the heavy touch made his wrist slightly heavy.
When unfolded, the edges of the entire stack of banknotes were still stained with fresh ink, and the cinnabar seal of "Tong Bao Money House" on the top had not yet dried.
"Eight thousand taels, including principal and interest."
She flicked the sawdust that was floating in front of her eyes with her fingertips: "Just now, the Ministry of Industry checked the secret accounts."
Jiang Xiaoan stroked the dark pattern on the banknote and suddenly felt his palms getting hot: "Did you know this was a black gambling house?"
"A gambling house was set up at the foot of the imperial city, and the secret agents were deployed all the way to Suzaku Street."
Fu Dong lifted up a half-carved window frame with the tip of his winter boots: "Three of the missing cases filed by the Ministry of Justice last month were in this area."
He put the banknotes into his inner collar and heard the other party add lightly: "Master Jiang, I'm afraid you have arranged a whole ungrateful drama for me just now?"
This shocked him so much that his ears turned red, but he kept his mouth shut: "It's just a few complaints in my heart. It's Lord Fudong's fault for acting so heartless just now."
"If it really comes to a life-and-death situation..."
Fu Dong suddenly took a half step closer, and the faint scent of agarwood from his sleeves brushed past his nose: "Do you think I can't see that the gambler only has a wooden sword hidden in his sleeves?"
The cloud pattern on the sword at her waist brushed against his clothes. "But Young Master Jiang's gold silk soft armor can probably block three crossbow arrows."
Jiang Xiaoan's Adam's apple rolled as he looked at the ponytail that rose up when the woman turned around. The arc of her hair was even more eye-catching than the stack of banknotes.
He caught up with her and stood shoulder to shoulder, his boot soles rolling over a broken dice: "Next time Zuixianlou opens the jar of new wine, would you like to try it?"
The morning light shines through the broken eaves, weaving a fine golden web among the mess on the ground.
A faint smile flashed across Fu Dong's eyes, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the silver thread wrapped around the hilt of the sword, leaving a new faint scratch there.
The candlelight flickered in the corridor, and Fudong tapped the teacup lightly to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind.
Since Lan Feng was ordered to guard the border, the Lan family has taken better care of the young lady. This is because this baby carries the family heritage, and Jiang Xiaowei has fulfilled her duties as a granddaughter-in-law to the extreme.
Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoan repeatedly reminded the old lady of the taboos during pregnancy, and finally stopped the old lady from wanting to bring ginseng soup and tonic medicine every day.
At this moment, the woman leaning on the soft couch was gently stroking her pregnant belly. The white fungus sweet soup in the celadon bowl was still steaming, reflecting the warm lights in the room.
"It's more complete than what is written in the storybooks." Jiang Xiaowei muttered to himself while looking at the clouds outside the window.
If there is any flaw, it is the absence of the man from the northwestern border.
But compared to the unrequited love across the palace walls in the past, now waiting for the return of the baby in my belly is like holding a piece of paper with half a verse of sweet poetry, just waiting to put pen to paper.
In the mahogany box lay twenty-seven unsent letters, written from early autumn to late winter.
She originally thought that she should not let her worries hinder the general's armor, but she did not expect that half a month ago, a post horse would trample the morning frost and deliver a sandalwood box with the smell of gravel.
There were fine carvings hidden between the lotus patterns on the hairpin, a crooked pony was drawn on the sheepskin surface of the rattle, and the attached letter read, "This will be the mount for my son to learn riding and shooting in the future. Madam, please keep it for him first."
"Your father cut his heart in two, one half guards the territory, and the other half is tied to us."
Jiang Xiaowei picked up the wooden hairpin to tie up her hair, and suddenly she felt the fetus moving like drumbeats. She seemed to hear the man chuckling as he put his ear to her belly before going to the battle.
At dusk, the doorman brought the baby clothes sewn by Ge Lianxiang. Lan Ce checked them as usual before handing them to his master.
The coarse cloth swaddling cloth was decorated with Dunhuang flying fairy patterns woven in with cotton thread. Jiang Xiaowei stroked the uneven stitches, thinking about using the brocade in the warehouse to cut a patchwork quilt with the same pattern.
In the warm room of the east wing, Xiao Zhan tucked in the quilt for his wife, his palm resting on the slightly raised curve.
Jiang Xue's pillowbook was still at the chapter "The General Takes Off His Armour and Returns to the Countryside". The sparks from the candle wick startled him so much that he hurriedly protected his pregnant belly. This look of fear made the corners of his lips curl unconsciously in his sleep.
Many years ago, the young man who thought he would have to walk the imperial journey alone would never have imagined that the warm fragrance in the tent at this moment would be more addictive than ambergris.
Xiao Zhan closed his eyes while lying on his wife's back, remembering what the imperial physician said about the twins being stable. He suddenly felt that the little female doctor he had picked up in the snow that year was the spring breeze that he should have met in his life.
In the dead of night, Xiao Zhan gazed at his wife sleeping in his arms, his fingertips gently brushing her falling black hair.
This man who always shuttles between swords and swords, at this moment, feels his eyes warmed by the warmth in the arms - it is the person in front of him who gives him the most precious home in this life.
The sudden fetal movement woke Jiang Xue up instantly. She grabbed her husband's hand and pressed it against her round belly: "Yun Che, look! Yaoyao is greeting us!"
Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with the joy of becoming a new mother, and the uneasiness that had previously lingered between her brows had been dispelled by the real rhythm of life.
Xiao Zhan quickly placed his palm on her bulging belly and waited with bated breath for a long time, but there was no movement.
The usually calm leader of the martial arts world actually showed a childish disappointment: "It seems that our little princess doesn't like daddy."
Before he finished speaking, a sudden tenderness fell on his lips, and his wife's cunning eyes flickered in the moonlight: "Why not say something intimate to the fetal heart?"
When the man's angular face pressed against the pregnant belly, his usually cold voice turned into the gurgling sound of spring water: "Dear, let daddy feel your little fist, okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a clear kick in his palm.
This man who was so powerful in the court was now at a loss and his eyes were red.
"Xiaoxue, did you see that? She recognizes my voice!"
Xiao Zhan held his wife in his arms with care, his usually restrained voice trembling slightly.
Jiang Xue looked at the joy on her husband's face and suddenly remembered the young swordsman who was covered in blood but still as cold as ice when she first met him many years ago.
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