When Jiang Ling got up, it was time for lunch. Zhou Xian was as energetic and cute as ever. He looked at his son before sitting down to eat. Zhou Jing'an naturally tried to please him by serving him soup and picking up some dishes.
From then on, Zhou Jing'an stuck to her during the day and was also restless at night.
Moreover, because He Zui prescribed him a contraceptive soup, he acted even more boldly.
Sometimes Jiang Ling would cover her face with her hands and dare not look at the changed bedding. The next day, she would feel that Zizhen and the others looked at her with mockery in their eyes.
Not only that, sometimes he would carry me to the ear room to wash me, and we would make some noise in the wooden barrel that became narrow after holding two people.
Because the space was small, the two of them were closer. In addition, there was a candle in the ear room, making it bright. Zhou Jing'an stared at her without blinking, making her whole body blush.
I closed my eyes shyly and he said aggrievedly that I didn't want to look at him, or I turned my head away and he chased me and kissed me hard.
The water in the wooden barrel had turned from hot to lukewarm, and most of it had been poured out. When she was carried out, soaking wet, she was so tired that she couldn't even lift her fingers. She felt that all the bones in her body were soft.
She basically fell asleep as soon as she touched the soft bedding. Zhou Jing'an held her in his arms and looked at her for a long time, gently kissing her rouge-pink cheeks, unable to let go.
He just felt his heart was full and beating vigorously in his chest, and he fell asleep happily with a smile on his face.
He was so attached to her day and night, Jiang Ling held her waist and smiled helplessly, "Aren't you tired of it?"
Zhou Jingan thought what Jiang Ling said was unbelievable. He shook his head and gently rubbed her waist. "How can I get tired of you? I won't get tired of you in one year, ten years, or even fifty years."
He will only love her more and more, how could he possibly get tired of her?
He took her slender green fingers, brought them to his lips and kissed them gently, his eyes fixed on her, "Will Ling'er get tired of you?"
Will I get tired of him and bored with him one day?
Jiang Ling shook her head, supporting her cheeks and smiling: "No."
At least so far, she likes every aspect of Zhou Jing'an.
"Does Ling'er like me?" he asked.
He often asked this question.
She nodded, "I like it."
She always answered like this.
Zhou Jing'an held her in his arms, a smile flashing in his eyes. He looked at her ambiguously and asked, "What about tonight... Did Ling'er like it?"
Jiang Ling's pretty face flushed slightly, avoiding his smiling eyes, and said as carefully as a mosquito, "...I like it."
Zhou Jing'an had nothing to say about Jiang Ling's clinginess. From the Zhou family, the Jiang family, relatives and friends to people in the capital, and even people from other places who had heard of their names, everyone knew a little about his devotion to his wife and was no longer surprised.
There are many versions of the love story between the two people. It has been compiled into storybooks by storytellers and is talked about by people with relish. It is also remembered by ignorant children, who can blurt out the word "love" when talking about the two.
Everyone knows that in addition to the loving relationship between the Emperor and the Empress, Young Master Zhou and Princess Yunxi are even more devoted and inseparable, a rare match made in heaven.
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