The Noble Woman’s Guide On How to Tease One’s Husband

It is said that Chu Zhenghe was once the famous **** brother in the capital. He was romantic and suave and played in the world. But since Chu Rong passed away from illness, he went to the fief. This stay lasted ten years, and life without relatives and friends was unavoidably boring. A little bit, this time Chu Jinglan came, he was looking for fun, and he would come to the mansion all day long, not to mention how diligent he was.

Chu Jinglan happened to be absent that day, and Chu Zhenghe rushed into the air.

"Going out? This is really rare. I thought he was going to be a fairy in this mansion."

Even so, Chu Zhenghe didn't mean to go back home at all. He lifted up the azure hem and walked in. He didn't rush all the way, but it was like walking around a garden.

Tang Qingfeng couldn't understand his thoughts, so he cautiously followed behind him and asked tentatively: "The prince didn't say when he would be back, or would you come back another day?"

"It doesn't matter, Xiao Wang just went to visit the princess." Chu Zhenghe slanted his lips, his expression becoming more and more unruly.

Tang Qingfeng was startled, thinking that this master is not the one who played the cards according to the card. What happens to the princess later? The more he thought about it, the more sweat he hurriedly stopped Chu Zhenghe.

"The prince, you think the prince is not at home, is it inappropriate for you to see the princess alone?"

"What's wrong? The princess has been ill for so long, so how come I have to come and see it, or else I've lost courtesy."

After speaking, Chu Zhenghe walked straight to the corridor, wind was blowing at his feet, and he was just a few steps away in the blink of an eye. He didn't hesitate when he reached the fork, and he went to the back garden at once, as if he was more than his own. Familiar, Tang Qingfeng was chasing behind him, just as he didn't know what reason to find to stop him, but he suddenly stopped.

In the water pavilion with the warm curtain half-open, a charming little man is lying in a rocking chair reading a book, with bright eyes and white teeth, pink makeup and jade, like a bright color embellishing the winter scenery.

It’s not that he has never seen a beautiful woman, as gorgeous as Bai Zhixuan, and as soft as Xie Qian. They are all rare in the capital. She is obviously not as beautiful as those two, but she is unique, like the sun above her head at this moment. Bright and shining.

Is it possible that the shock was seduced by this face?

Chu Zhenghe raised his thick eyebrows and stepped closer to the water pavilion. Ye Huaiyang heard the movement and turned his head. The eyes of the two intersected briefly in the air. Then he heard Chu Zhenghe raise his voice slightly and call out: "Xiao Tang Sister-in-law?"

Ye Huaiyang lightly tapped his chin in a salute. Because he was recovering from a serious illness, his voice was still a little faint: "Jun Rong, long up."

"Little Tang's wife was not surprised to see me."

"Isn't this originally the house of the king of the county? I have lent it to us for so long. It is understandable to come back and have a look." Ye Huaiyang said softly, after a slight pause, "Besides, I have met Uncle Rong. The county prince looks a lot like him, so I don't feel abrupt."

"Have you met my dad? When did it happen?" Chu Zhenghe was a little surprised. After all, Chu Rong passed away ten years ago. At that time Ye Huaiyang was still a tiny child. Even if he had the opportunity to meet, until now I am afraid that my memory is also blurred.

"I saw his portrait, in the study room of Prince Lan."

Chu Zhenghe was startled slightly, the cynical expression on his face faded clean, leaving only a touch of melancholy. After a while, he suddenly pulled his lips and smiled: "I didn't expect that painting is still in Prince Lan's Mansion."

Ye Huaiyang nodded solemnly: "The prince once said that Uncle Rong is his most respected elder, and naturally this painting must be preserved."

The first emperor was weak and relied on Chu Rong for a lot of state affairs. As his most beloved son, Chu Jinglan followed Chu Rong to join the army since childhood, discussing Taoism and politics. This martial arts and talent are mostly inherited from him, the relationship between the two Even closer than his father and son, Chu Jinglan kept his portrait to commemorate after Chu Rong's death.

Chu Zhenghe is also aware of this, but since the sudden change of circumstances six years ago, Prince Lan's Mansion has been vacant. He once thought that all the things in it were lost. Now Ye Huaiyang mentioned it and he knew that the painting was still there. Although it was only mentioned in one sentence, he understood that it took a lot of thought to keep it properly.

Forget it, the past is like a smoke, unbearable to look back.

Chu Zhenghe grabbed a chair and sat down. Then he began to look at Ye Huaiyang carefully, and said casually, "Jinglan even told you about this. It seems that he likes you very much."

Ye Huaiyang heard the deep meaning in his words, but didn't care about it. He only curled up his mouth and smiled slightly: "Does the princess not like me?"

"This is interesting to ask." Chu Zhenghe smiled at her, smiling meaningfully, "I don't have any good feelings for the women next to Jinglan, the snake-hearted Bai Zhixuan, and the pretending meek Meng Chen They are not fuel-efficient lamps."

"According to the county king, am I not a monster who killed them two?"

Chu Zhenghe nodded solemnly and said, "Theoretically, that's the case, so I thought about taking a look."

"It's useless to watch." Ye Huaiyang's phoenix eyes were lightly raised, and the faint color overflowed, which made the heartstrings trembling. "

Chu Zhenghe was bewildered by the evil look in his eyes for a moment, and after reacting, there was a huge wave in his heart--he heard that right? How does he feel that these words have other meanings?

He was still in a daze, and a familiar and deep voice suddenly came from behind him: "Waiting for what?"

The two turned their heads and looked at it at the same time, and saw Chu Jinglan coming from a distance, wearing a navy blue brocade robe and deerskin boots, with a majestic and awe-inspiring spirit. Ye Huaiyang slowly got up while supporting the fence, and wanted to meet him, who knew he was hugged into his arms before moving away.

"What are you doing when you get up, sit down."

After half a month’s injury, her left leg was still not able to gain strength, and she always leaned to one side unconsciously when she stood. Every time Chu Jinglan saw it, she felt distressed and wished she could suffer all these sufferings for her. But he never complained about half a word, but always comforted him.

"I'm okay. The medical officer said that standing alone is good for blood circulation." Ye Huaiyang turned his eyes and saw that he was holding a golden nanmu food box in his hand. He couldn't help but wonder, "What is that?"

Chu Jinglan said indifferently: "Go out to do errands and buy them along the way."

Chu Zhenghe on the side noticed the clue, and deliberately stretched his tone to jokingly said: "Pu Ji’s pastry shop is in the deepest alley in the west of the city, with nine bends and eighteen bends. I was still lost even after I went there. Did you drop by?"

As soon as the voice fell, Chu Jinglan's eye knives flew past, causing Ye Huaiyang to giggle.

These days she is ill and her appetite is always poor. In addition, she is not used to eating northern dishes and rarely uses chopsticks at every meal. Chu Jinglan does not say anything but feels a little anxious, asking people to search the streets all day long. All kinds of appetizers were brought back for her to eat. She unexpectedly ate very happily, so she became a habit. Unexpectedly, she was bumped into by Chu Zhenghe today. It is also very interesting to watch the two brothers tear down each other while enjoying the food. .

Chu Jinglan didn't bother to care about Chu Zhenghe anymore, and she looked down and asked, "Didn't you say that it's cold here, let you come here less?"

"The room is too stuffy, come out and let it breathe."

"Let's go back to the room, it's still early. After changing the medicine, I will sleep for a while." After that, Chu Jinglan turned to look at Chu Zhenghe again, "You don't want to jump here if you are fine."

Chu Zhenghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, I'm afraid that I will eat Xiaotangsao when you are away? Well, when do you accompany me for a meal and a glass of wine, I won't come."

It’s true that Ye Huaiyang has been ill since he came to Yanzhou. Chu Jinglan is lack of skills, and hasn’t had a good time with Chu Zhenghe. It’s just that if he really promised him, with his temperament. For the most part, it will take a lot of time and wine, even if Chu Jinglan cleans himself up, it will inevitably make Ye Huaiyang look upset, so he hesitates.

Why didn't Ye Huaiyang understand his thoughts? Turning his mind slightly, he put forward a compromise proposal: "I heard that there will be a lantern and shadow show in the restaurants in the city for a few days. Why don't you stop by for a meal?"

"Do you want to see?" Chu Jinglan lowered his head and looked at her.

"I think, it's hard to come to Yanzhou once, how can you not take a look at the unique local novelties?" Ye Huaiyang smiled, and immediately turned his eyes to look to his side, "How about the county king?"

Chu Zhenghe shrugged and said, "I can."

Chu Jinglan gave a final word: "Then it's settled, you arrange a place and tell me, I will take her back to the room to rest."

After speaking, he helped Ye Huaiyang to move towards the bedroom, walking very slowly, and it took a while before he walked out of Chu Zhenghe's line of sight. Chu Zhenghe looked at the direction they were leaving, with a deep smile on his mouth.

For Chu Jinglan to protect like this, it seems that Ye Huaiyang really has two brushes.

Back in the room, the medicines to be changed, bandages, cotton swabs and other items have been neatly placed on the bedside table. Crescent is waiting quietly outside, not disturbing them, as if he is used to this kind of thing. Lan Dai labor.

"how do you feel today?"

Chu Jinglan let her lie on the bed, and then began to remove the bandages on her feet. She acted skillfully, tenderly and full of caution, for fear that it might hurt her a little bit. Ye Huaiyang saw that she was sweet in her eyes, and just wanted to tell him it was all right. Don't worry, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind and changed his tone.

"The legs are fine, but the chest is a little stuffy..."

Her voice was low and soft, and her bare hand was still touching her chest, with a delicate and feeble appearance. Chu Jinglan suddenly stopped her hand and leaned over to look at her, her sword eyebrow knotted.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? I asked the medical officer to come over..."

Before he finished speaking, those half-dangling phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and they flashed slyly. Chu Jinglan seemed to feel something. As soon as she was about to get up, she was caught by her, and then fell uncontrollably. On the bed, her fragrant and soft body was pressed underneath, especially the two snow peaks, which made him want to be hot.

"What are you doing?" His eyes were burning, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"What else can I do?" Ye Huaiyang raised her lips and smiled, and suddenly stretched out her pink tongue to lick him, provoking a tremor, "After resting for so long, it's time to move my muscles and bones."

"Naughty, no medicine yet..."

The speech was interrupted again, and the ending sound was swallowed into the soft red lips, and the two bodies were tightly dependent between the breathing and it was difficult to separate.

The author has something to say: The days of female hooligans oppressing big ice cubes have resumed, and you are satisfied~

BTW, Yang Bao is a man who speaks and counts (～￣▽￣)～