Lingzhou, Shiqiao Town, Chen’s House.
The night was as cool as water, and Chen Jingzong suddenly opened his eyes.
In the silence inside the bed, where one could hear a pin drop, faint sobbing sounds could indeed be heard coming from the bed.
Chen Jingzong frowned irritably.
He admitted that it was unfair to let a precious princess follow them all the way to their hometown to mourn. Even he, a rough warrior, had wronged her. But she had been sulking since the day she left the capital, and it had been more than two months. After so much trouble, no matter how spoiled she was, she should have accepted it. Why was she so aggrieved that she cried in the middle of the night
Chen Jingzong couldn't figure it out.
When the emperor granted the marriage, the Chen family did not hide anything from her, and she had seen him with her own eyes.
This time when she returned home to mourn, the old man suggested that she stay in the capital, but for some reason she asked to come along.
Coming again, feeling wronged again...
Chen Jingzong sat up.
She was a princess, and everyone in the Chen family wanted to worship her. Before returning, her mother wrote a letter to her second aunt and prepared a luxurious and expensive step-out bed for this place in advance.
Inside the step-out bed is a bunk bed, which is spacious enough for four adults to lie down comfortably.
The outside of the bed was flat and quite wide. At one end was her small dressing table, and at the other end were two golden nanmu boxes placed side by side, containing the gold, silver and jewelry she brought with her.
Logically speaking, he was the prince consort and could enjoy the bed with her.
But she didn't like him. It had been twenty days since he came back, and Chen Jingzong had actually spent most of his time sleeping on the ground.
Fortunately, summer is approaching and he is strong and not afraid of the cold.
"Why are you crying?"
The room was also pitch dark. Chen Jingzong could not see her face clearly, only a vague outline.
She didn't respond. It was unclear whether she was too lazy to pay attention to him or she wanted to cry in front of him on purpose.
The crying sound was so weak that it hit his heart again and again.
Like the gentle ripples on the lake on a windless day, they wash over the dark, gnarled roots of the old trees on the shore.
For some unknown reason, Chen Jingzong recalled her tearful look when they were intimate in the past.
Her personality was not cute at all, but at that time she made him love her madly.
Sighing, Chen Jingzong walked out of the bed, found the place where the fire was set, and lit a lamp.
The lights flickered, dim and yellow, and even the darkness by the window could not be dispelled.
There was a basin of water on the washstand. Chen Jingzong wanted to wet the towel directly with cold water, but remembering her delicate nature, he picked up the warm copper kettle and poured half a pot of hot water into the cold water.
After everything was ready, Chen Jingzong returned to the bed with a lamp in one hand and a towel that had been wrung out so that it was no longer dripping water in the other.
The step-out bed is like a small room, enclosing the soft light.
Chen Jingzong put down the light and turned to look at the bed.
He thought he would see a beautiful face full of resentment, but unexpectedly found that she was still asleep. Her crying had stopped, but there was a tear on her fair and delicate face that had not yet rolled down.
So, she just had a dream that made her sad
After standing silently for a while and making sure that she had fallen asleep again, Chen Jingzong looked at the towel in his hand. Not wanting to waste his time, he quietly sat down beside the bed and leaned over to help her wipe away the tear.
No one knew better than him how tender her fairy-like skin was, so Chen Jingzong subconsciously slowed down his movements.
Huayang felt that someone was touching him, but his head was dizzy and he had no strength in his body.
She knew she was sick.
The day after the Chen family was escorted out of Beijing, she fell ill.
The imperial physician said that she caught a cold from going out in the snow, but Huayang thought that she had a mental illness.
She wanted to save the Chen family. As early as when she heard that her brother was going to search the Chen family, Huayang had gone to the palace.
What is the result
The younger brother, who had just grown up and become more independent, said coldly that this was a state affair and asked her not to interfere.
Huayang went to ask her mother for help, but her mother, like her, had encountered some setbacks with her brother.
The pleas of their two blood relatives were of no avail, and those ministers who were willing to help the Chen family were directly scolded and reprimanded by their younger brother.
The bodies of my parents-in-law and eldest brother are still warm, and my sister-in-law and nephews are frail. How can they endure the hardships of escorting them all the way
Thinking of this, Huayang's eyes were filled with tears again.
In terms of feelings, Huayang didn't have that deep of a relationship with them. She just felt that they were innocent and couldn't bear it.
Chen Jingzong looked at her wet and thick eyelashes and forgot what to do.
In fact, apart from that time, he had never seen her cry.
No matter what injustices she suffered in the Chen family, she only showed arrogance and contempt towards him, as if looking at him any longer would dirty her eyes.
Crying is more or less a sign of weakness. As proud as she is, she would only find the shortcomings of others and make sarcastic remarks. How could she show weakness in front of others
Seeing that the tears kept flowing and could not be wiped away, Chen Jingzong tried to call out: "Princess?"
After calling him three times, the sleeping beauty finally woke up and looked at him with tearful eyes.
Chen Jingzong's hardened heart softened a little, and he asked in a low voice: "What did you dream about?"
Huayang stared at the person in front of him in a daze.
Even though they had been separated for three years, she still recognized her husband.
He was wearing a white undershirt. Perhaps that was what all the dead wore in the underworld
When he was alive, he always had a sullen face, as if everyone owed him something, but now he looked much gentler.
After all, he has died once, so any resentment he might have has disappeared.
This couple used to just dislike each other, but now, Huayang actually found a sense of dependence in him.
She relied on her father, but her father was busy having fun with his concubines.
She relied on her mother, but her mother was more concerned about whether her younger brother could sit firmly in the East Palace and the throne, and she was worried about it.
From the moment she got married, it seemed that she had to grow up as a married woman, and even acting coquettishly to her mother seemed immature.
Huayang didn't like this at all. She wanted to continue being the carefree little princess, loved and cared for by her father, the emperor and her mother.
If Chen Jingzong was still alive, Huayang would not show this side of her in front of him, but he is dead and might leave at dawn. Why should she care
She threw herself into Chen Jingzong's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her hands tightly around his waist.
Chen Jingzong's whole body stiffened.
The hot tears wet my thin shirt, and my chest felt cold.
Chen Jingzong temporarily suppressed the strange feeling, hugged her and gently touched her head: "What did you dream about?"
Huayang responded absentmindedly: "I'm not dreaming."
Chen Jingzong: "Then why are you crying?"
Hua Yang was startled, then slowly raised his head, looked at him and asked, "You don't know?"
Chen Jingzong looked confused: "Know what?"
Huayang looked at his puzzled yet calm eyes, and felt a pang in his heart.
Although he always challenges his father-in-law, and the two are enemies, and he treats other family members coldly, but his blood relatives really know about the great changes in the Chen family. How sad and angry would he be
He has been a peaceful ghost for so many years, why should he be tortured in vain
Huayang shook his head, hugged him again, and changed the subject: "Why are you here?"
Because he met someone who was impossible to see, Huayang thought he was still in a dream.
Chen Jingzong was confused and was about to ask for clarification when she suddenly raised her hand and touched his face with a slightly trembling hand.
Chen Jingzong took a deep breath.
In his eyes, Huayang had disheveled black hair, a tearful face like a white peony with dew on its petals, and a pair of eyes full of water, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Chen Jingzong vaguely saw a trace of affection, as precious and rare as a drop of nectar that Guanyin goddess gave out after tilting the jade bottle for a long time.
A fire suddenly started in my heart.
Reason told him that he shouldn't have such thoughts, but he was just a young man who had to observe mourning after only being married for three months, and he was full of blood.
The body has its own reaction after being vegetarian for so long.
Hooking his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him, Chen Jingzong lowered his head.
As soon as he came close to him, Huayang's body went limp.
Some things become unbearable after a while, especially since she has been a widow for three years.
On many long nights, Huayang, lying alone and unable to sleep, would be immersed in memories of Chen Jingzong.
Now that the couple is reunited, Huayang only regrets that she couldn't keep him forever.
She was like a delicate vine, wrapping herself around him with all her might, refusing to fall off no matter how he fought on the battlefield.
She forgot everything until Chen Jingzong suddenly covered her mouth.
Huayang looked over in confusion.
Chen Jingzong's breathing was heavy, beads of sweat were sliding down his handsome and sharp face, his dark eyes were deep, and there was a raging fire burning in them.
"Don't make a sound, or the old man will scold me again."
During the mourning period, people are forbidden from getting married, eating meat, drinking alcohol, and having sex.
There are some things he dares to do and take responsibility for, but it is better for such things to be known only to the couple.
Huayang looked at him blankly.
Old man
Chen Jingzong only knows how to call his father-in-law "old man".
But the couple met in their dreams, so why was Chen Jingzong afraid of his father-in-law
As soon as the doubt arose, it was crushed to pieces by Chen Jingzong the next moment.
The light shone from outside, casting the shadows of the two people on the inner bed board.
Huayang was lying down, his shadow was not obvious, but Chen Jingzong looked like a cheetah running non-stop.
Huayang closed his eyes in shame.
But soon, she opened her eyes again and stared at the shadow belonging to Chen Jingzong in disbelief.
Do ghosts have shadows
Can a ghost's body be as hot as fire
And, how could everything in the dream be so real
With more and more doubts, Huayang looked at the man above his head again.
Their eyes met, Chen Jingzong loosened his hand, quickly moved closer with his handsome face, and rudely blocked her lips, just like always.
Huayang didn't like this kind of kiss, but he was as strong as an ox, so Huayang couldn't push him away and could only continue to observe his surroundings helplessly.
The bed curtains were white, and it was not the bed in her princess mansion.
The undershirt that Chen Jingzong threw aside was also white, not the one she wore last night.
What exactly is going on
Huayang was in a state of confusion and had no time to think carefully. It was not until the sky outside the window brightened that Chen Jingzong finally stopped.
He rolled up his shirt and threw it outside, then turned around and hugged Huayang, kissing her neck with an unsatisfied look.
Huayang, who was stiff for a while, suddenly grabbed his arm, digging his nails deep into it.
Chen Jingzong took a deep breath and was about to ask her why she hurt someone, but then he remembered the good thing he had done, so he smiled softly, hugged her and apologized, "This is just this time, it won't happen again."
Huayang became more and more stiff and pinched himself again. It hurt.
Both of them are in pain, can it still be a dream
Chen Jingzong continued to comfort her: "Don't worry, I've already done it outside, I guarantee you won't get pregnant."
Huayang: …
She pushed away the sticky man, grabbed the thin blanket and wrapped it around herself, then got into bed barefoot.
After getting out of the bed, Huayang found that this was a room with rather simple furnishings, which looked somewhat familiar.
Coming to the window, Huayang gently pushed open a window.
A small courtyard appeared before my eyes, and in the flower bed under the window, there was a row of peonies in bud, about to bloom.
"Why don't you get some more sleep?"
Chen Jingzong's low and hoarse voice sounded behind him, and Huayang slowly turned around.
The first ray of morning light passed by her and fell on Chen Jingzong.
He was only wearing a pair of shorts, revealing his strong and muscular chest, broad shoulders, and lean waist and abdomen.
Having just had a sumptuous meal, he looked very satisfied and stood in the halo shamelessly.
Huayang looked him up and down three times, but couldn't see any sign of him being a ghost.
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(End of this chapter)