Chapter 1052 Xin Yue Jiang Xiaoan
"Moisten your stomach first, and then have a proper meal when you get home."
"Why is this prepared in the car?" She bit the crispy crust, and the sweet and sticky aroma spread on her tongue.
"Just now when you were taking a nap with your head resting on me, I specifically asked Heng'er to go to the imperial kitchen to get it."
His dark sleeves swept across the table, and he wiped the biscuit crumbs from the corner of her lips: "I'm afraid you'll have a stomachache when you wake up."
Jiang Xue swallowed the last bite and stroked the thin calluses on his palm with her fingertips: "Yun Che is always so thoughtful, how can I not be moved?"
Her amber eyes reflected the gold shards that shone through the curtains: "You must treat me like this year after year in the future."
"Did Madam forget her marriage vows?"
Xiao Zhan held her hand in his, the wedding ring on her finger gleaming silver:
"When you and I are old and gray, when our children have their own families and careers, and when Heng'er inherits the throne, as long as I am still alive, I will hold you in my hands."
She smiled and pecked his cheek, but her jaw was pinched: "Xiaoxue has promised that you are not allowed to favor Heng'er in the future. Yaoyao must also be ranked behind."
There was a hint of seriousness in his tone, which made Jiang Xue burst out laughing.
"As you command, Prime Minister."
She picked up a piece of cake to block his mouth: "From now on, I will only be a yes-man for my husband, and I will definitely not favor my younger brothers and sisters or indulge my children. Are you satisfied?"
As dusk spread over the eaves, Jiang Xiaoan stood alone on the stone steps outside the princess's mansion.
Fu Dong's receding figure gradually blended into the lights of the street. He held the half-finished jade pendant in his hand, his thoughts like drifting catkins.
The lanterns on both sides of the long street lit up one after another, but they could not illuminate the fog in his eyes.
Jiang Xiaoan was rejected the first time he was interested, and he felt as depressed as a baby bird drenched by a rainstorm.
He squatted in the corridor, tugging at the corner of his clothes, when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind - why not ask his own sister for advice?
But when he thought about Jiang Xue's indifferent look today, he kicked the small stone at his feet away in frustration.
In the embroidery room of the general's mansion, Jiang Xiaowei was worrying about the table full of baby clothes.
Ever since Ge Lianxiang sent her those exquisite embroidery patterns, she has been working non-stop to sew thirty-seven sets of jumpsuits. She even drew a few butterfly patterns on the corners of the Buddhist scriptures when she was copying them for Lan Feng.
When she heard the maid inform her that the third young master was coming to visit, she hurriedly pushed the sewing basket under the bed, but accidentally pricked her fingertip.
"Brother, have you been bewitched?" Jiang Xiaowei was so shocked that he forgot the pain.
The brother in front of him, who had always been as gentle as jade, now looked like a peony wilted by frost. He didn't even notice that his hair crown was crooked.
Jiang Xiaoan stared at the jasmine flowers spinning in the teacup and said in a muffled voice, "The other day when I delivered medicinal food to Miss Fudong, she actually said to me, 'Third Young Master, don't waste your time'..."
"Which Fudong?"
Jiang Xiaowei suddenly grabbed his sleeve excitedly: "But the one who always wears a moon-white skirt and a silver butterfly hairpin in her hair?"
Seeing her brother's ears turn red, she chuckled, "I should have thought of it earlier! Last month, you found snow ginseng for her, and you said that I was weak and needed to replenish my blood."
"But she..."
Jiang Xiaoan pulled the tassel of the jade pendant on her waist in annoyance: "Yesterday I picked a crabapple tree and gave it to her, but she put it in the vase in the Buddhist temple."
Jiang Xiaowei suddenly stopped smiling and gently held her brother's trembling hand.
The scene of her chasing after Lan Feng's carriage in those years flashed before her eyes. The wind chimes on the eaves tinkled, just like the bells she used to tie on the door knocker of Lan's mansion day after day.
"Back then, I embroidered 365 sachets to get General Lan to look at me more."
She turned her brother's palm over and ran her fingertips over the callous marks left by picking herbs:
"Since Fudong is willing to accept your flowers, it means that she is not without ripples in her heart. Did you know that the crabapple tree she offers to the Buddha is placed on the desk where the princess recites scriptures every day?"
Seeing Jiang Xiaoan suddenly looking up, she winked slyly: "If I were a girl, I would definitely put the gift from my admirer in the most conspicuous place, which would not only make me look decent, but also let people know my importance."
"But if..."
"No buts!"
Jiang Xiaowei suddenly turned the sewing basket upside down on the table, and colorful silk threads poured out like a waterfall:
"Look at these embroidery threads. They were originally plain white cotton threads. They have to be dyed thousands of times before they can become colorful. When it comes to love, the most important thing is to avoid worrying about gains and losses."
She picked up the golden thread and waved it in front of her brother's eyes: "Just like you tried more than 80 prescriptions to cure the epidemic last year, why are you so timid when it comes to your own lifelong event?"
Jiang Xiaoan shook his head helplessly: "Who doesn't want to bravely pursue their loved one? But Fu Dong always seems to have a knot that can't be untied. I'm afraid that rash actions will hurt her instead."
“The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.”
Jiang Xiaowei put down the teacup and tapped lightly on the sandalwood table with her fingertips: "Didn't Lan Feng also have the Princess in his heart at the beginning?
I am still living with you now. If you are not afraid of Fu Dong's past, you should lead her out of the haze; if you are not responsible, you should not provoke her as soon as possible. "
This frank advice was like a spring thunder, and Jiang Xiaoan's chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear.
It turns out that love never needs careful calculations. On the night when he learned about Fu Dong's physical secret, the confession he blurted out without any consideration, didn't it just prove that he was in love?
The pale face of Fu Dong in his memory suddenly pierced his heart, and Jiang Xiaoan clenched his fists suddenly.
It turns out that this feeling has long been deeply rooted in his blood, but he is so slow to understand it only now.
"Good sister, you are my female Zhuge Liang!" He smiled and flicked his sister's hair, then rushed out of the courtyard like a gust of wind.
The sound of horse hooves clattered on the bluestone slabs as they headed straight for the princess's mansion.
At this moment, the candlelight in the study flickered red, and Jiang Xue stared at the personal guard: "Are you still unable to let go of those past events?"
Fu Dong lowered her eyes to look at the sword at her waist, the cold iron reflecting the dark current in her eyes:
"I thought I would forget the past by locking it in an iron box, but I didn't expect that when Master Jiang discovered the secret, all the fragments would rush out."
The princess' throat choked slightly.
The scene of our first encounter on a snowy night many years ago seemed like yesterday—the girl covered in blood was curled up in a mass grave, holding tightly in her hand half a moldy cake.
"Pain is the fire that refines the edge of a sword."
Fu Dong suddenly smiled, dimples faintly visible at the corners of his lips: "Remembering the pain, I realized how precious the peaceful days are now."
Jiang Xue pinched her fingertips into her palm.
This woman who always uses scars as armor, clearly stands on the edge of the abyss, but still smiles and comforts others.
"Fudong, you like Jiang Xiaoan." After a long silence, the eldest princess used an affirmative sentence.
"When the river lanterns shine together on the Lantern Festival night, I know your feelings."
Fu Dong met his master's gaze calmly: "But he is the bright moon in the sky, and I am a broken sword in the mud. Not to mention the marriage we had, just the dirty past..."
"nonsense!"
Jiang Xue stood up suddenly, and the jade hairpin hit the table with a clanging sound: "When you crawled out of hell, did you ever think that you would become my right-hand man?"
Fu Dong stared in a daze at the pear blossoms falling outside the window.
The fluttering petals fell into the inkstone, staining the wet word "安" into a watercolor painting.
"Fudong, you have to know that people who are truly trustworthy will not care about these external conditions."
Jiang Xue gently stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist: "Just like when Yun Che welcomed me into the family, the Imperial Hospital said that I might have difficulty getting pregnant, but look at these years..."
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