Chen Jingzong could feel Huayang's fear.
They got married last winter. She was ignorant on their wedding night. After that night, she disliked him during the day and became alert and cautious at night, like a little phoenix with gorgeous feathers but little fighting power, feeling uneasy about the approaching tigers and wolves.
Chen Jingzong had no solution. He could say sweet words, but the physical difference between them was so great that no matter how much he said, it could not change the fact that she had to endure.
The most successful time was in April of this year. She threw herself into his arms with tears in her eyes. She hugged him so tightly, as if she could not wait any longer than he did.
"Weren't you afraid last time?"
He lowered his head and asked.
Huayang trembled slightly.
It was different from last time. She treated him as a ghost who had returned to the world. After three years of separation, they finally met again. How could she have the time to think about anything else
Chen Jingzong kissed her face.
Huayang knew he was waiting.
She tried to think of other things, such as the countless long nights during her three years of widowhood, the two guards she saw in her aunt's house, and the night she was reborn.
She had truly tasted it, and she wanted it.
"Try it. Give it a try."
She was trembling, and Chen Jingzong suddenly thought of a solution: "If you feel uncomfortable, hit me. No one of us will take advantage of the other."
Huayang wanted to laugh, but the next moment, she took a deep breath and raised her hand to hit him.
Chen Jingzong grabbed her wrists and said in a hoarse voice, "Just scold me. I bully you a little, and you scold me. I like to hear it."
He was a brute, and he just liked the way she was unable to move.
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Sometimes, Chen Jingzong was a frugal person.
You have to take the medicine, and since you have to take it, you might as well make it more worthwhile, just like the death squad sent out, killing one soldier is killing, but killing more is more worthwhile.
Before dawn, Chen Jingzong pulled the limp princess into his arms again.
He knew she was tired, but it was not easy for him either. Both husband and wife had worked hard this time, and they had the next three months to rest and recharge their batteries.
Huayang was too sleepy, so he slapped his hand away and hid in the innermost part, hugging the quilt.
Chen Jingzong caught up with him, and Huayang, who just wanted to sleep, got angry and opened his eyes to scold him.
Chen Jingzong looked at her dimly: "Today is my birthday, the last time?"
Huayang: …
Anyone can say "the last time", except him. He will live a hundred years and he will have many lives to live.
As soon as she lowered her eyes, Chen Jingzong understood.
It turns out that I can get her preferential treatment on my birthday, then for the whole next year, at least I will be able to sleep with her on my birthday.
Of course, the prerequisite is that she still wants him as her husband and has not divorced him.
Chen Jingzong always remembered that at the wedding banquet, a male guest who was toasting said in his ear: "You are not worthy of her at all."
Whether or not he is worthy of Chen Jingzong is not up to him, and that person cannot make the decision either. Only Huayang can make the decision.
Chen Jingzong didn't know when this little ancestor changed back to being a piece of mud and looking down on him again.
But at least at this moment, she was under him and he was her man.
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Huayang slept until dusk.
When she was half asleep, she felt as if she was still swaying. She opened her eyes in panic and found herself alone in the bed with the curtains drawn.
She looked at the peony embroidery on the drapery.
I forgot how many times Chen Jingzong asked for it last night, but I only remember that every time he finished, he would hug her and feed her water.
That time in the early morning, although Huayang was in a daze, he still urged him to take a contraceptive pill and feed it to her, which completely stopped his thoughts.
Who should I blame? She was soft-hearted and pitied him, and in the end, it turned into a princess and a snake. A silly princess and a snake that can grow bigger.
Her body was aching all over, and Huayang didn't want the maid to see her like this, so she endured the discomfort in her waist and sat up, her right hand casually stroking the Shujin quilt underneath...
Something seems wrong.
Huayang lowered her head and saw that there was a fist-sized hole on the Shu brocade embroidered with peonies that she treasured so much.
The edges of the hole were irregular, not like they were intentionally cut or torn, but rather like they were worn away bit by bit by something rough.
There were footsteps outside.
It belongs to Chen Jingzong.
Huayang immediately pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself completely.
Chen Jingzong opened the curtain and walked in. Seeing her staring at the hole in the bed with her eyes downcast, Chen Jingzong's face flashed with embarrassment, and he explained, "I knelt for too long last night, my knees are stiff, and your Shu brocade is too delicate, so this is it."
Huayang: …
Chen Jingzong pointed behind her and said, "There's another one over there. If you can't bear to part with it and don't want the maid to see it, I'll help you sew it."
Huayang: …
Does he know how much effort the embroiderers put into making this Shu brocade quilt cover? He sewed it, but his rough hands are only good enough for sewing his own stinky socks!
Huayang grabbed the pillow and threw it at him!
Chen Jingzong groaned and fell to the ground weakly.
He is still in the mood for acting!
Huayang jumped down, pounced on him and beat him!
It doesn’t matter if I suffer, but my beloved thing is ruined. Even if the embroiderer offers another one, it won’t be this one!
Huayang punched Chen Jingzong's hard chest again and again.
Chen Jingzong held back his laughter, and when she was tired and exhausted, Chen Jingzong sat up again, hugged her and said, "Okay, this is not inexperience. Next time I will pay attention and put my shirt under my knees."
In the past, out of concern that she might not like it, he had deliberately kept it, which allowed these Shu brocades to serve her for a longer time.
Huayang looked at his hands.
The back of his hand was bruised red, and his sleeves slipped down, revealing a purple ring-shaped mark on his wrist.
Chen Jingzong: "It's my fault, it's my fault. I'll go get the medicine now."
Huayang looked at his back with hatred: "Pour me a bowl of water first."
Chen Jingzong went to pour water.
He wanted to hold her and feed her, but Huayang glared at him and he became quiet.
Chen Jingzong tried to make amends: "Last night..."
Huayang: "Shut up. If you mention last night again, you will sleep in the side room from now on!"
Chen Jingzong obeyed with a smile.
Huayang drank the water and his throat felt better. He glared at Chen Jingzong a few more times and asked him to do all the chores that were supposed to be done by a maid.
Chaoyun and Chaoyue were standing outside, watching the prince consort come in and out, fetching water for washing his face and carrying a bucket to the bathroom.
Chao Yun: "Do we need help?"
Chao Yue: "What's the point of helping? I think the prince consort is having a great time doing his job."
Chaoyun blushed as she recalled the ups and downs of last night. The prince consort was really so energetic. He almost didn't sleep all night, but he was still so energetic!
She waited until Huayang finished bathing before sending Chen Jingzong away and asking Chaoyun to comb her hair.
Chaoyun blushed.
Huayang paused and had to ask, "Is it that loud? Can people in the front yard or the main house hear it?"
After asking this question, both the master and the servant blushed.
Chao Yun whispered, "Don't worry, Princess. I was also worried about this last night, so I ran to the yard to listen. Don't worry, you can't hear anything if you are two meters away from the window."
Huayang is relieved, but it seems there is nothing to be proud of!
Zhao Yun saw that his master was embarrassed, and hurriedly changed the subject: "During the day, the eldest and third masters came together to invite the prince consort to talk in the corridor. It was probably to celebrate the prince consort's birthday. When the prince consort came back, he brought two things, both in a box, and it was impossible to tell what they were."
Huayang became curious, and after a while he called Chen Jingzong in and asked him what gifts he had received.
She was quite envious of Chen Jingzong for having two brothers. Although Chen Jingzong was usually so rude, his brothers still remembered his birthday and gave him gifts.
Huayang does have half brothers and sisters, and the other half brothers and sisters are eager to get rid of her and her three children, and the gifts they give are just superficial courtesy.
Her younger brother was too young, so Huayang had to take care of him. To be honest, she only had one cousin who treated her very well and was like a real brother. Unfortunately, he lived in and out of the palace, so they only saw each other a few times throughout the year.
Seeing that she was waiting anxiously, Chen Jingzong had to take out the two gifts reluctantly.
Chen Bochong gave him a poem, which was beautifully written and pleasing to the eye.
What Chen Xiaozong presented was a painting of his brothers climbing a high place to enjoy the autumn scenery. The scenery was beautiful and the calligraphy was nice, pleasing to the eyes and the heart.
Huayang was still admiring them when Chen Jingzong suddenly put away the two gifts and sneered, "They are worthless. It's a pity they gave them to him."
Huayang: "… One is the top scholar, the other is the third scholar, both are very talented, and both are sons of ministers. If either of them were to be circulated, it would be worth a hundred gold coins."
Chen Jingzong: "Really? Then I'll try to sell it."
Huayang looked at him with disdain: "It says on it that it's for you, but you don't feel ashamed, but I do, as if I can't afford to support my own consort."
Chen Jingzong looked at her and said with a smile, "Then wait until the day you dislike me and divorce me, and then I will sell them."
Huayang remained noncommittal. She probably wouldn't divorce him, but she was too lazy to respond to his incoherent words.
"By the way, do you remember when your eldest and third brothers' birthdays are?" Hua Yang reminded, "Don't forget to return the gifts they gave you."
The gifts are secondary; what is important is the brotherhood.
Chen Jingzong thought for a moment and said, "I'll ask my mother when I get back."
Huayang: …
Chen Jingzong: "How about you? You knew it was my birthday today, but you didn't embroider a handkerchief or sew a sachet for me?"
Huayang sneered: "Would you like me to make you a dress with Shu brocade?"
Chen Jingzong: …
"Eat, you've been hungry all day." Chen Jingzong called Chaoyun outside and asked her to go to the kitchen to pass on the message.
Chaoyun left with a smile. In the past, the princess and her husband disliked each other when they met, but now they are bickering with each other, which is more interesting than watching an opera.
Chen Jingzong went to the east wing to put the gift and wrapped it in an unworn pair of underwear to prevent her from coveting the two "calligraphy works" and looking for them.
Going upstairs, Huayang sat down in front of the dressing table and opened another drawer.
There was a brocade box in the drawer, and inside it was a snow-white brocade handkerchief.
She didn't like needlework, and thinking that she had never given him any gifts in her previous life, she embroidered the handkerchief herself this time.
On the handkerchief was a peony, her favorite flower, and next to the peony was a simple outline of a tall mountain.
He was a rough man and was not suitable to embroider a pair of peonies. He was more like the mountain guarding her, rough and hard, but reassuring.
In the corner of the handkerchief, she also embroidered the word "peace".
I wanted to send him off in a serious manner, but after what happened last night, Huayang didn't want to be so serious anymore, as if to encourage him to continue being so crazy next time.
She took out the handkerchief and put it into her sleeve.
After dinner, it was dark again. Huayang walked into the inner room and looked at Chen Jingzong who was following behind her. She took out a handkerchief and handed it to him calmly: "After all, it's your birthday. I've only used this handkerchief once or twice. I'll give it to you as a gift."
Chen Jingzong was very surprised. He took the handkerchief and looked at it carefully.
The fourth son of Lord Chen did not pass the imperial examinations to become a scholar, a juren, or a top scholar, but that doesn't mean he can't understand such a simple embroidery.
She is the peony and the mountain is him.
Chen Jingzong smiled, strode over, pulled up the little princess who was about to sit on the bed with her back to him, and bent down to kiss her fiercely.
Huayang's thin face was almost hurt by his kiss!
Instead of a mountain, she should have embroidered a bull!
(End of this chapter)