My money-loving little lady

In the evening, after bidding farewell to Gu Qiqi, who had always been suspicious, Jing Rongyao heard the noise outside before sitting on the hot stool. It seemed that Fu Jinchen was back. In the past few days, she had already known that Fu Jinchen was about to go out to lead the army.

News. But in detail, there has been no specific communication and exchange between the two of them. Thinking of this, Jing Rongyao couldn't help but feel a little unexpected emotion.

As the movement outside got closer and closer, Jing Rongyao's heart was beating loudly. With a crash, Fu Jinchen opened the door and entered the house tiredly.

"What's wrong? You don't seem to be in a good condition."

"It's okay. I thought I could stay in the capital for a few more days to accompany you. Your Majesty issued a decree today, asking me to go to Jiulong Mountain to join the local army immediately tomorrow. The troops your Majesty sent to follow today are ready. Tomorrow your Majesty will

They will see us off outside the city gate.

Jing Rongyao had already guessed this, and after hearing the client say it again in front of her, she still felt a little knotty in her heart. She was stunned for a moment, and within a few seconds she pretended to smile and said, "This is also a good thing.

After all, the fighting on the frontline is tight. What could happen if you go later? I am only worried that if you go to the Northern Desert, there will be no one to take care of you in the army, and you don't know martial arts, even if you have Ling Yun Xuanzhao by your side.

I can't protect you even if the battlefield is dangerous." As she spoke, Jing Rongyao murmured to herself while sewing the clothes in her hands. She didn't notice that Fu Jinchen behind her hugged her and suddenly fell into a trap.

Jing Rongyao's body instantly stiffened when he was hugged heavily. Then, she also felt her head heat up and made a somewhat absurd move. She directly put down the sewing clothes in her hands and hugged the man in front of her.

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Under the dim candlelight, the woman's trembling voice was slightly reflected. "You must not die. Promise me, if you die..."

"Don't worry Yao'er, if I die, you don't have to be a widow for me, just find someone..."

"What? What are you thinking? Do you think that if you die, I will die with you?" At this moment, the person in his arms suddenly sat up, and she was staring at her affectionately.

He opened his eyes and said to Fu Jinchen with an expression of disbelief, "I will not be a loyal widow. If you die, I will scream at my emperor uncle and let him give me a title.

What kind of official job is this? Well, I have both money and an official position, and I don’t need to serve a man. Oh my, my life will take off in the second half of my life."

"Uh..." Fu Jinchen already knew that the wife he married had a strange mind, but he didn't expect that she would be so big-hearted. "What, why, don't you care about me?"

"Of course I care about you. Look, I have prepared all these things for you in advance, including linings, chest protectors, and insoles. I also have a change of clothes and daily necessities in the army. I have prepared them for you.

In fact, I originally wanted to prepare an extra armor for you, but I don't know if the army has any rigid requirements, such as what kind of armor to wear. So I thought, I'd better not cause you any trouble." As she said that, she

He regained his smiling and careless look, stood up, and fell down on the bed. "You don't need to pack. I have packed all your luggage today. Go to bed early. You will have to get up early tomorrow."

What?"

As she said that, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Although Fu Jinchen next to her looked disappointed, looking at the neatly folded packages beside her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in her heart.

"At least, she still has me in her heart." Then he thought of what Cheng Fengjing said to him in the palace after the court.

"We will eventually get back what belongs to us step by step."

He frowned slightly and looked out the window at the dark night, "Yes, Feng Jing, we will eventually get back what belongs to us."

Afterwards, he went to bed contentedly and gently hugged Jing Rongyao who was sleeping.