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Dong Ling originally thought that the couple would quarrel and was always worried.

The fire in the city gate affected everyone in the pond. The two of them were the emperor and the empress. He was afraid that it would get out of control. Fortunately, they didn't quarrel in the end. He secretly glanced at the man who was not doing his job on the dragon throne. Fortunately, the person on his lap was the empress. If it was a concubine, she would definitely be called a "witch concubine who brought disaster to the country."

Of course Chu Yin knew that something was wrong, so when Lu Jingzhuo's hands started to act dishonestly, she held them down in time.

"Shall I help His Majesty grind the ink?"

The lips he kissed were like cherries covered in rain and dew, bright red, full and tempting.

Lu Jingzhuo lowered his head and pecked: "You don't need to do anything, just sit here."

Chu Yin originally wanted to find an excuse to come down.

The man's hand was almost touching her underwear, and she was really afraid that he would do something reckless.

Although she had dreamed about this before...

But this is the Palace of Heavenly Purity. If this really happened, she would still find it hard to accept it.

Chu Yin urged him: "I can sit down, but you have to read the memorial."

She frowned and looked serious.

Lu Jingzhuo had no idea what she was thinking. He smiled silently and picked up the memorial he had not finished reading.

The hall immediately became quiet.

Chu Yin nestled in his arms, watching the man work.

In fact, she is very familiar with it.

After I became a spirit, I watched it for many years and even reached out to touch it, but every time my fingers passed through it and came up empty.

Now it's different, she is truly living with him.

Living a life completely different from the previous life.

She had never imagined that one day she would sit on his lap and watch him review memorials to the emperor!

Chu Yin pursed her lips and smiled.

Lu Jingzhuo lowered his eyes to look at her, then smiled as well, and then continued to maintain his serious look.

Jiang Lin was worried about his mother as she stayed in Jinzhou for a long time, so he asked his younger brother to go and see her because he was too busy.

Jiang Min is fifteen years old this year and can take care of some things, so he set off for Jinzhou the next day.

Princess Baocheng is currently looking at acupuncture point maps in her shabby hut.

Since last year, she first read Shennong's Herbal Classic, then memorized Yaoxingfu and Huangdi Neijing, and went to the mountains to dig herbs. She was often so tired that she saw stars and gave up halfway, but when she thought about what she would do when she returned to Beijing, she felt empty, so she persisted until now.

She took out a silver needle, gestured left and right, and suddenly waved at Cheng Miyuan's third apprentice Zhao Jiubiao: "Come here."

Although the princess came to become Zhao Jiubiao's disciple later, Zhao Jiubiao did not dare to really regard her as his junior sister. He bowed respectfully and asked cautiously, "Princess, what do you want me to do?" Here, only the master dared to order her around.

Princess Baocheng pointed to a spot near her elbow and said, "Is this the Sanli acupoint on the hand?"

"yes."

"Is it accurate?"

“It looks pretty accurate.”

Princess Baocheng was about to stab it.

Zhao Jiubiao hurriedly stopped him: "Absolutely not, absolutely not."

"It can relieve swelling and pain, right?" Princess Baocheng raised her eyebrows. "Do you want me to try it on you first?"

Zhao Jiubiao's expression changed again: "No, Princess, you can't do it randomly. If you tie the wrong place, it will bleed. Your body is so delicate..."

Princess Baocheng was actually a little scared, but who doesn't practice acupuncture on their own body?

She took a deep breath and tried to stab again.

The needle stopped when it touched the skin.

She was not loved by her father, but as a princess, born into a royal family, how could she possibly suffer such hardship?

I'm still scared.

When Princess Baocheng was hesitating, she saw Cheng Miyuan coming out.

He was still wearing old clothes, his face was not very clean, and his beard was messy.

Zhao Jiubiao hurriedly bowed and called her master, but she didn't say that and just glanced at him lazily.

She was going to give Cheng Miyuan an expensive tuition, but he refused and did not allow her to renovate the hut.

To be honest, Princess Baocheng didn't want to live here at all, but she couldn't understand the medical books and needed to ask for guidance from Miyuan at any time. In the end, she occupied the east room, next to Zhao Jiubiao. Of course, the bed she slept on was newly bought, and the bedding was also, so it was acceptable.

The silver needle was shining on her slender fingertips. Cheng Miyuan glanced at it and thought of what he had just heard.

The princess actually wanted to stab herself. She was really brave.

But her perseverance had long exceeded his expectations.

He was willing to teach her because they shared the same illness. His family members also died of the disease without him being able to do anything about it, so he decided to study medicine. Also, he was curious about the princess and wanted to see if she could hold on.

He had never seen any rich young man willing to study medicine, let alone a princess, the aunt of the current emperor.

Unexpectedly, she never left.

Cheng Miyuan sat opposite Princess Baocheng and rolled up his sleeves: "Come, stab me."

Princess Baocheng stared at the strong forearms and bronze skin and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Just do it when I tell you to..."

Before she could finish her words, Princess Baocheng stabbed herself.

Fast, ruthless, but not accurate.

Zhao Jiubiao watched the blood flowing from his master's arm and hurried to find cotton cloth.

Cheng Miyuan remained calm and said, "Fortunately you didn't stab yourself."

Princess Baocheng: "..."

She didn't expect that she would be so inaccurate.

Although there was some intention to retaliate against him for his harshness, there was no intention to make him bleed.

Princess Baocheng took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to him: "You hold it tight."

The snow-white handkerchief was the same color as her skin, and had a faint fragrance.

Cheng Miyuan didn't want it: "No need."

Being rejected, Princess Baocheng thought, "I'll bleed to death."

She took the handkerchief back angrily.

"Do you want to get it done again?" he asked. "You didn't find it right just now." He pointed at the spot with his fingernail. "Here, look carefully."

Just do it, no one is afraid of that. Princess Baocheng took another silver needle and aimed it at the acupuncture point.

When it was about to touch it, the fingertips trembled slightly, and then pierced in firmly.

Not seeing any blood coming out, she was a little bit unbelieving and lowered her head to take a closer look.

The sound of her black hair brushing against his cheek and her sudden touch of his fingers made Cheng Miyuan's heart skip a beat.

"Is it accurate this time?" Princess Baocheng raised her eyebrows proudly. It was only her second time to do it and it was so accurate.

It seems that she made the right choice.

Cheng Miyuan smiled slightly: "Yes, very accurate, Her Royal Highness the Princess is extremely intelligent and gifted."

Princess Baocheng: "..."

Did he take the wrong medicine? Why is he suddenly speaking so exaggeratedly?

She was frowning when she heard her little son's voice at the door: "Mother!"

She ran out in a hurry.

On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, good news came from the Chu family: Dou Jingfang was pregnant.

In his previous life, his brother never remarried after divorce, so naturally he would have no children. Chu Yin was very happy and immediately asked Rendong to prepare a gift.

Queen Mother Jiang also sent a gift after hearing this.

Not knowing how to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival this year, Chu Yin asked Lu Jingzhuo in the evening: "I have an idea in my mind, so I can ask He Zhong to do it."

Lu Jingzhuo murmured: "I don't want to make a big fuss, so I'll just give out some ivory fans, rice dumplings, and colorful longevity threads." If he was interested, he could actually invite all the ministers to go boating in the lake to admire the lotus and go outside the city to watch the dragon boat race, but he obviously didn't have that interest.

"That's fine too. After all, my second and third brothers haven't taken off their mourning clothes yet."

"Well," Lu Jingzhuo stroked her shoulder with his fingers, "but if you want to leave the palace, I can accompany you."

"What are you going to do after leaving the palace?" she asked.

"Watching a dragon boat race, Er'er and Zhen'er have never watched one, right?"

"There are also dragon boat races in Qingzhou, but they were too young to take them out."

"Do you want to take them with you this time? They can also enjoy the lotus."

Chu Yin had no reason to refuse.

These are all wonderful experiences, the more the better, that is...

"Will this take up your time? Are there any difficult issues recently?"

"It's only been a day, what's the matter?" He pinched her cheek, "I promised you to go to Wenshu Temple last time."

Chu Yin was pinched by him and let out a moan: "Okay, let's go!" She then went further and said, "I want to invite my father, mother, and brother to watch the dragon boat race together..." While saying this, she kissed the corner of his lips.

Such a bribe would naturally be accepted. Lu Jingzhuo pinched her waist and went in: "Kiss me for a while longer."

She shuddered, hugged his neck, and kissed his Adam's apple.

He suddenly remembered something: "How long does it take you to make a sachet? You won't even give me one for the Dragon Boat Festival, will you?"

This should have been the perfect time.

It was obvious that he was getting impatient and asked her for it again.

Chu Yin evaded the question: "I'll give it to you one day..."

She was greeted by a crash.

She was hit so hard that she was speechless.

After the matter was settled, Lu Jingzhuo went to invite Queen Mother Jiang again.

Queen Mother Jiang was afraid of heat and liked quietness. She waved her hands and said, "You two can take Er and Zhen with you. Leave Yu with me. This child is so well behaved. I will celebrate the festival with him."

Lu Jingzhuo didn't force it.

He asked He Zhong to prepare the pleasure boat in advance and then pass the message to the Chu family.

Feeling that her husband was quite resentful about not getting the sachet, Chu Yin decided to weave a colorful longevity thread to comfort him first, and also to weave one for each of the three children. That afternoon, she took advantage of her free time to ask Man Qing for advice.

Fortunately, this thing is not difficult and can be compiled quickly.

When the Dragon Boat Festival came, all civil and military officials received rewards from the palace, and every household was filled with the fragrance of rice dumplings.

The two children also love to eat rice dumplings. After eating their fill, they followed their parents to Yuhe by car.

In the car, Chu Yin took out the longevity string and put it on the two children first, saying that she hoped they would be healthy.

Lu Wei and Lu Zhen liked it very much. They touched it and praised their mother for its beautiful weaving.

The man next to him had a calm expression, but his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he was obviously unhappy.

Using longevity thread instead of sachet is too lazy.

Chu Yin said as she tied the knot for him: "I'm already making the sachet. Really, if you don't believe me, go ask Ren Dong and the others... Slow work makes for fine work. I guarantee that the sachet will be much better looking than the last one."

It was like coaxing a child, but he found it useful: "Then by the end of the year at the latest."

"Okay," she agreed, and then added, "Around the winter solstice."

He was a little surprised as to why the date of "Winter Solstice" was mentioned, but since it was a trivial matter, he did not ask any further questions.

The Yu River was extremely bustling, with countless boats moored on the river and crowds of people walking along the shore.

After getting out of the car, Lu Jingzhuo immediately helped Chu Yin put on the veil.

There will be many officials today, and he didn't want to be recognized and spoil the fun of Chu Yin and the children, so he put on a veil hat.

The two children were very excited at first, and looked around even more after coming down. However, they were much more well-behaved than when they were younger. They didn’t chatter and ask questions all the time, nor did they run around everywhere.

"When does the dragon boat race start?" Lu Wei asked this question.

"About half an hour." Lu Jingzhuo led him to the pleasure boat.

Just like the carriage last time, this pleasure boat was not very eye-catching, even inferior to those of the powerful and noble families, and it was not very noticeable. Chu Yin followed behind with her daughter.

"Mom, lotus." Lu Zhen pointed at a distance.

The western section of Yuhe River was used for water transport, so instead of planting a large number of lotus flowers that would affect the passage of ships, a pond was dug in the eastern section to connect to the Yuhe River and planted with lotus flowers. At this time, seven or eight out of ten lotus flowers were in bloom, and they were pink, light red, and graceful.

Chu Yin knew her daughter liked flowers, so she said to Lu Jingzhuo, "Since the dragon boat race hasn't started yet, why don't we go see the lotus flowers first?"

Lu Jingzhuo then ordered the boatman.

There are already many pleasure boats surrounding the lotus viewing area, some are reciting poems, some are playing the zither, and some are painting.

Chu Yin picked up her daughter and asked, "Can you see it?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

The sleeves slipped down, revealing a white and slender wrist, which looked weak and powerless. Lu Jingzhuo snatched his daughter from Chu Yin's arms: "Let me hold you." Although she also practiced horse riding, she couldn't grow strong flesh.

"Of course it's more stable if your Majesty holds me," Chu Yin smiled, looking down at her son beside her, "Er, do you want to hold me?"

"No need." Lu Wei shook his head.

He is running towards becoming a qualified crown prince.

Chu Yin said: "You are still young, what's wrong with letting your father hug you?"

"No, the child can really see."

He is taller than his sister. Besides, his father is already holding his sister, so it is not easy for him to hold. They are not as small as before.

Chu Yin rubbed his head and said, "Let your daddy hold you later."

This time Lu Wei did not refuse.

As they were talking, another pleasure boat came over, just opposite them. Chu Yin glanced at it casually and her eyes were fixed on it.

The man on the deck was wearing a dark blue silk summer robe, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an imposing manner. He was her father-in-law in her previous life, Duke of Song, Fu Yunqing.

Unexpectedly, it would be such a coincidence. Chu Yin was delighted and immediately looked to his side.

Unexpectedly, there was no sign of Yu Sizhang, but there was a young boy about ten years old, with red lips and white teeth, who looked 60% similar to Fu Yunqing. She thought, that must be Fu Yue, her future son-in-law.

Chu Yin couldn't help but smile.

Lu Jingzhuo saw all these changes in expression, and he looked at Duke Song suspiciously.

Could it be that Chu Yin knew him?

He did not ask any questions immediately, but just observed secretly.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yin never looked at the lotus seriously afterwards, and her eyes would occasionally look away. If she hadn't been wearing a veil, he would have really thought she was flirting with him.

But Duke Song is already over thirty years old, there is no way he can be the man of Chu Yin's dreams.

No...

He suddenly remembered that when his aunt wanted to marry the Duke of Song, she had belittled the Duke of Song, saying that he was not worthy of his aunt.

Could it be that she deliberately wanted to ruin the marriage?

Lu Jingzhuo put his daughter down with a sullen face, then grabbed Chu Yin's wrist and pulled her straight into the cabin.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yin exclaimed.

He asked coldly, "Are you looking at the lotus or the people?"

Chu Yin: “…”

I was careless.

Chu Yin: I was actually looking at my son-in-law...

Lu Jingzhuo: ????