The strongest peasant girl in Xiuse Jinyuan

Chapter 609 Worry-free Valley (1)
"Okay." Ling Jing uttered a single tone hoarsely.

He embraced Wei Changqu, lowered his head slightly, the tip of his nose touched Wei Changqu's nose, and his forehead touched Wei Changqu's forehead.

"Zhu'er, as long as you stay by my side for the rest of my life, with you, with your glances and smiles, and with your noise, my life will naturally be beautiful."

"Okay, then I will stay by your side for the rest of my life. I will never leave you. I will quarrel with you every day." Wei Changqu replied without hesitation.

The fireworks exploded in the night, and gorgeous flowers bloomed, and the flowers bloomed and failed, and finally, a line of dazzling words merged on the sky: a lifetime, a pair of people.

Wei Changqu stared at the line for a long time.

She knew that Ling Jing made a promise to her that they would be a couple for the rest of their lives through fireworks.

The two sat under the oath. At some point, Ling Jing took out an exquisite brocade box from his bosom, and he handed the brocade box to Wei Changqu, saying, "Qie'er, this is my gift for you." My third birthday gift."

Wei Changju lowered his bright eyes, staring at the brocade box in Ling Jing's hand.

She has received two gifts, and there are still gifts.

"Ling Jing, how many gifts have you prepared?" He stared at Ling Jing anxiously.

Every gift prepared by this man can move her and shock her. She has already been moved and shocked twice. If she continues to be moved and shocked, she is afraid that her little heart will not be able to bear it.

The night wind blew past, messing up a few strands of hair on Wei Changzhi's forehead, blocking her eyes.

Ling Jing smiled warmly, stretched out her hand and pulled out the messy hair on her forehead, smoothed it out for her very gently, and gently pinned it behind her ear. There was a pampering flick on the forehead.

"This is the last one."

"Oh." Wei Changju said "oh", and reached out to take the things.

She opened the brocade box casually, and saw a plum blossom hairpin made of suet warm jade lying in the brocade box. The hairpin was extremely finely crafted, and the petals of the plum blossom were thin and transparent, lifelike, as if they were blooming on a branch.

The style of the hairpin is extremely simple and generous, which is the style that Wei Changqu likes.

Wei Changjue picked it up, looked at it carefully, turned his eyes, and his eyes fell back on Ling Jing's peerless face, and asked uncertainly: "Ling Jing, could this hairpin be the same? Did you polish it yourself?"

She looked left and right, why did she feel that the mutton fat nuanyu plum blossom hairpin in front of her was familiar, not because of the style, but because of the white jade.

After looking at it a few more times, I remembered that I had seen such a piece of jade of the same color on Ling Jing's desk a while ago.

At that time, she was still thinking about Ling Jing's purpose of placing such a piece of unpolished jade on the desk.

Wei Changjue is so smart, Ling Jing knew that she had already guessed it, so she didn't hide it.

"Yeah." Nodding lightly, "Zhu'er, the third gift, do you still like it?"

Wei Changju didn't answer his words, he simply rushed to Ling Jing, and suddenly, he took the initiative to hug Ling Jing.

Burying her head into his chest, gently enjoying the faint fragrance of cold plums on his body, her eyes were a little moist, "Ling Jing, you are a big fool, you want to give me a hairpin, don't you know where to buy it? Do you have no money?" ?" His voice was a little choked, and while he was moved, he felt sorry for Ling Jing.

It is easy to make a birthday cake, and it is also easy to set off fireworks, but it is definitely not an easy task to polish this suet white jade plum blossom hairpin.

In this era, there are no cutting machines or grinding machines, and all craftsmanship is done with one hand. Ling Jing is still an amateur. It is conceivable how much effort he has to spend in order to polish this plum blossom hairpin, not to mention, he actually How did he polish this hairpin so smooth, and polish the plum blossoms on that hairpin so thin, transparent and lifelike?

Wei Changqu's voice was a little choked up, and Ling Jing could hear it.

He wrapped his arms around Wei Changqu's small body, and buried his face in her neck.

"Zuo'er, don't you believe in your husband's ability?"

"It's just polishing a hairpin for you. It's a trivial matter, and it doesn't take much effort for my husband."

Thinking of Wei Changju being moved and distressed like this, Ling Jing's heart felt like eating honey, she was ecstatic.

Smelling the fragrance in Wei Chang's hair, Ling Jing secretly hooked the corners of her lips, and said happily, "Qi'er loves her husband so much, she is very happy, very happy."

"Being a husband again" Wei Changqu buried himself in Ling Jing's arms, secretly rolled his eyes, this person's role change was too fast.

I feel sorry for you, you big-headed ghost, Wei Changqu cursed in his heart.

After a while of slander, I still couldn't help asking: "Ling Jing, are your hands blistered?"

The two hugged each other tightly, and they could almost feel each other's heartbeat and heat through the thin clothes.

Ling Jing inhaled the faint fragrance of Wei Changjue's body. Gradually, her deep phoenix eyes cast a blurred color on Wei Changjue's exquisite body, her breath gradually became heavier, and the scorching breath sprayed on Wei Changjue's neck.

Hearing Wei Changju's concerned words, a beautiful smile overflowed from the corner of his lips, and he said in a low voice, "It's okay, a man's hand, why do you want to be so beautiful."

The voice was lazy and casual, but the voice was very pleasant, gentle, and a simple sentence, uttered from his mouth, was like a magic voice, with a bit of enchanting charm, which made people People's involuntary sinking is like the sound of Buddha, which can cleanse the soul and make people feel comfortable and refreshed.

After Ling Jing finished speaking, Wei Changju raised his head from his embrace.

The two kept half an arm's distance, Wei Changju lowered his eyebrows, met Ling Jing's eyes, and stared at his face.

"So your hand is scratched?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ling Jing to make a sound, Wei Changju pulled his right hand from his waist, and pulled his hand into his arms.

Ling Jing kept a gentle smile on his lips, kept his composure, and let Wei Changqu hold his hand for inspection.

"Straighten your hands, spread your palms out, palms up." Wei Changjue said in the tone of a parent teaching a child, and when he spoke, his expression was quite serious.

"Okay." Ling Jing pursed her lips, the smile on her face became more and more warm as jade, and she followed Wei Changqu's wishes, moving her palm into her arms.

Wei Changqu held one of his hands with both hands, with a pair of bright eyes hanging down, his expression was extremely focused and serious, and he checked the palm and the back of his hand.

The surrounding lights were brightly lit, and the lights reflected on Ling Jing's palm. I saw a thin layer of new calluses growing on the side of his index finger and on the palm. Presumably, it should have been ground out while carving with a knife.

Wei Changqu looked a little distressed.

She moved her slender fingers to his palm, and gently touched his calluses, her fingertips rubbed against his palm once and for all.

(End of this chapter)