I made the villain right.

Time passed quickly and finally New Year's Eve arrived.

The whole Kyoto was immersed in a lively and joyful atmosphere, and the strong flavor of the New Year was everywhere.

The streets and alleys are decorated with lights, big red lanterns are hung high, red silk dances in the wind, and the golden word "Fu" on it shines brightly in the sunlight.

The shops on the street are filled with a wide variety of New Year goods, including colorful sugar figurines, fragrant cakes, and fireworks of various shapes.

The children, wearing brand new clothes and holding candied haws, walked among the crowd with laughter, and their clear laughter rose one after another.

The aroma of delicious food wafting from every household’s kitchen is rich and long-lasting.

Fan Mansion was also bustling with activity, and the atmosphere was filled with busyness and joy.

Shi Jin and Fan Hua stood in front of the vermilion gate, preparing to post the couplets.

Shi Jin felt that the New Year atmosphere would only be better if he made up the couplets himself, so he asked Fan Hua to do it together.

At this time, Fan Hua was holding one end of the couplet, carefully comparing the position to ensure that it was pasted upright.

Shi Jin raised his head slightly, staring intently at the couplet, and muttered, "Ah Yu, move it up a little more and align it to the left."

"Okay." Fan Hua adjusted as he was told with a smile on his face.

After the gate was over, the two turned to Taoyuan.

Shi Jin and Fan Hua hung rows of lanterns on the peach trees.

The two of them had a perfect understanding of each other, and in just half an incense stick of time, they had decorated even their own yard.

The other people in the yard were also busy.

In a courtyard, Shi Sheng and King Shengqing sat side by side, spread out bright red rice paper in front of them, dipped the pens in ink, and wrote.

The Holy King wrote the first couplet: Auspicious colors fill the courtyard and thousands of auspicious things gather.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful.

Shi Sheng wrote: May the blessed land prosper for thousands of years.

Luo Yi walked between the two of them, and when he saw them finish writing, he took the couplets away and placed them on another table, waiting for the ink to dry.

In another courtyard, Du Xuan and Zhi Lu were also pasting couplets.

Zhilu held the paste in his hand and carefully smeared it on the back of the couplet, while Du Xuan unfolded the couplet with both hands, turning around from time to time to check Zhilu's progress.

Zhilu accidentally touched the undried couplet, and then touched his itchy nose, and the tip of his nose was instantly covered with ink.

Seeing this, Du Xuan's eyebrows curved, and he suddenly reached out and gently rubbed Zhilu's nose to wipe it off for her, "You are stained with ink."

"Where?" Zhilu touched his face again in confusion, but the more he touched it, the dirtier it became, and he almost looked like a little cat.

Du Xuan was helpless when he saw this, his eyebrows curved, and suddenly he reached out and rubbed Zhilu's face to help her wipe off the ink on her face.

The two smiled at each other, and love spread

Ran Ke and Yun Chuan were busy hanging lanterns.

Yunchuan was very agile. He stood on the ladder and hung up the big red lanterns one by one. Ran Ke handed the lanterns to him from below and reminded him from time to time: "Pay attention and remember to hang them in the right position."

Facing Ran Ke's repeated reminder, Yun Chuan replied impatiently: "No need to remind me again, I know what's going on."

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When preparing the New Year's Eve dinner, in addition to leaving it to the chef, Shi Jin also showed off his cooking skills by making a dish and a soup.

Pan-fried fish and yam, poria and pigeon soup.

She had her own purpose. These past few days, she always made various kinds of soups for Fanhua and secretly added ingredients into them.

I don’t know if it works.

New Year’s Eve is, of course, no exception.

At night, a large round table is filled with a variety of New Year’s Eve dinners, the aroma is so fragrant that it makes people salivate.

Everyone was seated. Shi Jin was smiling, holding a bowl of carefully prepared soup in both hands and carefully placing it in front of Fan Hua.

The voice was gentle, with a hint of expectation: "Ayu, this is the soup I made for you, drink it while it's hot.

Ran Ke saw through everything from the side, a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and teased: "Madam is really thoughtful. She only makes soup for the Pavilion Master every day. We are really envious."

Fan Hua maintained his usual calm expression with a faint smile on his lips, but his heart was in turmoil.

This soup is exclusive to me, no one else has it. It shows that my wife holds me in her heart.

But this sweetness has also become a burden.

He was already in good health and didn't need such a big boost. But with Shi Jin's careful "feeding" every day, the situation got more and more out of control.

Every late at night, it feels like there is an evil fire burning in my body, it is so hot and unbearable that I can't fall asleep.

Sometimes, nosebleeds would occur without any warning, which was extremely painful.

In the middle of the night, he would either practice swordplay in the snowy yard, or sit in the cold wind, or take a cold shower, trying to dispel the heat in his body with sweat or the cold.

After all, the soup was carefully prepared by Shi Jin. He didn't want to spoil the fun, nor did he have the heart to refuse, so he raised his head and drank the soup in one gulp.

Then, he looked at Shi Jin tenderly and said softly, "Mianmian, you've worked hard to make soup every day. You don't have to make soup for me tomorrow. My body really doesn't need a lot of tonic."

When Shi Jin heard this, he thought that the medicine powder given by Ran Ke had just run out, so he nodded slightly and agreed readily: "Okay."

After a while, everyone started to eat and drink, there was constant laughter and the atmosphere was joyful and relaxed.

The couples who were in a relationship were all very loving and served food to each other.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly changed, as if pink bubbles were popping up, and it became a dog-abuse scene.

Shi Sheng picked up a piece of meat and handed it to Luo Yi's bowl, his eyes full of tenderness: "Eat more, this tastes especially good."

Luo Yi looked at the meat in the bowl, then looked at Shi Sheng, and said coquettishly, "You always ask me to eat more, and I have gained weight."

"Not fat at all." Shi Sheng imitated her and responded in a low voice.

Seeing that Zhilu liked roast chicken, Du Xuan picked up a few more pieces and put them in her bowl.

She ate whatever Du Xuan gave her, with a happy smile on her face.

Shi Xiaomian and Yunchuan just kept silent and ate seriously.

Ran Ke felt something was wrong with her. She looked at Shi Xiaomian and Yun Chuan, with a cunning look in her eyes.

In order to fit in, and also because of his own strange competitive spirit, he Huo Huo, the two people beside him.

He smiled and said, "Chuan, do you want to eat that piece of chicken? I'll pick it up for you."

After saying that, he immediately picked up his chopsticks and wanted to pick up a piece of chicken for him, but Yunchuan took the lead and directly snatched the piece of chicken that he liked and put it in his bowl.

Mian Wuqian said, "I think you want to eat more."

Ran Ke felt that it didn’t matter who pinched it, as long as it was pinched.

He turned his gaze and looked at Shi Xiaomian and said, "Miss Shi, these shrimps are delicious. You can try them."

When facing Shi Xiaomian, he knew his limits and did not pick up food for the girl.

Shi Xiaomian said politely and distantly: "I don't eat shrimp, thank you for your kindness."

King Shengqing looked at the happy children and a trace of kindness appeared on his face.

Fan Hua was peeling shrimp for Shi Jin when, without warning, a warm current rushed into his nose.

He only felt a heat in his nasal cavity, and then blood slowly flowed out of his nostrils.

"Ayu, what's wrong with you!" Shi Jin exclaimed, his face full of panic. He hurriedly stood up, picked up the handkerchief, and wiped him in a panic.

Everyone was startled by this sudden situation. The originally bustling dining room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Fan Hua.

Fan Hua was a little embarrassed and waved his hands gently, trying to comfort everyone: "It's okay, I've just been a little irritated lately."

But the constant nosebleed made his explanation seem pale and powerless.

In addition to worry, there was also a hint of guilt on Shi Jin's face.

She was afraid that the medicine she gave him might harm his body.

Shi Jin glanced at Ran Ke and said quickly, "Ran Ke, please show him a look."

Seeing this, Xu Ruogu was about to go up to check the pulse, but when he heard Shi Jin calling Ran Ke, he sat still.

Fan Hua said softly: "Mianmian, don't panic, it's really okay, maybe this soup is too nutritious."

Ran Ke knew what was going on. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. He held back and said, "It's true that this soup is too nutritious. Why don't you go out for a walk to cool down your internal heat."

Shi Jin nodded slightly, helped Fan Hua up, and went out for some fresh air.