The Way of Favors

When he returned to the palace, Xu Jin asked Fu Rong to make good preparations, and he would come to Fuyuanyuan for dinner.

Fu Rong didn't understand what he wanted her to prepare.

Isn't it just sleeping? Just come as he did a few days ago. Does he want her to dress up?

To be honest, although the two are newly married, because they have been together for so long in the previous life, Fu Rong now feels like a long-term husband and wife when getting along with Xu Jin. The only difference is that the way they get along has changed. For her, that kind of It's fine to just put things on the bed, how can we prepare?

But since Xu Jin said that, he was looking forward to tonight very much, and Fu Rong had to "prepare" with all his heart.

The first is dinner.

Concubine Shu Shu and Mother Wen told her what Xu Jin likes to eat. Fu Rong remembered it firmly, and ordered the kitchen to do it.

Seeing that it was getting dark soon, Fu Rong quickly took another hot bath and sat in front of the vanity mirror to dress up. It’s not good to be too deliberate. Fu Rong asked Mei Xiang to comb an ordinary bun, then picked a red agate beaded hairpin and inserted it into the bun. She just nodded or side her head, and under the hairpin was a bunch of rice grains. The red agate swayed, shining brightly, making her face more charming.

clothes……

Fu Rong turned out the red dress he wore that night in Dongfangfang. He had a big red neckline embroidered with peony flowers, a long red dress embroidered with golden phoenix patterns, and a pair of red satin embroidered shoes at his feet, with toes on both sides. Still topped a small and delicate silk flower. Since childhood, Fu Rong's embroidered shoes have been like this.

After she was dressed, she looked in the mirror in front of the full-length mirror, and Mei Xianglanxiang lowered their heads behind to hide their smile.

Fu Rong saw it, "You two don't have to laugh. You should get married in two years. Learn a little bit now and it will be useful in the future."

Mei Xiang blushed, Lan Xiangjiao replied: "The princess will make fun of us."

They are maids, they will marry in the future, and they will worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, so how can they play with them leisurely?

Looking at the two people who didn't care, Fu Rong was really worried. After marrying into the prefectural palace in the previous life, because she was in a bad situation, the two maids said that they would not marry anyone, and just wanted to stay by her side and serve. Later, when they arrived at King Su’s Mansion, Fu Rong herself had no suitable person for them. She was neither familiar with the front yard servant nor dared to call the shots without authorization, so the second daughter kept becoming an old girl.

Now she has a good relationship with Xu Jin. Over the past two years, she has paid close attention to the people in the front yard, and must give them a good marriage.

The little maids outside suddenly called the prince in unison.

Mei Xiang Lanxiang glanced at each other, without Fu Rong's command, retreated wisely, and ran into Xu Jin at the door. The two stepped back three steps, bowed their heads and waited for Xu Jin to come in before quickly stepping out of the house.

Fu Rong had already sat at the table and pretended to enjoy the flowers, and Lan Xiang specially picked a bottle of hibiscus for her. Knowing that Xu Jin was here, Fu Rong didn't look at him either. He focused on the hibiscus flower in front of him, completely forgetting himself.

Xu Jin knew she was pretending. It was obviously embarrassing to look at her in a red dress and then at the blushing face.

"Don't you like this flower very much?" He smiled and walked over, standing behind Fu Rong, leaning over and asking, his face almost touching her.

Fu Rong smelled the faint bamboo fragrance Xu Jin used to bathe.

She turned to look at him.

He didn't wear a big red robe, but a crimson robe was obviously chosen specially. He wears a jade crown, his long eyebrows are like ink paintings, and his phoenix eyes are like lacquer. He looks back at her faintly, as if soft light surges in his eyes. Gentle, that is also the waves that can drown her.

Being married, it is a blessing to be able to play and sound.

Fu Rong turned sideways, looked at Xu Jin up and down while he was standing upright, pulled the jade pendant around his waist, and lowered his head to play: "The prince asked me to prepare carefully. Why is the prince still dressed like a home?"

The red agate beads on her hair shook gently, Xu Jin stretched out his hand to help, and whispered: "My preparations are all under the clothes."

"you……"

Fu Rong shyly pushed him away, and walked out quickly.

Xu Jin did not rush to chase after him, he leaned over and smelled the two pink hibiscus flowers in the vase of Ru Kiln, his lips raised.

The dinner was set outside, and the little maidservants all stepped back after they arranged the dishes and chopsticks. As soon as Fu Rong sat down, Xu Jin followed, and took a seat next to her. As soon as she raised her hand, there was a red glaze on Fu Rong's table. Fine-necked gold flagon.

Seeing her frowning, Xu Jin explained in time: "This is fruit wine, it's not very exciting, it's just for fun."

As he said, he placed two small wine glasses in a juggling manner, poured it eighty full by himself, and moved one to Fu Rong: "Don't believe it, try it."

The faint scent of wine mixed with the attractive fruity aroma of pomegranate, and Fu Rong smelled it and believed it for the most part, but still shook his head and said: "The prince can drink by himself. I don't know how to drink, and I feel dizzy when I drink." After feeding my daughter a big mouthful of red, my head was a little dizzy on the night table.

"If you don't drink, I will feed you." Xu Jin picked up his wine glass and put it in front of his lips, staring at Fu Rong's lips.

His eyes burned, and Fu Rong knew that he dared to speak and did it, biting his lip and said, "Then only drink this cup, and the prince must not bully anymore."

Xu Jin said in a low voice.

Fu Rong had no choice but to hold up the wine glass, cover his face with his sleeve, and smash it.

Xu Jin laughed and said, "You are so bold, and people who don't know think you have a good drink." He let her drink, but he didn't say that he must finish it in one breath.

Fu Rong was shocked by the mellow aroma of wine in his mouth. It really didn't choke his throat. It was sour and sweet with a bit of astringency. It was delicious.

She couldn't help looking at the slender flask.

Xu Jin smiled and poured her another glass, this time it was nine minutes full.

His mind was seen through, and Fu Rong blushed. He didn't touch the wine for the time being. He raised his chopsticks to pick Xu Jin's food first: "Master, let's use the rice first."

Xu Jin nodded and lifted the chopsticks in his hand, still keeping his eyes on her face.

After being stared at him continuously, Fu Rong gradually couldn't eat it anymore. His beautiful eyes glared at him, and the meaning was self-evident.

Xu Jin bowed his head to eat, and after Guangli saw Fu Rong took another sip of wine, he secretly looked forward to her reaction tonight.

At the end of dinner, a bottle of fruit wine, the two were almost half divided.

Fu Rongxiao blushed, and she felt hot herself. After washing herself, she stood in front of the mirror and complained softly about the man over there who was still washing her face: "It's all to blame for you. I don't have enough alcohol. You see what my blush is. That's it."

Xu Jin wiped her face, walked behind her and hugged her, rubbed her face against her, and looked at the girl in the mirror and said: "It's because you drink too much alcohol. You see why my face is not red. Besides, I just plan to It’s your own glutton who gave you a drink."

Fu Rong stared at the two people in the mirror.

They are all red clothes, his face is like a crown, and her face is like a peach blossom.

The eyes of the two met in the mirror and looked at each other for an unknown period of time. The man suddenly looked away, turned his head slowly, and put his lips on her temples.

Fu Rong uncontrollably tilted his head slightly, and the man looking in the mirror kissed the girl. He closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes added concentration and tenderness to him. He kissed her ears, and kissed the girl who curled her neck to hide. She couldn't avoid it. She couldn't help holding his clothes to prevent him from falling down. Then he kissed her ears. Kiss her neck and pull her skirt away.

Looking at the mirror, Fu Rong felt dizzy that the girl inside was familiar. Her face is exactly like hers, her shoulders are as round as hers, her waist is as slender as hers, and her legs are the same slender. The girl was so beautiful, Fu Rong couldn't turn her eyes, because she knew that it was not her, she didn't feel ashamed, until the man suddenly stood up straight from behind her, until his chin rested on her shoulder and met his eyes again. Fu Rongcai finally woke up from the strange feeling of wandering beyond the sky.

After waking up, and looking at the scene in the mirror, Fu Rong was more than just his face, his body was peachy.

The clothes were all on the ground. She couldn't hide it. She wanted to escape, but was stopped by the man aggressively. She looked into the mirror and asked her, "Why don't you look at it?"

He held his hands behind his back and his waist was clamped by him. Fu Rong could only close his eyes, showing no self-confidence: "Lord, don't say anything, I..."

"Dongnong is so beautiful, you look at it yourself." Xu Jin whispered in her ear, his eyes wondering whether to look in the mirror or look at her.

Fu Rong bit his lip, struggling to escape.

The girl in the mirror was really trembling with flowers. Xu Jin breathed tightly. Without hesitation, he bent over and picked him up, and went to the bed.

The gauze tent fell, she was drunk for wine, he was drunk for others.

Fu Rong closed his eyes, as if falling into that dream again.

The gentleness is like water, wherever it falls, it brings a little moisture, like a spring rain falling on the ground, gently tossing and turning, awakening the seeds buried underneath. The seed sprouted little by little and broke out of the soil. She screamed with joy because of it, and then the rain moved to another place to call out the flower seeds that hadn't awakened there.

All the seeds germinated, and the spring rain dissipated. Feeling lost, Fu Rong felt another power.

As if the seedlings are working hard to grow, the shoots turn into green leaves, and the rhizomes grow strong, exploring the depths of the soil.

It started slowly, but then I probably saw the sunlight buried in the ground and looked for it all at once.

Fu Rong opened his eyes abruptly.

Face Xu Jin's sweaty face.

She looked at him and wanted to tell him about the weird dream just now, but he first said hoarsely: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Rong stared at him blankly, why did it hurt? And his eyebrows, why are they frowning, seeming to endure some pain?

She wanted to speak, but what wafted out was a soft wind-like sound, so coquettish and charming, with seemingly non-existent requests.

"Lord..."

She wanted to ask what was going on, his shoulders suddenly moved up, and she moved with him to the head of the bed in shock and uncontrollably, and then moved back with him.

She covered her mouth and finally understood what had happened.

Xu Jin looked at her misty eyes, still a little uneasy, bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand: "Do you feel uncomfortable talking densely?"

It didn't mean that Fu Rong shook his head or nodded.

She refused to say, Xu Jin still stared at her moist eyes and moved up like just now.

There was a soft cry from under her palm.

The sweat dripped from Xu Jin's forehead, and he moved her hand aggressively, continuing his gentleness.

If she is uncomfortable, she will speak, and if she does not speak, she will indulge.