I am a Good Man

Ling Yu nodded.

He coughed slightly, turning his face away, "This king is drunk, I don't know."

"The concubine sees the prince unconsciously, and is afraid that it will disturb the prince if he stands up hard, and ask the prince to atone for the crime." After she said, she was concerned, "Is the prince's head still hurt? ?"

Through yesterday, she seemed to have found a way to get along with Ji Yang.

If you want to get close to him, that is absolutely not a gesture. He will feel that she is unwilling to marry into the palace and touches his unfavorable scales.

Then take the initiative to get in touch. Although Ji Yang has a bad temper, he will not be unreasonable and will not hit the smiley person with his hand.

Ji Yang didn't return, sat up, closed his eyes and stretched out his hands to rub his temples, looking uncomfortable.

"The concubine body will rub it for you." Ling Yu shifted his body, tried to reach out his hand, and the cold fingertips touched his forehead.

Ji Yang was stunned. She was not very comfortable with her closeness, but she did not refuse. She slowly lowered his hand, pressed her fingers lightly on her temples, and said gently, "It must be a bit uncomfortable when I first woke up, the lord is afraid it will be relieved. It will get better after a while."

With moderate strength, Ji Yang slowly relaxed physically and mentally, and leaned back.

As Ling Yu observed his expression, his movements became bolder and closer to him.

"This king knows." After Ji Yang said, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ling Yu. The two of them faced each other, and his thin lips opened slightly, "Wang Hao, are you trying to please this king?"

"The concubine and the prince are husband and wife, how can you please say? The prince is uncomfortable, and the concubine must be anxious." Ling Yu lowered his eyebrows and took the conversation in no hurry.

She understood that Ji Yang was arguing with everyone, and she was just one of the punching bags.

If this knot is not opened, the relationship will only worsen.

"What the king did to the princess before, the princess is not angry at all? Not angry?" Ji Yang looked at her with raised eyebrows, stubbornly trying to find a hole in her face to prove his guess.

"Angry." Ling Yu continued to massage him, "I also feel wronged. I don't know what I did wrong to cause the prince to be treated like this, but my concubine can't help it."

"We can join and leave." Ji Yang exited without even thinking about it.

Hearing this, Ling Yu's eyes dimmed, and the hands that were massaging him were shaking. Ji Yang's eyes also changed, a little embarrassed, "This doesn't seem to be a good thing, the woman who is in a relationship..."

"The prince really hates the concubine body so much? Is it so disgusting that you don't want to meet?" Ling Yu lowered his head and said lonely. You can divorce your wife, and your concubine will have no face to return to Xiangfu, you can only go to the temple to be with the ancient Buddha of the blue lantern."

"I didn't say that I divorced my wife." Ji Yang retorted her. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason to hate her, and then squeezed out, "I didn't target you either!"

"After the prince washes and changes his clothes, it will be more comfortable to drink some hangover soup." Ling Yu did not ask, "the concubine waits for the prince to wash and change his clothes."

She originally thought that Ji Yang would not let her get close, but he didn't smell that strong of gunpowder today, and he didn't deliberately make things difficult for her. It seemed a little frustrating.

Ling Yu is not stupid, he takes good care of him after he is busy, and Ji Yang's docile appearance makes Ji Yang a little uncomfortable.

Then, the two were having breakfast, and she used the spare chopsticks to sandwich him a piece of sesame seed, "The prince has a taste, this cook is just here, this is his ancestral recipe, it is delicious but not greasy."

"This king can do it by himself, and the princess can take care of herself." Although Ji Yang said, he still clamped it up and finished eating.

Ling Yu was good at observing words and colors when she was young, and she soon discovered a problem: Ji Yang is soft or hard.

If he is kind to him, it will be difficult for him to be cruel and speak cruel words.

In order to verify this, she scooped another soup ball for him, "The prince eats more, I got up late today."

"Yeah." Ji Yang nodded, "You eat too."

Ling Yu had little to eat, so he put down his chopsticks and started to give Jiyang cloth dishes, taking care of him.

He is arrogant and self-willed. He doesn't think deeply about things and doesn't care about other people's opinions, but his mind is pure and simple.

At the very least, if she doesn't hate her as a person, and she doesn't resist her closeness, then she might be able to restore the relationship.

After a meal.

Ji Yang still hasn't left. This is the first time he rests in her courtyard.

There have been rumors in the mansion that the prince went to the princess last night, but because he was drunk, he would definitely wake up to fight, after all, the princess is not as favored as a singer.

All parties are waiting for news.

The people in the courtyard were also uneasy. Mother Xu and others were absent-minded all morning. Xia He used the bird's nest to go in and inquire.

Ji Yang slept on the bed, while Ling Yu sat on the side, watching the poems in his hands, the room was quiet.

"Miss." As soon as Xia He uttered, the other party made a low-pitched motion, and she immediately stopped and put the bird's nest gently on the table.

"Go cook some more sober soup." Ling Yu lowered his voice and ordered.

Xia He looked at the sleeping prince, a little happy in her heart, bent over and said, "Yes, the slave and maid will go now."

It is good for the prince and her young lady to get along well, and now they can stop the mouths of those people and prevent them from laughing!

Ji Yang just wakes up when the hangover soup is cooked.

He walked towards Ling Yu, looked at the sober soup in the other hand, frowned, and looked at the bowl on the table, "What's that?"

The words were a bit unpleasant, just like Ling Yu tasted delicious things while carrying him on his back, and let him drink such awful things.

"Back to the prince, it is the bird's nest you brought to your concubine." Ling Yu said, "I haven't thanked the prince face to face. The bird's nest is delicious."

Ji Yang's expression was relaxed, and his voice was raised a few degrees, "Of course it's delicious, this is a tribute from Syrah. There is only so little in total, and the imperial concubine can't eat it."

In other words, being my princess is better than being a noble concubine!

Ling Yu was taken aback and reacted quickly. He bent slightly and said softly, "I thank the prince for his love."

Ji Yang waved his hand, took the hangover soup from her hand, and drank it in one gulp.

"Does the prince still hurt his head?" Ling Yu stepped forward to take the bowl in his hand and looked at him and asked.

"Of course it didn't hurt. The king's body recovered quickly, and it's no problem." Ji Yang glanced at her and turned back sternly, for fear that Ling Yu would think he was not good.

Ling Yu thought his appearance was a bit funny, but she didn't show it.

"You care about me?" Ji Yang grasped the point.

"The prince is the husband of the concubine, and the concubine naturally cares about you. In the future, I would like to ask the prince to drink less alcohol, which is not good for his body." Ling Yu said something that can be said to be courageous, for fear that Ji Yang will not feel good about her. Nosy.

Ji Yang tucked his eyelids, after a long while, he said arrogantly, "This king knows!"

When the words fell, he turned and raised his leg and walked away.

Ling Yu stood on the spot, looked at his tall figure, and thought about the other party's temperament, as if it were just so casual.

Forget it, if she said, touching his ignition point, I am afraid it would not be so pleasant.

Inside the palace.

By the side of the meditation lake, the woman standing on the edge wore a dark blue dress with halves. Behind her wide skirt, she wore a crystal hairpin with tassels hanging on her head.

She looked at the rippling lake, then lowered her head, looking at her slightly raised belly, gently stroking it again and again.

Child, child.

You must be a son.

"Niang, it's windy today." The maid came up, took the cloak, put it on her, and whispered, "The slave servant heard that Prince Xian stayed at the Queen Xian last night."

"Is it true?" Mo Tian's expression changed.

The two are husband and wife, and it's normal to sleep together, but Ji Yang likes her, and he made such a big mess for her some time ago, which is also infatuation.

She was surprised when she heard the news suddenly.

Mo Mansion and Ling Mansion have always been at odds. She and Ling Yu are also "old enemies". It can be said that the two are on the same level when they were young and are vying for the position of "the most talented woman in the capital".

"It's true. King Xian went to the brothel last night and brought back a singer. He heard that he was going to be appointed as a concubine. After getting drunk, he went to the princess's courtyard. "The maid continued.

Mo Tian frowned slightly, and his eyes sank, "You keep people staring, don't startle the snake."

She needs Ji Yang's love and his help. Naturally, she does not want his love to disappear. The more unwilling the other party is, she will always be Bai Yueguang.

"The servant girl knows."

The maid lowered her head, turned and walked back, and stopped again within a few steps, bending her body, "The slave and maid had seen the prince."

Mo Tian turned around, and the man not far away was wearing a moon-white brocade, his ink hair was partly tied with a hosta, and he wore a white jade pendant around his waist.

If you really want to describe it, at first glance, it gives people the feeling of elegant and elegant scenery like a jade moon, but this person has the most city and ambition.

"I have seen the prince." Mo Tian leaned over slightly.

"I don't need to be polite." Ji Yao stopped a few steps in front of her and looked at the lake. "The weather is good today, and the wife of the emperor looks much better than last time."

"I didn't feel well a short time ago. After seeing the doctor, I prescribed a few anti-fetal medicines. It's no problem." Mo Tian smiled lightly and replied.

Ji Yao nodded, "That's good."

The two casually said something irrelevant, and Ji Yao lifted his foot and left, not looking at Mo Tian a second time.

It was Mo Tian, ​​she didn't immediately go in the opposite direction, Yu Guang still stared at the white back, and looked at it for a few more times before retracting it.

Since Ji Yang stayed drunk and stayed overnight, the two had been in peace for a day, but there was no dispute, and he didn't want to ridicule Ling Yu as usual.

However, the habit of visiting the kiln to the brothel has not changed, except that he will no longer bring the singer back, and there is no drunkenness.

"As long as the prince no longer leads people to the backyard, the young lady will always be better." Mother Xu comforted Ling Yu. "The next day the lady will seize the opportunity and lower her head again. It will not be so sad to give birth to a young son."

"According to the laws of this dynasty, the prince can only marry two side concubines at most. If you bring it back, you may not be a side concubine." Ling Yu lightly opened his lips.

Even if the relationship with Ji Yang eased a little, it was just a little easing.

I thought that the palace was the cleanest, but Ling Yu was really in a fire pit. Mother Xu's eyes were red, "If the lady had gone to marry elsewhere, how would she be so wronged as the mistress of the house?"

Not to mention letting the singer give birth to the eldest son and the eldest daughter, even the concubines will not do it, and they will all be knocked out to maintain the status of the main house.

"Nanny..."

"It seems that the princess is really wronged by marrying this king." A voice sounded, and Ji Yang's figure appeared in front of the two, raising a sneer.

Mother Xu's face turned pale, and she knelt down quickly.

"Nanny has no other intentions. It is the concubine's fault to ask the prince for mercy. She got up and was willing to be punished." Ling Yu also knelt down.

"It's the old slave who committed the crime without being able to cover up. It's all the old slave's fault." Mother Xu was afraid that Ji Yang would incriminate Ling Yu again. It's all old slaves..."

Ji Yang had never been here a few days ago. Ling Yu watched her grow up, and now the whole city is laughing. It is inevitable that she is impatient and forgets her identity with Ling Yu's value.

"Okay." Ji Yang waved his hand impatiently, "Go down!"

Madam Xu looked at Ling Yu with worry in her eyes. The other party winked at her and said, "The prince has a broad heart, and the concubine thanked the prince for the grandmother and thanked the prince for his kindness."

She said, leaning over to kowtow.

Ji Yang stepped forward and pulled her up, raising her eyebrows, "Don't come to this set, I hate these etiquette the most, I can kneel at every turn."

Ling Yu stood beside him, "I don't know that the prince will come, is the prince hungry? Let the kitchen bring some food."

"Let them hurry up." Ji Yang sat on the side casually, looking unhappy, "What kind of dance did Man Helou dance today? It's a chaotic dance of demons. What kind of piano is it playing? Noise."

"Drinking? Are you embarrassed to ask me to drink?"

"Don't be angry, the prince, these are naturally inferior to the dancers and musicians in the palace." Ling Yu said softly and comforted.

"The vulgar fans are hard to be elegant." Ji Yang sarcastically.

Ling Yu heard his disgust, but he knew it so, why did he enter such a place every day?

She wanted to ask, but couldn't ask.

The back kitchen brought several plates of pastries, lotus cake, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, dragon's silk cake, mung bean cake...

Ji Yang poured himself a cup of tea and looked at Ling Yu, "Can you dance?"

"Concubine..."

"Forget it, can you play the piano? This king is in a bad mood today, so I will play a song for this king." Ji Yang lifted his chin and looked at the guqin.

Ling Yu was reluctant. He always felt that he wanted to separate her from the brothel girl. He felt awkward, but she couldn't refuse.

"The concubine can play a song at will, and please don't dislike it." Ling Yu walked to the Guqin and sat down slowly.

As soon as she raised her hand, her slender white jade fingers covered the strings, and she tuned them lightly. The sound of the piano flowed out, sometimes tactfully and then quickly, raising her hands and landing, fluctuating people's hearts.

At the end of a song, the remaining sound curls up.

Ji Yang raised his hand, took the initiative to clap his hand, and praised, "The princess is really too modest. Compared with the musician in the palace, it is worse than that."

"The prince is absurd." Ling Yu retracted his hand and was stopped by Ji Yang as soon as he was about to get up. "The moonlight is good tonight. This king wants to hear the princess play the piano. I wonder if the princess would like it?"

"It's okay for the prince not to dislike it." Ling Yu sat down again and looked at him, saying that it was a lie in his heart that he was not throbbing.

Even if he hurt her thousands of times, when she licked the wound, the love for him would reappear again. The scene two years ago often appeared in her mind.

He is her husband, the heaven of her life.

The time they spend together is extremely precious to her.

"This king won't." Ji Yang smiled suddenly and said to her solemnly.

Ling Yu thought he looked so good when he smiled, like a warm sun. The corners of her mouth were not consciously stained with a smile.

The sound of the piano is pleasant, one after another.

"Sweet and greasy." Ji Yang bit a piece of pastry, frowned, and drank two cups of tea.

Ling Yu slowly got up, walked to him, raised his hand to help him pour the tea, and his outstretched hand was suddenly pulled.

With an exclamation, she fell into a firm embrace, Ling Yu's face suddenly changed, and her body suddenly stiffened.

Ji Yang was very close to her, stretched out her hand to encircle her waist, a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes were staring at him, her jaw was tightened, her index finger was stretched out, and her chin was lifted up, "Princess, it seems that you have not answered this king just now. The problem."

Ling Yu's palms were sweaty, his expression was nowhere to rest, "...what's the problem?"

"Married this king wronged you?" Ji Yang continued to look at her, the emotions in his eyes were meaningful.

Hearing that, Ling Yu gave a sudden chuckle in his heart, and subconsciously denied, "No, the prince has misunderstood."

"The king doesn't think he has misunderstood anything, but he feels that the princess has a lot of dissatisfaction with me." Ji Yang did not let go of her, but stretched out two fingers, clamped a strand of hair that fell from her, and played with it.

Ling Yu hung a tendon, he was clearly right, but he didn't dare to meet his eyes, his lips squirmed a few times, and finally squeezed out, "The prince thought too much."

"Oh?" Ji Yang's mouth twitched slightly, Zhuangruo said casually, "Wang Hao is sure?"

"The concubine is sure." Ling Yu's thoughts have been reduced, and he got up in his arms, "Whether it is the wedding night or the tea ceremony, the prince has the right not to do this, and the concubine cannot interfere with the prince's decision."

Regardless of grievances or complaints, it was her life. At the beginning, Ji Yang disagreed with this marriage. He had the right to refuse, and there was no reason to follow her.

The hand that the prince used to hook her hair was stiff. She didn’t seem to expect that she would say that. Faced with her clear beautiful eyes, she took her hand back and looked away. can speak."

"This is what the concubine thinks in her body and mind." Ling Yu lowered his eyebrows and answered him.

"As expected to be the princess of this king, broad-minded, dignified and virtuous."

Listening to what he said, Ling Yu's eyes were full of emotions, but his face was calm, and he stood up from him, "It's not early, and tomorrow is still early, so the prince should rest."

"Indeed." Ji Yang also stood up.

Ling Yu followed behind him and wanted to send him out. During the period, he said, "The queen mother sent three court ladies yesterday. The concubine was placed in Nanyuan. There are still vacant houses in Nanyuan. The dancers brought back by the prince were also placed. Over there."

Except for the day of drunkenness, Ji Yang has never stayed here, and she is also used to it.

No one wants to push her husband out, but she is a princess, and her husband is not an ordinary person, which is destined to be her exclusive use.

Not to mention that the relationship between the two is not good, but it is good. When the woman has inconvenience, there will always be someone to serve him and open up the branches and leaves for him.

"Are you in a hurry to drive this king away?" Ji Yang turned around, squinted his eyes, revealing a hint of danger.

"The concubine body doesn't mean this." Ling Yu quickly denied that he was about to walk toward the door? Is she wrong?

"This king can't rest here with the princess?" Ji Yang seemed to be on the bar with her, his steps changed, and he walked to the bedroom.

Ling Yu was stunned by his rising trend.

"Aren't you coming to wait on my king to change clothes?" Ji Yang's voice came from inside, her momentum was not small, she really couldn't figure him out, for fear that he would misunderstand him again, she hurriedly walked inside.

As a young woman, Ling Yu was a little clumsy when she was serving people. At this time, she was untying Ji Yang's belt and taking off his coat.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw her delicate eyebrows, close enough, and he could smell the faint scent of her.

The two lay flat on the bed, and no one spoke.

For the first time, Ling Yu slept on the same bed with him, who was conscious.

She bit her lower lip secretly, why did she talk so much just now? Ji Yang was clearly inspired by her.

As for Mother Xu’s repeated emphasis on taking the initiative to dedicate her life to assisting with pregnancy, her face turned red when she thought about it. How could she do such a lowly behavior?

Ji Yang, who was sleeping next to her, had already closed her eyes, and there was no movement, but in fact, she was not much calmer than her.

A heart throbs, her nose is full of breath, emotions are fluctuating, like a young man who is incomparably young.

Facing Ling Yu, he really is.

In the previous life, the two had no skin-to-skin relatives. After being imprisoned, they were deeply emotional but seriously ill. They were too guilty and thoughtless.

Ling Yu opened his eyes and stayed awake, not daring to make a big move to wake Ji Yang.

From Haishi to Zishi, the night is getting deeper and deeper.

Ling Yu's body was aching, holding her breath, and wanted to quietly turn over and move, but after moving twice, Ji Yang also followed her to turn over.

A pair of long hands stretched over and pressed against her waist. Then, she opened her eyes suddenly, and she fished the hand on her waist.

Ling Yu fell into his arms again.

Before he could react, his hands on her body moved a few times, and he hugged her with both hands and feet, completely using her as a pillow.

Sniffing here, where to sniff, the most excessive thing is to pinch.

"Master." Ling Yu quickly stopped him.

Ji Yang didn't open his eyes, frowned, with an unhappy expression, he hugged her a little bit tighter, and Ling Yu became stiff again.

She was hugged and uncomfortable, and gently pushed him, "Master?"

"Mother Queen." Ji Yang whispered, with a hint of grievance in his words, "Father, look at the words written by the son."

"Same as the emperor brother."

"Queen..."

...

He didn't know what dream he had, his tone was very hurt, and he spoke more and more quietly, letting go and shrinking himself.

There was distress in Ling Yu's eyes, but instead he took the initiative to step forward, his voice softened, stretched out his hand to hug him, and lightly patted his back.

Ji Yang hugged her again.

Her quiet voice fell in his ears, "At the bottom of the concubine's body and mind, the prince will always be the best."

No one can match him.

Ji Yang didn't speak, he held her tighter and tighter, Ling Yu didn't break free.

No dream for a night.

The second day.

The two woke up at the same time. Ji Yang looked at her, his pupils shrunk, and then looked at them. Although they were all dressed in shirts, they were intimate, and he was still surrounded by her, and his eyes were panicked.

Release suddenly.

Ling Yu also turned around, saw his clothes pulled up, and turned around again, "The concubine is waiting for the prince to wash and change his clothes."

After that, she looked at Ji Yang, thinking for a moment that she was wrong, and the other's ears were red?

"Yeah." He coughed lightly, pretending to be calm.

Ling Yu got out of bed and put on shoes, went to the door and called the maid to come in and began to wait.

Not only is it a duty to marry as a wife, to serve the husband, and to serve the in-laws, but the queen mother is in the palace, so she doesn't have to worry about it.

"The prince raises his hand."

"The concubine will wear it for you."

"The prince turned around."

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