The Way of Favors

Xu Hao’s Royal Palace was renovated last year. Today, he was married, and it was also a beautiful time in May. The whole mansion was filled with a joyous atmosphere. The maid Xiaosi was busy going to and from the hospitals, and it was full of life. exuberant.

Before the bride took it, Fu Rong sat in the flower hall and chatted with a few concubines. It was airy and cool.

Concubine Kang's previous confinement, she was very happy, touched sister Zhen's head and said: "Brother Xuan is much more obedient than his sister. Knowing that I'm coming over for a wedding drink, she will come out after choosing a good day. Delay things."

The four-year-old sister Zhen'er didn't know that her mother was not able to participate in the fourth aunt's wedding because she was pregnant. She sat next to her mother and asked Fu Rong with some disappointment: "Why didn't the fourth aunt bring Brother Wei here?" Brother Zhang didn't come either, and she was the only child here, and the little girl found it very boring.

Fu Rong smiled and said, "He is still too young, unlike Sister Zhen who knows how to play by herself, so the fourth aunt did not bring him."

Sister Zhen nodded obediently, and suddenly ran to the second princess, leading her to see flowers in the garden. The second princess likes these nephews and nieces. She is young, and is more popular with children than Fu Rong and others. Sister Zhen is more willing to play with her.

Concubine Kang watched the one-year-old and one-child playing in the yard, and said to Fu Rong: “I heard that the king of Xindu gave Mingya county lord Xu to the second son of the prefect of Jizhou last month. Hey, these little girls seem to blink. I’ve grown up, but the prince of Xindu hasn’t said a kiss yet. I remember my elder son is 21st this year, right?"

Fu Rong nodded unexpectedly: "Yes, when we were in Xindu, my brother had some friendship with the son. I remember they were both the same age."

I was shocked in my heart. A proud person like Xu Xi was married to a fourth-rank official's son. Did she like it, or did Xu Yaocheng arrogantly? When she saw the brothers and sisters of Xu Yan during the Spring Festival, she paid special attention to it. Xu Yaocheng seemed to be interested in picking a good son-in-law in the capital. Why did she change her mind again? Then there is Xu Yan, he didn't get married, was it because he didn't meet the right person, or because...she?

Fu Rong unconsciously turned the jade bracelet on his hand.

In this life, she didn’t deal with Xu Yan much, and she didn’t have three years of sharing the same bed. Fu Rong felt that even if Xu Yan still fell in love with her, his affection for her would not be so deep that he would not marry him. So, Xu Yan hasn't married yet, but he hasn't met a girl that tempts him, right? Just like your brother, don't you also bachelor?

Thinking of this, Fu Rong felt a lot easier.

After chatting for a while, it suddenly became lively outside.

The princess, who had been sitting silently next to her, stood up first: "The bride has come in, let's go to the wedding room and wait. Next time there will be such a happy event, but Fuhui will get married."

But no, as soon as Wang Huai became married, the sons of Emperor Jiahe had masters.

The worship hall had to wait for a while, everyone stayed in Xifang for a while before Xipo led a couple of newcomers over.

Cui Wan had a red hijab over her head. Before the hijab was opened, everyone looked at the groom's official. The eighteen-year-old King Xu Hao looks six points similar to Xu Jin, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, but Xu Jin’s face is more like Emperor Jiahe, with a cold and majestic aura, Xu Hao looks more like Concubine Shu. He loves to laugh again, seeing the sun is shining, and it's easier to attract female relatives.

Concubine Kang couldn't help but said with emotion: "Look, the sixth brother is taller than his second brother. Among these brothers, the man who belongs to our family is the shortest, so he can eat, really..."

She and King Kang are also childhood sweethearts. When they were young, King Kang looked thin and beautiful. As a result, the more he ate, the fatter he grew. When the husband and wife got close at night, Concubine Kang closed her eyes and imagined King Kang’s handsome appearance when he was a child. It was not very disgusting. If the king Kang, whom I met at the beginning, was like a pig, she would not marry him.

Fu Rong could hear that the relationship between Concubine Kang and King Kang was still good, and smiled and whispered a few words to her. Everyone entered the house and watched Xu Hao pick a hijab.

Xu Weipan has been looking forward to this day for ten years. When he was a child, he was rushing to be the cousin of the bridegroom. Now his dreams come true. He does not avoid the jokes of several sister-in-laws at all. He has been grinning and excited. After using the golden balance pole to pick the hijab twice, it was unsuccessful. Finally, in the kindly chuckle of Concubine Kang, he finally picked it up, revealing today's bride.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Sister Zhen is a little girl. She likes brides the most. As soon as Cui Wan sat down, she leaned over. At this time, when she saw someone, the little girl exclaimed in surprise: "Aunt Six is ​​so beautiful!"

Cui Wan smiled shyly and raised her eyes to look at Xu Wei. Seeing him dumbfounded, she quickly lowered her eyes, and tightly grasped the hem of the red skirt with her hands.

Sister Zhen smiled and ran to Princess Kang, hugging her mother's thigh and said, "Mother, Aunt Six is ​​shy!"

The little girl is smart and cute, and Fu Rong and others laughed.

After the salute, Xu Hao reluctantly left.

The bride had to change clothes, and Fu Rong's concubines walked out first, and then came to accompany the bride at lunch.

Fu Rong, a sister-in-law, took the initiative to sit next to Cui Wan. Seeing Cui Wan's eyes lowered and embarrassed to move the chopsticks, she smiled and persuaded: "Sister, eat, who is on this table that you don't know? Why are you shy? coming?"

Concubine Kang followed up jokingly: "That's right, I'm shy right now. Go to the palace tomorrow morning and ask Ann to see it. What do you have to be ashamed?"

This is a bit embarrassing, the second princess, sister Zhen, didn't understand, and Princess Fu Rong knew everything in her heart. They looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

After the wedding banquet, the bride must carefully prepare for the evening's major events in life, and the family members are gone.

Fu Rong returned to the palace first.

It’s true that I don’t feel so attached to his mother when he has a playmate. He hasn’t seen or cried for a day, but now seeing his mother come back, the little guy immediately left Lingshou, stood up from the window sill, and swayed towards her. Mother rushed, Fengyan smiled into a line. Standing in front of the couch, Fu Rong hugged the little guy and kissed: "Do you miss your mother?"

Brother Zhu hugged his mother tightly, raised his head and said sweetly: "Yes!"

Fu Rong asked him again: "Why did you think?"

Brother Zhu covered his chest, meaning that he was thinking in his heart.

Fu Rong kissed him again and signaled Ling Shou to return to the house break. She coaxed her son herself.

In the evening Xu Jin was going to have a drink at Huaiwang's Mansion. Fu Rong knew that he was coming back late, so he used it with Ling Shoubi. After dinner, he went to his room to put them to sleep. Brother Ju is a small person and still doesn't understand the story. He likes to lean in his mother's arms to watch his mother. He fell asleep while watching, but Ling Shou sat aside obediently and listened attentively. Fu Rong also felt distressed that Ling Shou left home at a young age, so after Brother Wei fell asleep, she still quietly finished the story, and then said softly to Ling Shou, "A Shou also sleep, tomorrow night. Keep talking."

Ling Shou was satisfied. After Fu Rong left, he obediently went to sleep on the outside couch without telling the nurse.

Fu Rong stood under the eaves for a while, making sure that the two little guys were asleep, then went to the upper room and sat on the couch to embroider Xu Jin's gown. Although she agreed to embroider a robe for Xu Jin, she was lazy and didn't have much confidence in her female celebrity. She felt that Xu Jin might not be able to wear it after sewing, so she decided to make a sleeveless gown to keep Xu Jin in summer. Wear it at home.

When the look was done, Fu Rong couldn't decide what pattern to embroider on the gown.

She lifted the gown and took a look, and her gaze swept across the couch, her favorite little yellow goose baby. Fu Rong grinned, and in a blink of an eye, he picked a bright yellow thread on the back of his gown to get busy.

Only after embroidering the outer circle, Xu Jin came back.

Fu Rong hurriedly hid the gown and went out to welcome others.

When the men attended the wedding banquet, they were going to drink alcohol. Xu Jin had to help Xu Hao to block the wine tonight, so he really drank a lot. Fu Rong expected Xu Jin to drink, but she didn't expect Xu Jin's face to be so ugly.

"Go and bring the sober soup!"

Fu Rong helped Xu Jin to sit down on the couch. Seeing Xu Jin's face stretched, she was a little frightened. She didn't dare to ask what happened over there. She wiped his face carefully and asked softly: " Is the prince uncomfortable? Should I rub it for you?"

Xu Jin looked at her, shook his head, and when Mei Xiang served the hangover soup, he raised his head to take a bowl and went to the side room to take a shower.

Fu Rong hurriedly followed and wiped his back with his own hands.

Xu Jin closed his eyes.

He wasn't drunk, he was just uncomfortable. Cui Wan had conspired to murder Fu Rong. Even if Fu Rong's life was all right, he wanted to kill her, but he couldn't kill her. He wanted to take into account the feelings of his mother, grandfather and six brothers, and he wanted to find out possible accomplices behind Cui Wan. He usually doesn't think about it, but today, seeing his sixth brother happy to marry such a woman, his chest is blocked.

His chest was blocked, he grabbed Fu Rong's hand, turned to face her, and asked her to wipe the front of him first.

Fu Rong glanced at him, not as if he was moved with bad thoughts, so he put one hand on his shoulder and the other hand turned around on his chest.

"Wash it down too." Perceiving that her hands were not going to go down, Xu Jin closed his eyes and ordered, with a cold voice.

Fu Rong was most afraid of Xu Jin's cold face. It was a long time since I saw him angry. Today was suddenly cold. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to ask. She held her veil and moved it, but she didn't expect to encounter...

Fu Rong let go in surprise.

The veil was placed on it, like hanging on a bamboo pole.

Fu Rong bit his lip, guessing that even if Xu Jin is angry, it is not because of her, so he boldly removed the kerchief and washed him by himself.

Xu Jin's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Fu Rong lowered his eyes and snorted coldly in his heart. After being a couple for three or four years, some things are not as young as they were when they got married. Now that he had the thought of being angry, after washing his hands, Fu Rong touched it further down, wanting to wash every part of Lord Su.

Xu Jin slowly opened his eyes and looked at the busy beauty next to his chest.

She was wearing pajamas, and the clothes were soaked, revealing the pink dress straps inside. She held his waist with one hand, and worked boldly in the water with the other. The throbbing like ripples on the surface of the water spread to him in circles from where she touched.

Xu Jinqiang endured it, so that the blue veins on his forehead jumped, wanting to see what she was capable of, other distracting thoughts had long been forgotten.

Fu Rong tilted her head, saw the tight muscles on his arms, and heard him panting on top of his head. Knowing that the man was moving, she pretended not to know, retracted her hand and picked up the kerchief to help him wash his thighs. But before she touched him with her hand, she was caught first...

In the silent night, there was a sudden sound of breaking water, followed by a woman's plea, like an ying cry.

Mei Xiang was waiting outside, hearing the voice of the princess inside, she quickly covered her ears.

Royal Palace.

Xu Hao's heat suddenly went out when he saw the scar on Cui Wan's wrist, he raised her arm distressedly, hesitated to touch it but didn't dare to touch it: "When did this hurt, why didn't you tell me? Does it still hurt?"

Cui Wan looked at him with a smile.

The eighteen-year-old man has a more handsome appearance, broad shoulders, and his hands several laps larger than hers. This way, he takes good care of her like a treasure and makes her feel at ease. Thinking of her fascination with Xu Jin, Cui Wan smiled bitterly. She has to look at Shu. In fact, Xu Hao is inferior to Xu Jin in terms of talents, but she is a woman, and the most important thing is that her husband does not care about her. ?

Fu Rong is happy, and she is also happy, because Xu Hao has always regarded her as a treasure.

Cui Wan wanted to be so happy forever, being the princess with whom Xu Hao held her in her hand.

Therefore, she wanted to forget her unhappiness, and not let Xu Hao know. From now on, she will be responsible for Xu Hao, so she is not afraid of Xu Jin's dissatisfaction.

"Last year I was making wedding gowns in the house. My mother suddenly came over. I didn't want her to see. She hid everything. Later, I forgot where to put the scissors. When I was looking for it, I accidentally stabbed it... Don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's just that the scar may not be removed, do you think it's ugly?"

"It's not ugly at all!" Xu Hao said immediately, afraid that she wouldn't believe it, so he bowed his head to kiss.

His lips were hot, and Cui Wan couldn't help but wince.

Xu Hao realized what he had done later and looked up at her.

Cui Wan blushed and lowered her head, trying to retract her arms.

Xu Hao refused to give it, looked at her innocently for a while, lowered his head again, and moved up the white wrist little by little...

The bed is full of spring.