Chapter 43 After Marriage
"What's wrong?"
Fu Lin's tone was clearly meaningful.
The boy stretched out his arms, his chest broad, his gaze fixed intently on the girl before him.
The two were very close, so close that with just a little effort, the girl could be completely enveloped in his chest.
But at that moment, Galo suddenly recalled the boy's previous lack of fighting spirit.
The subtle awkwardness and unease vanished in that instant.
She stepped forward, reached out and unbuttoned the young man's cloak, her tone leisurely: "Your Majesty's health is precious; please be careful not to catch a cold."
Jialuo naturally didn't need to carry the Emperor's cloak herself; she took it off, and the security guard beside her naturally took it from her.
The boy was wearing a bright yellow silk robe with a dark gourd pattern and a frosty grass design.
He had a tall and straight posture, yet still retained the slender build of a young man.
Jialuo felt even more strongly that the boy was just a boy, and when she looked up and met his eyes, her expression was quite natural.
The young man withdrew his hand, his gaze lingered on the woman's face for a moment, and then he walked into the study.
He looked directly at the girl's handwriting on the Xuan paper that had been flattened by a paperweight on the desk.
The woman's handwriting was surprisingly bold, with even the strokes conveying a sharp edge.
It was unexpected, yet because it was her, it became perfectly natural.
Who are you writing to?
As soon as Jialuo walked up to the boy, she heard him ask this question.
"Your Majesty, I met a young lady on my way back to the palace."
“That girl is very charming, so I made an appointment with her to write letters and exchange information in the future.”
Fu Lin was clearly unconcerned, or perhaps he knew who Jia Luo had met on the road. He nodded casually and then said, "This is the first time I have seen your handwriting."
Jialuo naturally knew that the ancients simply admired the saying that one could see the person through the writing.
She followed the emperor's gaze and it fell upon her own handwriting.
“When I was little, I often saw my older brothers learning to write and write, both Manchu and Chinese, from the Han Chinese teachers and shamans that Abu had specially invited.”
“When I was young, I was often held by my older brothers, and I learned from them for a few years.”
Shunzhi raised his eyes, looking at her leisurely, and said, "Your Majesty's calligraphy is sharp and powerful, showing that you are a person with profound thoughts and great wisdom."
Jialuo was suddenly praised by him in such a sincere tone, which made her extremely embarrassed.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she smiled as she said, "To be praised so highly by Your Majesty, I will not be too modest."
Why be modest?
Fu Lin raised his head again, his gaze sweeping over Jia Luo's bookshelf, and then reached out his hand again.
Jialuo turned around, naturally avoiding the boy's hand, and said in a very natural voice, "Your Majesty, the milk tea that I specially asked Jade to brew is almost ready. Let me personally brew you a bowl?"
As Jialuo felt the boy's gaze enveloping her, her heart slowly tightened.
The last time the two met, it ended with the emperor inexplicably getting angry and leaving.
Although she didn't know why the Emperor had come to her palace again today as if nothing had happened.
But Galo already knew of the emperor's capricious nature.
"personally?"
Who would have thought that the boy would answer her like that?
Jialu nodded quickly and said with a smile, "I am very good at making milk tea. My sisters and brothers all love the milk tea I make."
"oh?"
"Then I shall wait and see."
So the two of them went to the side room where Jialuo was resting.
She sat on the tatami mat, with the ingredients for milk tea laid out on a low table, while Fu Lin sat cross-legged on the other side.
His back was straight, his shoulders were level, yet his posture was relaxed, and his overall demeanor was extremely graceful.
Jialuo's gaze fell on him, and the boy naturally noticed it as well. He slightly curled his lips, but did not say anything.
Jialuo didn't see the boy's upturned lips. After looking away, she carefully made milk tea for Fulin in the order he was in.
Each person has their own bowl, and once the steaming hot milk tea is added, the rich, salty, milky aroma fills the air.
The girl's face blurred instantly, but she remained beautiful.
Like a fairy in a dream, shrouded in mist.
Seeing flowers through the mist is certainly beautiful and moving.
Yet it also carries a sense of ambiguity and uncertainty.
Fulin didn't like this feeling.
But in an instant, just as Fu Lin raised a few furrowed brows in displeasure, the girl's slender, pale hand gently parted the mist, revealing her smiling face.
What are you laughing at?
The boy's abrupt question caused Jialuo's smile to freeze instantly.
She looked up and her eyes met the boy's.
Surprisingly, all she saw was the boy's confusion, nothing but confusion.
Jialuo placed the milk tea in front of the boy and said gently, "Because I know that the milk tea I made today is very delicious."
The boy's gaze remained fixed on her face, but Jialuo didn't seem to care.
She naturally withdrew her hand, then picked up her own bowl, tentatively bringing her lips to the teacup.
Then I took a small sip of the milk tea.
It was just an ordinary sip of milk tea that made her stunningly beautiful face so vivid.
Like a precious Persian cat, it was teased by a bite of meat, causing it to squint its dreamy, glass-bead-like eyes.
Her happiness is so simple.
Even though her status is now so noble.
According to the information sent back by the security guards, Jialuo was not liked by her mother, and for a time her mother even loathed her.
She was unwilling to breastfeed, and when she got sick, she didn't want her family to take too much care of her.
Even though her son, Abu Wukeshan, doted on his youngest daughter, he was busy with many affairs, managing the Khorchin tribe and sometimes needing to travel to the capital.
They were gone for about six months.
Despite having almost no elders to love her, Jialuo gets along well with her siblings and has a lively personality.
A bowl of milk tea is enough to make her so happy.
But it was the sight of the girl happily drinking milk tea that completely calmed Fu Lin's restless heart.
He picked up the milk tea in front of him and even began to wonder if it tasted better than the milk tea he had drunk before.
Seeing that Fulin was also drinking milk tea, Jialuo ordered someone to bring over the freshly cooked beef, took a knife and cut off some, placing it on a small plate to the side.
"Your Majesty, have some milk tea. Not only does it contain beef, but the meat itself tastes quite good."
She gestured for the boy to take some meat, then took out a piece herself and ate it in small sips with her milk tea.
The boy remained silent, but reached out and took a piece to eat.
Next came chestnuts, then sweet potatoes, and finally, they even ate a hot pot of cured pork and sauerkraut with Jialuo.
As the lanterns were hung high, Fu Lin leaned against the south kang (heated brick bed), his jade-like face now tinged with a faint pink.
The security guards were terrified, fearing that the Emperor had indigestion.
Fu Lin leisurely read a book in his hand, while Jia Luo on the other side moved all the writing implements to the low table and slowly replied to Tong Yi's letter.
Time flows on, and the night is long.
This was the first time in recent times that the two had been so quiet and harmonious.
Jialu replied to the letter seriously, and then took out another piece of paper, thinking of first drafting a letter for her third sister.
When she finished writing the letter and looked up, she was surprised to find that the boy opposite her had already fallen asleep.
The boy was originally sitting cross-legged, but now he leaned back against the cushion, stretching out his body.
Bend your left leg and straighten your right leg naturally.
The book was held upside down against his chest, and his right hand, holding the book, had long, slender fingers that almost gripped the entire book.
This was the first time Jialuo had looked at the boy like this.
Her gaze slowly drifted to the boy's face.
Those originally dark, imposing phoenix eyes were now gently closed.
Her eyelashes were so long and delicate, and the lines from her brow to her nose, and then to her jaw were smooth yet strong.
Even the crescent-shaped hairstyle of the Qing Dynasty couldn't suppress the boy's straightforward handsomeness.
I wonder what a handsome man he'll be when he grows up.
Unfortunately, he did not live long enough; in history, Fulin died miraculously at the age of twenty-four.
Jialuo looked at him. Actually, if that crescent-shaped haircut were replaced with a monk's head, he might be even more handsome.
Seeing him sleeping so comfortably, Jialuo also felt a little sleepy.
She got up and ordered Jade to cover the Emperor with a blanket.
She then quietly took a bath and washed up. When she returned to the inner room after she finished, she was surprised to find that the boy who had been sleeping on the couch was now sleeping on her bed.
"?!"
Jialuo turned away angrily. She had left home at the thirteenth, was delayed for three days, and returned home on the sixteenth, perfectly avoiding the fifteenth!
Does he possibly want to sleep here?!
Jialuo lifted the layers of curtains and found the boy breathing heavily, sleeping peacefully.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"
Even if she had ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare to violently wake the Emperor.
Jialu knelt on the bed, calling out to the boy cautiously.
It may not work at all.
Jialuo was also sleepy and realized it was getting late.
It would indeed seem too strange to wake the emperor up at this moment and then let him go out.
Jialuo threw back the covers, got into bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
She doesn't like the room to be bright when she sleeps.
Therefore, the habit of leaving a night light on was lost.
Emerald tiptoed and extinguished the candlelight, then quietly retreated to the couch in the east room to sleep.
The boy, whose breathing had been deep and even, quietly opened his eyes, then slightly curved his lips into a smile before closing them again to prepare for sleep.
"Are you not asleep?"
Suddenly, a girl's soft voice came from the other side.
Fu Lin suddenly opened his eyes, but in that instant, his changing breathing betrayed him.
“…”
"I knew it!"
Jialuo turned around instantly, sat up, and stared at the boy in the direction of the dark tent.
"puff."
In this quiet space where no one could see anyone else, the boy suddenly laughed.
His laughter was low, but extremely casual.
Even that "pfft" sound didn't sound like the laughter of an emperor.
But he just kept laughing, as if he couldn't stop.
"Your Majesty, what are you laughing at?"
"My empress is so cute."
The boy spoke to her in a smiling voice.
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Author's Note: I will definitely correct my habit of writing short articles! [Crying emoji]
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