Chapter 128 Chapter 128 The so-called mutual affection is probably...
Fang Ying couldn't explain how she felt. When she first heard Ji Yanlang's questioning, she inevitably panicked and wanted to find out why he had such a suspicion, but he then said something that she could never have imagined.
Her heart, which was tightly wrapped with vigilance, suspicion and defense, seemed to have received a heavy blow. The solid city wall shook violently and collapsed. Her heart felt numb and painful in the huge earthquake, and she was completely defeated.
"What are you talking about?" Fang Ying tried to remain calm and gently scolded, "Who lied to you?"
Ji Yanlang's head was still dizzy. In the dim candlelight in the inner room, he saw Fang Ying twice. However, they were too close to each other. Even though he was drunk, he could see the momentary emotion and ripples in her eyes clearly.
He was delighted: "I knew you didn't lie to me!"
“…”
Before Fang Ying could reply, Ji Yanlang picked her up. Her feet were in the air, and she noticed that he had turned halfway around. She hurriedly reminded him, "Watch out for the screen!"
Ji Yanlang wanted to hold her and spin around, but when he heard the sound, he stopped in a hurry. When he turned around, he almost bumped into the screen.
He put Fang Ying down awkwardly, but his steps stumbled.
Fang Ying hurriedly supported him: "Take off your official robe first."
Ji Yanlang obediently stretched out his hands and let Fang Ying help him take off his official robe. She then led him into the warm room to sit down and take off his soapy leather boots.
"Lichun," Fang Ying turned around and called, "Did you get the hot water?"
Lichun hurriedly said that the call had come, and soon brought someone in with a basin of hot water to wipe Ji Yanlang's face and soak his feet.
Fang Ying ordered some hangover soup to be brought in, cooled it herself, and brought it to him: "Drink a little, and you'll feel less uncomfortable in the morning."
She was so gentle and attentive that Ji Yanlang had long forgotten that he said "I don't want to drink" and drank it all in one gulp.
The maids all lowered their heads and laughed secretly. Ji Yanlang was drunk and his eyes were blurry. He was only focused on looking at Fang Ying, so he didn't notice.
Fang Ying still had something to say to Ji Yanlang, and was afraid that he would fall asleep after soaking his feet, so she urged the maids to clean up the basin and leave. She brought him another cup of water, then closed the lattice door of the inner room and sat down next to him.
"When you wake up tomorrow morning, will you still remember what you said tonight?" She hesitated before speaking and asked first.
Ji Yanlang turned over and rested his head on her legs, mumbling, "I'm not drunk, how could I not remember?"
Fang Ying: "...Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Ji Yanlang raised his head and asked, "What did you say?"
His eyes looked unclear, but perhaps this would help him get the truth out of him. Fang Ying raised her hands and gently rubbed his forehead and temples while saying, "Tell me where I lied to you."
Ji Yanlang: “…”
He immediately closed his eyes and deliberately yawned: "My lady is right, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Seeing this, Fang Ying also deliberately sighed: "Then go to sleep."
She withdrew her hands and made a gesture to get off the ground. Ji Yanlang quickly held her hands and said, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"How can I sleep?" Fang Ying sighed again, "Since you think I'm lying to you, there must be something I can't do..."
"No, no." Ji Yanlang sat up anxiously, "I was distracted for a moment..."
"Why did you think of something wrong? There must be a reason, right?" Fang Ying asked.
Ji Yanlang woke up in a hurry, feeling a little dizzy. He couldn't think of anything else but one thing that bothered him: "You asked me to take a concubine."
He spoke quickly, and because he was drunk, his words were unclear, so Fang Ying couldn't quite hear: "What?"
Ji Yanlang simply moved closer to her and said, "That night, you asked me to take a concubine." He felt particularly aggrieved about this matter, and the more he spoke, the more confident he became. "What wife who is in love with her husband insists on him taking a concubine even though the husband himself said he doesn't want one? Can I blame you for thinking too much?"
"Who forced you to take a concubine?" Fang Ying was both angry and amused. "You wish!"
"I didn't think so. I never wanted to take a concubine. It's you who didn't believe me and pretended I didn't listen to you."
Fang Ying said, "Don't you remember what I said? Putting aside the fact that it was just an angry remark, does this mean that I'm forcing you to take a concubine?"
"Even angry words are not allowed."
"...Then you can just distort and slander me?"
In the dim candlelight, her eyes shone like stars. Ji Yanlang couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her lightly on the lips: "Neither of them works. How about canceling each other out?"
Fang Ying raised her hand to stroke his brow, chuckling softly, "I'll let you go this time."
Ji Yanlang held her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it.
"I really overslept this morning." Fang Ying continued to explain what happened this morning. "When I slept in that room, I kept dreaming about giving birth and confinement."
"Having a nightmare?"
Fang Ying nodded, and Ji Yanlang hugged her and patted her on the back: "Don't be afraid, don't sleep over there anymore. If you miss Hong'er, ask the wet nurse to bring him over and sleep with us."
"It's because you wanted to sleep in a separate bed that I went to the side room." Fang Ying muttered in his arms.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault."
"It's your fault," Fang Ying suddenly remembered something, pushed him aside and asked, "I was trying to reconcile with you before dinner. What did you mean by that sneer before leaving the east wing?"
"..." Ji Yanlang pretended to be stupid, "Did I laugh?"
Fang Ying stared at him without saying a word, but he just lay down: "Oh, I'm really drunk and dizzy. I need to sleep."
"Who said he wasn't drunk just now?" Fang Ying exposed him, but she still pulled the quilt over him and covered him with it. "You go to sleep first. I'll go wash up."
Ji Yanlang was reluctant to let her go and pulled her hand: "Come back soon, I'll wait for you."
"What are you waiting for me to do? Just go to sleep if you're tired."
Fang Ying patted him, got up and went out. She first asked them to make some light and appetizing soup for breakfast tomorrow, then went to brush her teeth and wash her face. After soaking her feet and returning to the inner room, she heard Ji Yanlang snoring as expected.
She smiled and went up quietly, intending to cover herself with the quilt as usual, but she didn't expect that Ji Yanlang woke up before she lay down.
"Well, I'm back." Ji Yanlang half opened his eyes, lifted a corner of the quilt, and let Fang Ying in.
"Did I wake you up?" Fang Ying asked as she turned around, stretched her legs in, and then leaned forward to blow out the lamp.
Ji Yanlang stopped her: "You haven't fallen asleep yet. Lie down, I'll blow it."
Fang Ying lay down on his pillow. The candle was blown out at that moment, and the warm room was in darkness. His warm body lay back down and held her in his arms.
"Why is it taking so long?" Ji Yanlang muttered above her head.
"I thought you were asleep." Fang Ying's voice was filled with laughter. "I even heard you snoring."
"Really? Why didn't I hear it?"
"Can you still hear yourself snoring?"
"Ah, sometimes the beating is so loud that you can hear it yourself."
Fang Ying didn't believe it: "How could this be possible?"
"Really? Why would I lie to you?"
As soon as he lied, Fang Ying remembered what she had said before and asked him, "Are you not sleepy anymore?"
"I'm sleepy, but I don't want to sleep." Ji Yanlang said, paused, and then said, "I can't bear to sleep."
"Reluctant?"
"Well," Ji Yanlang lowered his head, used his nose to feel for Fang Ying's forehead, and kissed her, "I'm so happy in my heart, but I'm afraid that if I fall asleep and wake up again, my happiness will be shallow."
The sour and numb feeling came back. Fang Ying opened her arms and hugged him tightly, but she said, "Fool."
Hearing her say this, Ji Yanlang himself felt a little silly. He chuckled softly twice before saying, "But I really feel that this is the moment when our hearts are closest since we got married."
Fang Ying felt the same way. This was probably what it meant when two hearts fell in love, right?
A hint of sweetness spread in her heart. As she was savoring it, she suddenly remembered something: "I almost let you fool me. You just wanted to question me. Why didn't you mention that you never told me how you felt about me?"
"Why didn't I say it? I almost said it every day." Ji Yanlang said immediately.
"Which day? What did you say?" Fang Ying regretted blowing out the lights. It was too dark in the room and she couldn't see his expression.
Ji Yanlang: "When you said you wouldn't take a concubine, I said, 'We are in love with each other and have never thought about taking a concubine.' It was you who never believed me." When he mentioned this, his tone was still angry.
Fang Ying didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You call this expressing your feelings?"
"Ah." Ji Yanlang seemed to have been vindicated and felt justified. "What else is it?"
Fang Ying: “…”
No wonder he cared so much whether she believed it or not. After all this fuss, what he said had two meanings.
"Who would know? I thought you just said you didn't want to take a concubine." Fang Ying replied, and then, without waiting for him to reply, she said, "After all, I expressed my feelings, and I actually said several times that I admire you."
Ji Yanlang was speechless. Compared to her, it seemed that he was indeed not as straightforward and frank as her.
He thought for a moment, then groped for her face, nose to nose, and called softly, "Fang Ying."
"Um?"
"I am pleased with you."
Fang Ying's face flushed, and a sweet feeling filled her heart, as if she had encountered a spark of fire, which instantly ignited the prairie fire and filled her entire heart.
"I can't remember when it started. Maybe it was when I received the wintersweet you sent me with your letter while I was in the army, or maybe it was when we were boating on the river and talking about our childhood experiences. In short," Ji Yanlang grabbed Fang Ying's hand and pressed it against his chest, "this place has been all about you for a long time."
There was a slight rise and fall under my palm, and I could hear the sound of a pounding heartbeat, but I couldn't tell whose it was.
Fang Ying raised her chin slightly and kissed his lips, and then received a more passionate kiss back from him. The two of them intertwined their lips and tongues, and rubbed their ears together. Soon, something in Ji Yanlang's body changed.
He didn't want to ruin such a beautiful moment, so he moved back, leaving a space between them.
Fang Ying naturally noticed it, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you want it?"
"I do." Ji Yanlang's voice was hoarse, "But I want to be like before, making you feel comfortable and happy, instead of being soft-hearted and putting myself in a difficult position."
Fang Ying was indeed just soft-hearted. She was already very emotional and wanted to kiss him and hug him tighter, but that was all. She didn't really want to have sex.
But after hearing him say that, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. Fang Ying didn't know what to say when Ji Yanlang suddenly asked, "Do you remember what I said when we consummated our marriage?"
"Which one?"
"That's what I said. I will strive to catch up and surpass your true love within two years." Ji Yanlang gently pinched Fang Ying's earlobe. "My lady, isn't it time for you to judge your husband?"
Fang Ying laughed: "I forgot. What do you think? Have you done it?"
"It was agreed that you would be the judge."
For her to judge, that's really a bit... Fang Ying suppressed the little bit of guilt in her heart and said with a smile: "This is not a march or a battle, what's the point of chasing the winner..."
She paused and answered sincerely, "I only know that I didn't marry the wrong person. My husband is the best husband in the world."
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