Spring Supper......

The next day, early in the morning.

A ray of sunlight poured into the room through the window lattice, shining warmly on the two people on the bed, and the man turned over and got up lightly, jumped on the chair next to the bed and sat down, and got dressed. Then he crept to the door, opened the door, and walked out.

Although Sima Shao's demeanor was slight, it still woke up Yu Wenjun in his sleep.

She opened her eyes in a daze, looked at the empty seat next to the bed, and couldn't help but feel a little lost, and a little lost in her heart.

She sighed softly, stretched out her arms, stretched out her limbs, and moved for a moment before getting up and walking to the dresser to freshen up.

After Yu Wenjun cleaned up, he saw Sima Shao walking out of the cooking room with a hot breakfast.

A sweet smile appeared on the corner of Yu Wenjun's mouth.

Sima Shao put the tray on the table, turned his head and looked at her with a smile and said, "Morning, Wenjun." ”

"Morning, Your Highness." Yu Wenjun's face was a little red, and he didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

"No, it should be called husband." Sima Shao raised his eyebrows slightly, and corrected with a smile.

"Huh?" Yu Wenjun was stunned for a moment, and his face instantly turned red.

"Hehe~ Wen Jun is shy." Sima Shao chuckled and teased.

When Yu Wenjun heard this, he immediately raised his eyes and glared at him fiercely.

"Hey, hey." Sima Shao couldn't help laughing when he saw Yu Wenjun's angry appearance.

His smile made Yu Wenjun's heart rise a little sweet, and he was no longer angry, thinking to himself, as long as His Royal Highness is happy, it doesn't matter what he calls or not.

Sima Shao sat back on the stool with the tray and said with a smile: "Wenjun let's eat." "

"Yes." Yu Wenjun nodded.

"How was your rest last night?" Sima Shao asked.

"It's good." Yu Wenjun replied softly, but his voice was still a little shy.

"That's good, let's eat it quickly."

"Hmm." Yu Wenjun nodded and lowered his head to eat.

After eating quickly, Ying'er came in and took the dishes and chopsticks away.

"It's almost time to go to the morning court, let's go, let's go and say goodbye to my father." Sima Shao stood up and smiled.

"Okay." Yu Wenjun also stood up.

The two of them walked together in the direction of the study.

In the Shang study's room, Sima Shao respectfully knelt down and saluted: "The son of the emperor greets his father." "

Yu Wenjun also knelt on the ground with Sima Shao: "The son of the minister greets his father." "

"Well, excuse me, get up."

Sima Shao and Yu Wenjun stood up.

Yu Wenjun secretly glanced at Sima Shao, and when he saw his radiant face, a faint sense of happiness rose in his heart.

She suddenly felt happy.

Since having a relationship with His Royal Highness last night, Yu Wenjun has had the illusion of being held in the palm of his hand, and he feels that the whole person is very relaxed, as if he is full of strength, sometimes even he can't figure out what he is doing, in short, he is very happy.

"You're all children I've grown up with, and now you're married and have your own family, and that's something to celebrate." Emperor Jin Yuan smiled and looked at the two people in front of him.

"Thank you, Father." Sima Shao and Yu Wenjun said in unison.

"Haha, okay, let's all get up, sit down." Emperor Jin Yuan waved his hand and motioned for the two to sit down.

"Thank you, Father." The two sat down again.

The three of them talked for a while, and Emperor Jin Yuan waved his hand to let the two of them go.

Sima Shao took Yu Wenjun's hand and walked slowly on the way back to the dormitory.

Both were silent.

"How did you feel last night?" Sima Shao said suddenly.

When Yu Wenjun heard this, his pretty face turned red.

Sima Shao couldn't help laughing when he saw Yu Wenjun's shy appearance.

"You hate it, I won't tell you!" Yu Wenjun stomped his feet and said coquettishly.

"Haha, if you don't tell it, don't tell it, you're mine anyway.

Sima Shao smiled proudly.

"Hmph." Yu Wenjun glanced at him, but his heart was beautiful.

...... Sima Shao and Yu Wenjun came to the imperial garden and sat down next to a gazebo.

At this time, the birds in the sky are chirping, a fresh breeze is blowing, the leaves are swaying, and the air is filled with a faint smell of grass, which is refreshing.

Sima Shao took a deep breath and suddenly felt relaxed.

"Wow, that's comfortable." Sima Shao took a deep breath and stretched out his arms comfortably.

"yes." Yu Wenjun nodded in agreement.

She looked at Sima Shao in front of her, with a bright smile on her face, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart.

"My husband." Yu Wenjun suddenly raised his head and shouted.

Hearing this sentence "My husband", Sima Shao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "I'm still around, and my wife misses me again?" "

"Well, I miss you." Yu Wenjun nodded, looking at Sima Shao with burning eyes, looking affectionate.

Sima Shao grinned and pounced, pressing Yu Wenjun under him.

"Oops." "Oops!" The two shouted in unison.

"Haha, Wenjun, you are so cute!" Sima Shao couldn't help but laugh when he saw Yu Wenjun like this.

"You're bullying me!" Yu Wenjun was angry and clenched his fists.

Seeing this, Sima Shao hurriedly begged for mercy: "Madame, spare my life, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't be angry, you can punish me however you want." "

"Humph!" Yu Wenjun snorted coldly, looking arrogant.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do." Sima Shao immediately said.

"Cut, who's rare!" Yu Wenjun pursed his lips. Sima Shao smiled.

"Hurry up, you'll see the joke." Yu Wenjun urged.

"Oh, okay, get up." When Sima Shao heard this, he got up from Yu Wenjun.

Yu Wenjun also climbed up, she sat on the stone bench, patted her skirt with her hand, looked disgusted, and said, "Oops, it's all dirty." "

Sima Shao looked at this cute posture and couldn't help laughing: "You stupid girl, don't you know that this is a pleasure?" "

"What do you mean, what kind of affection, fun?" Hearing this, Yu Wenjun asked puzzled.

"That's what you see, don't you like me holding you like this?"

"Not really!" Yu Wenjun blushed and denied, "I mean my skirt is dirty." "

"Where is your dress dirty?" Sima Shao was puzzled.

"That's it." Yu Wenjun raised his right leg and pointed to the crook of the leg.

Sima Shao looked in the direction that Yu Wenjun pointed, and sure enough, he saw that it was wet and there was a black stain, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Why are you staring at me?" Yu Wenjun was stared at by Sima Shao like this, his cheeks became red, and he lowered his head and shouted angrily.

"No, nothing." Sima Shao hurriedly covered up.

"Are you laughing at me?" Yu Wenjun asked questioningly.

"Nothing." Sima Shao immediately denied it.

"You were laughing at me just now!" Yu Wenjun pursed his mouth, looking aggrieved.

"Oh, ma'am, how could I laugh at you. In this case, let's go back and get another one. Sima Shao said with a sad face.