Introduction:The male protagonist has memories of his past life.,The female protagonist was sent to marry the male protagonist by mistake when she got married.,The male protagonist has been planning for the female protagonist for a long time.,There were many misunderstandings between them in their previous lives!
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When the time was coming to an end, the housekeeper of Zhu Que Yuan came to inform him, saying that winter was coming, and the eldest lady Deng asked the kitchen to make ginseng soup, and asked the juniors to gather in the dining hall of Zhu Que Yuan at dusk.
As the eldest daughter-in-law, she needs to be the most popular.
Seeing that it was almost time to arrive, Ning Xueying went to the study in a dizzy state, and mentioned the dinner party with Qing Cen who was guarding the door, "Is the prince going to go?" ”
Unable to make a decision for the master, Qing Cen turned sideways, "The prince is resting, grandma please." ”
Ning Xueying walked into the study and saw that the man was lying on his back on the rocking chair in front of the window in the middle of the room with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, so she couldn't help but light her steps and quietly approached.
On the corner table next to the rocking chair is a tray with a soup bowl, a plate of preserves, and a neatly stacked white handkerchief.
The soup bowl is empty, it should be Cai Miaoling's unique secret recipe.
Thinking of Cai Miaoling's attitude, Ning Xueying pulled the corners of her mouth, moved the little pestle in the corner to sit next to the rocking chair, and learned to fold her arms and lie on Wei Zhan's lap.
The agarwood was burning in the room, and the wisps were lingering, impacting the slightly drunk consciousness, making the sleepiness surge, Ning Xueying closed her eyes and asked in a whisper: "Is the soup sweet?" ”
She was answered by a room of silence.
The only thing that could give her an answer was the plate of candied fruit stained with sugar.
If the decoction is sweet, what is the use of candied fruit?
But Ning Xueying didn't know why she wanted to ask such a thing, like pouring a jar of freshly brewed vinegar in her heart, and as if she only regarded Wei Zhan as her own, regardless of whether she liked it or not, she would not allow others to covet it.
"Lang Jun, is the decoction sweet?"
A large hand covered the top of her hair and gently rubbed it, ruffling the delicate bun. Wei Zhan opened his eyes and squinted at the woman sitting next to the rocking chair, "There is still a soup base in the medicine kettle, you can taste it." ”
Ning Xueying avoided the big hand, straightened up and laughed lightly: "Only when you share the blessings can you share the difficulties, and Lang Jun didn't let the concubine taste the sweetness, why should the concubine ask for hardship?" ”
"If you know that it is bitter, why do you ask again and again?"
Under the loss, Ning Xueying's head twisted, unintentionally revealing a little unreasonable coquettishness, and the steps on the bun swayed, refracting a halo.
Wei Zhan took advantage of the situation and shook the step aside, and pulled the person into his arms when the woman's three thousand green silks poured out.
Unguarded, Ning Xueying leaned over and fell on the man's chest, her long hair falling down, covering half of her pretty face.
She leaned on the edge of the rocking chair, her body unstable, slipping downward, and was supported by Wei Zhan on her lower back.
Pushing the amputated waist to himself, Wei Zhan induced him to speak, and his tone had the laziness of a new awakening, "Come up." ”
Go up? Climb up?
Before she could understand the hint of this sentence, she was separated by Wei Zhan and forced to kneel on top of her, staring down at the person below, feeling the big hand buckled on her waist slowly tightening.
Breathless, she trembled and searched for a fulcrum of balance, her fawn-like eyes flickering with a hint of panic.
There are no lights outside the house, it's a blue sky and daylight, what are they doing?
Adhering to the dignified and decent, Ning Xueying tried to twist the big hand around her waist, but it backfired.
Although the silk handkerchief is silky, it is a fabric after all, and there will still be a sense of rubbing of the texture, Ning Xueying looked at Wei Zhan's magnified handsome face with condensation, and tightly grasped the hem of her skirt.
The breath was cut by the silk cloth and scorched, and they couldn't feel each other's breath.
Ning Xueying of Yuzhaoyuan completely softened, pushed away the man who was holding her, and walked to the bedroom, as if she had forgotten that she had already married, and she was still a proud girl who was held by her father and mother in the palm of her hand.
At this time, Wei Zhan suddenly stopped her and wanted to ask her if she wanted to drink sobering soup, "Ning Xueying." ”
Ning Xueying turned her head and said dissatisfiedly: "What Ning Xueying? I'm my father's little pearl, and my mother's little jasmine, you can do it. ”
It's really a drop of wine that can't be touched, Wei Zhan called Dong's mother, "Let the kitchen prepare a bowl of hangover soup." ”
Dong's mother was very puzzled, how could her daughter-in-law be poured alcohol at a family dinner?
"How much did Grandma drink?"
Wei Zhan stared at the figures walking around, and said inexplicably: "One." ”
I haven't seen anyone pour it yet, Dong's mother shook her head with a smile, and walked out of the room quickly to prepare hangover soup.
Wei Zhan returned to the room, closed the partition fan with his backhand, and isolated Qiu He, who was looking inward.
In the closed bedroom, Ning Xueying sat in front of the dressing table and took off her gorgeous headdress, and twisted her head with her long black hair, "Why did you come in?" What about Autumn Lotus? ”
Wei Zhan hooked out an embroidery pier under the tea table with his feet, sat down with his long legs, and poured a cup of warm water prepared by Qiuhe in advance with a pot, "Come here." ”
Why didn't he come over by himself? Ning Xueying didn't move, and hooked her fingers, "You come here." ”
It's really drunk.
Wei Zhan didn't follow her, and took a sip of warm water to himself.
Seeing his Adam's apple half-hidden at his neckline rolling up and down, Ning Xueying pursed her lips and walked over, making a gesture to grab the cup in his hand, but she pounced and fell into Wei Zhan's arms.
Her body was soft, she simply straddled one of Wei Zhan's legs and stared at the cup in his hand, "Give it to me." ”
"To you?"
Ning Xueying couldn't tell the meaning of his words, she only felt thirsty, and leaned over and stretched out her hand in a daze, but her arm was not as long as Wei Zhan, even if it was close to Wei Zhan's chest, it would not help.
She aimed at the kettle on the table and tried to lift it, but the man choked the outstretched hand.
"The mother is still not strong enough to drink."
The inexplicable title, the inexplicable smile, and the inexplicable eyes were undisguised.
Wei Zhan stared at the delicate face of the peach blossom in his arms, seven points of coolness and three points of complexity.
He put down the cup, clasped Ning Xueying's chin and lifted it up, "Yes or no?" ”
The drunkenness was completely upsurged, Ning Xueying didn't listen to it, took the opportunity to grab the cup, and drank it with a grunt.
Wei Zhan held her back to prevent her from slipping and falling, but when he realized that he was subconsciously protecting her, he withdrew his hand.
But in an instant, Ning Xueying's ten fingers crossed, wrapped around the back of his neck, exhaled like an orchid, and muttered fragrantly, "Do you want to call me Little Pearl or Little Jasmine?" ”
"Don't make a fuss." Wei Zhan broke her hand with his backhand, but the force was not great, but she was wrapped tighter and tighter like a vine.
Between the tips of their noses, each other's breath is intertwined.
The strange and familiar orchid incense rushed straight to the sense of smell, Ning Xueying wanted to distance herself, but her body suddenly turned upwards uncontrollably, and she immediately hugged the man's neck, for fear that she would fall.
Wei Zhan had a cold face from Zhou Zheng, and sometimes turned his left leg, as if he was deliberately bad, making the little girl Zhu Hai sway and make a crisp sound.
The dizzy little lady was not angry, but hugged his neck and curled her lips, thinking that she was sitting on her father's horse.
When her father was young, when he was free, he would take her to gallop in the vast countryside, feeling the long wind whistling in her ears, and she was happy.
"Wow."
"What?"
"爹......"
With her father here, Ning Xueying felt a sense of security, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, her eyelids were fighting, and her red lips were vague.
Wei Zhan stopped teasing her and supported her full weight with his left leg.
The missing moment ticked by, and the man sat quietly like a pine, exchanging body temperature with the woman in his arms.
But the sudden heat and humidity made Wei Zhan feel weird, he looked down, lifted the red long dress, and saw the blood stained on the hem of his clothes.
Another wave of enthusiasm struck, and he curled his fingers slightly, rubbing his thumb against the phalanx of his index finger.
If you guess correctly, this girl is here.
Without making a sound to disturb the sleeping man, he picked him up, walked to the bed, and bent down to lay him down.
Ning Xueying turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
The hem of the satin clothes was getting cooler, revealing a sticky feeling, Wei Zhan turned around and opened the partition door and walked out, until he walked out of the door, he ordered: "Go in and serve the menstrual affairs of the eldest grandmother." ”
Qiu He volunteered to trot in.
Dong's mother glanced at the hem of Shizi's clothes and looked away pretending to be nothing.
Qing Tang's eyes widened, and he pointed to the blood stains on the hem of Shizi's clothes and exclaimed, "Shizi, you are injured!" ”
Mother Dong looked at Qingtang like a fool, pulled people away from a distance, and muttered and bit her ears.
Wei Zhan calmly walked back to the study to take a shower and change clothes.
A jade-inlaid silver ring was placed alone on the shelf in the screen, and Wei Zhan never touched it.
Twenty-seven, picking feast.
A banquet to find precious medicinal materials for Emperor Jing'an.
A banquet that won the heart of the emperor.
After the dispersal of the dynasty, Wei Zhan and the crown prince walked down the long jade steps side by side.
After the crown prince left, the rest of the courtiers walked out of the palace gate one after another and went to their respective official offices.
Ji Langkun looked around, looked at Ji Yixing closely, and as soon as he saw Ji Yixing speeding up, he hurriedly caught up and clasped his forearm, "The palace is heavy, and you have to be presumptuous." If the morning is over, you don't need to patrol, so go back to the 3,000 battalion. ”
Ji Yixing shook off his father's hand slightly, "My son knows it in his heart, so I don't need you to remind him again and again." ”
It just so happened that Uncle Wei passed by the father and son, and he had no intention of seeing the picture of the two of them pulling, so he rolled up his sleeves and smiled, "I said last time that I wanted to invite Brother Ji to eat and drink, I don't know when Brother Ji will be free?" ”
Ji Langkun snorted, "This official doesn't send a sip of wine to the uncle." ”
Uncle Wei shrugged his shoulders and patted the junior's shoulder, "Du Niangzi is a heroic girl, and the virtuous nephew should cherish it." ”
Ji Yixing endured the questioning that blurted out, and watched Uncle Wei leave, knowing that he had no qualifications to question, and it was the prime minister of the Ji Mansion who greeted the wrong relatives first.
In the evening, Wei Zhan left the Zhan Mansion and received a thick envelope with at least ten letters stacked on top of each other.
The envelope has a "Du" character written on it.
Wei Zhan was surprised, and when he sat in the carriage, he opened the envelope and took out a piece of notepaper.
On the paper, there are rows of beautiful letters.
Wei Zhan did not read the contents of the letter, and he could guess that the author was sincere when he wrote the letter.
Suddenly, the moving carriage stopped, and met another carriage head-on in the alley.
Wei Zhan lifted the curtain and looked out of the car, and the owner of the other party also happened to open the curtain.
It was a twenty-eight-year-old lady, who was looking at the master and servant of the Bofu through the faint light of the wind lamp, and recognized the man sitting in the carriage at a glance.
With a slight hesitation, she motioned for the driver to give way.
It just so happened that Wei Zhan also made the same behavior.
Both carriages went backwards at the same time, and stopped almost at the same time.
Wei Zhan looked at the coachman opposite, said lightly, "You go first", and continued to let the coachman retreat.
When the carriages staggered, the woman greeted Wei Zhan.
Wei Zhan turned his head to look and didn't see the other party's face clearly, but he still bowed his head out of courtesy.
The woman lowered her eyes and returned the salute, and stopped talking.
Waiting for the other party's carriage to drive away, the Bofu coachman said: "That seems to be the third girl Cheng in the Shaoqing Mansion of Dali Temple." ”
Wei Zhan had no interest in inquiring, put down the curtain and fell into the dim light, his eyes were cold.
**
Coming back from her mother-in-law, as soon as Ning Xueying walked into the main room of Yuzhaoyuan, she was attracted by the fluttering flottery.
Sparse and sparse like snow.
In the midst of the paper, she caught a touch of handwriting and reacted immediately.
This is a letter she wrote to Ji Saburo, more than ten letters before and after, which really expressed the girl's heart.
When the paper was scattered all over the ground, a figure walked out of the partition door.
Qing Tangerine, who was still bouncing behind Ning Xueying, saw this and hurriedly pulled the door for the husband and wife.
The door leaf obscured the oblique sunset, and also covered the glow behind Ning Xueying.
The two looked at each other through the fragments of the letter, and after a while, Ning Xueying said "thank you" and squatted down. The body cleaned up the "mess" and wrapped it up with the skirt.
Wei Zhan strode over, and the soap boots stepped on it mercilessly, pulling the person up, "Let people come in and clean up." ”
Ning Xueying broke away from her hand, squatted down with a straight face and continued to pick up.
Wei Zhan pulled her up again and carried her on his shoulders without saying a word.
With her top-heavy and confetti floating around on the hem of her skirt, Ning Xueying kicked and kicked up, causing a tantrum, "You let go of me!" ”
Wei Zhan ignored it, strode into the east bedroom, sat on the bed, attached her earlobe, and played with her tongue.
The squeaky sucking sound makes people blush.
Ning Xueying kept pushing and shoving, not understanding why he took matters into his own hands to handle the letters for her, even if there was something wrong with the letters from the wedding, it was written to the man who was supposed to be married to her, and it was not just a random person.
The clenched little fist thumped indiscriminately, and it smashed into Wei Zhan's heart for a while, Wei Zhan frowned slightly, grabbed her two wrists and cut them back, leaned over her upper body, and kissed her on the cheek.
It's terrible.
Her chin and cheeks were wet, Ning Xueying dodged left and right, and asked angrily, "What are you crazy about?" Why should you look at my letters? ”
Wei Zhan pulled away slightly, stared at the woman's panting appearance, and asked rhetorically with a cold face: "Those more than ten letters, full of spring heart, from habits, interests, preferences to taboos, show the most real you." Do you like Ji Saburo so much? Well? ”
The man lost control, shackled the woman's body again, kissed her neck, gnawed and licked slowly, and the breath that burst out was terrible.
"You let go of me!" Ning Xueying twisted her body, and her feet were also exerting force, but her strength was not a man's opponent at all.
"Miss, miss."
Qiu He's voice rang out, with worry and eagerness.
At the same time, the body was also pushed by a gentle force.
Ning Xue suddenly opened her eyes and found that she was lying on the soft couch in the east bedroom.
Seeing that she was stunned after waking up, Qiu He was even more worried, "Miss has been having nightmares lately. ”
"Hmm......" Ning Xueying muttered in response, the tight strings in her mind gradually stretching. Yes, the real Wei Zhan would not be angry about such a trivial matter.
Qiu He smoothed out the broken hair that was sticking to her cheeks and neck sockets, and asked gently, "Can you tell the slave what she dreamed of?" ”
Ning Xueying shook her head, unable to describe the suffocating darkness and madness, "I forgot." ”
Waiting for Qiu He to leave, she lay alone by the window and played with the potted tea plum that had only bloomed this morning.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, she closed her eyes to identify it, and guessed that it was Wei Zhan.
A stack of notes appeared in the afterglow, which were those letters connected to the dream, and her heart skipped a beat, and she felt very strange.
Wei Zhan, who had not yet changed his clothes, sat on the edge of the couch, "Listen to Qiuhe, you have a nightmare again." ”
"Well, that's fine." Ning Xueying carefully looked at the handsome man in front of him, in his dream, he was more beautiful, and his eyes were more beautiful, like the most rippling water marks in the pool under the moon.
Sweeping the man's eyebrows and nose bones, Ning Xueying shook her head, not wanting to be disturbed by a non-existent phantom.
She took the letter and put it in her arms, "Have you read it?" ”
"Nope."
Wei Zhan knows very well that words can punish the heart, there is no need to abuse herself, not to mention that she can't be beaten, scolded, or retaliated, so why bother yourself.
Calming down, Ning Xueying sincerely thanked, "Thanks to you for replying to these letters, from now on, I will not have any more contact with the son of the Ji family." ”
This sound pleasing to the ear, Wei Zhan leaned against the window, supported his head with one hand, and his pupils were lightened by the sunset, "How can you thank me?" ”
The lazy appearance is cold and desired, but it is a male color.
"Wait a minute." After putting the letter into the small box and locking it, Ning Xueying returned to the couch, bent down close to the man's face, and felt tentative, "How do you want me to repay?" ”
Wei Zhan tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiling rather than smiling.
Like a snow lotus blooming.
The man she married was too handsome, and Ning Xueying was a little bewitched, just because of his beauty, "Then, I'll kiss you." ”
A gentle and gentle man, who speaks boldly.
If it weren't for his youth, Wei Zhan would feel that he had heard poorly.
The sunset is infinitely better, and people are lazy, he leaned on and didn't move, one arm against the couch, supporting the weight of his body.
With some kind of acquiescence, Ning Xueying realized how dissolute she was, how could she say such a thing......
But the words have been released, and they can't be taken back.
She supported the cloud bun, brushed the broken hair, pinched the hot ears, and after a series of feints, she attached herself and kissed the man's side face.
A light touch of water, I don't know if it causes ripples.
Wei Zhanfeng's eyes were raised, looking at the woman who was quickly evacuating, and with a long arm, he grabbed her waist and rolled the person in the crook of his arm.
Confined with only one arm.
Ning Xueying was so ashamed that she couldn't help herself, knelt on the couch and wanted to get up, "Thank you for it, why are you still trapping me?" ”
She couldn't help it, and her heart was sweet, and she got rid of the fear in her dreams.
The plain face was also dyed pink due to the small fights.