After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

Xiao Yu picked up the red paper on the tray and looked puzzled, "What is this?"

"I'm writing couplets." Su Lingyue took his other hand and shook it twice. "You won't be here during the New Year, so I want to decorate the palace in advance."

Even if the timing was wrong, they still spent time together after marriage, and the meaning is different after all.

Su Lingyue's voice was soft, with undisguised anticipation in her eyes.

Xiao Yu looked stunned.

He had already anticipated this in his mind. Before leaving, he would personally instruct Butler Wu that if the princess spent the New Year at the mansion, the house should be well decorated, with everything necessary.

This could also make up for some of the guilt he felt.

But he was wrong.

What he wanted was to make up for it with things, and these were the things that Su Lingyue had the most.

What Su Lingyue cared about was always the affection and time she spent with him.

Xiao Yu put down what he was holding and stared intently into Su Lingyue's starry eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered occasionally, as if gently sweeping across his heart, causing ripples.

"Is it okay?" Seeing that Xiao Yu did not respond for a long time, Su Lingyue asked again softly.

Xiao Yu smiled gently and scratched the tip of Su Lingyue's nose, "Whatever Yue'er wants to do, your husband will accompany you."

Ever since Luzhu came to the palace, she has been afraid of the prince. Through long-term observation, she found that the prince would only show such a gentle side in front of the princess.

Given Xiao Yu's usual pressure, even when he was gentle, she did not dare to overstep the line and lowered her head consciously.

Su Lingyue smiled tenderly and said to Lu Zhu, "Put your things down and tidy up the things on the table."

Luzhu responded, put the tray on the desk, collected the cutlery on the tea table and put it into the lunch box, then prepared to go out.

Luzhu walked to the door. Su Lingyue thought of Caidie who was waiting for her outside and said, "Let Caidie go down too. You don't need to wait on us here."

"Yes, Princess." Lu Zhu turned around and bowed, then went out and closed the door.

Xiao Yu pushed the tray to the side and took out the cut red paper inside.

Su Lingyue was standing by, watching his methodical movements.

After being married for so long, she had seen Xiao Yu's handwriting, which was like a swimming dragon, with some sharp edges, very beautiful. But she had never seen Xiao Yu write.

Those white and slender hands had painted in front of her before. It was also during the conflict with Princess Chaoyang of Xiliang. In order to find the murderer, Xiao Yu picked up the paintbrush in front of her.

She was flustered at that time and didn't pay much attention.

These hands must look very beautiful when writing with a pen.

Under the candlelight, Xiao Yu had a clear and elegant look, an upright posture, and graceful movements. He carefully used a paperweight to smooth and press it.

"Has Your Majesty ever written it yourself before?" Su Lingyue walked closer, curved her brows and looked at Xiao Yu, the goose yellow hem of her clothes pressed intimately against the dark blue hem.

After tidying up the notes, Xiao Yu turned sideways to face Su Lingyue and said in a gentle voice, "No. These were all handled by Yan Qing and Butler Wu in the past."

Su Lingyue was a little surprised, "So what did you do during the Chinese New Year in the past?"

When the Chinese New Year comes, many wealthy and powerful families and their families write couplets as a way of competing with each other.

Write with confidence and show your calligraphy talent. Those who are not as good as them will spend a lot of money to ask calligraphy masters for their works to save their face.

She did it for no other reason than this was the first New Year after her marriage and she wanted her and Xiao Yu to participate.

Xiao Yu thought for a moment and said, "Play chess, talk, read books with them, or go to the palace to see my mother."

Yes, Xiao Yu is in poor health and can only do these things. The streets may be full of dangers, and he will not leave the house without permission.

"No fireworks?" Su Lingyue asked.

Xiao Yu answered patiently: "They will release it."

Setting off fireworks doesn't seem like something Xiao Yu would do, so the plan needs to be changed.

Looking at Su Lingyue's serious and thoughtful look, Xiao Yu chuckled and stroked her face. The slightly cool fingertips brought Su Lingyue back to her senses.

Xiao Yu lowered his head and came closer to her. "Yue'er asked me to write a couplet. Have you thought about what to write?"

Su Lingyue raised her eyes and met his gaze.

The jade-like face was so close that Su Lingyue's heart beat faster unconsciously and her face felt a little hot.

They were very close, so close that Xiao Yu could clearly see each of Su Lingyue's eyelashes. The faint scent of jasmine mixed with the faint scent of agarwood drifted into Xiao Yu's nostrils.

The two of them slept in the same bed, and their bodies had already been unknowingly stained with each other's scent, but the scent on Su Lingyue's body seemed to smell particularly good.

Xiao Yu unconsciously moved closer, his forehead against Su Lingyue's, their breaths intertwined.

Su Lingyue blinked, her heartbeat quickened, and she breathed out hot air and said softly, "I haven't thought about it yet, but they are all auspicious words, so you don't have to think too much about them. Your Highness, just pick a few to write down."

Xiao Yu took a deep breath, feeling the alluring smell penetrate his heart, and then he raised the corner of his mouth and pulled away, "Then I will just write two paintings, and Yue'er will grind the ink for me."

Su Lingyue's cheeks turned red. Looking at the beautiful face, she nodded and said "hmm".

Xiao Yu had a faint smile on his face. He pressed the paper with a paperweight and began to choose a brush.

Su Lingyue walked to his side, poured some water from the cup onto the inkstone, and began to grind ink.

While grinding the ink, he was planning in his mind how to decorate the mansion. He wanted it to be lively and festive, just like the real Chinese New Year.

How about inviting my uncle and his family over to have some fun together?

But I don’t know when my uncle will be able to clear his name.

Su Lingyue stopped what she was doing and looked at Xiao Yu, "Your Majesty, when will the witness come back?"

Xiao Yu put down the pen he had chosen and said calmly, "Yun Ting just reported that he will be here tomorrow."

"Really!" Su Lingyue's eyes were bright, "Will Uncle be able to come out of Dali Temple soon?"

Xiao Yu looked at her happy expression with a gentle look, "Well, the Dali Temple will present the evidence to the emperor, and the emperor will send the Ministry of Justice and the Inspectorate to investigate. The suspicion will be cleared in three to five days."

"That's great!" Su Lingyue smiled with her eyebrows curved, her face showing joy that could not be concealed, "Three to five days! Uncle can make it in time. After the house is decorated, how about we invite uncle and his family over as well? Come and attend our reunion dinner."

Xiao Yu looked at Su Lingyue lovingly, "Okay, I will write the invitations then."

Whatever she wants, he will satisfy her.

Su Lingyue was in a good mood and continued to grind ink.

"We'll have to draw up the menu later and have the chef prepare it in advance."

"Ah."

"My uncle likes to have a drink, so I have to buy him a jar of good wine."

"Okay. What kind of wine does Lord Jiang like to drink?" Xiao Yu asked casually while writing the couplet.

Su Lingyue was touched by Xiao Yu's attentiveness

She smiled and said softly, "My uncle prefers Du Kang, but aged Nv'erhong is also fine."

Xiao Yu paused, curled his lips and said, "Okay, let Butler Wu prepare two jars each."

Su Lingyue slowly ground the ink and continued to talk about her ideas. Xiao Yu agreed with her while writing the couplet.

After a while, couplets were written on all the red papers.

Xiao Yu put down his pen and asked Su Lingyue to come over and take a look. "Yue'er, are you satisfied?"

Su Lingyue put down the ink block and moved to Xiao Yu's side, her petite body pressing against his tall and upright body.

The delicate fabric and the dark fabric stuck together, rubbing against each other as the two moved.

Couplets all express peace and joy.

Peace and joy are all as you wish. Blessings will come naturally with a pure thought. Be happy and at ease.

Good luck in autumn and prosperity in winter, peace in spring and prosperity in summer bring health, peace and happiness.

Orioles are singing in the north, and the mountains are green; swallows are chirping in the south, and thousands of households are happy, and spring is in the air.

The other pairs have similar meanings.

"Your Majesty's handwriting is so beautiful! Even compared to Master He, it's not inferior!"

Xiao Yu looked at her with interest, a smile in his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Su Lingyue thought for a moment, then met Xiao Yu's gaze and said seriously, "Taifu He is a veteran and loyal minister of Daning for three dynasties. His handwriting is very elegant and upright, but he is too disciplined and has lost himself."

"The prince's calligraphy is free-flowing, proud, and casual."

The handwriting follows the person, and that is what Xiao Yu's heart desires.

"Whatever you want."

Xiao Yu was shocked in his heart. He hadn't heard such an evaluation in many years.

The person who said such words is long gone. I didn't expect to hear them from Su Lingyue again.

Xiao Yu raised the corner of his mouth.

"As long as Yue'er likes it." He looked at her gently and affectionately. He raised his hand and rubbed her cheek, which was soft and fragrant.

Xiao Yu's gaze penetrated into Su Lingyue's heart, making Su Lingyue's cheeks a little hot. She looked away, and saw another couplet placed on the edge, and her eyes were immediately attracted to it.

"The clear light for thousands of miles is beyond imagination. Chang'e and the jade rabbit run to meet each other, bright and dust-free." Su Lingyue read out slowly. The ten or so words made her heart beat fast.

"What is this?" She looked at Xiao Yu with her bright eyes, with a look of puzzlement and joy that could not be concealed.

Xiao Yu bent down, put his forehead against hers, rubbed his nose against hers, and said slowly, "Do you like it?"

Su Lingyue couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She put her small hands on Xiao Yu's waist and asked in a low voice: "Isn't this too ostentatious? Whose couplets are written like this?" Although she was complaining, her tone could not hide her joy.

Xiao Yu smiled as he gazed at the pretty face in front of him tenderly, his tone brooking no room for rebuttal, "I am praising my princess in my own house, who dares to say anything?"

Yes, this is their home, who dares to say anything.

Su Lingyue whispered, "Well, then I'll post it on Furong Pavilion so that I can see it every day when I go in and out."

Xiao Yu nuzzled her nose and whispered, imitating her tone: "Princess, you can stick it at the entrance of the palace if you want."

Su Lingyue blinked and thought for a moment, then firmly refused, "No, who would post a love poem on the door? People in the capital would laugh at them."

Worried that Xiao Yu might misunderstand, Su Lingyue hurriedly added: "And I don't want other women to know what you wrote to me. What if they also want a husband who can write love poems and want to marry you?"

Xiao Yu chuckled, pulled her slender waist into his arms, and kissed her soft pink lips, "That's too much trouble!"

In the capital, who else would go to such great lengths to keep him as his wife, except for Yue who has fallen into the mortal world?