Soon after the golden boy left, Jing'er went to the clean room to wash, the warm water was smooth and creamy, the mist was covered with jade, and there was some movement outside, it was the subordinate who helped Jiang Ji back.

Jiang Ji has always been serious, the children of the same age in Beijing are a little scared of him, and the only few friends are also with him in general temperament, not like the golden boy when he got married by a group of fox friends and dog friends who were drunk and couldn't cave the room, he only ordered to the end, and each table toasted a glass, which was the kind of small wine glass, and a few brothers helped him block, except for the pot from the golden boy, he didn't drink much tonight.

He didn't dare to drink too much, he hadn't calmed down his little wife's emotions yet, if he got drunk and didn't choose what to say, and then upset her, I'm afraid I'll have to sleep on the floor tonight.

When Jing'er heard Jiang Ji coming back, she felt a little strange in her heart, and refused to go out in the clean room, but she was reminded that it would be wrinkled if she soaked again, so she put on her clothes and went out.

Jiang Ji sat by the window and stroked his forehead and closed his eyes to recuperate, he had already drunk the sobering soup, he was a little sleepy at this time, but he couldn't sleep, he had something to do tonight.

Hearing the movement behind the screen, Jiang Ji opened his eyes, blinked a few times before regaining a bit of clarity, and saw a hibiscus out of the water.

This is Jiang Ji's first time to see her lazy appearance in her cloak, which time did he see her in the past when she was not gorgeous and beautiful, he thought that some people in Beijing said that she looked average, but the gold and jade were piled up and were dazzling, he just sneered in his heart at the time, have you ever seen her face to the sky? Which of the nobles in Beijing is not a splendid pile, they all wear cloth clothes and hairpins, and there may not be anyone who looks good. Sure enough, now that she has washed all the lead, she is clearly delicate and graceful, where is the average.

Jing'er was uncomfortable with him, her hands were hidden in her sleeves and she quietly pulled up her collar, Jiang Ji noticed her small movements, she was also a little uncomfortable, she opened her eyes, and soon moved to her face again, newlyweds always have to talk.

"The golden boy came looking for you tonight? Did you scold me for being a bastard, but you two brothers and sisters got together and said bad things about me for a long time? ”

He is not a person who can laugh, he tries his best to decorate the effect of easy teasing at the moment, but how stiff he listens, if it is Jiang Jun, he is afraid that he will already have a hippie smile and say good things to coax people.

Jing'er was better at talking than him, sat on the edge of her dressing table, turned her back to him and asked her subordinates to help her wipe her hair, and replied to him easily: "Of course my brother is going to scold you, you let his baby sister be wronged, who does he scold if he doesn't scold you?" But I didn't scold you, and I said a lot of nice things about you. ”

Jiang Ji looked at her beautiful back and chuckled, got up and walked behind her, let the subordinate retreat, took the cotton towel that dried her hair, and gently wiped her hair, he had never done such a thing, but he himself had long hair, and he wiped his own hair after washing his hair, but as a man, his hair was rough, and he kneaded it and tied it up casually, unlike a woman's soft and flowing hair, and she had to comb all kinds of buns, and her ex-wife cherished her hair very much, and she had to comb it carefully every night before going to bed, and gently tied it behind her head with a hairband, if he accidentally pressed it when he slept together, She must push him away and free her hair.

In his hand was his new wife's hair around his fingers, but he thought of another person in his mind, Jiang Ji hurriedly dispersed his ex-wife's voice and smile, thinking about her at this time, it really shouldn't be.

Jing'er could feel his caution, a little shy and considerate of his tenderness, but soon thought about whether he had wiped his hair for another person in the past.

"Let them come, you go wash too, this body smells of wine and meat."

Jiang Ji let go, took his clothes and went to the clean room, and a few maids such as lotus seeds and pomegranate flowers followed, Jiang Ji stopped them: "You don't have to come, I don't need someone to take a bath, and it will be the same in the future, you can serve the county lord well." ”

A few maids said yes, and when they saw Jiang Ji enter the clean room alone, they returned to Jing'er's side, and said hello to the master with a smile, "I have long heard that the prince is clean and self-conscious, and it is really not a fake, the county lord can rest assured." ”

Jing'er is noncommittal, is it good to clean herself, he can calculate it, but no matter how clean he is, he has already married a wife and accepted a concubine, how can she have no pimples in her heart, and now she has to comfort herself, I am not born, I am married, she was born late, if she is his first wife, or a pair of fairy couples.

Most of the county lord's mansion is filled in by Jing'er from the palace, and some of the Jiang family's subordinates are filled in, but the main courtyard is only Jing'er's people, and the two maids given by Mrs. Wang.

After the death of Mrs. Xianshizi, Jiang Ji lived in the front yard, originally the subordinates of Mingyutang were all serving the Ping family, after the death of the Ping family, some of those people followed Chenxi to the main courtyard, some followed Jiang Dingnan, and the remaining some stayed in Mingyutang, in short, they did not follow Jiang Ji. There were also a few sprinkler maids in the study living room in Jiang Ji's front yard, but none of them were close to the court, and they didn't bring the county lord's mansion, Mrs. Wang didn't know whether she couldn't trust the people in the palace, or she couldn't trust this new daughter-in-law, so she stuffed two maids into the main courtyard of the county lord's mansion, so that Jing'er vomited before she passed the door.

It's stuffed, Jing'er doesn't bother to take care of them, Xinhe sent them to do some chores, and they couldn't enter the new room easily, like tonight's vigil errand, naturally Jing'er's henchmen came to do it, and the two were sent to sleep in the next room early.

Jiang Ji has been in the army for many years, eating and washing are in battle mode, Jing'er only felt that he heard a sound of water, and he came out, washing so quickly, I don't know if it was clean.

These words were on the lips of the old husband and wife, and she was not easy to say, but she lowered her eyes and let the maid apply ointment to her skin care.

Jiang Ji didn't urge her, sat on the edge of the bed, touched the bed to see if it was soft, swept aside all the longan lotus seeds on the bed, made all the preparations, and waited for the beauty to enter her arms.

Jing'er saw a series of his movements in the mirror, and the red cloud burned from the neck to the tip of the ear.

Jiang Ji has been observing her, and saw that she finished painting her face, hands, neck, and hair, it was time to do business, but she was sitting still, and the room was eerily quiet.

Jiang Ji coughed, asked the servants and maids to go down, don't forget to close the door when you go down, and blew out a few big lights at the door by the way, leaving only a dim small lamp at the head of the bed.

After everyone retreated, only the two of them were left in the room, Jing'er's heart seemed to jump out of her throat, Jiang Ji slowly got up, stepped on the red velvet carpet step by step, and also stepped on her heart, and finally the pair of feet stopped, standing in front of her, Jing'er lowered her head, and could glimpse his green cloth boots in the afterglow, and a pair of gentle palms held her hand and led her to get up, step by step with her to the red veil to cover the mandarin duck happy quilt.

The moonlight is like water, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the night insect chirping is the best song of love, two figures overlapping on the screen window in the candlelight, a red rose at the foot of the wall is stained with night dew, slightly curled up with petals, but the description is more delicate.