Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

When An Xining and Zi Hua packed up and called people in, the maids and eunuchs who had been waiting outside the door breathed a sigh of relief, and when they came in with the toiletries, their faces were flushed, and everyone wished they could He lowered his head to the ground, and the occasional glances were strange.

What a sensitive person Zihua is, he immediately noticed something was wrong, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't understand the reason. The obscene clothes on his body were damp and stuck to his body due to last night's exercise, making him very uncomfortable.

Seeing his expression, An Xining understood what was going on, whispered into Zi Hua's ear and said, "I have someone prepare bath products for you, and I will wash them for you."

Zihua looked at him with raised eyebrows: "I can wash myself."

An Xining clung to him, bit his ear and said, "Zi Hua, you are welcome, we are married, so please don't be so alien, I am happy to serve you."

"I don't want to!" Zi Hua glared at him, why did this man become so thick-skinned after one night?

Ignoring An Xining who pretended to be pitiful, Zi Hua went straight to the cubicle by himself, and when he came back, he saw An Xining sitting on the stool in a daze, with a pile of melon seed shells scattered on the table in front of him. When he came out, his eyes lit up immediately, making Zihua inexplicably think of the little wolf who saw the bone.

"Are you okay?"

"Zi Hua, now you are my biggest concern."

Zihua looked at him thoughtfully, and then said, "Then you change my clothes for me."

"Okay!" An Xining jumped for joy, ran to the side cabinet to pick and choose, finally tossed out a set of outfits, and showed it to Zi Hua with a look of begging for praise.

Zi Hua frowned and refused to answer: "Why is it still red?"

"You don't understand now. You have to wear red for the first three days of your wedding, and you can't wear white for the next month. This is the ancestor's rule." He said and put it on Zihua.

Zihua had no choice but to put it on. Looking at the glowing red man in the mirror, he pulled his belt uncomfortably, but he didn't say anything after all.

An Xining likes Zi Hua's beaming clothes, his cold eyes dyed with red enthusiasm, and his whole body warms up. The more he looks at it, the happier he is. Then he took out the wedding dress from the sandalwood box yesterday. The red gold and white jade lotus pendant with concentricity was hung on Zihua's waist, and compared to the jade pendant of the same style on his own, he said with a smile: "This is called eternal knot."

Although Zihua was happy in his heart, he still insisted: "It's not just saying that you will be united forever."

An Xining put his arms around him, and smiled meaningfully: "Yes, the eternal knot is not said, but done."

Just as Zihua was about to nod, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Seeing An Xining's squinting look, he realized something immediately, and his face was red, white, and white. , and stomped on him hard.

An Xining hopped in pain, knowing that Zihua would not be offended, why couldn't she change the habit of teasing him, it was like shooting herself in the foot!

At this moment, Xiaoyantai came in, and he knew what was going on when he saw the appearance of his prince, and after a moment of silence for him, he said respectfully: "My lord, Zhengjun, the breakfast in the kitchen is ready, is it right?" Come up now?"

"Come on, this king is starving to death." As soon as the words finished, the two little maids who were waiting nearby were covering their mouths and laughing, An Xining stared: "What is this king saying so ridiculous?"

The two little maids were startled, and one of them immediately said cleverly: "My lord, don't get me wrong, the servants think you must have worked hard last night, and it is inevitable that you will be hungry this morning."

These words won An Xining's heart deeply. Didn't he just work hard last night?Just as he was dreaming, Zihua slapped his palm on the back, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood, no matter how strong he was, he was wounded one after another and the silver fire was extinguished.

At the dinner table, An Xining hadn't recovered from the shock just now, he drank lily and lotus seed porridge without a mouthful, and suddenly he put down his spoon and said seriously: "Zi Hua, as the saying goes, the state-owned state-law family has family rules. The huge Prince Ning’s Mansion also needs some rules.”

Before Zihua could answer, the little inkstone standing beside him immediately interjected, "My lord, we already have rules in our house, do you want my servant to bring them over for you to have a look?"

An Xining was about to want the small inkstone to be withdrawn, when Zihua said quietly: "Your prince doesn't want to set rules for you, he wants to set rules for me."

An Xining was still a little embarrassed by the quilt painting, but for the sake of his own happy life, he puffed up his chest and nodded.

Zihua put a dragon and phoenix crystal dumpling into his mouth: "Tell me, what are the rules?"

An Xining secretly rejoiced, and immediately said: "Zi Hua, you can't hit me casually in the future."

"I never hit you casually."

An Xining was speechless, and muttered for a long time: "You can hit me when you don't want to, that kid, but don't hit me when you want."

Zihua agreed without raising his head, and he didn't punish him all day, An Xining was almost moved to tears!

In the evening, An Xining stuck to Zihua and went back to his room. As soon as he reached the door, Zihua shut the door, and the suddenly enlarged door almost hit the bridge of his straight nose.

It turned out that it wasn't that they didn't report, but it was just that the time hadn't come yet, and An Xining wanted to cry immediately but had no tears.

"Zi Hua, I was wrong, you open the door."

"Where did you go wrong?"

"I'm wrong everywhere, especially I shouldn't set any family rules."

"I think that's right, the house rules are pretty good."

"Then let me in."

The people inside seemed to have gone to light the lamps, and the originally dark room instantly glowed with warm light. Zihua's slender silhouette was reflected on the door, making An Xining scratch his head.

"The reason why you are not allowed in is because I, as your righteous king, can't just spoil you. You can sleep with your second bedroom tonight, and don't slap the door so hard. It's not a big deal if the door is broken, it hurts your body." Second house is a big deal."

"Zi Hua, we are just newly married, don't let me stay alone in the empty room!"

An Xining wailed outside the door, but finally succeeded in putting the quilt painting into the house.

"Zi Hua, I knew you wouldn't treat me like this." An Xining smiled meanly, and was about to take Zi Hua to the bed.

"Wait," Zi Hua pulled out two quilts under An Xining's surprised eyes, "You sleep inside, I sleep outside."

An Xining, who still wanted to sleep under the quilt, was heartbroken, but seeing Zi Hua's determined expression, he learned to be smart and didn't object. As long as he was still in the same bed, it would be fine. Just put it in the quilt of Zihua.

After making up his mind, An Xining obediently went inside and lay down under the quilt, holding the quilt with both hands and pulling it up to his nose, only showing a pair of eyes, and shyly said: "Zi Hua, come quickly, I will Waiting for you on the bed."

"..." Zi Hua suddenly had an urge to get the evil spirits to disperse.

In the middle of the night, An Xining woke up from the twilight, and it took 12 points of strength to wriggle into the bed next to him without anyone noticing, but what greeted him was not warm jade and fragrant fragrance, but coldness and emptiness.

An Xining was immediately woken up by fright, and all sleepy bugs were driven away. After opening his eyes, he immediately opened the curtains, and saw that there was a lamp by the window sill, and Zi Hua was leaning over the desk and writing quickly.

An Xining felt at ease and at the same time felt a little strange. After getting out of bed, she put a piece of clothing on Zihua, and asked softly, "What are you writing when you stay up so late?"

Zihua was taken aback, and only when he turned his head to see that it was An Xining did he feel relieved, put down his pen, picked up the long piece of white paper he had just written, blew on it, handed it to An Xining, raised his eyebrows and said: " This is the house rule I set for you."

He thought he had taken revenge, but they were waiting for him here, An Xining took it with embarrassment, and looked at it one by one.

They all say that his handwriting is like a person, Zihua is calm and reserved, his handwriting is also tall and aloof, very pleasing to the eye, the uniform lower case is densely packed, although it does not look long, in fact there are nearly fifty rules listed.

An Xining was speechless, and asked with twitching corners of his mouth, "You stayed up so late just to write this?"

Zi Hua defaulted, and after tidying up the paper and pens on the table, he said, "These are the family rules I wrote to you, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can raise it now."

An Xining wiped off his cold sweat and began to look down: "One is honest and trustworthy, and no deceit is allowed; two, things in the family must be negotiated with each other, and private opinions are not allowed; three, stay away from Li Simi, and don't be fascinated by beauty; four..."

Zi Hua listened to him, occasionally interjecting to explain something, and suddenly he heard An Xining raise his voice: "46, no more than three times a month to perform the London ceremony?! What does this mean?"

Zi Hua bowed his head uncomfortably, clenched his fist with his left hand and gave a fake cough: "Although you and I are young and energetic, we can't do things arbitrarily, and such things are tiring and tiring, too much is always bad."

"But what's the matter with not allowing more than one injection of incense each time?"

Zi Hua's eyes drifted away: "That's it, I think it's been a long time, I wanted to inject some incense..."

His voice gradually lowered under An Xining's murderous gaze, but in the end his heart broke, and he said arrogantly: "Speak, what do you think?"

For lifelong happiness, of course An Xining has to fight hard: "If we don't work hard, how can we give birth to Rui'er!"

"The so-called Rui'er may be that you mistook the dream for reality, and there is no rebirth at all."

"We can't give up the possibility of one in ten thousand!"

Zihua was defeated by him, and asked tentatively, "Four times a month? No more."

"Is there a difference?"

"Yes! One more time." Zihua nodded bitterly in order to affirm himself.

An Xining is about to collapse, this kind of tragic truth of being told to be a vegetarian after eating meat, is it really a person? !So he said angrily: "Zi Hua, this kind of thing is too much, it's not good to hold it in for a long time."

Zihua tilted his head to look at him, as if he was considering the credibility of his words, but in the end he didn't make a statement, An Xining raised his hands in surrender: "Why don't we discuss it later, let's rest first, we have to enter the palace tomorrow morning .”

Zi Hua acquiesced, followed him to bed, and had nothing to say all night.