Chapter 141: Closing the Writing
The weather was good this year and there was no major snowstorm in the capital this winter. The court's disaster relief work was also timely, and the people of the capital were looking forward to the auspicious snow that would herald a good harvest.
Rong Jinchen couldn't wait to return to the Prince of Yan's Mansion after his father announced that the imperial court would stop writing from the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month to the tenth day of the first lunar month. Although the imperial court officials had stopped writing, His Majesty still had no vacation and still had to approve memorials.
Su Zhenzhen lazily turned over and snuggled into the warm quilt to take a nap. She closed her eyes and finally struggled to get up when her stomach growled.
She had overexerted herself yesterday. She, who loves studying, discussed with Rong Jinchen until the end of the Xu hour (11 o'clock in the evening), so she couldn't get up now.
After pressing the bedside bell, Baizhi and Luwu helped her change clothes and wash up. It was already 9:15 in the morning, and Su Zhenzhen was about to sit down for breakfast.
Suddenly, I saw a tall and graceful man wearing a black fox cloak, hurrying home in the wind and snow.
Seeing that his tall nose was red from the cold, she hurried over and said with a bit of worry, "Husband, are you cold? Baizhi, bring me my hand warmer." She touched his warm big hand again, and it was obviously not as hot as usual.
She couldn't help but pout and complain: "I've told you so many times, don't rush home, I can't run, and it's so cold on the road." Even if she took a carriage on the way back, she still had to walk to the five-story Prince Yan's Mansion.
Rong Jinchen didn't like riding in a sedan chair, and it was not appropriate to ride in a sedan chair in such a cold weather.
When Rong Jinchen saw her put her cloisonné crabapple flower hand warmer into his palm and then tiptoe to reach for his cloak, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
Su Zhenzhen didn't usually change his clothes for him. Who told her not to get enough sleep at night and not get up during the day? Rong Jinchen naturally wouldn't blame her.
So when she helped him change clothes again, the man's thin lips curled up into a very obvious smile. He bent down to let her take off the black fox cloak, and then handed it to Lu Wu.
"Husband, are your shoes and socks wet? Do you want to change?" Su Zhenzhen was still a little worried, afraid that this man had returned too hastily and hadn't changed into spare shoes and socks. Even though she knew he was wearing deerskin boots that wouldn't get wet easily.
Rong Jinchen held her soft little hand in one hand, held the hand warmer in the other, sat on the rosewood stool, and held her directly in his arms, "Okay, husband is fine, don't worry, okay? Qingqing, haven't had breakfast yet? I'll eat with you." While he was talking, the charcoal fire in the room was very full, and the black fox cloak protected his arms tightly, and the young energy and blood soon recovered.
Su Zhenzhen then curled her lips, "Hmph, you're a bad guy." She was so enthusiastic and virtuous, but he actually thought she was nagging? She turned her head away, not wanting to look at him. The man laughed, "Qingqing, I'm worried you're too hungry. What if you don't have breakfast?" The girl's eyebrows curved, "Well, as a punishment, you have to kiss me."
Rong Jinchen's eyes were deep and tender, "This is clearly a reward." How could kissing her be a punishment? Rong Jinchen was more than happy to do so. He gave her a passionate kiss without hesitation. "Are you satisfied, dear?" His voice was low and hoarse, and his breathing was slightly rapid.
The girl leaned softly in his arms, "Very satisfied, put me down, I want to eat breakfast." It will be cold soon. "I'll feed you." Rong Jinchen started to act coquettishly, and he just wanted to be sticky with Qingqing.
It would have been fine if they had just gotten married, as he and Qingqing had time to spend time together day and night, but it was only a short month.
During the twenty days that Qiu Mi spent together, Qingqing had little time to accompany him during the day, so that didn't count at all.
After going on duty, Rong Jinchen felt that he had endless things to say to Qingqing every day, but he just didn't have enough time to talk to her properly. How could he have enough time to manage the few hours before going to bed at night?
Su Zhenzhen smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't make trouble, I'm not a three-year-old child." The first day of marriage was a special case, and she still liked to eat by herself.
However, Su Zhenzhen didn't object to the two of them being affectionate with each other, as it was normal for them to pick up food for each other.
Rong Jinchen pursed his lips and placed her on the rosewood stool beside him. His handsome face was full of resentment, like a big-tailed wolf that hadn't eaten any meat.
Su Zhenzhen couldn't help but cup his smooth cheek with her hands, "Don't be unhappy, okay? Husband." This man felt really good to the touch, and it was obvious that he took good care of himself.
The man lowered his head to look at her, and seeing her soft eyes, the doting in them seemed to overflow. He pursed his lips and smiled: "I'll listen to you, my dear." He would not be unhappy now.
The two of them were sticky together. Su Zhenzhen started to eat the preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Rong Jinchen carefully peeled a tea egg for her, and then had another one for himself.
Seeing him eating heartily, Su Zhenzhen calculated the time. How could she not know that he hadn't had breakfast either? She gave him a bowl of chicken wontons and said, "Husband, don't do this in the future. I'd feel bad if you were hungry." Although she was happy to be on vacation, she couldn't skip breakfast.
There's nothing I can do. She's just a hypocrite. I can choose not to eat it.
He smiled and said softly, "I know. Qingqing loves me." That's why she felt sorry for him. He ate another piece of the golden cake Su Zhenzhen had given him, and ate the wontons with the steamed pork ribs in black bean sauce, moving quickly.
At this moment, Su Zhenzhen suddenly remembered that she heard Gu Heng say that on the day of Duke Dingguo's birthday, Yuyu's fiancé Zhou Xi publicly asked His Highness for advice on how to please his fiancée.
"Husband, what does Yuyu's fiancé look like?" She seemed to have never seen him before. Hearing this, Rong Jinchen began to make a fuss. He put down the jade belt soup in his hand, and his low voice could not hide his disappointment, "Qingqing, isn't having me enough?" How could you openly ask about other men in front of him!
Su Zhenzhen was silent, looking at this dramatic man. Don't think she didn't see the smile in his eyes, but this was her dear husband. She then said softly: "I have my husband who is unparalleled in handsomeness, good-looking, talented in both civil and military affairs... That's enough. He is Yuyu's fiancé, a friend's husband, and he should not be bullied. I just want to know what he looks like, and whether he is a good match for Yuyu." This is what it means to be obsessed with looks.
Rong Jinchen raised his hand and clenched his fist to hide the smile on his lips. He loved Qingqing's praise. To be honest, no wonder Qingqing often liked to act like a spoiled child with him. The feeling of being coaxed was truly addictive. He whispered again, "That guy is smart and good-looking, but not as good-looking as me." Rong Jinchen would never deliberately describe another man's appearance.
Zhou Xi is indeed a smart man. He knows that Rong Jinchen treats Qingqing wholeheartedly and intends to make friends with him. After all, he is Qingqing's best friend's fiancé. Rong Jinchen is also willing to give him this face. Who can blame him for loving the whole person?
Don't think he didn't see it, there was no love for his fiancée in Zhou Xi's eyes at all.
Su Zhenzhen nodded. "My husband is naturally the most handsome man in the world." Rong Jinchen looked at her with a doting smile. As long as she was smart, it would be fine. She wasn't so outrageous as to insist that someone love her best friend to death. Love can fade, and only a smart person can make her best friend live a happy life.
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