When the night is about to get dark.

Han Youning was reading a book on the low couch, and a smoked cage was placed next to the couch, and his black hair was scattered around his waist, exuding moisture.

Ling'er sat on the small pestle on the edge of the couch, roasting her hands, and talking about the interesting things she heard outside.

It's all about Wu Banxian, who everyone has been talking about in recent days. This kind of ghost and god theory can best capture the curiosity of the people, especially this half-immortal has a sense of justice, which is even more loved by the people.

In fact, most of this relies on the memories of Han Youning's previous life, and Huo Shan's huge information network, plus Wu Banxian's free play. Although she already knew the general situation, she still listened to it with relish, and Zhao Chengyuan said it dryly, far less wonderful than what Ling'er said.

Speaking of the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Zhang Mansion, Ah Xian, Ling'er was also a woman, so she was very happy for her, and said, "Recently, relying on Wu Banxian, the most great achievement is the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Zhang family. Her mother-in-law was notoriously harsh, but now she was a different person. Today, when the slave and maid went to give the third baptism, I saw her boasting about her daughter-in-law."

Han Youning smiled, in this life, Ah Xian can always live a comfortable life.

"Her daughter-in-law is really good."

In her previous life, Ah Xian gave birth to a son, and then Zhang Yu went to high school in the spring, and was hand-picked in the palace test on the day of her son's 100-day banquet. Double happiness is coming, it was a day of great joy for Ah Xian, but Mrs. Zhang had a lot of complaints about this daughter-in-law who was not from a high background.

Han Youning also participated in the 100-day banquet, and Ah Xian was just reprimanded by her mother-in-law, but when she saw that Han Youning was being excluded, she quietly comforted her, "If others slander you, it's good that you know that it's not true. Don't be sad."

The two of them had only met once, but Han Youning remembered it deeply. That sentence don't be sad, it made her heart warm for several days.

After Ling'er finished talking about the interesting things outside, she leaned closer to Han Youning and said softly, "Princess, the prince has not called water for so many days...... But why are you too tired on weekdays?"

When Ling'er finished asking, her face turned red. It was Aunt Sun who asked her to ask in private, don't be a little couple who haven't gone through anything, don't understand anything, think that after getting married, they can just go back and wait for the little doll to come by herself.

Han Youning hugged his knees, a little distracted.

In the first two days of marriage, she originally thought that Zhao Chengyuan's cold fairy was also not serious. Now it seems that it was just the spring that night warmed him, and after that, it was the original Qingling Ling who was as stable as a rock.

She was very fortunate at first, Zhao Chengyuan understood that she was afraid of pain and did not indulge in the spring tent. But after a long time, she began to mumble in her heart. After all, Yu Niang taught her that men are no better than little girls, and their self-control in this regard is much weaker.

Then why wouldn't he touch her?

Was it that she was in too much pain that night, and then she cried, and he didn't have a good experience? Thinking about it carefully, he sighed lightly, at that time he only felt that the sigh was quite depressing, but now that he thinks about it, he is not quite sure what it means.

Or is he really too weak on the inside? On the second day of the wedding night, he said, "My body is weak or not, you will know later", maybe it is a strong sentence?

So he didn't touch the nourishing things that Aunt Sun made at all, for fear of revealing his cowardice?

Han Youning suddenly felt that he was the truth.

Ling'er saw that Han Youning was in a daze, so she said, "The belly pocket that Yu Niang made for you, why don't you change it?"

Han Youning sighed faintly, "No need, just add trouble to the prince."

In case she changes, Zhao Chengyuan still can't do it, wouldn't it hurt his self-esteem very much? He's a man who demands perfection in everything.

Ling'er understood the master's meaning that the prince would not be able to control it when he saw it, and he ruined his character of Yanagi Hui.

She got up and opened the cage, took out a big red belly pocket, walked to the couch and persuaded, "Yu Niang specially did it for you, so don't you waste some of her thoughts?"

Han Youning glanced at the red and glamorous belly pocket, and said after a moment's silence, "Tomorrow, you go to find Yu Niang and ask her for a prescription......

Halfway through speaking, I felt that this kind of thing was conveyed by a little girl Ling'er, I was afraid that it was not appropriate, and it would also hurt Zhao Chengyuan's majesty.

Then he changed his words and said, "That's it, you let her have time to come to the palace."

Ling'er didn't answer, but she shouted, "Lord Wang."

Han Youning turned his head and saw a tall and clear figure at the door of the inner room, with a calm face and eyes as black as ink. In those eyes, it seemed that the river water in early spring was about to melt away the ice, and there was a hint of spring, but it was still cold.

It doesn't look too happy.

Han Youning thought back to what he had just said, and said it quite vaguely, if he only heard the last two or three sentences, he shouldn't be able to understand what was going on.

After dinner, he went to the outer study, presumably watching that the hour had come, and came back to sleep with her, and he didn't know what happened during this period.

Zhao Chengyuan paced in, picked his fingers, and hooked the pocket in Ling'er's hand. The big red pocket, on his jade white fingers with distinct bones, looks particularly fragrant/gorgeous.

Suzuel quietly stepped back and closed the door.

"Give it back to me!" Han Youning's face was stained with rouge, and he reached for it.

Zhao Chengyuan raised his arm to avoid her, and stood on the edge of the collapse and looked at the anxious little fat girl.

Bean blue jacket, slightly dark cotton pants, the little girl raised her hand, and a small section of jade white waist was exposed around her waist, soft and tender, which was exactly the same as the jade shoot ornaments behind her.

Zhao Chengyuan's eyes sparkled, and his voice was low, "What are you talking about?"

Han Youning was a little weak-hearted, but his face was quite calm, "I just want to ask Yu Niang for a way to raise my hair, I don't think my hair is smooth enough."

As he spoke, a pair of clear eyes blinked, but his little face was very serious.

Zhao Chengyuan stroked her rather smooth hair, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Silly girl, next time you lie, remember not to blink."

He didn't know that he felt sorry for her young age, but this little girl felt that his husband was not good.

Han Youning's lie was exposed, and he suddenly felt very shameless, and said arrogantly, "Anyway, it's our woman's private words, so the prince doesn't need to know!"

She got up from the couch and reached for the belly pocket he was playing with with his fingertips.

Seeing that she was about to reach it, her body suddenly took off, and the person fell into Zhao Chengyuan's arms.

The cool fragrance of purple bamboo invaded the nose, mixed with a faint soapy fragrance, as if it had just been bathed. He had been bathing in the outer courtyard for the past two or three days, and seemed to be thinking of not sharing the bathtub with her.

Zhao Chengyuan hugged her horizontally, strode towards the stepping bed, raised his arm sharply, and the curtain behind him fell, isolating the prying eyes of the moon and stars outside.

Han Youning's arrogance was gone, and she stammered, "You...... What are you doing?"

Zhao Chengyuan whispered in his ear, "Look at how you look in this pocket."

As the two layers of curtains fell behind them, Han Youning spun around for a while, and lay down on the big red bed.

A pair of phoenix eyes above his head swelled.

Spring River Plumbing.