Chapter 1100 Xiao's daughter wants to be treated as an eyeball
The bronze mirror reflected Jiang Xue's satisfied look like a kitten, but he caught a glimpse of her fingers trembling slightly under her wide sleeves.
The teeth of the comb suddenly got stuck on a knot. He was about to speak when he saw the stars in the eyes of the person in the mirror disappear completely.
"Yun Zhen said there was a hidden injury in my meridians..."
She unconsciously traced the lotus pattern on the dressing table with her fingertips: "It's like a beam that has been eaten away by insects. It looks intact, but in fact it can't bear heavy objects."
Xiao Zhan suddenly pulled her thin shoulders and gave her ear a sandalwood-scented kiss: "I heard that there is a kind of mortise and tenon craft in Jiangnan that can make rotten wood come back to life without iron nails."
Feeling the body under his palm gradually relax, he whispered to the red earlobe: "When the snow melts in spring, I will take you to find the craftsman, okay?"
Jiang Xue suddenly turned around and threw him to the ground in the moonlight, her black hair spreading out like seaweed: "Then now..."
She stroked his tense Adam's apple with her fingertips and smiled like a cat stealing fish: "Would you like to pay a deposit first?"
Xiao Zhan held his forehead and smiled bitterly. He had always adhered to the principles of health preservation, and even when he was in love, he had never exceeded three times.
At this moment, he recalled that Huangfu Shang had once teased him that "the character of a civil servant cannot match that of a brave general on the battlefield", and a faint bitterness rose in his throat.
"Yun Che, have you figured out how to compensate me?" Jiang Xue's fingertips circled around his belt.
The young man held her wrist and put it against his chest: "Xiaoxue, during those nights of tossing and turning, have you ever really enjoyed yourself?"
"What do you think?" The woman raised her eyes slyly.
"In the past, I always held myself in high esteem..."
He lowered his eyes and stroked the dark patterns on the album on the desk: "Now that I think about it, maybe I mistook restraint for thoroughness."
Having been sickly since childhood, he is definitely not as good as a warrior. Perhaps I should ask the imperial physician to prescribe some warming and nourishing prescriptions.
Jiang Xue suddenly laughed out loud, and pointed her slender finger at his slightly frowned brows: "Fool! If I thought you were not good enough, why would I blush every time I saw the rosewood couch?"
Seeing that the other party was still frowning, she simply pressed him down on the bench and said, "Even if those reckless men had a thousand pounds of strength, would they fight for you to grind ink? Would they be willing to accompany you to watch the stars all night?"
He placed his palm on his heart: "Every beat here is for you."
The mist in Xiao Zhan's eyes gradually dissipated, but the strength of his grip on her slender waist increased by three points: "When your qi and blood are balanced, shall we try the method of balancing yin and yang mentioned in the Nanhua Medical Classics?"
"When did you sneak a peek at the Forbidden Pavilion's collection of books?"
Jiang Xue's ears suddenly turned red. She had never expected that the usually dignified Prime Minister would actually put those absurd records into practice.
"I have asked Xiao An to prepare thirty-eight medicinal herbs."
He held the silver hairpin in her hair, his breath burning like the scorching sun in the dog days of summer: "By then, no matter day or night, I will let Madam prove what it means to simmer over low heat to reveal the true taste."
Jiang Xue held her waist and sighed, wishing she would have never teased him with the folk storybook.
If this learned man really delved into the study of love, I'm afraid he would be more difficult to deal with than those who fought on the battlefield.
“Yun Che, I lied to you!” Jiang Xue poked the man’s chest: “If you really do it, I will be angry.”
Xiao Zhan laughed quietly and tightened his arms.
He knew the limits of his broken body better than anyone else. Since her eyes were filled with stars, why bother with vague and illusory thoughts?
He entangled his knuckles in the black hair behind her ear: "But what if I want to take it seriously?"
Jiang Xue curled up in his arms like a furry cat, causing his chest to vibrate.
When the person in her arms' breathing became heavier, Xiao Zhan lowered her eyes and looked at the folded sleeves - tonight she finally stopped thinking about the two little balls, it was as if she had returned to the time when they first met and their hearts and eyes were filled with only each other.
Jiang Heng and Feng Zhiming looked at each other, their two pairs of rolling grape eyes staring at them and blowing bubbles.
The young emperor flicked his finger across the baby girl's face and said, "Feng Qing, you can't even recognize your own niece? Wasn't it you who held her and coaxed her to sleep on the day of the Hundred Days Banquet?"
"I am only confirming that the precious jewel of the Xiao family is safe and sound."
Feng Zhiming dodged the other party's obstruction and gently touched the baby's curled fingertips with his fingertips: "Look at her eyebrows and eyes, she will definitely be the most beautiful woman in Beijing in the future."
"It's clear that he inherited the Jiang family's style."
Jiang Heng waved away the general's calloused hands and pulled the golden swaddling clothes closer: "When Yaoyao reaches marriage age, I will build a Star-Picking Tower for her and store all the treasures from all over the world in the pavilion."
Feng Zhiming looked at the little girl sucking her fingers and chuckled: "I will definitely find a Ferghana horse from the Western Regions for your coming-of-age ceremony."
The two had never expected that eighteen years later, this princess who was loved by everyone would make three powerful men willing to bow down to her.
Jiang Xue opened her eyes amidst the lingering sandalwood scent, a rare moment without nightmares.
As my fingertips stroked the still warm brocade quilt beside me, I suddenly heard a familiar laugh coming from outside.
In the corridor, a father and his two sons were surrounding their daughter and making faces, and the morning dew was dotted on the hems of their clothes with crystal spots of light.
Xiao Zhan went to the palace to attend court before dawn, while Jiang Xue leaned against the carved window and counted the hours.
When the morning light flooded over the glazed tiles, the wet nurse had not yet sent the twins back, so she simply spread out the gold-sprinkled rice paper and picked up her pen to copy the "Medicine Buddha Sutra".
As the ink traces moved, he suddenly remembered that before Lan Feng went to the battle, he always liked to use bamboo leaves dipped in cinnabar to draw amulets, and the tip of his brush unconsciously became a little more gentle.
As soon as the lotus seed soup was removed from the table, the sound of a baby babbling was heard outside.
The nurse carried two babies wrapped in brocade swaddling clothes across the threshold. Jiang Xue hurriedly washed her hands with a handkerchief soaked in rose water: "Was there a lot of noise in Changle Palace last night?"
Before she finished her words, Yaoyao had already grabbed the jade forbidden shoes on her waist, and Lan Zheng'er giggled as she stepped on the tiger-head shoes.
"The two young masters are very well behaved."
The wet nurse handed over the warm milk: "The emperor and Lord Feng have been talking to each other for half a night while guarding the cradle. They said things like 'the daughter of the Xiao family should be treated like an eyeball', 'the pearl of the Jiang family should be kept in a golden nanmu box'..."
Jiang Xue smiled when she heard that and lightly touched her daughter's nose with her fingertips.
She knew that Jiang Heng treated her like a treasure, but she never expected that the cold-faced general Xiao Zhan would say such foolish words.
Holding the two warm little balls in her arms, Jiang Xue suddenly remembered that she passed by Zhuque Street yesterday and saw the baby room being renovated in the Feng family villa.
She lowered her head and rubbed her son's face, which was still scented with milk, and secretly thought that she should add another eternal lamp to the Puji Temple.
When the maid Fudong came in holding a gilded letter box, Yaoyao was playing with her mother's jade earrings.
Jiang Xue opened the wax seal with one hand, and the Yunshui paper, a specialty of Tianshui Country, exuded a refreshing plum fragrance.
There was half a rouge fingerprint on the lower right corner of the letter paper, probably written hastily by Jiang Yuyin when she was coaxing her child to sleep.
"Wuyou can already crawl across the entire Persian carpet..."
Jiang Xue chuckled as she read the letter, the image of the young master rolling around holding a gilded bell appeared in front of her eyes.
When she saw the imperial name "Ji", her fingertips left a few water marks on the rosewood desk.
The word "country and society" is as heavy as a thousand pounds. When weighed down on a baby in swaddling clothes, it is more frightening than the smoke of war at the border.
Suddenly, there was a chirping of cicadas outside the window, which startled Lan Zheng'er so much that she pouted her lips and was about to cry.
Jiang Xue hurriedly pressed the letter under the jade paperweight, picked up the child and hummed a Jiangnan tune.
She looked at the prayer flags blown by the autumn wind in the corridor, and suddenly felt that the carefree smile of the child in the deep palace was more precious than the vast mountains and rivers.
Amid the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, Jiang Xue leaned under the wisteria trellis and gently fanned herself with a round fan.
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