The Way of Favors

Fu Rong was used to Xu Jin's night attack. He was taken aback for a moment, only pulling up the quilt to cover his body, frowning at the man sitting by the bed.

Not seen in January, Xu Jin is obviously thinner, and it seems darker.

The little girl did not scold herself, but looked at him with those big misty eyes. Xu Jin felt soft, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Rong understood that if he wanted Xu Jin to really like her, and like to the point where she could not bear to punish her for doing something wrong, she couldn't always be cold to him. No one is a fool. If she doesn't show her heart, she and Wang An will become true in the future. How can Xu Jin believe in her hypocrisy and believe her involuntarily?

So she bit her lip and looked down and said: "The prince seems to be thin."

Just six words, it has nothing to do with love, love or miss, but it is more exciting than any sweet words.

And this was the first time she cared about him.

Xu Jin couldn’t tell how she felt. There was the pride that finally made her like herself, and there was also an unfamiliar throbbing. It was not the excitement and joy when kissing her, or the love and spoiling when she was acting like a baby, like running around. When the road junction is dry, a cup of warm tea is tenderly handed over, which is gentle and comfortable from the inside out.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand, trying to hold her.

Fu Rong quickly retracted his hand to the bed and looked up at him: "The prince promised me, even if he comes over, he must treat him with courtesy."

Xu Jin’s heartbeat speeded up with her eyes filled with anger and resentment. He put his hands on her quilt honestly, felt the residual warmth on the quilt, looked at her face and explained: "More than 20 consecutive days. You are all running on the edge of the Yellow River, can you not be thin? After finishing your work, I expected that you should enter Beijing, and then rushed back overnight. I entered Beijing quietly tonight, and I will come to see you before I enter the palace."

The first half of Fu Rong believed. If Xu Jin did not do it himself, he would not lose weight. In the latter case, she was too lazy to tell the truth from the false, so she only whispered to him: "The prince is so hard. Go back to the house and rest. I'll stay at home. I need to worry about the prince."

Xu Jin didn't believe her very much. "Your family hasn't been in Beijing for more than ten years. No one in the Hou Mansion bullies you?"

Fu Pinchuan and Fu Pinyan brothers both have the ability to manage the whole house in an orderly manner. He and Xu Jia work well, and there is no problem in coming in at night. If those stalking subordinates enter the two mansions, they will be easily spotted. Therefore, Xu Jin only Let them stare at Fu Rong's whereabouts outside. In fact, if there were too many accidents in Jizhou, Xu Jin would not have planned to stare so closely, a little girl who loves vanity, how would he have expected it to be so difficult to coax her to agree to marry him?

Fu Rong was not surprised that Xu Jin would ask like this. Since he is going to marry her, he will definitely figure out the general situation of Jingyang Houfu. He smiled and said: "Why are some people bullying us? The prince would really talk nonsense. Just talk about it." Compared with other noble houses, Jingyang Hou Mansion is really peaceful, if Sister Fu Bao didn't die one after another.

Xu Jin saw her ruddy complexion, unlike a wronged one, and said: "There is no best. If someone bullies you, tell me."

His eyes were gentle and domineering, as if he was treating her as his own. Fu Rong shrank his neck under the quilt. Seeing Xu Jin staring at her unblinkingly, he simply grabbed the quilt and covered his red face, dullly. Advise him: "Lord prince, go quickly, prince is not sleepy, I'm still sleepy."

With that shy and cowardly cute appearance, Xu Jin almost couldn't help but pounce on it!

But he held it back for a long time, swallowing his mouth and said, "Don't be sleepy, let's talk a little longer, I got a good thing in Shandong, you will definitely like it when you see it."

Fu Rong became curious, "What?"

Xu Jin laughed at her: "If you show your head, I will tell you."

It is certainly not ordinary that a prince can see and be confident to please a woman.

Fu Rong had to slowly put down the quilt and glared at him in shame.

Xu Jin likes to be stared at by her, leaning closer, "It's a parrot with a nice name. It's called the emerald peach-faced parrot. Its feathers are as bright as emerald, and the feathers on the top of the head and neck are pink. I As soon as I saw it, I knew it would suit you."

When Fu Rong was a child, there was a partner who raised a parrot. The white one with yellow hair on the top of her head was very beautiful. But now that Xu Jin said this, she wanted this emerald peach noodle even more, so she couldn’t help but look behind Xu Jin: "You Bring it? Will it be called?"

The bigger Xu Jin smiled, he couldn’t help holding a strand of her hair and putting it in his hand to play with. When he touched the red hair on the head of the parrot, he thought to her like this, “No, I’m in a hurry to come back. When you get sick, let the people below take it slowly. When you arrive in Beijing on the eighth day of the new year, if you find a chance to go out, I will give it to you quietly? When you look back, you said you bought it outside."

Fu Rong was annoyed by his appetite, grabbing his hair and not touching it to him: "Why do you give it quietly? I also follow the maid when I go out. I don't want people around me to know about us."

"Don't worry, I've made arrangements." Xu Jin naturally came prepared, "You and your family will go to Yongtai Temple for incense. I will send someone to pretend to sell parrots. You buy them in front of everyone, so no one will doubt it. ."

Fu Rong curled his lips: "For such a beautiful bird, there must be many people who want to buy it. Just sell it to me..."

Xu Jin interrupted her with a smile: "So selling things is also about fate, you just go, don't think about other things."

Fu Rong had no choice but to believe him, and urged him to leave after saying a few words.

Xu Jin took out a hexagonal red sandalwood inlaid eight-treasure jewelry box at this time, shook it gently towards Fu Rong, and stood up and said, "This is a gift for you tonight. I will go outside and you will pack it up. Call me later."

Fu Rong was anxious: "Wait, tell me what's inside first?"

Xu Jin only told her to dress better without looking back.

This person was mysterious, and her heart itched halfway through the words. Fu Rong was really angry and curious. After Xu Jin went out, he lightly got up and changed clothes. The dress, Lanxiang, which is going to be worn tomorrow, is already on the hanger. Fu Rong looks in the mirror after putting it on. The light red embroidered garland of flowers makes her blushing face even more beautiful and unraveled. Long hair adds to the charming and lazy.

Fu Rong knew that it would look better with long hair hanging like this than combing it, but why did she show it to Xu Jin? He sat down in front of the dressing table and simply drew a bag head. Finally, for the parrot's sake, he put a pink bead flower in the bun and a pair of pearl pendants on his ears.

To coax his heart, then when he gives the gift, she will accept it first, and it will be broken in the future, and then all will be returned to him.

With a sigh of relief, Fu Rong got up and asked Xu Jin to come in.

The outside room was dark and Xu Jin couldn't see clearly. When he entered the room and saw Fu Rong's dress, fresh and coquettish, he couldn't look away.

Every time she saw her, she seemed to be more beautiful, like a budding flower bone, one day, the most enchanting flower in the world will bloom, a flower that completely belongs to him.

"Dongnong, you are so beautiful." Xu Jin said in a low voice, with undisguised admiration in Feng's eyes.

Fu Rong turned around and sat down at the coffee table, looking down silently.

Xu Jin returned to his mind, looked at the coffee table, went back to the chair beside the bed, opened the jewelry box in his hand and put it on the bed, and then looked at Fu Rong, the meaning was self-evident. He won't be offensive to her tonight, but he wants to be closer to her. She wants to know what's in the box, so she has to sit and watch.

The man sat down like an old monk, and Fu Rong stared at him for a moment. After all, he couldn't help his intense curiosity. He bit his lip and walked to the bed. He was about to see the contents of the box. Xu Jin stretched out his hand to cover it again. One hand is big, tight and tight. Fu Rong stopped with anger and glared at him, "I don't want it, I don't want it anymore!"

Xu Jin raised her eyebrows, Fengyan seemed to see through her thoughts: "I really don't want it?"

Fu Rong wanted but didn't want to be teased by him, and turned around to leave.

Xu Jin quickly got up to stop her, bowed his head and coaxed: "Stop making trouble, I just want to be closer to you, and I will never touch you tonight."

Fu Rong didn't believe it. He looked at his boots and asked, "What if you touched it?"

"This..." Xu Jin thought about it seriously. Seeing her playing with her cuffs with her little hands, she couldn't help but smiled: "If you touch it, tell me to fall off the wall when you hit the wall, okay?"

Fu Rong gently "poached" him and walked quickly towards the bed.

It is a box full of pearl beads the size of soybeans, shining brightly in the light, shining brightly.

Fu Rong stared blankly, sat on the bed, held the jewelry box on his knees, and reached out to touch the beads.

Pearls are of course nothing unusual. Fu Rong has seen white pearls, black pearls, and even pink pearls, but the box of pearls sent by Xu Jin, in addition to black and white, also contains fiery red pearls and azure blue pearls. Blue pearls, and golden pearls at sunset, five colors mixed together, their own light, the light that meets in mid-air, is truly colorful.

"Is there really a pearl of this color?" Fu Rong pinched a blue one and asked Xu Jin incredulously.

Xu Jin had already sat on the chair and looked at her with a smile: "The world is full of wonders." With a beauty like her, there are naturally pearls worthy of her.

He stared at her bright face with scorching eyes, but Fu Rong refused to give it to him for a while, touching the pearls one by one, and couldn't put it down.

She looked at Pearl for as long as Xu Jin stared at her.

Xu Jin was eating it, and took out the colorful silk thread that he had prepared long ago from his arms and gave her: "It's going to be the Dragon Boat Festival, you will make me a long-life thread."

Fu Rong was reluctant to divide the pearls into him, and while covering the jewelry box, he groaned, "Who do you wear for a long life, a big man? I was seen as a joke." It's all worn by children and girls, so how can a man use his wrist? Wear colorful silk.

Xu Jin saw her stinginess in his eyes, and couldn't laugh or cry: "For such a box, you can't bear to divide me five? Don't hide it. The night is dark. Hurry up and make up one for me. I will leave immediately. Wear it when you sleep, and keep it close to your body during the day, so you don’t have to worry about being seen."

He insisted again and again, but Fu Rong couldn't say that he reluctantly picked out five beads and put them on the bed, and then bowed his head to weave colorful silk for him, which is the so-called longevity thread.

Her fingers are slender and white, her nails are pale pink, and she is skilled and beautiful by weaving colorful silk. Xu Jin started staring only at her hand, slowly moving his eyes upward.

Under the green veil, the little girl looked serious, well-behaved and calm, because her long hair was tied to the top of her head. When she lowered her head, a beautiful and soft curve appeared on the back of her neck. There was a large piece of jade white that made people want to leave on it Something, I want to follow her neckline and look at the place hidden by clothes.

The brocade tent rises and falls gently with the wind. The daughter is Jiaojiao, her fingers are soft.

Xu Jin couldn't help himself, holding her hand and promised: "Nongrong, after we get married, I will definitely treat you well."

Fu Rong's struggling movement paused, his eyes retracted from his face, and he whispered: "You let me finish it first..."

Xu Jin smiled and let go of his hand. When Fu Rong was ready, he stretched out his hand cheeky, raised his sleeve and said, "You help me put it on."

His wrists were as thin as the back of his hands, and there was a kind of power in the beauty. Fu Rong took a second look before gently tying him.

"Don't you have to say a few auspicious words for the long life?" Xu Jin gently reminded, feeling her gentle movements.

Fu Rong took a look at the long-lived thread she made up by herself. After a moment of silence, he did as he wished: "May the prince live well in all seasons and live long and rich."