Jasper's wife

He was in a trance for a moment, and he still remembered that when he was injured in the past, he was bandaged by the military doctor in the barracks. If he rushed to the battlefield, he would always be slightly injured, and he would tear off a piece of cloth from his body to wrap up the wound. How could she have been taken care of so gently by someone?

Wen Ning'er gestured softly, while blowing gently on the man's wound, while wrapping the cotton cloth on the man's wound layer by layer, her breath was soft and soft, blowing on the man's wound only It made him feel itchy, as if someone took a feather in his heart and fiddled with it lightly.

After the wound was bandaged, Wen Ning'er took out another clean dress and helped the man change it. Ling Yuanfeng saw that her eye circles were red, and he couldn't bear it. He hugged her on his lap, causing Wen Ning'er to cry out ; "Your injury..."

"It's okay." Ling Yuanfeng shook his head and comforted him; "It's just a few flesh wounds, don't worry."

Wen Ning'er thought of the bloody piece just now, but now the man said it lightly, just to prevent herself from worrying.

Thinking of this, she felt even more uncomfortable. She stretched out her arms, put her arms around the man's neck, and begged again; Don't go again, okay?"

Ling Yuanfeng was silent for a moment, and said, "I was careless today, and I promise you, it will never happen again in the future."

Wen Ning'er heard the words, and wanted to say more, but was cut off by the man; "Ning'er, father-in-law and mother-in-law are getting older, Ling'er and the others are still young, and the need for money is yet to come. I thought about it, it's true that just relying on blacksmithing Not enough, so the mountain still has to go up, I just need to be careful."

Wen Ning'er became slightly anxious, and said, "But..." Just as she opened her mouth, the man smiled, and continued, "Besides, we will have children in the future, so what if we don't save more money?"

This sentence made her face blush, she lowered her eyes and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The man stretched out his big hand, straightened the messy hair on her forehead, and said with a smile, "I'm not talking nonsense, you are still young, and you will give birth to me again in the future."

Wen Ning'er looked at him quietly, and saw that his brows and eyes were full of gentleness, and his deep eyes were full of doting, her heart softened. Although there were already three children in the family, she didn't think there were too many.The man is right, if possible, she still hopes to have more children for him.

Thinking of this, that fair little face turned slightly red, she lowered her eyes, buried her face in the man's chest, and said softly: "I want to give birth to you, but I don't want you to be hurt. "

Holding her in his arms, Ling Yuanfeng leaned over and kissed her hair, his low tone was as calm as ever; "Believe me, this is the first time and it will also be the last time."

Wen Ning'er saw that he was unwilling to change his mind, so she didn't say any more, she sighed slightly, and only moved her body closer to the man.

Ling Yuanfeng hugged her quietly, feeling her soft and boneless body leaning warmly in his arms, which only made his heart feel warm.He closed his eyes and let himself indulge in such a gentle silence.

Only the candlelight stretched the figures of the two cuddling each other very, very long...

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The next day, although Ling Yuanfeng was injured, he still woke up early.

He opened the door of the smithy and started a day's work. Since his right arm was seriously injured, he hadn't picked up the heavy hammer a few times before he felt a sharp pain in the wound.

He didn't care about it, but he was worried that the wound would burst, and he was afraid that the bleeding would continue. Wen Ning'er would definitely be very worried when he saw it.Thinking of this, he had no choice but to put down the hammer and take a rest.

Not long after, there were more pedestrians on the street, and a sound of horseshoes was heard, and a commotion broke out in the originally peaceful town.

Ling Yuanfeng went out to have a look, only to see that it was an official from two yamen.The emperor's list was being posted there, and there was already a circle of people around.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't know what would be in the imperial list.

After the officer left, he put down the hammer and walked towards the crowd. After reading the words in the imperial list, his face was as calm as water, and no one could see a trace of expression.It wasn't until a soft voice came from behind that he turned his head, and saw Wen Ning'er holding the third boy in his arms, standing there calling him softly.

He squeezed out of the crowd, regardless of the injuries on his body, he hugged his son.The third boy has a strong body, although he has just turned one year old, his body is very heavy, it is very difficult for Wen Ning'er to hold him.

"What was said on the imperial list?" Wen Ning'er returned to the shop, but there was a slight panic in her eyes, as if she was afraid that the words on the imperial list were related to the man in front of her.

Ling Yuanfeng put his son down, looked her in the eyes, and said in a gentle voice; "The emperor will get married next month, and he will marry Princess Xiliang."

Wen Ning'er was taken aback, for some reason, he thought of that handsome man in white who was more beautiful than snow.I remember when I met him in the palace back then, I thought he was an eunuch, but I didn't expect him to be married now.

"Ning'er?" Seeing her in a daze, Xu Shi called out to Ling Yuanfeng.

Wen Ning'er came back to her senses and saw that the third boy was playing with Ling Yuanfeng's iron tools mischievously. She was afraid of hurting the child, so she hurriedly hugged the third boy back.

Ling Yuanfeng watched her busy, so he didn't say anything more. It happened that Ling'er was leading Xin'er out to play at this time. The third boy saw his sister and started arguing in Wen Ning'er's arms. Struggling, I want to go out with my sister.

Wen Ning'er had no choice but to put him down, told Ling'er a few words, and then asked her to lead her younger siblings out to play.

Turning around, she saw the man standing there, looking deeply at herself with a pair of black eyes, she looked at the man puzzled, and just as soon as she asked what was the matter, she saw Ling Yuanfeng approaching her, with black eyes Like the deep sea under the moon, she couldn't see it clearly.

"Sister?" She whispered softly, her eyes like autumn water were pure and flawless, like almonds, as if they could drip water.

Ling Yuanfeng looked at her, although Wen Ning'er had already given birth to two children, Wen Ning'er was still beautiful and gentle. Standing there, she looked exactly the same as when she just married him back then, with a small face the size of a slap Still as clean as a lotus flower, her skin is as delicate as porcelain, and her eyes are as clear as water.

He looked at her for a long time, finally smiled lightly, and said, "It's nothing, I was thinking too much."

Wen Ning'er was even more puzzled after hearing this sentence, but seeing that he obviously didn't want to say more, she didn't ask any more questions, and only went back to the backyard to prepare lunch.

Ling Yuanfeng looked at her back, and at that moment just now, he suddenly thought, if Wen Ning'er hadn't married him back then, when she saw a handsome and romantic man like King Dingtao, she wondered if it would have happened. Excited?

He withdrew his gaze, thinking that his idea was really funny. He shook his head, picked up the hammer again, and was about to work when he saw a little man walking slowly into the shop.

When he looked up, there was a smile on the corner of his lips, and he saw that the villain had picturesque eyebrows, a pink face as white as snow, it was Xin'er.

He stepped forward, squatted down his tall body in front of his daughter, and said softly, "What's wrong with Xin'er?"

Xin'er is now over three years old, but she is very sensible and well-behaved, never crying.

"Daddy..." Xin'er called out in a childish voice.

Ling Yuanfeng looked at her, his heart softened, he stretched out his arms and hugged Xin'er's small body in his arms, he first kissed her on the face, before he said: "Did someone bully you?"

There are three children in the family, although their husband and wife have always treated Ling'er as their own daughter, but because she is Master Song's daughter after all, whether it is themselves or Wen Ning'er, they are even more spoiled by Ling'er.For example, when new clothes are made, Ling'er wears them first, and she wears small or old ones before they fall on Xin'er's head.

And because the third boy is the only boy in the family, he is the youngest, and he likes to make trouble most of the day, so Wen Ning'er's thoughts naturally fall more on him.As a result, Xin'er became the least favored child in the family.

Thinking of this, Ling Yuanfeng felt even more love and pity in his heart. He looked at Xin'er with tenderness and love in his eyes. He was usually busy with work in the blacksmith shop or going up the mountain. It was too much time for him to spend time with his children. few.

"Daddy, don't you and mother dislike Xin'er?" The three-year-old milk doll has big watery eyes with long eyelashes fluttering, and she looks very similar to Wen Ning'er.

Ling Yuanfeng frowned and said, "Who said that?"

Xin'er curled her lips, she looked as if she was about to cry, "Mother gave my elder sister a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and I also gave my younger brother a piece, but I didn't give Xiner..."

After Xin'er finished speaking, the tears of grievance could no longer be held back, falling drop by drop.

Hearing his daughter's words, Ling Yuanfeng felt a surge of anger in his heart. He held his daughter in one hand, wiped away the tears for the child with the other, and comforted the child; "Xin'er, don't cry, if Xin'er wants to eat cakes, Daddy will I will take you to buy it."

After finishing speaking, the work in the shop was put on hold, Ling Yuanfeng hugged the villain in his arms, and walked towards the market. When the father and daughter came back, Wen Ning'er looked at Ling Yuanfeng holding Xin'er's little hand, The other hand is full of all kinds of snacks, and Xin'er is holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which is delicious.

"Why did you buy so many dim sum?" Wen Ning'er looked at the man, but she was very puzzled.

Ling Yuanfeng's face was gloomy, obviously suppressing his anger, he first squatted down, wiped the crumbs of pastry from the corners of his daughter's lips, let Xin'er take the snacks back to the house, then stood up, facing Wen Ning'er looked over.