Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

The first year of Da Ming

On the 26th day of the first lunar month of 2008,

The sunlight shines through the hollow patterns of the carved wooden windows, dappling onto the red brocade bedding. The golden spots of light interweave with the deep red, adding a touch of warmth and mystery to this quiet morning.

Chuchu turned over gently, the soft red brocade embraced her, but it seemed a little heavy because of last night's lingering, bringing a little imperceptible soreness.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the faint ambergris in the air and the unique calm scent of wooden furniture, and an indescribable sense of happiness surged in her heart.

Outside the window, the sound of birds singing one after another, clear and pleasant, as if they were sending the most sincere blessings to the newlyweds.

Chu Chu slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the chiseled face of Prince Jue. His eyes were full of tenderness and doting, as if they could melt all the ice and frost in the world.

He gently stretched out his hand and slid his fingertips lightly across Chuchu's cheek. His movements were as gentle as a spring breeze, making Chuchu's cheeks blush involuntarily and her heartbeat quicken.

The moment the red wedding curtain was lifted, Chuchu suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but kick the person next to her with her beautiful legs. She said to him angrily, "Isn't the wedding leave three or five days? Today is the eleventh day of the wedding, why hasn't Brother Jue attended the morning court yet?"

The red wedding curtain swayed gently with Chuchu's kick, like a shy girl gently swinging her skirt, revealing a room full of spring scenery. Prince Jue was not annoyed, but smiled even more cunningly, and that smile seemed to hide thousands of schemes and tenderness, which made people's hearts ripple.

He deliberately lowered his voice and leaned close to Chu Chu's ear. His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly. "My little princess, what are you so anxious about? The emperor and the queen have given me an oral order, saying that we should enjoy this rare world of two people, and that even important matters like the morning court must be put aside."

After saying that, he sighed solemnly, pretending to be helpless, but his eyes were full of teasing: "You say, as a minister, how dare I disobey the emperor's will? Besides, it's such a beautiful spring day, with beautiful scenery and beautiful women. If I go to the court, wouldn't I be wasting this beautiful time, and also..." He deliberately dragged out the last word, his eyes wandering on Chu Chu, hinting at something.

His eyes made Chu Chu tremble slightly, and her face flushed again. She struggled to get up and get out of his shackles, calling softly, "Qiu..."

The slightly swollen mouth was covered by a warm current again, and suddenly it could not make any sound.

Soon after, there was another beautiful bed...

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"Jiao Zhongjue, you have been married for a month and you still haven't come to court. This is called losing your ambition by playing with things. It's not decent to indulge in pleasure every day!"

It was another day at noon. Chuchu's voice, filled with anger and helplessness, penetrated the bedroom wrapped in red silk and echoed in the "Aichu Pavilion" in the inner courtyard. The name of Prince Jue was roared out by Chuchu, but the big man felt very pleased. There was no anger at all, but it became a little interest between the two.

She sat up, and the bright red quilt slid down to her waist, revealing her figure which looked even more graceful due to her laziness in recent days, but her eyes were shining with unquestionable determination.

She had been roaring for several days, but the man opposite her with a bright smile on his face was always in such a good temper.

Prince Jue, Jiao Zhongjue, this prince who is usually cold and majestic, is like a cat stealing fish at this moment. With a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, he slowly gets up from the soft quilt, letting the morning light outline his strong figure.

He deliberately stretched out his voice, with a hint of doting and indulgence in it: "Little Princess, when did you become so strict? Could it be that I have doted on you too much in the past few days, making you forget what 'tenderness is'?"

A big red pillow flew directly at him, but he caught it gently and hugged the pillow gently, which made Chuchu's face even redder, as if bleeding. His gentle hug and slow caress filled her heart with endless reverie, as if that hand was caressing the delicate skin on her joints.

Jiao Zhongjue looked at Chuchu's somewhat dazed expression, then a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and that smile contained endless tolerance and love for her.

He slowly loosened the big red pillow in his arms, his movements revealing a leisurely and unhurried elegance, as if nothing in the world could disturb his state of mind. The morning light shone through the window lattice onto his bare chest, the golden light interweaving with his bronze skin, outlining his strong yet gentle outline.

He gently lifted a corner of the red wedding curtain, and the curtain seemed to be stained with the feelings of the two people, and it slowly slid down with a hint of subtle shyness. Prince Jue stood up, his tall body more upright in the morning light, and he slowly arranged his torn inner clothes, and every movement seemed so calm and natural, as if this was not just about getting dressed, but also about enjoying a ritual of life.

After tidying up his clothes, he reached out to the little princess who was still looking lazy on the bed.

He held her soft and boneless little hand gently, with a look of happiness on his face.

Then he said softly: "The Queen said that if Chuchu is not pregnant with the little prince, I will not be allowed to enter the palace!"

(end)

Happiness, for Chuchu, is every tender moment of snuggling with Prince Jue in the morning light. Outside the window, birds chirped crisply, and the sun shone through the gauze curtains, sprinkling on the two of them, coating them with a layer of light golden light. Prince Jue lightly held the brush, using the morning light as ink and love as color, sketching a series of Chuchu's profiles on the rice paper, either smiling like a flower or quietly thinking. Occasionally, she raised her eyes and happened to meet his affectionate eyes. The two smiled at each other, without words, and understood each other.

He put down his pen, walked to her side, and gently brushed her hair behind her ears. The warmth of his fingertips seemed to warm her heart. Then, he took her hand and strolled to the courtyard, where the flowers were in full bloom and the fragrance was overwhelming. They sat side by side on the swing, and he pushed it gently. The swing swayed slowly, taking them through the sea of ​​flowers. The laughter and the fragrance of flowers intertwined, painting a touching picture of happiness. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and happiness was so simple - with you by my side, the years are quiet and good.