Return of the Wasted Wife of Time Traveling

"It's gone!" Wen Jinyu sighed, then put down the remaining melon seeds in his hand, and said jokingly: "Princess Rongyuan has a deep affection for you, but you are so fierce to her, making people cry."

Wen Jinyu felt that her remarks were quite green.

Lin Jinghuan listened, but didn't take it seriously, and still looked indifferent, "There are many people who like me, so it's possible that if they like me, I won't have anything wrong with them?"

With Lin Jinghuan's ruthless appearance, I don't know if it means he is straight, or he is ruthless.

Wen Jinyu was also speechless after hearing the other party's straight man's remarks.

"How did you fall?" Lin Jinghuan walked towards Wen Jinyu and asked.

Wen Jinyu replied: "It's nothing, but the buttocks and head still hurt a little." Princess Rongyuan looked petite and lovely, but unexpectedly she had so much strength.

"Let me see." Lin Jinghuan said, then reached out and pressed Wen Jinyu's head, checking the back of his head.

The two sat and stood, and Wen Jinyu was forced to lie on each other's stomach by his pressure.

Because of the banquet at noon, Lin Jinghuan still smelled of alcohol. Out of curiosity, Wen Jinyu took a visual inspection of the other person's waistline.

Why, why does it feel quite thin when you wear it so thick?The legendary male dog waist?

Just when Wen Jinyu was full of envy, jealousy and hatred, Lin Jinghuan untied his hair crown, carefully inspected the back of Wen Jinyu's head, found a bag, then pressed his hand lightly, and immediately pressed Wen Jinyu who was obsessed with him. Call.

Wen Jinyu pushed the opponent away reflexively, and then covered the back of his head.

His face was red, his hair was loose, his brows were frowning, and with the little red between his brows, he looked a little like an impulse to bully.

Lin Jinghuan raised his hand to touch his nose, suppressed the slightly crazy thoughts in his heart, and said, "You have a bag on your head." He was stating the facts, but Wen Jinyu felt scolded by the other party.

Wen Jinyu said: "Even if there is a bag, you can't press it, it hurts like hell!"

Hearing this, Lin Jinghuan honestly said sorry, and then said solemnly: "Take off your pants, let me see your ass."

Wen Jinyu was stunned for a moment. Although he understood that the other party wanted to check on his injury, what he said was too sexual.

"Pants don't come off casually."

"I just wanted to see how you fell." After Lin Jinghuan explained, seeing that the other party was still reluctant, he said, "Generally check."

"I can check myself in the mirror." It's awkward, but it's better than asking the other person to check.

Seeing that Wen Jinyu insisted on this, Lin Jinghuan followed him, and then sat down next to Wen Jinyu, "something may happen in the past few days, and it will definitely affect you. No matter who you meet or what happens, don't be afraid. I Will keep you safe."

Wen Jinyu nodded, and touched the bag under her hair.

Seeing this, Lin Jinghuan stood up and said, "I'll go to Uncle Gao to get some medicine."

Lin Jinghuan came out of the house and saw Uncle Gao walking over with a casserole.

Uncle Gao didn't know that Wen Jinyu was a fake pregnancy. In his opinion, after such a fall at this time, Wen Jinyu was bound to have a miscarriage, so he specially made chicken soup for Wen Jinyu to replenish his body.

Uncle Gao asked Lin Jinghuan worriedly, "Master, how is Young Master Wen? Let him drink this chicken soup to nourish his body."

Seeing this, Lin Jinghuan was also a little embarrassed, feeling ashamed of his kindness towards the old man.But now the matter is not over yet, and he can't tell the truth to the other party.

So I could only endure the guilt in my heart, took the chicken soup, asked where the Dieda wine was, and brought the soup into the house.

After handing over the chicken soup to Wen Jinyu, Lin Jinghuan went to get the medicinal wine.

Wen Jinyu looked at the chicken soup in front of him, and felt that it would be wrong to drink it, and it would be wrong if he didn't drink it. Anyway, he felt sorry for Uncle Gao.

After Lin Jinghuan came back with the medicinal wine, he saw Wen Jinyu frowning at the chicken soup, "Drink it. Otherwise, Uncle Gao will be even more worried."

In the evening, after Wen Jinyu took a bath, she poured medicinal wine on her bruised buttocks in front of the mirror, and then quickly crawled into Lin Jinghuan's bed.

Lin Jinghuan was outside, discussing something with someone, but Wen Jinyu had a vague feeling that the mountain and the rain were about to come.

The charcoal fire in the room was burning, and the room was extremely warm. Wen Jinyu lay on the comfortable quilt, and felt sleepy after a while.

In a daze, he felt that someone had lifted the quilt, and then stuffed a warm hot water bottle to his feet.

Opening his eyes, he saw Wen Jinyu standing beside the bed wearing a cloak, apparently ready to go out.

Seeing Wen Jinyu wake up, Lin Jinghuan said softly, "I'm going out to deal with some things. You go to bed first."

Wen Jinyu glanced out of the dark window.

It turns out that the Prime Minister, who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people, is also a social animal who has to work late at night.

After Lin Jinghuan left, Wen Jinyu quickly fell asleep again, and when he woke up, he found that Lin Jinghuan hadn't come back yet.

The cold wind whistled outside the window, and hearing the sound, I felt that it was extraordinarily cold outside.

I hope that the place where Lin Jinghuan works is not outdoors.

When I woke up this time, for some reason, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep again.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of horseshoes came from outside, and Wen Jinyu guessed that it was Lin Jinghuan who had returned.

Sure enough, Lin Jinghuan entered the room after a while, tiptoeing for fear of waking Wen Jinyu.He didn't undress and go to bed immediately, but stood by the brazier, added some charcoal fire, warmed himself, and then undressed and went to bed.

Soon, Lin Jinghuan, who was tired all day, fell asleep.

Wen Jinyu opened his eyes and looked at the other party's dark eyes, a little confused about the other party.

Obviously he can be a rich young master, but he still has to work hard.In this comparison, it seems that he was useless in the past.

The end of the year is approaching, and the weather is getting colder. When you get up early and go out, you will face the cold wind.

Lin Jinghuan got up early as usual and went to court. He was still yawning when he went out, and the bruises in his eyes hadn't disappeared, obviously he didn't have a good rest.

In order to cooperate with Lin Jinghuan's plan, Wen Jinyu rested in bed at home.

After serving Wen Jinyu for breakfast, Uncle Gao went out to buy vegetables. He was going to buy some pork bones and make soup for Wen Jinyu to replenish his body.

After Uncle Gao left, Wen Jinyu didn't want to lie on the bed and continue acting. After getting up from the bed, she found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote on Lin Jinghuan's desk.

The day passed without incident.

Lin Jinghuan didn't come back at noon, and he didn't get home until it was dark at night.

At this time, Wen Jinyu had already had dinner and took a shower, sitting cross-legged on a chair, sitting there a little lazily and continuing to write.

When Lin Jinghuan entered the door and saw the situation, he stepped forward to take a look, and asked curiously, "What are you writing?"

"Liaozhai." Wen Jinyu replied.

"What is Liaozhai?"

Wen Jinyu didn't explain, but directly sorted out the order of the content she had written, and handed it to Lin Jinghuan, "You can see for yourself."

After Lin Jinghuan looked at it for a while, he said, "Your story is interesting. But the word is really ugly."

Wen Jinyu frowned instantly, "I let you read the story, but I didn't let you read the words."

Seeing his embarrassed look, Lin Jinghuan also smiled, "The story is very good."

"That's necessary. At least it's a famous book." Wen Jinyu looked proud.

"You wrote it?"

"I plagiarized." Wen Jinyu didn't want to put a high hat on himself, and decisively told the truth.

Lin Jinghuan was stunned for a moment, "Who copied it?"

"Pu Songling." Wen Jinyu saw that the other party looked like he was going to get to the bottom of it, so he hurriedly explained, "I wrote down the stories he told me when I was young."

Lin Jinghuan nodded, and glanced at the manuscript paper in his hand, "The story is interesting. But what are you writing this for?"

Wen Jinyu looked mysterious, "Of course it's useful." After he finished speaking, he stood up, stretched, and then asked Lin Jinghuan, "Have you eaten yet?"

Lin Jinghuan replied: "I ate at the Ministry of Rites." He was working in the Ministry of Rites, so he ate briefly there by the way.

Wen Jinyu nodded, still raised his finger to the small stove next to the stove, and said, "Uncle Gao made me a bowl of soup, I left you a bowl, it should still be hot." After he finished speaking, he ignored Lin Jinghuan and picked up the used brush , lowered his head to wash his pen.

The bone soup next to the stove was indeed still hot, Lin Jinghuan didn't refuse, and drank the soup while sitting by the stove.

After washing off the ink from the brush, Wen Jinyu looked at the blackened water in front of him and complained, "This brush is troublesome to write, and washing the brush wastes water." When he spoke, he made no secret of his dislike for the brush.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jinghuan lowered his head and sipped the soup and said, "Of course it's not as convenient as your pencil."

Afterwards, after Lin Jinghuan finished drinking the soup in the bowl, he put down the soup bowl, got up and took a wooden box from the bookshelf beside him, opened it and handed it to Wen Jinyu.

"What is this?" Wen Jinyu looked forward to it, but when he opened it, it was a box of pencils.

He felt that he was happy for nothing, and thought that the other party was going to give him some expensive gift!The result was a box of pencils that was commonplace to him.

This is like a big gift package given to him by a relative during the Chinese New Year. He opened it and found that there were three years of simulated five-year college entrance examinations in it.

Lin Jinghuan said: "This is made according to the method you gave, and some improvements have been made. This is the finished product sent by the Ministry of Industry, and it should be enough for you."

Wen Jinyu comforted himself, in fact, this gift is not bad, at least starting from tomorrow, he doesn't have to force himself to write calligraphy.Lin Jinghuan's few Langhao pens can also live for a few more years.

Putting away the pencils in the wooden box, Wen Jinyu asked Lin Jinghuan curiously, "Are you asking the Ministry of Industry to make pencils to promote pencils and replace writing brushes with pencils?" Wouldn't he be remembered by future generations? Little inventor?

Thinking about it, is it a little embarrassing?

Just when Wen Jinyu was full of fantasies about becoming a celebrity, Lin Jinghuan shook his head and denied his idea, and then explained, "It is reserved for use by the Northern Army. The weather over there is cold, and the ink is no exception. If the frontline soldiers want to When writing something, if there is no hot water, you can only put the nib in your mouth to melt the ice, but even if it melts, it will freeze again after writing a few words."

Wen Jinyu could imagine such a scene.

I can't write a few words, but my mouth is full of ink.

Lin Jinghuan said: "I thought about using charcoal before, but charcoal is too soft and not easy to carry, and the written things are easily blurred." His eyes fell on the wooden box containing the pencils. "Pencils are completely different."

"Words written with a pencil can be erased face to face." Wen Jinyu reminded, "And over time, the handwriting will fade."

Then Wen Jinyu took out a sharpened pencil, wrote a random word on the rice paper, licked his thumb, and dawdled on the word a few times, the word just now was blurred into a black mark, no longer Unable to see what words were written just now, he picked up the paper and showed it to Lin Jinghuan, "Look, it's like this. If you use it in military affairs, you should pay attention to whether the words you send have such small black spots. If so, it may have been modified."

Seeing this, Lin Jinghuan frowned slightly, and asked again: "Did you just say that flour can be wiped off?"

Wen Jinyu nodded and told Lin Jinghuan to wait a while before going to the kitchen to get some noodles.