"It's dark? Is it late? ”

Ye Xiuyan realized it later, glanced at the dark night outside the window, and rubbed her eyebrows tiredly.

"It's been dark for more than an hour."

Lin Jingcheng smiled helplessly, stacked the folds in the corner of the table, opened the food box, and took out the food.

"It's so fast every day, it's getting dark again."

Ye Xiuyan raised her arms and shook her shoulders to relieve the fatigue of her body.

"Every year is faster, and in the blink of an eye, the end of the year is here again."

Lin Jingcheng handed the chopsticks to her, pulled over a chair, and sat down next to someone.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Xiuyan put a crispy piece of chicken nuggets in her mouth, chewed it tastefully, and didn't delay to joke with him: "Who messed with you, like a resentful little daughter-in-law, so angry?" ”

"Who else?"

Lin Jingcheng smiled angrily and flicked her forehead with her fingers.

"No, it won't."

Ye Xiuyan deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "Who is so bold in Kyoto City?" Dare to provoke a high-ranking prince? ”

"You don't know?"

Lin Jingcheng had the heart to tease her, and smiled darkly.

"Don't know?"

Ye Xiuyan chewed chicken nuggets and pretended to be innocent.

"I don't know what to do."

Lin Jingcheng smiled jokingly: "Punish you for untying your husband's clothes and making a bed and warm quilt." ”

"Ugh."

Ye Xiuyan's ears were slightly red, and she lamented defeat.

Since getting married, a certain prince has become thicker-skinned, and he has been talking a lot, and he can't prevent it.

She has tempered her iron heart as much as possible, but she still can't withstand his teasing.

Especially in the dead of night, a sentence can make her blush and lose completely.

"Eat it, it's too cold, and if you don't eat it, it'll be cold."

Lin Jingcheng was not surprised, and sure enough, he saw his beloved wife's dejected little appearance, and the slightly raised corners of his lips highlighted his good mood.

"It's okay if it's cold."

Ye Xiuyan didn't care much: "I like winter, the colder it is, the more comfortable it is." ”

"I don't care."

Lin Jingcheng's sword eyebrows frowned slightly: "The food is cold, and you have to warm it up, and eating too much cold food is not conducive to conception." ”

"Ugh."

Ye Xiuyan was embarrassed, and she was glad that there was no one nearby at the moment, and she couldn't hear the thunderous words of a certain prince.

In other words, how did he do it, and tell the secrets of the boudoir in the main hall without blushing or panting?

"Brother Bing will be out of the customs tomorrow."

Lin Jingcheng didn't seem to see her embarrassment, and continued with a dark belly: "When he comes back to accept the affairs of the court, you can be relaxed, there is no need to get up early every day and lean on the Chaoyang Palace." ”

"My husband also plans to rest for a while, and the affairs of the military camp are entrusted to Brother Neem, so that we can spend a little more time together and enjoy the life of husband and wife."

"Ahem."

Ye Xiuyan was completely defeated by him, and almost choked herself with a mouthful of saliva.

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"Uncle, uncle."

There was a soft and glutinous little milk sound at the door of the side hall, and a little toddler who was only more than two years old crossed the threshold with his short legs, like a cheerful foal, and ran over.

"Yilin, run slower, don't fall."

Lin Jingcheng's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the little child, and he rushed over with an arrow and held him in his arms.

"Uncle, Feifei."

The little boy liked him very much, stretched out his little hand, and pointed vigorously in the direction outside the main hall.

"Okay, Uncle will take Yilin to Feifei."

Lin Jingcheng doted on the little child, and his figure flashed to the outside of the hall, and flew up to the eaves.

"Fly, fly."

After a while, the happy laughter of young children sounded outside the main hall.

The stupid and cute little milk sound, listening to the ears, makes people feel very comfortable.