I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

At dawn, the courtyard of the Duke's Mansion seemed to be gently covered by a layer of golden gauze, shining brightly. Chen Jue was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, which fluttered in the wind, making his figure stand out like a pine tree, and his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes revealed an innate heroic spirit.

At this moment, he was practicing sword-wielding in the training ground with concentration. The sword in his hand was like a nimble dragon. The wind from the sword whistled past, just like the biting cold wind blowing through the valley. The cold light flickered continuously, reflecting his face that became more resolute due to his concentration.

Chen Jia walked over lightly. She was wearing a light pink silk dress. The color of the dress was just like the peach blossoms blooming in spring, delicate, beautiful and charming.

There was only a jade hairpin in her hair, which emitted a warm luster under the sunlight. Her simple dress could not conceal her elegant temperament at all.

She moved lightly to the edge of the field, stopped, and with a faint smile on her lips, that smile was as warm as the spring sun. She quietly stared at Chen Jue practicing martial arts.

After Chen Jue finished his sword skills, he sheathed his sword and turned around to see Chen Jia. His eyes were immediately filled with surprise and tenderness, as if he had suddenly encountered a clear spring in the barren desert.

He walked quickly towards her and said with a smile, "Sister, why are you here? Is there something you want to talk to me about?" His concern was evident in his words.

Chen Jia tilted her head slightly, her eyes bright as stars: "I saw that the weather is very good today, and I thought you were practicing martial arts here, so I came to take a look. Your sword skills are getting more and more sophisticated. The move 'Clear Wind Breaks the Clouds' just now was so powerful, and it was quite like a master's style."

Her voice is clear and pleasant, just like the singing of birds in the woods, melodious and lingering.

Chen Jue gently held her hands. His hands were broad and warm, tightly wrapping around Chen Jia's soft hands. He pulled her to sit on a stone bench beside him and said, "Sister, you are too kind. I just practice diligently every day, just to have enough ability to protect you and the Duke's Mansion."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently brushed away a fallen petal from Chen Jia's shoulder. His movements were extremely gentle, as if the petal was a rare treasure and he was afraid that the slightest force would damage it.

Chen Jia felt warm in her heart, but she deliberately scolded him: "You only want to protect the Duke's Mansion? Am I insignificant in your heart?"

She pretended to be angry and turned her head away. She looked like a spoiled child, so lovable.

Chen Jue quickly turned her face back, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "Sister, you are as important as a thousand pounds in my heart. The Duke's Mansion is a home because of you. I am willing to do everything I can to protect you and stay by your side."

His eyes were deep and fiery, like burning flames, enough to melt people.

Chen Jia then smiled and said, "You just want to make me happy."

As the two were talking, a breeze blew by, bringing with it the scent of flowers. The fragrance was rich and fresh, lingering around their noses. Chen Jia took a deep breath and praised, "The flowers in this courtyard are becoming more fragrant. Xiaojue, do you still remember the promise we made in that sea of ​​flowers?"

Chen Jue was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Of course I remember. We said that we would enjoy the flourishing flowers in this mansion together every year, no matter the weather, and we would never let each other down."

Chen Jia stood up and walked to the flowers nearby. She leaned over and sniffed a beautiful peony. The peony had layers of petals and bright colors. She turned around and said to Chen Jue, "Then you must not break your promise. Next year when the flowers bloom, you must accompany me here to recite poems and paint."

Chen Jue also stood up and walked to her side: "It's a deal. I will grind ink and spread paper for you and listen to your wonderful poems."

It was almost noon, and the sun was getting hotter. Chen Jue and Chen Jia returned to their room hand in hand. Chen Jue looked at the beads of sweat on Chen Jia's forehead and said distressedly, "Sister, you take a rest first. I'll ask someone to prepare some food to relieve the heat."

After saying that, he left in a hurry. After a while, Chen Jue walked into the room carrying a plate of iced watermelon and two bowls of sour plum soup.

He put the things on the table, picked up a piece of watermelon, and handed it to Chen Jia: "Sister, try this watermelon, it's just taken out of the ice cellar, it's very sweet."

The watermelon flesh is bright red and juicy, making you salivate.

Chen Jia opened her red lips slightly and took a bite of the watermelon. The watermelon was juicy and she smiled contentedly, "Mm, it's really sweet. Xiaojue, you eat it too."

The two sat at the table, eating watermelon and chatting about trivial matters in the mansion. Chen Jia suddenly remembered something and said, "Xiao Jue, what do you think we should name our child if we have one?"

Chen Jue put down the watermelon in his hand and thought for a moment: "If it is a boy, I hope he can have lofty ambitions, like an eagle soaring in the sky. He can be named 'Yi Fei', which means outstanding talent and soaring into the sky. If it is a girl, she should be gentle and intelligent like her sister. How about 'Shi Ya'? It is poetic and elegant."

Chen Jia nodded gently: "Yi Fei and Shi Ya are both good names. However, the naming matter still needs to be considered carefully. I will consider it carefully after the child is born."

In the afternoon, Chen Jia felt a little tired, so she lay down on the couch for a nap. Chen Jue sat beside her, picked up a book, and read quietly, looking up at Chen Jia from time to time, his eyes full of doting.

That gaze was like the warm sunshine of spring, shining on Chen Jia, bringing her endless warmth and peace.

When Chen Jia woke up, the sun had already set. She stretched, looked at Chen Jue, and said a little embarrassedly: "I slept for a long time."

Chen Jue closed the book, walked to the couch, and sat beside her: "Sister, you are tired, it's okay to sleep a little longer. I am here to accompany you, and it is comfortable."

The two of them stood up, walked out of the room, and went for a walk in the courtyard. In the pond in the courtyard, lotus flowers were in full bloom and lotus leaves were everywhere.

Some of the lotus flowers are in bud, like shy girls; others are in full bloom, like graceful beauties.

Seeing this, Chen Jue had an idea and said to Chen Jia, "Sister, how about we play a game?"

Chen Jia asked curiously: "What game?"

Chen Jue pointed at the lotus in the pond and said, "Let's take turns reciting poems on the theme of lotus. Whoever can't keep up the poem will lose. The loser must agree to a request from the winner."

Chen Jia readily agreed: "Okay, I'll go first. 'The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the lotus blossoms on both sides of the face.'"

Chen Jue thought for a moment and continued, "'The lotus leaves reaching up to the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are exceptionally red.'"

Chen Jia then chanted: "'The little lotus has just shown its pointed tip, and already a dragonfly has landed on it.'"

The two of them went back and forth, neither giving in. After a few rounds, Chen Jia was speechless and couldn't think of a suitable poem.

She looked at Chen Jue helplessly: "I lost, you tell me what you want."

Chen Jue said with a wicked smile: "Sister, I want you to dance for me."

Chen Jia's cheeks turned slightly red: "You bad guy, you always make things difficult for me."

Although she was angry, she still walked to the center of the courtyard, waving her long sleeves and dancing gracefully. Her dance was light and graceful, like a fairy descending to the earth, her long sleeves fluttering in the air, like clouds floating in the sky.

Chen Jue was fascinated by the sight, and his eyes followed Chen Jia's figure closely, as if she was the only one in the world.

After the dance, Chen Jue walked forward and hugged Chen Jia tightly in his arms: "Sister, you dance so beautifully."

His embrace was warm and solid, giving Chen Jia a full sense of security.

Night fell, and the moon was high in the sky. After dinner, Chen Jue and Chen Jia came to the pavilion in the courtyard. Chen Jue ordered people to put the zither and tea sets in the pavilion.

Chen Jue sat in front of the zither, gently plucked the strings, and played a piece of music called "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix". The sound of the zither was melodious and gentle, like weeping and complaining, expressing his deep love for Chen Jia.

The sound of the piano was like a gurgling stream, flowing in Chen Jia's heart, nourishing her heart. Chen Jia sat aside, listening quietly, fiddling with the teacup in her hand, pouring tea for Chen Jue.

At the end of the song, Chen Jia exclaimed: "Xiaojue, your piano skills are getting better and better. This "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" is very touching."

Chen Jue stood up and walked to sit next to Chen Jia. "As long as you like it, I'll play it only for you."

The two of them sat together in the pavilion, sipping tea and admiring the bright moon. Chen Jue looked at Chen Jia and said softly, "Sister, it is my greatest blessing to be with you in this life. I hope the years will be peaceful and we can always be like this."

"Xiaojue, I am willing to walk through every day and night with you hand in hand."

During the peaceful years in the Duke's Mansion, the loving daily life of Chen Jue and Chen Jia was like a trickle of water, nourishing each other's hearts.