The Way of Favors

On the second day of a newly-married couple, Xu Jin and Fu Rong naturally had to worship, they just had to go to the palace.

Because the emperor wanted to reign early, and there was another hour after the early reign to deal with government affairs, Xu Jin didn't feel anxious. After waking up, he had a terrible headache. Knowing that it was the result of being drunk last night, Xu Jin raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, lay quietly for a while, and then went to hug his wife next to him.

When he was with Fu Rong in his previous life, he didn't feel that he liked her much. Later, after going on the expedition for more than half a year, occasionally he would miss her at night, thinking about the feeling of having someone sleeping next to him, even after rebirth.

When they met, Xu Jin opened his eyes and laughed unconsciously before seeing anyone.

Fu Rong lay with her back to him. Because she was uncomfortable, she woke up as soon as Xu Jin put her hands on her, but she was too lazy to care about him and still pretended to sleep.

Xu Jin didn't know what she was thinking, so he leaned gently and raised his arms to look at her.

It was dawn outside, and the gauze tent was still a little dim, but this did not make Xu Jin see his wife's pale face, as if she had become thin and haggard overnight, and her fine eyebrows were slightly frowning, making people distressed for no reason.

The smile at the corner of Xu Jin's mouth froze.

Some scenes suddenly surfaced last night.

He vaguely remembered her crying, and leaned on the door panel and kept grabbing him. Xu Jin felt a little pain at first, but he liked the first time she gave him so much. He liked the tears she shed because of him. He was even more shocked at her body that made him more unable to stop than in the memory, so he didn't stop. . And he remembered that she was not very comfortable when the two were together in the last life. She liked it after a long time. He thought it was the same now, and then...

He forgot everything, only what she gave in his mind.

Did he ask for too much and she was tired?

Xu Jin felt pity, and slowly sat up, trying to leaning over to kiss her.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a dark red on the bedding next to the gauze tent, which was very obvious on a pink peony embroidery table.

Xu Jin froze.

Is that red, blood?

Xu Jin couldn't help but look down at her. He was covered by Jin's body. He stretched out his hand to lift the quilt and took a peek.

Xu Jin spread his hands, with faint blood marks on them. He looked at the foot of the bed. There was a tufted veil to pick her up. Afterwards, he seemed to grab the veil and wipe both of them. At this time, the veil, which was originally snow-white, was covered with patches of red.

Xu Jin's face turned pale all of a sudden. Regardless of the possibility of waking her up, Xu Jin pulled off the two quilts. She was wearing pajamas, and she woke up clearly last night, but the mattress that had not been changed was blood-stained.

Did she... Did he hurt her?

With the thoughts, Xu Jin's heart hung up and looked at Fu Rong quietly. Seeing that she was sleeping deeply, he moved his hands. After hesitating, he slowly turned her back, then carefully took off her pajamas, staring nervously at her. Fu Rong.

Fu Rong remained motionless, so he could have a look. In the next few days, she had an excuse not to ask him to touch him. She wants to coax Xu Jin to pet her, but she wants a man’s heart, not just to cater to her. When she has a reason to be angry, she should not be angry. When a man has a guilty conscience, she should not take the opportunity to tell him what’s wrong. Things to do.

Over there Xu Jin saw Fu Rong's wounds clearly, and then looked at the spots of blood on the bedding, distressed and regretted.

Whether it was when he didn't like her in his previous life or was angry with her in this life, he never thought of hurting her. She is just a ruthless woman who is a little calculating. How can he be like a man who has no power to bind her. The girl is rough? But now, when he wanted to coax her, when he repeatedly promised to be good to her, he hurt her like this. He couldn't imagine what he thought in his heart when she got up to clean up last night.

When he pinched her nail mark, she hated her to scratch her back, now...

If you catch him a few times, you can calm down. Xu Jin caught her without complaint, but he knew that Fu Rong would not easily forgive him this time.

After a good wedding night, Xu Jin repented and looked at the pale girl, and put her pants on again. He glanced at the blue marks on her long white legs, Xu Jin regretted it more and more, wishing that time went back to last night, he would rather not end up like this.

Once she was dressed, Xu Jin was hesitating what to do, and suddenly caught a glimpse of her waking up.

Xu Jin looked at her sideways, his eyes uneasy.

Fu Rong stared at him and turned away blankly.

"Deep, I didn't mean it last night." Xu Jin hurriedly chased after him. When he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of tears streaming down from her long, thin and curled eyelashes, one by one, one by one. String, just like that silently crying, without any complaints, let him know the infinite grievances in her heart.

Xu Jin really regretted it, and felt that it was useless to explain. He was silent for a moment, and turned the person around her shoulders. While helping her to wipe the tears, he softly admitted that he was wrong: "I was wrong. I drank too much alcohol last night. Hold it back. I know you have been wronged, you said, how can I apologize before you will forgive me?"

Fu Rong ignored him, tears continued, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly in his arms.

Xu Jin looked at her pitifully, with a headache and helplessness.

Knowing that she was born again, he could hardly tell whether her tears were true or not. Only this time, he had no doubt.

"Don't cry, I really didn't mean it." Xu Jin bowed his head to eat her tears, knowing he was wrong, and was willing to say anything in order to coax her, "I was fascinated by ghosts last night, don't be afraid of it. I will never hurt you again. I will listen to you what you say at night. If you don't like standing, I won't force you again, okay?"

Fu Rong still didn't speak, but his tears gradually stopped.

Xu Jin quietly breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed against her wet face, "Don't cry, I will feel uncomfortable when you cry."

The ghost believes his sweet words!

Fu Rong turned to avoid him.

Xu Jin didn't turn her face away, and her voice became softer: "Dongdong, you talk, you can tell me, I will accept whatever you punish me."

Fu Rong's tears fell again. Just when Xu Jin thought she was going to punish him, she opened her eyes, tearfully complaining: "I hurt..."

His appearance was pitiful, and his voice was even more pitiful. Xu Jin's eyes were inexplicably sour, afraid of being noticed by her. He pressed the person into his arms and kissed her on the head: "I know, I promise you that there will never be another next time. You believe me, there really won’t be another time."

Fu Rong finally cried out loudly, and hit him like venting with one hand, "I told you to stop and you won't listen to me... I can't walk because of the pain, but you sleep so soundly, you don't have me in your heart. Those who coaxed me before marriage, what a long life, I almost died of pain last night..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Xu Jin said everything to her, except that he didn't want to hear her mention to death, covering her mouth to look at her, "Nongnong will live a hundred years old, and live a long life with me."

Fu Rong looked at him, suddenly grabbed his hand and bit his wrist, biting hard, and there was a smell of blood in his mouth.

Xu Jin looked at her gently, the harder she was, the bigger the smile on his mouth.

If he is willing to bite him, he is willing to forgive.

"Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, you are not allowed to touch me. If I am not well after the Mid-Autumn Festival, you are still not allowed to touch me!" Abandoning his hand, Fu Rong turned around and hated her punishment.

"Okay, I won't touch you until you get better." There are still seven days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Xu Jin didn't even think about it. He promised very happily. He turned over to face her and asked kindly: "Is there anything else? ?"

Fu Rong glared at him, closed his eyes and said: "I am very angry with the prince now. Unless necessary, the prince should not talk to me."

"Then when did you calm down?" She was childish again, and Xu Jin touched her long hair funny.

Fu Rong thought for a while and whispered: "I don't know, anyway, I will take the initiative to talk to the prince when I lose my breath. I didn't take the initiative to talk to the prince, so the prince should not bother me."

Is it calm to take the initiative to talk to him?

Xu Jin continued to respond happily, "Is there a third punishment?"

Fu Rong deliberately tested Xu Jinken's bottom line for indulging her. After being bored for a while, he looked at him and said: "The prince likes to stand so much. Tonight, I will give the prince a piece of incense. The prince will stand at the door and sleep after the fragrance?"

Xu Jin frowned, and Fu Rong secretly said that it was bad. As soon as he was about to reveal this, he heard him ask: "I only stood for a stick of incense last night?"

Fu Rong was stunned before he understood what Xu Jin meant, and couldn't help but grab the pillow and hit him. She was dying of pain at that time, and then she fainted. How long does she remember how long he tossed? He said that he was a prince, but he was too short?

Xu Jin laughed lowly and obediently smashed her. When she smashed enough, he put the pillow and lay down, holding her hand and kissing: "Okay, stand a stick of incense and a stick of incense. Who will let me take care of it? "

He even agreed to the punishment, Fu Rong was a little more satiated, and realized that the man was kissing her, and quickly retracted: "You promised not to touch me!"

Xu Jin was stunned: "You can't even touch your hands?" He thought it was just forbidden to have sex...

Fu Rong didn't speak, only silently brewing tears, and soon there were tears in his eyes again.

Xu Jin was gone, wanted to touch her head, stretched it halfway and put it back, and stood up and said, "I'm going to the palace to greet you later, I'll see how they are preparing. You can sleep for a while, before you leave I'll call you."

Fu Rong nodded, pulled the quilt and turned inside.

Xu Jin was actually reluctant to leave, and looked at her messy blue silk scattered on the pillow, regretting again last night.

If she didn't hurt her, I could probably do it again this morning...