Model couple
She opened her arms and smiled foolishly at Wen Yici. Her usually bright and intelligent eyes narrowed into crescent-shaped slits. Wen Yici squatted down, patted her shoulder, and tilted his head, saying, "Come up."
Yuanli lay on his back, hugged his neck tightly, and rubbed her cheek against his neck. Her warm breath made people feel itchy inside, like a cat scratching.
"Husband, why is it that after drinking plum wine, you don't smell like alcohol and it smells so sweet?" As she spoke, Yuanli restlessly propped herself up and poked his face.
Wen Yici said righteously, "Before the feast began, my wife told me not to get drunk. I have always kept her teachings in mind and have not touched a drop of wine."
"Ah Ci, good boy~"
Yuanli stroked his hair gently, like petting a puppy. Wen Yici was not annoyed, but rather enjoyed it. Prince Wen, who usually had a cold and stern look, was like a well-behaved wife in front of her.
Taking good care of my wife, Wen Yici turned around and became expressionless. He said to the Prime Minister's wife sparingly, "Thank you very much. Goodbye."
Yuanli held on tightly and was unwilling to get off his back, so Wen Yici had no choice but to carry her back home. Fortunately, it was a warm spring season and the wind was not cold even at night.
For fear of waking her up, Wen Yici took a secluded path, even though it was a little longer.
As they passed by, they saw the candy figurine vendor pushing his cart from afar. Wen Yici immediately ordered Lin Jian to buy a white phoenix candy figurine and send it back to the mansion. Since the white phoenix figurine was bought yesterday, almost everyone on the street has one.
Under the starry sky, there were only two people left on the quiet street. It was so quiet that they could hear the "pattering" sound of water dripping from the eaves on the stone road, and they could hear the love between each other.
Wen Yici called out tentatively, "Madam? Madam?"
Feeling even breathing on his back, Wen Yici smiled helplessly and dotingly, looking up at the starry night sky, his brows filled with satisfaction.
"Life is hard, it doesn't matter. It's good when my beloved returns. Soon, you will remember me."
The gentle words were soon swallowed up by the silent night. Returning to Prince Wen's mansion, he tucked her into the quilt. The sugar man had already begun to melt, and seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Wen Yici put the sugar man into the ice cellar.
Because she drank too much plum wine last night, Yuanli woke up in the morning with a splitting headache. She sat up on the edge of the bed, but there was no one around her.
Thinking of how Wen Yici had specifically told her not to drink too much plum wine last night, but she got drunk and didn't even know how she got back, Yuanli felt a little annoyed. What should she do if Wen Yici got angry with her because of this?
Now the quilt was no longer warm, and Yuanli felt a pang in her heart. It was okay to be angry, as she was afraid that something would happen in the court again and trap him somewhere else. Yuanli threw back the quilt and jumped off the bed to find Wen Yici.
Even in the warm spring, the cold ground still made one's feet a little cold. Yuanli suddenly opened the door. Wen Yici's right hand stopped in mid-air as if to open the door, and his left hand held a bowl of vegetable porridge.
"Where have you been?" Yuanli hugged him, and the heavy stone in her heart fell to the ground. After seven years, she didn't want to be separated from him for a moment.
Although Wen Yici was a little confused, he finally smiled and stroked his hair, saying, "From now on, I will report to you wherever I go so that you won't worry."
When Yuanli released the arms that were restrained around his waist, Wen Yici noticed that she was only wearing a pair of thin socks on her feet. Stepping over the threshold, Wen Yici squatted down slightly and picked her up with one hand, letting her sit on his left arm, holding the porridge firmly in his right hand.
After placing Yuanli on the bed and covering her with a quilt, he blew on the bowl of porridge in his hand and handed it to her, saying, "While it's hot, sit and wait for me."
Wen Yici walked to the floor-length wardrobe to get new socks for her. He turned the socks over and stuffed them into his arms. He sat beside her, and Yuanli smiled at him foolishly.
Wen Yici reached into the quilt and held the back of her feet. Feeling the coolness, he placed the little feet in front of his stomach and covered them. A warmth came over him, and Yuanli felt particularly comfortable.
Watching his actions, it was as if two hands were kneading her heart. She couldn't tell whether this was her Ah Ci, or Heng Jin, a habit left behind by an old lover who didn't like to wear shoes.
"Husband, your technique is consistent. Did you often cover other women's feet in the past?"
"In the past, now, from the beginning to the end, it's only you. Can you still eat the vegetable porridge?"
"You, when did you learn how to make vegetable porridge?" As she spoke, Yuanli pinched the white porcelain spoon and made circles to stir the vegetable porridge. Although she was asking him, her eyes were always fixed on the white porridge.
“No teacher is needed to learn. You are born with it.”
Hearing this, Yuanli finished the porridge and put the bowl back into his hand. Wen Yici took out an embroidered handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the corners of her mouth, leaving her stunned.
"My lady doesn't like it?"
"I don't like it, don't put vegetables in the porridge from now on. You can put anything else in it, just don't put vegetables in it."
After venting her anger at him with resentment, Yuanli suddenly realized that he had done nothing wrong, but she still yelled at him because of a lover from his previous life.
Yuanli lowered her eyes guiltily, clasping her fingers nervously, not daring to look up at his expression at the moment, and not knowing how to apologize to him.
The sound of the bottom of a bowl hitting the table came to her ears, and the warmth on the soles of her feet was withdrawn. Wen Yici tucked the quilt in for her, took the bowl and walked out the door. Before closing the door, Wen Yici said, "Madam, please take a rest first. I'll go to the kitchen."
Looking at the locked door, Yuanli burrowed into bed in frustration, covering her head with her hands. A wave of annoyance washed over her. If she had said it gently, she would have been angry if someone yelled at her for no reason.
Yuanli tossed and turned on the bed, racking her brains but unable to come up with a complete solution. It was not until a stick of incense passed that the door was opened again.
Wen Yici was still holding a bowl in his hand, with hot steam coming out of it. He pinched the spoon to stir the contents of the bowl and blew away the heat, and a fragrance wafted over.
When he got closer, Yuanli could see clearly what was in the bowl: a bowl of colorful porridge.
Wen Yici put the porridge on the table, took out an embroidered handkerchief, folded it and placed it under the bowl, then he handed the porridge to her.
"I've cooked some porridge again. My lady, take a look at this bowl. Is it pleasing to you? It's a little hot. Blow on it while you eat. If you don't like it, I'll cook it again."
Yuanli took a closer look and found that the porridge was rich in ingredients, including peanuts, longan, black beans, red beans, red dates, and coix seed, which was very memorable.
Yuanli took a bite and tasted a light sweetness. It was not just white rice, the soft and sticky texture was a bit like glutinous rice.
"Is my wife happy?" Wen Yici said with a hint of worry:
"I like it. I shouldn't have yelled at you for no reason just now. Husband, please don't be angry with me."
Wen Yici couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you so worried about such a silly thing? Just yell if you want to. The way for husband and wife is to tolerate each other, so that they can last long, right?"
Although she was a little full, in order to repay his kindness, Yuanli ate up all the porridge he cooked.
She likes Wen Yici, who is not Heng Jin from heaven. Why should she bother herself and worry about other things? It is enough to spend the short seven years of her mortal life.
The sun rises and the moon sets, the morning sun shines and the evening shades, as spring turns to summer, the peach blossoms fall and the leaves return to their roots, the mandarin duck vines cover the entire courtyard, the two flowers, one gold and one silver, grow together, inseparable, like mandarin ducks entwined, filled with fragrance in the thin sunlight.
Yuanli was bending over to pick the mandarin duck vines wrapped in rootless water in the early morning. She felt an itch in her hair. Two shadows were close to her by the wall. He was holding a honeysuckle in his hand and pinning it on her hair.
"My wife is beautiful, and the wild flowers on the corner make her look even more refreshing."
Yuanli chuckled coquettishly and handed the bamboo basket to him, then turned around and continued picking the small flowers on the mandarin duck vine. Wen Yici squatted beside her patiently, imitating her and helping her pick flowers.
It wasn't until the basket was half full that Yuanli patted the weeds off her body and pulled him up. Wen Yici stood up with a painful expression, holding the basket in his right hand and supporting his knees with his chin on her shoulder, saying, "Ouch, my feet are numb, I can't stand. Madam, please hold on to your husband."
Yuanli hugged him tightly, fearing that her husband would not be able to stand, until she heard someone's breath of suppressing laughter in her ear, Yuanli finally reacted and let go of her hand.
"fraud."
Wen Yici pulled Yuanli back as she tried to pull away and said, "Who told you to come here to pick flowers instead of sleeping with me? You finally don't have to go to court."
"Don't you sleep in my room day and night? And I pick flowers to make tea for my husband to drink, to clear away heat and detoxify."
"It's in our room."
Yuanli did not argue with him. The longer they were married, the more eloquent Wen Yici became, and he was good at speaking and flattering people.
Today is the wedding of the Crown Prince and Yun Zhaowan. Father has ordered a three-day suspension of court attendance. At this time, the Crown Prince should wear a dragon robe and a patched robe and go before the Queen Mother, Father, and Queen Mother and perform the three-kneeling and nine-kowtow ceremony.
The red satin-rimmed sedan chair carried by eight people had been prepared by the Imperial Guards. Then, the eunuch Shang, the chief steward of the Imperial Household Department, whose birth date and time matched the bride's, led 20 officials, and the lieutenant commander of the imperial guards, Xiao Ji, led 40 guards, to welcome the newlyweds.
According to the old rules, one also had to choose the wife of an important official whose birth year was compatible with his or hers and whose birthday was harmonious with the couple's. He or she would lead eight female attendants, including the wife of the internal supervisor, to wait at the Protector General's Mansion and the Eastern Palace respectively.
Today, the model couple in Kyoto is Wen Yici and his wife. They are in perfect harmony with each other, and the wife sings and the husband follows, which makes others envious. Yun Zhaowan and the prince requested her to take the position. Yuanli was willing to be on good terms with her, so her father agreed.
The streets of Kyoto were hung with red silk and satin. The General Protectorate's Mansion used half of the reward to prepare a ten-mile red wedding for his daughter, and the joyful sound of suona echoed throughout the streets.
Wen Yici's black-armored guards led the way, and no one dared to cause trouble. She felt very safe. Even in the wedding procession, Wen Yici's horse was always near her, and her beautiful figure was always in her peripheral vision.
After paying homage to heaven and earth, in the bridal chamber of the Eastern Palace, Yuanli saw Yun Zhaowan was so nervous that the tassel of her love fan was shaking slightly. Even though there was no one else in the room, she sat upright, unlike her embarrassing moment on her wedding night.
But when she thought of Wen Yici in her wedding dress, Yuanli couldn't help but smile. She could remember that scene until her consciousness was extinguished.
"Sister-in-law, are you thirsty? Can I find you some tea, fruit, and nuts to eat?"
"The bridal attire is complicated. I won't drink any more. Princess, please go to the banquet and visit the Crown Prince. Drinking too much is harmful to your health. I'm afraid the Crown Prince will get drunk."
Yuanli jokingly said, "What does it have to do with my imperial sister that you asked your princess to go?"
Hearing this, Yun Zhao lowered her hand holding the Hehuan fan slightly, revealing her eyes, and said shyly, "Thank you, Imperial Sister, for running this trip for me."
Only then did Yuanli agree with satisfaction and left the room. Passing by the garden, she saw Wen Yici standing on the small bridge of the East Palace, admiring the moon alone with a glass of wine.
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