It hurts all over my body, and there is nothing that doesn't hurt, and nothing seems to be growing on me alive.

I hummed and tried to move, but my throat was still dumb and my throat hurt but there was a slight discernible sound.

"Awake?"

I opened my eyes in shock, it was still dark, I sighed, closed my eyes, and listened, and there was another sound.

It was really him behind the warm and dry futon, leaning lightly behind his back and putting a hand on his waist, rubbing it again and again.

Is this before his birthday, when he was awakened on the couch, or is it back in a half-asleep night......

"If I sleep again, my birthday will be over, and I won't be able to eat it for me personally, but I will get up and eat with me. ”

"What hour?" I asked, snapping my eyes open, without a word. I tried to move again, but my upper body was fine and my waist was so sore that I grinned and inhaled.

grabbed his hand and bit it on his mouth, but there was a low laugh in his ear, as if he was enduring it but made people want to beat it in shame. Carrying me off the pillow and sitting on my lap, the candlelight on the small table beside the bedside was already lit.

The curtain that shook and folded beside the bed was not the color of last night, even the bedding on the bed had been changed, and he was wearing a crisp white undershirt, except for me, who had nothing wrapped in the quilt like last night. The back that was gently patted by him was not sweaty, and the light floral fragrance was all over the quilt.

"Didn't you go to the court? Why don't you tell me to wake up early......"

Grabbing the corner and peeking out of the tent, there was no one empty, but it wasn't necessarily when I was asleep.

"What do you do, what else can you do like this. The laughter rang in my ears, and I was so ashamed that I lowered my head and retracted into the quilt, and pressed my face against his chest behind my waist, and my steady heartbeat could soothe my heart, "At this time, you just sleep, I have other things, I like to hold you and watch you sleep." ”

"If you go to sleep again, it'll be the first day of junior high school. Complaining to hear his deeper laughter, tired of biting his ear, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick and kiss it, so frightened that I held my chest and didn't dare to move, and my fingertips trembled.

"It's not like I haven't fainted before, I'm afraid that if I can't eat you. Don't worry, I won't mess with you today, just accompany me to eat noodles. As he spoke, he had pulled the quilt, and I grabbed his shirt and leaned on it and was gently pushed away by his shoulder, and a soft black belly pocket hung on his chest, which was warm and not cool at all.

His hand ruffled my hair to one side and covered the red on my shoulders, and his fingers knotted at the back of my neck, which soon moved down my back to my waist. I looked at a delicate young red rose blooming like fire on the left chest, and the more delicate white stamens were hidden in the center of the flower, and a fluffy white □□ paw tentatively held down a corner, and two upturned pale pink cat ears in a small group of snow-white backs, and the lively cat tail seemed to be shaking.

I couldn't help but admire, "It's like that." ”

The dark eyes in front of me stared from my chest to my face, pressing my head close to my lips, "I drew it, thank you for the great gift you gave me today." ”

His face was as hot as burning, pushing his face and panting angrily, "Look at me to keep you in the future, wherever you go, I don't care about you." Such a lord can't afford ......"

"What about your word?" his words blocked my lips, which were still resentful, but there was a deep smile in my narrowed eyes.

With his mouth puffed out, he fiddled with his clothes and trousers, picked up the curtain and carried it from the bed to the soft couch, and a bowl of noodles was just placed on the couch table steaming hot, and the fragrance was overflowing. I pretended not to see the face that smiled behind the curtain and leaned as comfortably as I could.

It seems that since last night, I have started this kind of feeding life without sitting and not sitting, and I don't know how long his freshness will last. In addition to being sick, young couples are rarely like this, and when they are old, they want to spoil me like this, isn't he afraid that I will be pampered and proud?

The words disappeared after just thinking about it. I am happy to enjoy his warmth and thoughtfulness, he is not tired of enjoying it, and life becomes very beautiful and worth looking forward to.

It was only when I rested for a day and night, and as soon as the discomfort on my body had faded, I was entangled by him in my sleep in the afternoon of the next day.

I threatened to call someone to take him out, but he replied to me lightly that no one in the house dared except you, so he easily tore away the belly pocket that he had drawn with his own hands, and burned handfuls of unquenchable fires all over me, so that I could only cling to him tightly to redeem myself.

I resented and sank, and seemed to fall in love with this life in the warmth of winter day after day, and I loved this kind of sweat that was obviously crying and wanting to die, but it was like rain of sweat that was entangled with him.

He didn't understand why I cried every time, I didn't understand, the most primitive reaction was what it was, I couldn't explain it, I couldn't change it, I couldn't learn the strange name I used to see on TV, but luckily he never said what he wanted me to do to please him.

And it seemed to me that his reaction to every time he saw me crying like I was dying, and I knew he liked it. Even if he sometimes coaxed me to let the beads of sweat fall on my face, more often he became more indulgent, like a leopard with glowing eyes in the dark night, clearly with the most elegant posture, the body is too fierce and fast when hunting, no one can parry, and will always use all kinds of ways to force me to cry until my throat is hoarse and weak, and only gently soothes him in his arms.

Later, I woke up to find that the kind of panting that made people blush and heartbeat when they heard it, oh I would too, but he never said it. And the indulgence of the string of soft gasps was far more than I □□knew every time, until one late night he suddenly hugged me, put the movements very softly, and whispered in my ear to remind me to listen.

In the boundless darkness of the night, in a bed tent, only his body and my body grinded gently, and the only sound came from my mouth, as if responding to his every movement, echoing again and again, intermittently. I bit my lip violently, my nails hurt my palm, and I didn't let the slightest sound come out, and he tossed again, and I couldn't help but scream again, and fell on top of me, gasping and saying I have listened to it for more than 20 years, and you can't change it, so can I.

Yes, we have been married for nearly 30 years, and even if both of us are constantly changing, no one can change the original essence.

I have already obtained love, and I don't need to understand what kind of affection this is, as for marriage......

I forgot who said that there are three measures when you choose a marriage: profit, love, and sex. When you and the other person have both, you can stick with it and don't give up. Is that marriage in modern society? In this era, it seems that women do not choose to give up the power, but the interests seem to be more obvious.

Is there an interest between me and Yinzhen?

I know what my future will be and what I will be, it's just that I never expected it, it's just a part of our lives, there is no choice and no need to shy away. I can't bring him more benefits, I can only be by his side, and all I value about what he can give is that affection.

Love, I have it. As for the last point, hmm...... Very good.

The affairs of the future generations are left to the future generations to choose, I have lived in the present, so I will keep my marriage with peace of mind, and go on step by step with him, until one day I can't walk......

I spent days and days without dividing the time, and I lost count of the days. He got up before dawn and left, and sometimes before I woke up, he had stepped into the courtyard door, and when I woke up, I could see through the window the back in the dim wee hours of the morning or the court clothes and pearls walking towards the door under the sun and snow.

I haven't even gone out of the house, and I don't even get out of bed, I eat and sleep with him, and I always have a smile on my eyebrows when I can't stop talking, and even make me wonder if this man has changed sex, or someone has stolen one to me. It wasn't until one day that I followed him out of the courtyard and the gate of the house, and saw him standing in front of everyone without smiling and being dignified, that I believed that he was still the fourth master, the cold-faced Prince Yong who was afraid of being harmed and hiding.

My yard became quiet, no one came except a few girls, and when he came, no one reported or even heard the sound of greetings, just like when I left, I knelt on the edge of the bed to help him put on his coat and hat, he helped me to lie on his pillow and cover the quilt, imprinted a kiss on my lips and eyes, left a good sleep, and when I came back, I went quietly.

They sometimes laughed and said that I was younger and more beautiful than when I first returned home, and I was always laughing, and I threw them out of the house, and the whole person lay on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, and buried it, and there was always a faint smell of sandalwood on the pillow and the veil fluttering in the wind, lingering everywhere. Even on me, I can smell lightly, and I save zài all the time.

I was no longer so uncomfortable that I couldn't get out of bed as I had been a few days ago, and I was busy in the little kitchen he had added in the yard at some unknown time, always taking the trouble to think about the various things he used to make and turn them into dishes and dishes, watching him sit at the table or eat a little bit on the soft collapse when he came back, watching his thin face hurt my heart and take my body to enjoy the bliss of life day by day, and the clothes and accessories were more fitting and beautiful, and when I snuggled up to the pillow, I was more comfortable and warm. I also knew from his mouth and the eyes that always smiled when he picked him up and smiled that I was also a lot plumper, and I didn't see that I was thin and even my body was healthier than before.

At the end of the winter moon, there was another happy event in the house, not Yinzhen or his woman, but Hongshi.

The boy who was seventeen years old had already reached adulthood or was marrying in the Ming media in this era, but at this time he had no wife, but there were two concubines in the room, and Zhong was diagnosed with a pregnancy of more than a month.

I asked Yinzhen if it was time for Hongshi to marry a wife, but he nodded but didn't speak, so I didn't ask anymore.

A few days later, Kangxi set a date for marriage, and in February next year, Emperor Sun Hongshi married Dong E, the daughter of Shangshu Silda, as his wife.

Lan Si was very happy and thanked me again and again, I smiled and told her to go back and rest, just wait for the spring to bloom next year, happily be a mother-in-law, and wait to hold her grandson. Hongshi didn't have Lansi's joy, but followed her to kneel on the ground and thank me, since he was a child, he looked like he didn't care about everything, and his expression was even lighter. If he is like Yinzhen, there are always some similarities, but the appearance that makes people can't figure out his personality and temper always makes people can't get close, and he can't see which brother in the house he is good friends with and goes alone.

I began to prepare, and asked Li Fu to lead people to reorganize the courtyard of Hongshi and arrange the new house, thinking about the items needed to prepare gifts and return gifts, and when I was too busy to leave, I was actually announced into the palace by Kangxi.