Paid Chapter (15 points)

107. Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son

There were only a few days left before the wedding, in order to facilitate the familiarization of the wedding process, Jian Ling and Xia both lived in the palace, and Moore and Jade were arranged by Jian Ling in a hotel near the palace.

Just in case, both Moore and Jade have changed their appearances, ordinary people can't recognize their true identities, plus they rarely go out, stay in their rooms all day, and the possibility of encountering danger is very low, Jian Ling is quite relieved about the two of them. In comparison, Nick's goods are much more of a headache.

Not only did he stare at a **** face, but he also ran out to go shopping and play when he was fine, saying that it was rare to come back to Biyunxing, and he must buy more special products to bring back to his father and brothers.

Nine times out of ten, the aborigines on Biyun Star are all aristocratic families, and none of them are easy to mess with, in order to avoid Nick from causing any unnecessary trouble, Jian Ling had to let Jade and Moore accompany him out to see him don't cause trouble. And repeatedly told her that if you find something wrong, remember to notify her immediately.

Jian Linggang and Moore learned on the phone that the three of them were shopping outside the mall, and they were sure that there was no problem, so they hung up the phone.

She looked at the time, and it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Today, Xia went out in order to expose the identity of the prince, and it is estimated that she will not come back until very late, and before leaving, she specially asked her not to wait for him to have dinner together. Just as she was about to have dinner brought to her, the maid came and told her that His Majesty the Emperor had invited her to share dinner.

Jian Ling changed his clothes and went to the restaurant to dine with His Majesty the Emperor and Feng Han.

His Majesty the Emperor said: "Xia went out to run errands today, leaving you alone at home, Akan was worried that you would have no appetite to eat alone, so I asked me to invite you too." Akan has been a good and careful child since he was a child, and he is really interested in your sister-in-law, and he will become a family in the future, but he must get along well. ”

Jian Ling smiled and nodded, and swept over Feng Han, who was sitting opposite, and saw that he was also looking at himself, so he immediately looked away again, as if he didn't see anything.

The dinner was very harmonious, and His Majesty the Emperor would occasionally ask Jian Ling about her recent physical condition and ask her to take good care of herself. Originally, he still had some doubts about Jian Ling, his daughter-in-law, but since the incident of the Jian family, he changed his opinion of her.

However, in just a few days, the entire Jian family was uprooted, and this woman's methods were even more powerful than imagined. There is such a person as the eldest princess, which can be regarded as adding a boost to the eldest son, because the more he looks at her, the more pleasing he is.

Jian Ling kept smiling, occasionally answering a few words, and the response was very decent.

Seeing the generosity of his father-in-law and daughter-in-law, Feng Han continued to remain silent, he poured himself the fifth glass of wine, squinted his eyes and slowly drank it all.

Half an hour later, the meal was finished, and His Majesty the Emperor put down his knife and fork and left the dining room, surrounded by a group of maids.

Jian Ling also stood up and was about to turn around and leave, but Feng Han suddenly grabbed his wrist.

She frowned and looked at him drunk: "Let go." ”

Instead of letting go, he pulled it tighter, as if he was coquettish, raised his crimson face, and his eyes were full of hazy mist: "You are mine, I won't let go." ”

Seeing him playing a scoundrel by getting drunk, Jian Ling grabbed his tiger's mouth with his other hand and pressed it hard.

His face was distorted in pain, but he still didn't let go, like a child who couldn't get candy, and looked at her stubbornly: "Don't get married, okay?" ”

Seeing that he didn't let go, Jian Ling picked up a knife casually and stretched it to his neck: "I don't want to see blood here, please respect yourself." ”

But he completely ignored the blade that clinged to his carotid artery, and still insisted on repeating the sentence: "Don't marry my brother." ”

The blade was so hard that it cut through the skin and spilled a few traces of blood, but he still didn't mean to let go.

Seeing that he was soft and hard, Jian Ling's temper also came up, threw away the knife, grabbed his arm, and slammed it hard. I only heard a muffled sound of card rubbing, and the bones of his hand were broken by her, and the pain made his face pale and drenched in cold sweat, although he still refused to let go, but his body did not obey the call, and the arm that lost the control of the nervous system hung down softly.

Jian Ling got out smoothly, quickly withdrew from the safe distance, and looked coldly at Feng Han, who was lying on the table with weak breath: "You should be glad that I am pregnant now, if this matter had been a few years ago, I would have broken all the bones in your body into sections." Don't provoke me, set yourself on fire, you should go to someone else, I'm not your prey. ”

With that, she turned away without looking back.

Feng Han, who was still lying on the dining table, slowly lowered his eyelashes, obviously his arm hurt half to death, but his obsession with Jian Ling increased. He sighed helplessly: "I want you so much, I really want to get your ......"

Jian Ling returned to the room, lay on the bed and watched a movie for a while, then took a shower, and checked some information on the Internet, and when she went offline, it was already more than eleven o'clock, but Xia had not come back yet.

She yawned, slipped into the covers, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When she slept in a daze, the door was gently pushed open, and someone walked to the bed and kissed her secretly.

She hadn't slept deeply, but she woke up all of a sudden, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Xia who hadn't had time to take off her coat. She rubbed her eyes and smelled the wine in his mouth, and she asked angrily, "Have you drunk?" ”

"Well, I've had some drinks with the generals," he helped her pull the shredded hair from her forehead behind her ear, and pressed the quilt for her, "You sleep well, I'll go take a bath." ”

Jian Ling nodded, and closed his eyes again under his gaze.

Xia took off her clothes, took a hot shower in the bathroom, washed off the smell of alcohol, and walked out comfortably in her pajamas. He touched his hungry stomach, glanced at Jian Ling, who was still asleep on the bed, and walked out of the bedroom lightly, intending to find something to eat to fill his stomach.

He drank a lot of wine with those generals today, which was regarded as a reparation for the concealment of all these years, drank two catties of white gan, and hardly ate much food and rice, and when he came back, his stomach was soon hungry again.

He took out a few pieces of sliced bread from the refrigerator, and in order not to make a sound, he didn't even need to heat it, and just ate it with boiled water.

"Summer ......"

Hearing the voice, he was holding a piece of bread that had eaten most of it in his mouth, and when he looked back to follow the sound, he saw Jian Ling standing at the door with his eyes half-open. He quickly swallowed the bread in his mouth: "Why are you up?" Did I make a noise with you? ”

Jian Ling walked over, looked at the dry bread and boiled water in his hand, frowned slightly, and swept the bread crumbs at the corner of his mouth, feeling warm for no reason.

She reached out to help him wipe the bread crumbs off the corner of his mouth, and didn't ask him why he was gnawing bread here, just turned around silently, went to the refrigerator and took out a bag of somen noodles he had made a few days ago, took it to the kitchen and cooked a big bowl, scalded a few greens, and boiled two poached eggs. She stacked them and brought them to him, "Eat." ”

This was the first time Xia saw Jian Ling cooking in person, and he couldn't help but stare at the noodle soup in front of him in a daze, hesitating whether to eat a small bite and freeze it and store it, or not eat a bite and freeze it as a whole.

The noodle soup made by his daughter-in-law, even if he doesn't eat it, he feels fluttering just by looking at it.

Jian Ling looked at him and didn't move his chopsticks, and couldn't help urging: "If you don't eat it again, it's mushy, don't waste food." ”

He looked at his daughter-in-law, and then at the noodle soup, but in the end, he couldn't match his daughter-in-law's super invincible cute expression that seemed indifferent but was actually concerned, picked up his chopsticks, and ate his head down.

It seemed that he was really hungry, so Jian Ling went to help him cook a cup of hot milk and put it in his hand: "If it's not enough, I'm helping you cook some." ”

In her previous life, she had always lived alone, she didn't like outsiders to step into the room casually, and she didn't even invite ordinary part-time workers. Occasionally, when she is in a good mood and has free time, she will make instant noodles into boiled noodles, or scrambled egg fried rice casually, the taste is average, and it is all a spice for life.

Seeing Xia eating with relish, even Jian Ling, who knew that his cooking skills were very average, couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and sit next to him and watch him eat.

In just a few minutes, a large bowl of noodles was completely wiped out, and even the soup base was cleaned up by Xia Tian.

He put the rice bowl on the table and wiped his mouth: "It's delicious!" ”

"Really? Since then, I will cook noodles for you every day and keep them until you want to vomit. ”

He drank the hot milk and burped his belly: "Hehe, don't say it's noodles, even if it's a blade of grass, as long as it's cooked by my daughter-in-law, I won't get tired of it for the rest of my life." ”

"You should be poor!" As he spoke, Jian Ling picked up the dishes and chopsticks and was about to scrub them, but he intercepted them halfway.

"The hard daughter-in-law cooks, this kind of rough work of washing dishes should be left to the small one," he grinned and went to the kitchen to scrub with the dishes and chopsticks.

Jian Ling raised his head and yawned, slowly returned to the bedroom, rolled into the bed and continued to sleep.

It didn't take long for Xia to follow in.

As soon as he pressed the quilt, Jian Ling rolled over and rolled into his arms.

Rub and sleep.

Sweet dreams.

Soon it was the day of the official wedding, and the identity of the eldest prince was officially exposed, and when the whole country knew that the heroic and invincible general of the god of war was actually the mysterious eldest prince, the whole country was in an uproar. But compared to the identity of the eldest prince, people obviously pay more attention to this prosperous wedding, the noble eldest prince married a woman from a down-and-out family, this realistic version of Cinderella fairy tale, I don't know how many young girls are envious, even many married women are smacking their tongues about it, and they have stretched their necks and waited for the live broadcast, be sure to see how this lucky "Cinderella" looks.

In order to prepare for this wedding, the royal family has put a lot of effort into it, which is not only amazing, but also huge. The nobles of the Welsh Empire, both large and new, came from all over the country, as well as parliamentarians and the military department, and sent important people to attend the wedding.

On the day of the wedding, many foreign friends even sent congratulatory messages, wishing the young couple a happy life.

As the heroine of this wedding, Jian Ling was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, stepping on a red cashmere carpet, and was slowly dragged by her brother to Xia's side amid the blessings of everyone.

When her brother put her hand in Natsu's hand, she raised her head slightly and smiled faintly at him.

Since then, holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son, birth, old age, sickness and death, and being with the son.

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