Only a few people from the Lu family and people from a few nearby shops were left there.

Two servants of the Lu family had helped Lu Fangrui up from the ground. At this moment, Lu Fangrui was covered in dust, with half of his hair wet and his clothes covered with dust. The eyelids on the right half of his face were swollen like goldfish eyes, squeezing and deforming his facial features.

Lu Xianjing hated Chu Qianchen, but also felt sorry for her brother. She gnashed her teeth and shouted, "Third brother, we have to go to the palace and file a complaint!"

The princess actually dared to hit her husband, she was totally unworthy of being a woman! Qi Anling's eyes turned red, tears flashed in her eyes, but she endured it and didn't let the tears fall.

She was carefully wiping Lu Fangrui's face with a soft silk handkerchief, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, your face is badly burned, you have to see a doctor immediately..."

Occasionally, when the handkerchief touched a painful spot on Lu Fangrui's body, he would gasp and his face would tremble. Hatred, anger, shame, disgust and other emotions in his heart intertwined into a big net that trapped him.

He really couldn't swallow this.

In the past, Jingle didn't dare to shout at him, and didn't even dare to breathe, but now, she dared to throw tea at him and slap him.

He had told his mother at the beginning that these princesses relied on their royal blood to become self-righteous, arrogant and they were not good matches at all!

Lu Xianjing thought for a moment and said decisively, "Third brother, Sister Ling is right. You have to call a doctor for your burns. You and Sister Ling go back first. I will go to the palace to find my cousin, the queen. First, I will file a complaint with Jingle and Princess Chen, and second, I can also call an imperial physician for you."

Lu Fangrui was in pain all over his body. Not only did he have burns on his face, but he had just been beaten up by Jiang Yuan. It was possible that even his ribs had been broken by him. So he agreed to Lu Xianjing's proposal.

So, Lu Fangrui and Qi Anling got on a carriage and went back to the princess's mansion first, while Lu Xianjing got on another carriage and went to the palace in the opposite direction of her third brother.

A stick of incense later, Lu Xianjing appeared in Fengluan Palace and exaggerated the accusation against Chu Qianchen and Jingle, accusing Jingle of abandoning her husband and leaving home, throwing tea and hitting people, but she did not say a word of fault about Lu Fangrui, and almost described him as a poor little boy with deep feelings and loyalty, while Chu Qianchen and Jingle naturally became bullies who beat people for no reason.

Finally, Lu Xianjing pressed her handkerchief against her eyes sadly and sobbed, "Cousin, you didn't see what happened to my third brother. Half of his face was burned beyond recognition..."

The queen, who had always been protective of her shortcomings, flew into a rage and ordered the chief eunuch, Li Gonggong, of Fengluan Palace, "Summon Princess Jingle to the palace immediately!"

However, even if the queen's oral order reached the princess's mansion, it was in vain.

Jingle was not in the princess's mansion at all, and no one in the mansion knew where Jingle had been living these days.

The matter came to a standstill and the queen was helpless.

Even though the Queen knew that Jingle was with Chu Qianchen today, it was not easy for her to pass the oral order to Prince Chen's Mansion. Everyone knew that Prince Chen's Mansion never received guests and would not make an exception for Jingle.

The Queen knew that even if she sent someone to Prince Chen's Mansion to summon Chu Qianchen to an audience, Chu Qianchen might not necessarily come to the palace.

The Queen held her breath and had to give a large amount of money and gifts to appease Lu Fangrui, saying that she would wait until Jingle returned to the Princess's Mansion. After all, Jingle couldn't hide forever, and she had to participate in the court celebration on the first day of the first lunar month.

The Lu family went to the palace to cry to the queen one after another, which gave the queen a headache. She naturally took her anger out on Jingle and Chu Qianchen.

Chu Qianchen didn't care about the disturbance outside at all. She was writing the word "Fu" with Gu Jue in the palace.

There were two people and a cat in the room. The people were very quiet, but the cat was not very quiet and kept meowing.

It has been snowing from time to time these two days. There is snow on the ground, treetops and walls. The cat can't go out to roam at all because the snow is too cold.

Yueying swung her cat's tail and circled around Chu Qianchen's skirt, sometimes her cries were shrill, sometimes they were tender, and sometimes they were soft.

But no matter how it acted coquettishly, Chu Qianchen ignored it. On the one hand, she had no way to end winter early, and on the other hand, she was serving Gu Jue with writing materials and adding to his beauty.

She is the best at grinding ink. The ink she grinds is just right, neither too dark nor too shallow, neither too thick nor too thin, with a bright black color and a faint scent.

Gu Jue finished writing another character "Fu" in one stroke.

Looking at the newly written word "Fu", Gu Jue recalled some past events and said with some nostalgia: "In the past, when my father was alive, every New Year, he would ask us brothers to write the word 'Fu' and then give it to us."

All the civil and military officials considered it an honor to receive the character "Fu" bestowed by the emperor. If they could not get the character "Fu" written by the emperor, they would also feel happy if they could get the character "Fu" written by the crown prince and the princes. Anyway, they just wanted to have a happy occasion.

After the ink dried, Gu Jue put the newly written "Fu" character aside. There were already seven or eight "Fu" characters spread out in the study, and each one was written in a different font.

When Chu Qianchen went shopping with Jingle yesterday, she thought of the red paper she and Gu Jue bought last time they went shopping.

The Chinese New Year was coming soon, and Chu Qianchen thought that the palace should be a little more festive, so she asked Gu Jue to write a few more "Fu" characters in various shapes and paste them everywhere in the palace to bring good luck. Gu Jue had nothing to do anyway, so he followed her instructions.

Chu Qianchen admired Gu Jue's calligraphy with great pleasure and thought it was really beautiful.

His cursive script is wild and bold; his regular script is dignified and majestic; his official script is round and elegant...

Chu Qianchen reached out and pinched Gu Jue's sleeve, saying, "Take a break before writing." He was afraid that he would get tired.

So, Gu Jue handed the wolf-hair brush in his hand to Chu Qianchen: "Will you write the couplet?"

Chu Qianchen took the pen readily, and Gu Jue spread out the paper for her and served her with pen and ink.

Chu Qianchen watched him grinding ink for her, and the corners of her lips curled up happily, feeling extremely happy.

She dipped the pen in ink, pondered for a moment, and wrote two common Spring Festival couplets: Spring is everywhere in the five lakes and four seas, and all the rivers and mountains are shining.

She used running script, which was beautiful and vigorous, floating like floating clouds and agile like a startled dragon, and did not seem like the writing of a woman.

Gu Jue could tell at a glance that she was imitating Xie Wenjing's running script.

She really likes Xie Wenjing.

Gu Jue smiled slightly, took the pen from her hand, and wrote the horizontal banner: Everything is new.

He also used Xie Wenjing's running script.

When these couplets are placed together, at first glance, it is impossible to tell that they were written by two people.

Chu Qianchen's eyes lit up, and he smiled with his lips pursed. The corners of his eyes seemed to be dipped in honey water. His eyeballs rolled around, and he suggested excitedly: "Let's write some couplets together and give them to mother, third aunt, and Jingle, okay?"

"Do you think they can tell that it was written by the two of us?"

Without waiting for his answer, she said with great joy, "You definitely can't tell."

Seeing that she was as happy as an innocent child, Gu Jue treated it as playing with her. After a moment’s hesitation, he picked up his pen and wrote down the first line of the second couplet: The sky celebrates with the falling snow, presenting auspicious beauty.

Chu Qianchen continued with the next sentence.

The two of them exchanged ideas and wrote seven or eight couplets in one breath.

After finishing writing, Chu Qianchen called Amber and asked her to deliver the couplets, and asked Madam Cai and others to paste the word "Fu" and couplets throughout the mansion.

She asked Jiang Yuan to bring over the silver ingots that had just been made, and she picked them out and put them into her purse.

This is the New Year's money to be given to Chu Yunmu, Chu Yunyi, Gu Zhiyan, Anle and Jingle.

These were obviously just some trivial chores, but she enjoyed doing them. After writing the word "Fu" and the couplet, Gu Jue read a book and looked at her. There was a sense of peace and tranquility in the room.

Both Gu Jue and Chu Qianchen knew how precious these ordinary days were. This was a peace that was gained at the cost of countless lives and blood on the battlefield.

They all like and enjoy this kind of time.

Before Chu Qianchen finished packing the silver ingots, Amber came back, still carrying a hint of cold air from outside.

Amber sent out the couplets and brought back some snacks and local specialties. She returned with a full load. She also conveyed the greetings from Shen Shi, Shen Wan and the others. Finally, she talked about Jingle:

Jingle has always had a problem with sleeping, and often wakes up many times at night. Although Chu Qianchen can use incense to help her sleep, it is only a temporary solution and her mental illness needs new medicine to cure.

Amber was also sighing in her heart, and she remembered something, and said, "Princess, when I came back, I passed by your Highness's Princess Mansion, and I heard that the Queen was sending rewards to Prince Consort Lu. Yesterday she sent a doctor, medicinal herbs and supplements, and today she sent silks, satins, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings."

"The Queen herself has a princess. If the prince consorts treat the princess harshly, what will happen to the third princess in the future?"

Amber felt that the Queen's actions were completely meaningless.

The Queen probably thought that the Third Princess was a legitimate daughter, and with her and the Crown Prince's support, the Prince Consort did not dare to treat the Third Princess like this. However, the Third Princess was mentally impaired and had a childlike temperament, so it was much easier for the Prince Consort to control the Third Princess than to control ordinary people.

What's more, the queen cannot take care of the third princess for her whole life.

Thinking of the third princess, Chu Qianchen paused as he was packing the silver ingots.

The third princess liked to raise parrots, so the purse Chu Qianchen prepared for her was one embroidered with a green parrot.

Chu Qianchen put another silver ingot into the emerald green purse, then tightened the drawstring, put the purse into the purse basket, took out a new purse, and continued to put silver ingots into the purse.

Gu Jue is of a higher generation and has many younger generations under him, so naturally the amount of New Year's money she has to give is also a lot.

Chu Qianchen only uses needle and thread when making clothes for Gu Jue, and all these purses were custom-made at Zhu Xiufang.

Amber was still reporting some rumors she had heard recently: "I heard that because the Queen has been openly supporting Prince Consort Lu, the other Prince Consorts are not very respectful to the princesses now."

"Like Princess Yunhe's consort, who has been often...staying out all night recently, and even talking big to people outside. Princess Yunhe doesn't dare to control him."

Amber actually wanted to say that Prince Consort Jin lingered on the fourteenth floor and did not return home at night, but when she said this, she happened to see Gu Jue turning a page of a book and his eyes seemed to be coldly tilted towards her, so Amber almost changed her words.

Amber wiped the sweat off her forehead silently, and talked about Princess Duanrou's husband, Cheng. This husband was also a shabby guy, without any self-awareness. He stole Princess Duanrou's 20,000 taels of dowry silver and started a business with others, but ended up losing everything.

Chu Qianchen just treated what Amber said as gossip, and let it go in one ear and out the other.

When she had packed a basket of New Year's money, the black cat, which had been quiet for a while, began to meow heartbreakingly again.

Chu Qianchen looked up and silently shed a tear of sympathy for her cat. It was snowing outside again. It seemed that the cat could only stay in the house during the New Year and could not climb up the roof to climb up the roof.

This is the last snow before the New Year.

Chu Qianchen raised his chin slightly and stared at the white snow outside the window. His eyes seemed to travel through time, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

The New Year is coming soon.

At this time in her previous life, she was locked up in a Chu family farm located outside Beijing. It was cold and lonely, with only the boundless snow as her companion. At that time, she was heartbroken.

In this life, she can celebrate the New Year with the prince.

Chu Qianchen curled his lips happily, feeling that the recent days were like falling into a honey pot, and every memory was sweet.

Chu Qianchen was in a good mood, and everyone in the palace benefited from it.

With a wave of her hand, she distributed two months' monthly allowance to everyone in the mansion, and also made two sets of spring clothes for everyone. The mansion was filled with the joy of the New Year.

Wherever you look, you can see the color red, which represents the Chinese New Year, such as red lanterns, red satin, red couplets, red blessing characters, red window decorations, red silk cords, red plum blossoms and so on.

There are also big red firecrackers.

Of course, the "crackling" sound of firecrackers is indispensable on New Year's Eve, one after another. Not only did the Prince Chen's Palace set off fireworks and firecrackers, but other homes on the street also set off deafening firecrackers.

As the smell of firecrackers spread, the atmosphere of the New Year became stronger and more lively.

People were happy, but the black cat, who was celebrating New Year's Day for the first time, was frightened by the continuous sound of firecrackers and hid under the bed.

When Chu Qianchen and Gu Jue went out to enjoy the New Year's Eve dinner with everyone, the cat did not come out.

When the couple returned to the inner room, the cat still didn't come out, as if it was determined to stay under the bed.

The two of them sat by the window to celebrate the New Year. On the coffee table were a pot of tea, two plates of dried fruits, and several plates of snacks such as cloud cakes, candied fruits, and walnut cakes. All the maids were dismissed and left to play by themselves and do whatever they wanted.

Chu Qianchen also generously allowed Gu Jue to indulge himself for once: "You are allowed to stay up late today, are you happy or not!"

She looked at him with curved eyebrows and eyes, feeling sweet in her heart.

Normally, she would have gone to bed at this time, but today she was not tired at all and was very energetic.

Originally, Gu Jue had planned to get up early the next morning to go to the palace to pay homage, and wanted to let the little girl rest early, but seeing that she was so excited to stay up all night, he couldn't bear to say no to her.

This is their first New Year together, so let her decide.

Gu Jue stretched out his long arms and held Chu Qianchen horizontally on his knees, letting her face touch his chest. He bent down and gently kissed the top of her warm head, expressing his pleasure with practical actions:

"happy."

“I am very happy.”

His low laugh reached her ears, and one hand gently stroked her back.

His hands were big, warm and firm, ironing her skin through her clothes. His voice was full of cherishment and love, which made Chu Qianchen's heart beat faster.

"Your Highness, where is my lucky money?" Chu Qianchen asked for the sake of conversation, while playing with the ribbon on his waist with one hand. The ribbon was woven by her herself. Not only the ribbon, but also the silk ribbons he used to tie his hair, robes, knee-length pants, shoes, socks, etc. were all made by her.

It was as if she had left her own marks on him.

Gu Jue took out a big red purse embroidered with red plums from his sleeve and stuffed it into her hand.

The purse was not heavy, but it was very thick, and it was obvious that there was something stuffed inside.

Chu Qianchen held the purse tightly in her hand and smiled brightly.

Gu Jue raised his eyebrows: "Don't open it..." Don't open it and take a look? He stopped talking halfway.

His little girl suddenly stretched her neck, raised her little face, and gently left a kiss on his lips as light as a butterfly's wing.

Before he could savor it, the kiss was over.

Gu Jue: “…”

He just blinked, and she jumped off his lap nimbly, ran to the bed, and said, "New Year's money."

In official history, few princesses had a good ending. Don't have a filter for the royal children and think that princes should all be wise and brave, and princesses should all be noble.

Let's not talk about the princesses of the Qing Dynasty, as they were all used for marriage alliances. Most of the princesses of the Song Dynasty had tragic endings. Some were abducted by the Jin Dynasty, and some were bullied to death by their husbands' families. The princesses of the Ming Dynasty either died young or had unhappy marriages. There were several princesses of the Han Dynasty who died at the hands of their own fathers. In the Tang Dynasty, three of the four legitimate princesses of Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun were poor little girls.

When you count them all, there are really few princesses who can be noble throughout their lives.

I don't want to talk about official history, after all, it's fictional.

(End of this chapter)