After the salted fish is married

5. Loving husband and wife

This unfolding... was unexpected by Ji Song.Ji Song met Yan Xining a few days ago, but as soon as he met, he wanted to check his injuries.This violated his taboo, Ji Song had someone throw him to Wenzhang Garden without saying a word to him.

The last time we met, Yan Xining made him feel like a poor guy holding on to his pride, as long as he was a little tougher on him, he would be defeated immediately.But this time it felt different, Yan Xining's calmness and cheekiness made him admire.

Except for the father and the queen mother, no one dared to call him by his first name.Yan Xining not only yelled, but also yelled nondescriptly.

Ji Song's eyes shot at Yan Xining like lightning, but Yan Xining didn't take his warning to heart at all, not only that, he graciously carried the food box and sat on the chair beside him.

It's not that he is courageous, but that he is so embarrassed that he can only use food to distract himself from his tension.

It is true that he is a time-traveling person, but before time-traveling, he was just an ordinary wage earner, and the knowledge he had learned could not be used much in this era.He would not be so proud as to despise the aboriginal people, let alone this aborigine is a prince who can control his life and death.

He only saw Ji Song's face in the original owner's memory, but at that time the light was dim, and the original owner only saw the outline.Yan Xining only remembered that Ji Song had a pair of beautiful Ruifeng eyes, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the original owner didn't even have the courage to look at him.

The lid of the food box was opened, and the hot sweet smell permeated.Yan Xining took the Dahai bowl out of the food box, put a spoon in the bowl, and handed the bowl to Ji Song: "Here."

It would be crazy if Ji Song could take his bowl, and Yan Xining didn't expect him to cooperate with her.He just raised his head by handing over the bowl, and then he met Ji Song's eyes.

This time he finally saw Ji Song's face clearly, in fact Ji Song looks pretty good.Few of the royal heirs were ugly, and as the emperor's beloved child, Ji Song was naturally not bad in appearance.

Ji Song's complexion was sallow, he leaned sickly on the wheelchair, his neck seemed to be unable to bear the weight of his head, and slightly tilted to one side.His eyes were full of indifference and alienation, as if Yan Xining was not a living person, but a dead thing.

Yan Xining shook her hands, and the spoon and bowl made a slight collision sound.It wasn't that he was afraid of Ji Song, but that Ji Song reminded him of his father.

Before the second year of high school, he had a warm home.His father is tall and handsome, a backbone technician in the factory, and his mother is gentle and virtuous. Although the family is not very rich, he has what other people have.

Until the second semester of the second year of high school, his father was not feeling well, so he went to the hospital for an examination, and the diagnosis was advanced esophageal cancer.

In order to save my father's life, my mother sold her property.In the end, the whole family could only live in the old house. Even so, my father was getting weaker day by day.

Dad got into a wheelchair when he was too weak to walk.Because of his weakness, he could only rest his head on the back of the chair. When the pain came, he would curl up and grit his teeth to prevent himself from wailing.

Whenever he and his mother look at him, no matter what state he is in, he will adjust his state.His eyes are gentle and guilty. No matter what his mother and himself are doing, they always follow such a pair of reluctant eyes.

The image of father overlapped with that of Ji Song, Yan Xining's heart was soft and sour.He couldn't help slowing down his voice: "Let me feed you."

Ji Song looked malnourished, he didn't eat well.Red bean paste nourishes the stomach and nourishes people, even sick people can eat a few mouthfuls.It is not the first time for Yan Xining to take care of patients, he has experience.

Ji Song's eyes shot at Yan Xining like lightning, even he couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Yan Xining was selling in his gourd.

Yan Xining stood up, and he dragged the chair under him to move towards Ji Song.There were several intermittent and harsh sounds between the chair and the ground. He adjusted the distance and sat back on the chair again.

This time he scooped up a spoonful of red bean paste and handed it to Ji Song's lips: "It shouldn't be hot anymore, drink it slowly."

Naturally, Ji Song was not afraid of Yan Xining being poisoned, even if Yan Xining was given ten guts, he would not dare to murder himself under the eyes of everyone in the palace.He glanced at Yan Xining coldly, then opened his mouth.

The warm red bean paste has a delicate and dense taste, and the tangerine peel tastes gentle and long, filling the whole mouth with sweetness for a while.Even though Ji Song doesn't like sweets very much, he has to admit that this dessert is quite delicious.

Seeing Ji Song swallow the bean paste, Yan Xining smiled slightly, but the pain in his heart was almost overflowing.If his father could cooperate like Ji Song back then, wouldn't he be able to accompany him for a longer period of time?

After getting esophageal cancer, it was very painful. As the disease progressed, my father couldn't swallow.He obviously knows how to eat so much that he couldn't see the bowl in the end.His eyes would turn red when he heard the sound of others eating.

Dad died of starvation and pain, and when he finally left, there was only a skeleton left.Such a tall person is so light that he can easily hug him.

When he left, he held his hand and kept saying sorry...

I'm sorry, he left before the child grew up, and everything in the family depends on the child; I'm sorry, as an elder, I can't leave anything behind, only leaving pain to the child; I'm sorry, there are no worries for other children. When he was carefree and acting like a baby, he couldn't do anything for the child.

He understands what his father didn't finish, he understands his reluctance and helplessness.

He regretted that he had no money and was powerless when his parents needed help.He understands the importance of health very well, but he still overdraws his health for money.

If you want to say sorry, he is sorry for his parents, he failed to take care of them, and he also failed to take care of himself.

Fortunately, God took pity on him and gave him a chance to lie flat and make salted fish, which he cherished very much.

Yan Xining's eyes were red, he turned his head to suppress his untimely emotions, and then pretended to be relaxed and said to Ji Song: "Tell me, how can I cooperate with you?"

Ji Song calmly took all of Yan Xining's reactions into his eyes, and after hearing Yan Xining's words, he said: "From today onwards, in front of outsiders, you need to act as a qualified Concubine Rong."

Yan Xining was stunned for a while before realizing that after the third prince Ji Song was injured, he was made King Rong by the emperor.This is the qualified Concubine Rong...how to do it?How can he, a modern person, be as comprehensive as the ladies in ancient times?

Ji Song seemed to see his difficulty: "Just pretend that we are very affectionate to the outside world."

Yan Xining understood that the reason behind Ji Song's injury must not be simple, maybe there are still countless pairs of eyes staring at him now.It is better to be an idle prince than to continue to be a target.

Yan Xining nodded: "Yes, good." After a pause, he asked: "Someone from the palace will come later, what if they ask me something and I can't answer it?"

Ji Song was very satisfied with Yan Xining's reaction: "If you can't answer it, you can't answer it. I really have nothing to say as long as I can laugh."

laugh?This Yan Xining will!He used to receive customers as a company representative, and laughed from eight o'clock in the morning to one o'clock in the evening, and his face froze at the end of the laugh.The customer said that his smile left a deep impression on him, and he signed the order after returning.

Yan Xining gave a thumbs up: "This is no problem!"

As he spoke, he showed a bright smile, the kind that showed eight small white teeth.Ji Song glanced at him indifferently: "That smile is too ugly."

Yan Xining thought for a while, it seems that the ancients liked subtle beauty, modern unrestrained smiling faces are not dignified enough for them?So he adjusted his expression, this time he chose to smile without showing his teeth.

Ji Song glanced at it: "It's too exaggerated."

Yan Xining came to a conclusion: Ji Song is more difficult than the clients he received before.

But there's no other way, who made him hold Ji Song's job now?

Yan Xining was practicing smiling, when she saw Ji Song frowning slightly and staring at him, Yan Xining was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Ji Song glanced over the red bean paste: "Continue." He hasn't finished eating yet.

Yan Xining could only pick up the bowl without complaint and continue to feed the Buddha.Just as he was getting absorbed in feeding, laughter came from outside the door.A high-pitched voice came into my ears: "Nurse Yi, it seems that our prince and princess don't need to worry about our master."

Yan Xining turned her head and saw a man and a woman standing at the door.

The man was about sixty years old, and he was wearing a gray-blue round-neck robe.He is fair-skinned and has no beard. His eyebrows are extremely long at the back, hanging curvedly beside his eyes.

The woman looked younger. She wore a crimson dress with her hair in a bun, and a golden hairpin on her head.

The two were all smiles, and when they looked at Yan Xining, their faces were full of love.Yan Xining inexplicably got goosebumps all over his body, he hurriedly put the bowl in his hand on the chair and stood up.

Just when he didn't know how to say hello, someone touched the back of his hand lightly, and when he looked down, Ji Song said calmly, "These two are Eunuch Yang and Nanny Yi."

The two crossed the threshold and bowed in the direction of Yan Xining and Ji Song: "I have met the prince and the concubine."

Yan Xining quickly stepped forward to help the two of them up: "Eunuch Yang and Nanny Yi don't need to be polite."

Those who can survive in the palace are human beings, let alone those who can climb to high positions.Eunuch Yang and Nanny Yi have seen all kinds of people, and they can get a general idea of ​​who is facing them with a glance.

The young man in front of him had clear eyes and a bright spirit, which was different from the rumors.

Ji Song called out to the two old people weakly: "Eunuch Yang, Mother Yi, please move to the main hall, my wife and I will come later."

Eunuch Yang smiled: "This is the palace of the prince. Our family has stayed here before. If the prince does not dislike it, our mother and I would like to ask for a cup of tea."

Steward Leng stepped forward to guide the two old men: "The prince has prepared tea in the main hall, please follow the villain."

Seeing the two figures disappear, Yan Xining breathed a sigh of relief.He adjusted his expression: "I think I can laugh quite well, why do I feel... I can't laugh at them?"

Ji Song lowered his eyes and said, "When you first entered the door, that smile was very good."

As soon as the words fell, the wheelchair rolled away.Yan Xining stood there with a dazed expression, the first time she entered the door and smiled?Who is laughing?Did he laugh?

6. Boudoir Pleasures

He had just walked all the way from Wenzhang Garden, and he had already seen the size of the palace.Now pushing Ji Song all the way, he experienced the luxury of Prince Rong's mansion again.

Taking the distance between the main hall and the side hall as an example, he thought that the two places were not far apart.I didn't expect to walk through a long corridor when I was walking formally.

On both sides of the corridor, there are rockery, strange stones, small bridges and flowing water. It is a superb view at a glance.Yan Xining can only sigh while walking: Poverty limits his imagination!He really can't imagine the happiness of rich people.

The steps in the corridor were knocked out and replaced with slopes that wheelchairs can easily pass.Ji Song relaxed and leaned on the wheelchair, the wheels rolled across the corridor and made a dull creaking sound.

Suddenly the wheelchair stopped, Ji Song frowned slightly, he turned his head and saw Yan Xining staring out of the corridor without blinking.The drips of rainwater under the eaves of the corridor formed a thread, and a tall loquat tree stood quietly in the misty rain.

At this time, it is the season of loquat blooming, and there is a bunch of small yellow and white flowers growing on each branch.At a glance, the yellow-white flowers form a layer of yellow-white smoke and cloud over the dark green loquat leaves.

Yan Xining said with emotion: "What a big loquat tree!"

Seeing that Yan Xining and Ji Song were cooperating tacitly, Steward Leng was very happy, so he worked tirelessly as the commentator: "Princess has good eyesight. This is the loquat that the current emperor personally planted when he was in Qianlong."

Yan Xining nodded, it turned out that the tree was planted by the emperor himself, with an unusual status.But he was concerned about another question: "Is it sweet?"

As soon as the words fell, not only Leng Butler, but even Ji Song were stunned.

Yan Xining added: "Is the loquat fruit sweet?"

There is also a loquat tree in his hometown, which was planted by his mother, and it is a very good variety.When I was young, when the loquat fruits turned yellow in May and June, my father would climb up the ladder and pick off a bunch of fruits, and my mother would choose the most beautiful fruits for him to eat after school.

Later, when he went to college, he had less time to go back to his hometown.Every time I go home, the loquat is either blooming or the fruit has been picked.After work, the loquat tree at home has withered.

In fact, he really likes to eat loquats. Although the loquats sold in the supermarket are big, they don't taste like the loquats at home.If the loquat is sweet, he will take the upper branches and graft it when he has the opportunity.

Ji Song glanced at him, and a word floated out from his thin lips: "Sour."

Butler Leng looked at his master in surprise, he didn't understand why the master lied.This loquat is the famous white jade loquat, which is notoriously sweet. Every year when the loquat bears fruit, only noble ministers can get a few pieces of loquat fruit.

It seems that the master really doesn't want to see the princess...

Thinking of this, Steward Leng looked at Wang Hao sympathetically. In fact, Wang Hao is not that annoying, is she?

Yan Xining didn't take it seriously: "Okay~" It turns out that the loquats grown by the emperor are also sour, so forget it.

As the wheelchair continued to grunt and began to roll, Ji Song began to speak: "Eunuch Yang is one of his own."

Yan Xining was stunned for a moment before realizing that Ji Song was talking to him, and he responded, "Well, what about Nanny Yi?"

Ji Song said: "Nurse Yi belongs to the Empress Dowager."

Yan Xining probably understood that Eunuch Yang and Nanny Yi belonged to two camps.The most is the ruthless emperor's family, look, mother and son like different people.

When the two came to the main hall, Eunuch Yang and Nanny Yi had already drank a cup of tea, and the two were happily talking.Although these two are servants in the palace, one of them serves the emperor and the other serves the empress dowager, so their identities are naturally different from ordinary palace servants.

Yan Xining is well aware of this truth, he will not offend any of them.He was ready to smile until his face cramped, and he only hoped that these two would ask him fewer questions.

However, things backfired, and he didn't know what happened, so he sat between Eunuch Yang and Nanny Yi.

Eunuch Yang on the left smiled happily: "The princess and the prince have a strong relationship, and your majesty is very pleased. Before our family came to the palace, your majesty said that the prince and concubine can avoid all red tape, and take care of their health first, and then go to the palace to pay their respects."

Before Eunuch Yang came here, he had heard about Yan Xining's unreliable behavior. He heard that the Minister of the Household Department, Yan Boyong, had married his illegitimate son into the palace with an illegitimate son. He was so angry that he greeted the eighteenth generation of the Shangshu's ancestors.

Before meeting Yan Xining, Eunuch Yang didn't have a good opinion of him.But just now when he saw Yan Xining feeding King Rong to eat in the side hall, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared.

King Rong is a proud man, he knows it all too well.If he didn't like Yan Xining, why would he let him feed him?

Looking at Yan Xining again, this child has clear eyes and is kind, one can tell that he has a good character at a glance.Just now the housekeeper of the palace said that the dim sum used by King Rong was made by the concubine herself.

Look at this child, he can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen, isn't this much better than the eldest son of Yan Boyong's family? !With such a person by his side, His Majesty is relieved.

Yan Xining was very grateful: "Thank you, Eunuch Yang."

Not long after Yan Xining sat down, Nanny Yi had gentle eyes: "The princess's collar is a little crooked, let this servant straighten it out for you."

Nanny Yi is an old man in the palace, and she has formed a habit of serving the Queen Mother. When she sees that the Queen Mother's clothes are not fitting properly, she will stretch out her hand to straighten them out.Yan Xining had only one white pottery beside her, so the details couldn't be perfected naturally.

If she rejects Nanny Yi at this time, maybe she will say something about herself in front of the Queen Mother.Yan Xining said politely, "Thank you, Sister."

Nanny Yi was meticulous in her work, after she tidied up, not even a single wrinkle could be seen on Yan Xining's skirt.When Yan Xining felt that Nanny Yi had done about the same, Nanny's hand touched the scarf around his neck.

Yan Xining's heart skipped a beat, she just hoped that Nanny Yi wouldn't find the scar under the scarf.But the more you are afraid of something, the easier it is for something to happen.

Nanny Yi shook her hand, the veil was torn away, and a bluish-black scar was clearly visible on the snow-white neck.Nanny Yi was taken aback: "Princess, what's wrong with this?!"

Yan Xining touched her neck subconsciously. The skin on this body is white, and every trace of it can be clearly seen.He obviously covered his neck tightly before going out, but he was still discovered unexpectedly.

Hearing this, Ji Song looked at Yan Xining's neck, where the bluish-purple marks were clearly visible.His eyes deepened, and then he lowered his eyes, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

The Lenggong is guarded every day, and Ji Song has long been prepared for Yan Xining to seek death, but he has not received any strange news from him these days, so he thought that Yan Xining would not seek death.From this point of view, I am afraid that Yan Xining has already tried to seek death, but he gave up for some reason, and his people have not received any news.

Ji Song tapped his fingers leisurely.

But the most important thing now is not to pursue these, but how to explain the blue marks on Yan Xining's neck.

Nanny Yi's eyes are so venomous, every year in the palace there are people who can't figure out how to hang themselves, and she can see what's going on with this bruise at a glance.

She was heartbroken: "Who is so bold to hurt the princess!"

Yan Xining smiled embarrassingly, and tugged at his collar: "Mother, you misunderstood."

Eunuch Yang's expression was also wrong: "Yo, this, this...how did you get hurt like this!"

Yan Xining looked at the sky helplessly, oh shit, it's over.

How should he explain that the newlywed princess had strangle marks on her neck?If he can't find a reasonable explanation, Ji Song's plan will be ruined, and his dream of lying down will be ruined.

The rain outside the house is getting heavier and heavier, and the atmosphere is getting more and more dignified.Yan Xining had already foreseen the scene where his small courtyard would come to naught and he would be hanged on the torture rack to die.

Yan Xining wanted to struggle to the death: "Mother Yi, Eunuch Yang, it's not what you think... Please, don't ask."

What else? !A bright light flashed in Yi Nanny's eyes, and she meant something: "If the princess has any grievances in her heart, just tell the slaves that slaves can't be masters, and there is the Queen Mother."

At this time, Ji Song's voice sounded: "The wound on Wangfei's neck was left by me accidentally."

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at Ji Song, especially Yan Xining, who had a complex expression and hesitated to speak.It's not what he wants to say, just like him now, can he leave a strangle mark on his neck? !

Ji Song coughed lightly, his eyes turned to one side, and his voice weakened: "It's... It's because I didn't pay attention to proportion when playing with Ah Ning."

Nanny Yi didn't understand Ji Song's meaning: "What kind of play can cause such a serious injury!"

Ji Song's face was hesitant, as if there was something hard to say, he glanced at Yan Xining, something flashed in his deep eyes, "This is what I left when I was alone with Ah Ning, and it's also because I didn't pay attention to proportion."

"Since Nanny Yi cares about my wife so much, I have no choice but to say it straight." Ji Song sighed, holding up tea to hide his expression, "It's the joy of the boudoir."

Crowd: ...

The entire main hall was quiet, and after a while, Eunuch Yang came out to smooth things over: "Young people nowadays have so many tricks, hahahahaha~"

Nanny Yi also smiled awkwardly: "So that's how it is."

Ji Song said in a serious tone, "A-Ning is very cooperative with me, so it's hard for him."

Yan Xining: ...

Perhaps it was the right choice for him to hang himself now.

The author has something to say:

Yan Xining: I want to raise a dog in the future.

Old cat: Huh?

Yan Xining: The name is Xiaosong.

Old Cat: Satisfied you.