In just one year, he had become completely different from his previous ignorant and incompetent self.
He used to be lazy, which is why he seemed stupid.
Now that he's working hard, he's surprisingly gifted with exceptional intelligence.
Prime Minister Tu smiled more this year than he had in the previous nineteen years.
The study door was pushed open, and a bright-eyed woman walked in. After closing the window, she said coquettishly, "Husband, haven't I told you to close the window when you read? I've told you so many times, but you just won't listen."
Tu Zijun looked up at the beauty under the lamp, his eyes somewhat dazed, but quickly regained their clarity.
He put down his book, walked over, and took her hand: "Isn't there still the madam?"
Feng Yaoling playfully punched his chest, saying, "You're just saying nice things to coax people."
"What I'm saying is from the bottom of my heart, cough cough."
Hearing his cough, Feng Yaoling looked up at him anxiously: "Husband, should we call the imperial physician?"
As if she had just remembered, she placed the bird's nest she had personally stewed in front of him.
"This is something I cooked myself. I heard it's very effective for coughs, but the taste might be—"
Feng Yaoling paused, because Tu Zijun had already finished drinking before she could finish speaking.
Her nose tingled with emotion, and she suddenly hugged his waist, whispering, "It's so good, it's so good that I can marry my husband."
Feng Yaoling's lifelong wish was simple: to find a soulmate and stay together until old age.
Tu Zijun hugged her back: "It's good that I was able to marry you."
His eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow on his handsome face.
Qingfeng passed away yesterday.
She left him with one sentence: Treat Feng Yaoling well.
He is obedient.
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