Jiayu Village of Red Mansions

Quickly took out a white porcelain bottle from the small box next to Yucun's pillow, took out a pill and stuffed it into Yucun's mouth, hugged Yucun, caressed his back constantly, and murmured in horror: "Yucun! Don't scare me! I was wrong, I shouldn't be mad at you."

Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, or it was because Yucun suppressed it himself. The cough gradually subsided. Yucun turned his eyes away from Shui Zhan and sulked.

Not knowing what it was like, Shui Zhan put the jade pendant back into Yucun's hand, forced a smile and said, "I see that the net is simple in style, and the knots are uneven, but it's Yucun's handiwork?"

When Yucun heard this, a blush appeared on his face, adding a touch of charm to his pale skin due to illness, and he nodded slightly.

"Then when Yucun recovers from his illness, we can get another one, okay?"

Yucun and Shui Zhan were angry because they couldn't figure it out for a while, but now their minds were lost, and they naturally knew why Shui Zhan made a sarcasm just now, not to mention that his time is running out, is it all going to be wasted on anger?

Thinking of it this way, most of the depression in my heart disappeared, and I said to Shui Zhan:

"You ordered someone to fetch the line, why don't you call now!"

Su Peisheng has been with Shui Zhan for so many years, so naturally his efficiency is extremely fast. In less than a stick of incense, all kinds of threads were sent to Qianqing Palace.

Jia Yucun's hands were already weak, and the hands holding the thread were trembling, but they were very serious.The style is exactly the same as the old net, but the structure is loose due to the lack of strength. The simplest net is played from dusk to sunset.

After laying the nets, Yucun was already drenched in sweat. He hung the jade pendant on Shui Zhan's belt with his own hands, and said:

"Weak hands, not good-looking."

"The netting made by Yucun himself, whether it looks good or not is just secondary." Shui Zhan held Yucun in his arms, let him lean on his chest, rested his chin on top of Yucun's head, and stroked it from time to time.

Yucun laughed secretly when he heard the words, knowing that such words were already sweet words for Shui Zhan, if he said, "Yucun's network is naturally the best looking."

When it was time to light the lanterns, the maid in charge brought two plates of small and delicate dumplings.Shui Zhan took the jade chopsticks and asked Yucun: "You like the stuffed cucumber and eggs. I specially ordered the imperial dining room to season only with salt and not put any other messy things. There are copper coins, red dates, corn, and peanuts in it. You come here." Pick one, if you eat copper coins, the country will be rich and the people will be prosperous in the coming year; if you eat red dates late, the people will be healthy; if you eat corn, you will have a good harvest; if you eat peanuts, how about Yucun giving birth to a prince for me in the coming year?"

Listening to Shui Zhan's words, Yucun smiled at the corner of his mouth at first, but later, he wanted to kick him twice, so he had better not say such embarrassing words.

"What are you talking about, I am a man, how can I give birth to a prince for you?"

After hearing this, Shui Zhan just chuckled, picked out a dumpling that looked plump, and handed it to Yucun's mouth, saying, "It must be peanuts."

Yucun glanced at Shui Zhan, but obediently took a bite of the dumpling, holding the golden copper coin between his lips, Yucun spat out the copper coin on the wet towel handed over by Shui Zhan, and said, "It seems that you don't have to worry about the national treasury in the coming year." gone."

Shui Zhan didn't seem to give up the idea of ​​letting Yucun eat peanuts, and asked Yucun to eat more until Yucun couldn't eat any more.I ate copper coins, rotten red dates, and glutinous corn, but no peanuts.

Shui Zhan, who didn't believe in evil, opened the remaining dumplings one by one, only to see the white and fat peanuts staying in the last dumpling obediently.

Yucun suppressed a smile secretly, and said: "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work. Your Majesty, you can't let the people's sweat go to waste."

With a dark face, Shui Zhan swallowed the disembowelled dumplings one by one, and ordered the left and right to back off.

Taking off Yucun's outer shirt, Shui Zhan softly coaxed Yucun, who wanted to keep watch at night, to sleep, but Yucun grabbed Shui Zhan's sleeve and shook his head, saying, "I don't feel sleepy, how can I sleep?"

Shui Zhan frowned and said, "You are not in good health, you can't help staying up late."

"It doesn't matter all night," Yucun sat up from the bed with difficulty, leaned on Shui Zhan who was up to support him, and said, "Or you don't even want to chat with me?"

"What does Yucun want to talk about?" Shui Zhan put the clothes back on Yucun and said.

"Talk about the shore of Daming Lake that year, talk about the plum forest behind the Qi Temple, talk about the potato shreds in the small courtyard, and talk about the wind in the northwest camp that night!" Yucun said.

When Shui Zhan heard this, what Yucun said flashed through his mind, and a trace of tenderness appeared on his face unconsciously.

Before you know it, the year is coming to an end, the bells of the New Year start to ring, and the fireworks in the palace are in full bloom. Yucun suddenly feels that his body is getting stronger, so he puts on his clothes and walks to the window. A strong reluctance arises, not for power, not for money, only for Shui Zhan!

"Shui Zhan," Yucun turned from the window, looking deeply into Shui Zhan's eyes, "Shui Zhan..."

"Shut up!" Shui Zhan yelled as if he knew what Yucun was going to say, hugged Yucun tightly into his arms, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Jia Yucun belongs to me, Shui Zhan! "