Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Spring in the Palace

Unfortunately, the villa was not very big, and it would take Yan Wan several hours to walk. In a moment, the two arrived at Yan Wan's residence.

As soon as they entered the house, Chunchan, Lancui and others in the house hurried out to do their work, giving the two of them some space to be alone, so that they wouldn't have anything to say but couldn't say it when they were around.

Yanwan grabbed Jinzhong's collar and pulled him closer, and with her other hand she placed a carefully folded piece of paper in Jinzhong's hand.

She wanted to smile, but had to keep a calm expression. Her eyes were full of joy and her lips were slightly curved. She was like a cat that had eaten fish, proudly awaiting Jinzhong's reaction.

"Jinzhong, guess what this is." Yanwan touched the small folded piece of paper with her fingers, and pretended to accidentally tickle his palm with her nails.

Jinzhong held her hand with his backhand, and with his other hand he pulled out the paper between their hands, and sniffed it, "I guess this is a painting you made."

In fact, it is quite easy to guess. Yanwan has been drawing recently, and the material of the drawing paper is different from other papers. Sometimes when he comes to see her, she covers it up so that he can't see what she is drawing.

It seemed that she wanted to give him a surprise. There was still a faint fragrance of Yan Wan on it. Jin Zhong held it in one hand, and with the other hand he was reluctant to let go of Yan Wan.

He still held it tightly, but got closer and closer, covering Yanwan's hand with his hand and pressing it down on the couch.

Yan Wan poked Zhong's waist with her other hand and said coquettishly, "Why don't you open it and take a look? Why do you have to cling to me so much?"

Jinzhong then reluctantly let go and quickly unfolded it to look at the pattern on it. It was a double-headed lily with gold edges. This was the pattern embroidered on the cloak that Jinzhong had given her for the first time.

He gently stroked the cotton paper. If Yan Wan hadn't been looking at him, he would have really wanted to kiss it. The leaf at the bottom was a combination of solid and virtual, and slightly protruded.

"This was painted by the Emperor, right?" Jinzhong traced with his finger, staring at Yanwan's slightly nervous expression.

Yan Wan nodded and said unhappily, "It's all the emperor's fault. I was painting well, but he insisted on adding a few strokes, and he almost took it away."

"Do you want more? If not, I'll draw another one." After saying that, Yanwan gently bit her lips with her teeth, and her cheeks became round and puffy as they were filled with air.

She couldn't explain what she was thinking. Although the painting had a few flaws and the emperor had added the finishing touches, it was painted by her after all. If Jinzhong really didn't want it, Yanwan would be angry.

Jinzhong folded the sachet carefully and put it in his arms, only then was his hands free.

One hand stroked the back of Yanwan's neck, and the other hand placed on Yanwan's chin. He stretched out his fingers and pinched her puffy cheeks. With a "pop" sound, the air escaped, revealing a pouting and unhappy Yanwan.

"Yes, of course. It's a reward from the master. No matter what it is, I will treasure it well." Jinzhong smiled so brightly that he could hardly stop smiling.

Unlike what Yanwan guessed, Jinzhong was disgusted by the emperor's handwriting. Instead, he became even more excited.

The painting that Yan Wan gave him had imperial calligraphy on it. Isn't this equivalent to the emperor participating in drawing a picture of lilies and giving it to the two of them, wishing them a happy marriage?

Besides, it was Yan Wan who protected it and didn't give it to others, and even the emperor didn't allow it. Jinzhong stroked the back of Yan Wan's head happily, and felt that the red plum satin on the table next to her was very festive, as if it was used in folk weddings.

Oh. This was also a reward from the emperor.

Oh, the emperor is really like a matchmaker for the two of them, giving them red satin and lilies.

Jinzhong felt his heart burning. Waves of excitement pressed against his head, and he was so dizzy that he could hardly keep his feet on the ground.

"Master Ling, I think we should have some wine at this time." Jin Zhong said sincerely. If they drank the wedding wine and lit the red candles, today would be their wedding night.

Yan Wan didn't know why Jin Zhong suddenly went crazy, but she let him do whatever he wanted. "Okay, okay, I'll ask Wang Chan to bring a pot of wine later."

He frowned again and asked worriedly, "But you still have to work, don't you? Why not wait until tonight?"

at night?

When Jinzhong heard these two words, his heart beat faster, and his mind was filled with thoughts of newlyweds, wedding night, and so on. He covered his chest as if fainting, and his whole body slid down Yanwan's legs and sat on the small stool beside her feet.

This startled Yan Wan, and she quickly leaned forward and pulled Jinzhong's hat with one hand. She thought Jinzhong was going to faint from overwork, "Jinzhong, what's wrong with you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Yanwan immediately turned Jinzhong's head over and took a look. He was smiling silently with a flushed face.

It turned out that she was happy. Yan Wan was so angry that she pointed at Jinzhong's head and cursed, "Jinzhong, you are sick. You should find a doctor to check your brain."

Although Jinzhong's head was pushed away, he was still laughing wantonly, his body pressed against Yanwan, hugging Yanwan's calves, and refusing to let go, "I'm so happy. I'm not sick, not sick." As he spoke, he rubbed her clothes.

The fabric on Yan Wan's legs was wrinkled by the rubbing. "Oh, come on, why don't you go back to work?" Yan Wan urged him, patting his head lightly with her palm.

Jinzhong took the initiative to put his face close to Yanwan and let her pat him, "I'll go right away, right away." But no matter how Yanwan patted him, he wouldn't move.

Yan Wan took a deep breath, stared, and pretended to strangle him, "Jinzhong!"

Jinzhong stood up quickly and put away his smile. The blood that had just filled his cheeks with joy had not yet subsided, and his face was still red. He put on a stern face and pretended to be serious. He adjusted his hat and straightened his clothes.

Then he suddenly leaned in close, took Yan Wan's hand and kissed her, then turned around and ran away, saying, "Then I will go to work first and come to see you in the evening."

Yan Wan straightened her wrinkled dress and muttered, "You're crazy."

Chunchan watched Jinzhong leave, and came over to ask Yanwan what to do with the satin. Yanwan glanced at it and said, "Put it away first. I'll make some clothes out of it when I return to the palace. I need to wear it often."

Chunchan agreed and said, "When Eunuch Jinzhong went out just now, he looked very happy, as if something great was going to happen." She looked at Yanwan's reaction. Although Jinzhong always had a happy expression when he came in and out, he seemed particularly happy this time.

This sentence made Yanwan feel embarrassed. Jinzhong was thinking about something else. He was laughing like crazy after getting a painting and wanted to drink to celebrate.

Do you like her paintings so much? Yan Wan coughed twice with a guilty conscience, her expression innocent and surprised, "Is there any good news for Jinzhong? I don't know. You go down first."

Chunchan looked at Yanwan's eyes rolling around and her face showing a guilty look, so she could only cough to prevent herself from laughing. She hummed twice and turned away.

Yan Wan looked a little embarrassed and said angrily, "Why are you coughing?"

Chunchan didn't even turn her head, holding the satin steadily, and ran away after stepping out of the door.