After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

"Isn't that seven days later?" Lin Zhiyu silently calculated, "Isn't it a little too hasty?"

"Those things have been prepared a long time ago. If it weren't for all the twists and turns, it wouldn't have been delayed until now."

Zhou Zijin was sitting on the side, with a faint scent of powder floating in the air, mixed with the scent of osmanthus, which was fresh and not tacky.

Lin Zhiyu nodded: "In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is a good day."

"I think today's day is not bad." Zhou Zijin responded in a nonchalant manner.

With the beauty by his side, he was inevitably a little distraught. He originally wanted to pull Lin Zhiyu into his arms, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt bad about it.

This was also his first time entering a woman's boudoir, so he was inevitably a little embarrassed.

Lin Zhiyu sensed the nervousness of the person next to her and curled his finger maliciously.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Zhou Zijin jerked his hand back as if he was electrocuted: "If you're not ready, I don't have to worry."

How can we not be in a hurry?

When I got along with Lin Zhiyu in the past, her responses were always polite and courteous, and the two of them were more like business partners.

He practiced swordplay non-stop, read books, and went to the battlefield with Zhuang Bo far away, all because of what Lin Zhiyu said unintentionally before in the palace: "I am a person who admires strength, so the person I love will never be weaker than me. "

The trouble is that Lin Zhiyu is too smart. Her strategy was taught by the old Queen Mother herself. Even the late emperor would praise her when he saw her: "If she were born as a man, she would be of great use."

After finally getting married to his sweetheart, Lin Zhiyu was summoned to the palace, and he was assigned by the emperor's brother to accompany the army.

That day, Eunuch Zhang brought the medicine, and Shuqin said a few words in a vague voice: "The emperor seems to care too much about the eldest girl."

He was not stupid. He looked at the blood-activating ointment on his hand and couldn't tell what it felt like.

Finally, I met him at the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I saw Zhang Liangsheng's eyes darting around Lin Zhiyu all the time, making him so angry that his eyes were about to spit fire.

"Zhiyu." Zhou Zijin's voice was a little lower, "Marriage is a top priority, have you really thought about it?"

"If I haven't thought about it well, no one can force me."

Lin Zhiyu took Zhou Zijin's hand and carefully stroked the calluses on it from years of sword practice.

"What's going on with you today? You finally decided on a wedding date, but you, a grown man, actually backed down?"

"That's not the case, I'm just afraid...I'm afraid I'll wrong you." Zhou Zijin couldn't hold it back and held the delicate and soft little hand instead.

"I feel like you have been hurt since we got married, and I can't abandon General Zhuang."

Zhou Zijin's voice became lower and lower, not at all like the majestic prince during the day.

"I know you want to live a stable life, but I feel like I can't give you this."

Lin Zhiyu was amused: "Can I live a stable life if I don't marry you?"

She raised her chin and moved towards the main room: "Not to mention the one in the palace, would Aunt Zhang want me to have a good marriage?"

As a result, after saying this, Zhou Zijin's tone became even lower, and he looked depressed.

"So...I am your choice after weighing the pros and cons."

Lin Zhiyu was startled: "Why do you think so?"

Zhou Zijin was particularly strange tonight.

Like a little daughter-in-law with random thoughts.

"It's nothing." Zhou Zijin calmed down, "I just think you just like me, but I'm always greedy and want more." "Anyway, so far, I am the most suitable one for you." Zhou Zijin's The tail notes rose slightly, and a look of pride appeared on his face.

Lin Zhiyu suppressed a smile, feeling that Zhou Zijin, who was as gentle as jade, restrained himself and returned to etiquette, seemed to have hid in a corner after confirming the wedding date, leaving her with such an awkward husband.

"By the way, I asked someone to deliver a letter to Jiang Tongmiao a few days ago. She wants to go out of the palace to meet Mrs. Chen."

Lin Zhiyu squeezed Zhou Zijin's palm, accidentally caught a glimpse of the half-dried ink on the desk, and suddenly remembered such a thing.

"She is pregnant with the emperor's heir. It may not be very convenient for her to leave the palace." Zhou Zijin frowned slightly.

Lin Zhiyu pretended to be a little girl and shook Zhou Zijin's arm: "So, isn't this the man with great powers who came to see me?"

Zhou Zijin felt that his whole body was a little stiff, his head was dizzy, and his earlobes were covered with a thin layer of red.

"Yes, yes, but I also have a request." Zhou Zijin touched his nose unnaturally.

Lin Zhiyu was a little strange. It was clear that Mrs. Chen was also involved in the White Tiger Camp incident, so why did he still bring up the request?

"Look back and stay away from that Zhang Liangsheng."

After holding it in for a long time, Zhou Zijin finally said this.

"I see that his eyes are always glued to you, and I feel uncomfortable."

Lin Zhiyu said oh, he was jealous again.

"Why, is Prince Jin not confident enough in his personal charm?" Lin Zhiyu smiled and patted him.

Zhou Zijin remained silent.

He had been chasing Lin Zhiyu for so long that even at this moment, he felt like he was dreaming.

Once, he even dreamed that Lin Zhiyu really married into the palace and was inseparable with his royal brother, but he still insisted on sticking to him.

Zhou Zijin snorted: "If you want to blame me, blame me. You have too many peach blossoms."

"I'm already getting married, so where can I get a peach blossom?"

The pleasant bamboo scent of Zhou Zijin lingered under the tip of Lin Zhiyu's nose, and she couldn't help but rub it against him, and finally rested her head on Zhou Zijin's shoulder.

"After all these things are taken care of, we will play around. I haven't been to the lantern festival yet. I heard it's very lively."

Lin Zhiyu gestured with his hands.

"I think at that time, the streets must be full of string lights, and there were stalls on both sides of the road with all kinds of snacks. Have you ever heard of fried milk cake? It's crispy on the outside and tender and refreshing on the inside. It's so good. have eaten."

"If we get tired of playing, we can set up a stall on the street. Business will definitely be booming."

Lin Zhiyu became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, describing the layout of the entire stall with excitement, as if the two of them had abandoned their current identities and burdens and were about to go out to the streets to shout.

If others heard it, they would only find it surprising and interesting, but when these words fell into Zhou Zijin's ears, they felt inexplicably bitter.

Because of this, Lin Zhiyu had told him before.

But now she has forgotten it.

It was the Lantern Festival, and Zhou Zi was promoted to the prince. He should have stayed in the palace, but little Lin Zhiyu was stuffed into the carriage leaving the palace.

"Why are you crying? Isn't it just because the queen slapped you on the palm?"

Six-year-old Lin Zhiyu wrinkled her nose.

Girls of the same age are always taller than boys. Zhou Zijin was only ten years old at this time, but still half a head shorter than Lin Zhiyu. When Fang's mother saw her, she joked that the two were more like brother and sister.

At that time, Zhou Zijin had a straight face, sniffed hard, and muttered that he didn't want to be brother and sister.