Chapter 47 Cousin’s premature death of his first wife 5
“Mrs. Prince, my cousin is here.”
The next day, Lin Zhi was lying on the soft couch sickly. The spring sunshine was just right, and several of them The maid served her happily, and many of the fruits on the table were brought back by Chu Jing from his trip south this time.
Chunlan and the others discussed making spring clothes from the brocade that the prince sent today. Now in April, the weather is getting warmer.
Hearing the news, Lin Zhi turned around and saw Wen Shuyue walking in a pink dress. She looked very popular. She looked both charming as an unmarried woman and as a married woman. Human style.
He walked up to Yingying and bowed: "Yue'er pays homage to the Crown Prince's wife." The voice was pleasant to the ear.
Ling Zhi thought that the heroine had been a married woman for fifteen years, and no matter what she did, she would never be able to be as innocent as a real girl.
"Cousin, there is no need to be polite, please get up quickly. Chunlan brings a chair for cousin." After she sat down, she said with a smile, "Cousin, just call me cousin," and asked her what she wanted from her. thing.
Wen Shuyue looked at her carefully with a worried expression: "My cousin's face doesn't look good, but her condition has worsened?"
She secretly thought that Lin had already passed away when she got the news in her previous life. Half a year has passed, and there is still more than a year to go. Is it possible that your health will not be better from now on? It's only been a year, so it's a bit slow.
"This..." Lin Zhi's face was covered with redness, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to answer.
Chunlan gasped, covering her lips with a smile and said: "Cousin, the Crown Prince's wife is not sick, it was our Crown Prince who hurt the Crown Prince's wife last night. The lady is weak, isn't this... Oh, Crown Prince, Madam Just let go of your hands and shut up, this slave." He pretended to be wailing in a strange way.
Ling Zhi let go of Chunlan's hand around her waist and scolded: "You girl~"
She said to Wen Shuyue embarrassedly, "My body is fine, cousin, don't worry." However, there is a shyness in the moment, as if the relationship between the couple is very good, and the heroine is deliberately stimulated.
Wen Shuyue probably saw the scene of Chu Jing hugging her last night and had been holding it back all night. Now she couldn't wait to spy on the enemy. If she didn't show off, it would be in vain.
Wen Shuyue smiled stiffly: "As long as my cousin is fine." However, her eyes fell uncontrollably on the hickey on Lin Zhi's neck. The woman clearly looked like she had been loved deeply, and she couldn't help but guess what happened last night. , Could a calm and self-possessed gentleman like my cousin be so menacing?
A layer of sourness arose in my heart, and I suddenly saw the men's shoes in the basket of the Ya Front: "My cousin is sewing shoes for my cousin?"
Lin Zhi took a look and saw that it was indeed sewn by the original owner herself, but she would not bother with Chu Jing and planned to hand it over to the maid later, but she did not elaborate and nodded slightly. Wen Shuyue's smile suddenly grew bigger: "My cousin is really sincere to my cousin."
"Yue'er also sewed two pairs of shoes for her cousin and just sent them to her. Now she and her cousin are Comparing his skills, it’s really unsightly.”
“But fortunately, my cousin didn’t dislike it, otherwise Yue’er would be really embarrassed to see others.”
Lin Zhi... She couldn't help but look at Wen Shuyue carefully. There was a sweet smile on the woman's lips. For those who didn't know, she thought she was making shoes for her husband-in-law.
This is also the case in the original plot. Wen Shuyue would give things to Chu Jing from time to time, and after delivering them, she would come to the original owner and yell, to show how good her relationship with Chu Jing was.
Although it is usually the wife who prepares a man's clothing and shoes, it doesn't matter if his sister and others occasionally make one or two.
The original owner didn't care at first, but he couldn't stand Wen Shuyue often doing this kind of thing, and the news gradually spread in the house that Chu Jing wanted to take Miss Biao as his concubine, so he naturally became depressed.
"My cousin has intentions, how can the prince dislike her?" Lin Zhi covered her lips and yawned.
Chunlan immediately said: "Mrs. Prince, are you tired?"
Lin Zhi shook his head: "Stay with my cousin for a while longer. My cousin will try these pastries. They are all made by people in my yard. They taste pretty good." But Wen How can Shuyue sit down again? Lin Zhi hurriedly said not to bother her, but seeing that she couldn't hold her back, Lin Zhi said she would go play with her next time and asked the maid to give her away. After a while, Chunlan came back with a strange expression on her face: "Miss, just now Miss Biao and Zhuyue talked for a long time."
Ling Zhi waved her hand: "It was just some gossip. "Some outsiders called her 'Mrs. Prince', but no one called her 'Ms.' and no one warned her. As for Zhuyue, Wen Shuyue is just trying to win over her for a while.
Chunlan was immediately relieved: "Zhuyue really betrayed the master, so he shouldn't be stupid enough to be courteous to a young cousin who just entered the house."
Lin Zhi secretly thought that you were wrong. He just got together with Wen Shuyue.
"However, I don't know why, but I always feel that my cousin is too fond of the prince..." Chunlan couldn't understand why they felt uncomfortable even though they were just making shoes.
Ling Zhi smiled: "Don't think too much, my cousin just wants to express her gratitude to the prince."
As for how true this sentence is, only she knows.
Looking at the sun, Lin Zhi got up and went into the room to take a nap. Chunlan saw the shoes in the sewing basket and asked hurriedly: "Mrs. Shizi, are you not going to make these shoes?"
The woman waved her hand: "Put it there." Since Chu Jing had someone to do it for him, she simply didn't have to worry about it. Several maids looked at each other.
In the front yard, Chu Jing finished washing. He went to the palace to meet the saint this morning. This time he went south for three months and had many things to report to His Majesty. He did not come back until noon.
I came out of the inner room and saw new shoes. I wanted to pick them up and try them on, but suddenly I felt something was wrong. I looked carefully and found that they were different from the ones sent by Wen Shuyue just now. Come on, let it go.
"Ren Hu, please let someone do what my cousin just said." As soon as he returned home, Wen Shuyue came to him and asked him to help deliver news to his parents at home in Ezhou, because It was a small matter, so he agreed.
Ren Hu handed over his hand: "Yes, I will make arrangements right now."
Chu Jing called the servant in again and divided a plate of fruits and melons from the palace into Luohua Courtyard to deliver to his cousin.
My mother, the crown prince’s wife, and everyone else were also sent away separately.
After giving these minor instructions, he sat down at the desk and began to deal with the unresolved official business.
Until the sky was getting dark and candles were lit in the house, Ren Jiang came in and asked if he wanted to go to Ruyi Courtyard for dinner tonight.
Chu Jing thought of last night, and the scene that made people blush could not help but emerge in his mind, and his throat rolled: "I won't go today." Let's go again next time on the first day of the new year.
Lin Zhi had already guessed that Chu Jing would be like this. As soon as it got dark, he ate by himself, washed up and went to bed.
For several days, Chu Jing was busy with matters in the court. He went out early and came back late, rarely seeing anyone.
On the other hand, Wen Shuyue did not stop even though she lived in such a far away yard. She got up every day to greet Fang, and after dinner, she went to find some of the Chu family's daughters to play with.
Fuzhong has been extremely lively these days. They are either holding tea parties or gathering together to read poems and write lyrics.
(End of this chapter)