Traveled to ancient times and became a cheap little dad

It was very lively outside, with occasional calls of vendors and noises of laughter. Li Quan went over and quietly opened a crack in the passage, saying in surprise, "Oh, it's really lively, there are so many people. Is the dragon dance about to start?"

Jing Zejia was indeed attracted. He immediately trotted to the window and opened it forcefully. A gust of cold wind blew in, giving him goose bumps.

"Wow, Dad, Brother Jiang, come quickly, it's so lively."

Jing Zhou smiled and put his arm around Jiang Yun's shoulders, leading her to the window. Outside, there were crowds of people walking around carrying all kinds of lanterns, making it quite lively.

He tilted his head to look at Jiang Yun, as if wondering what those were, "Do you like it?"

"You said before that you've only seen the Lantern Festival dragon dance once. Let's enjoy it today without anyone crowding you."

Jiang Yun didn't react at all. She just held the doll in her arms and stared out the window, with no change in her expression.

Li Quan rolled his eyes, stepped back quietly, took Jiang Yun's cloak from the shelf and gave it to Jing Zhou, "Master, the wind is strong outside the window, don't let your wife get cold."

Jing Zhou took it, glanced at him, and smiled, "You are quite clever."

Jiang Yun put on a red cloak with white edges and still tilted her head to look at the lanterns outside.

His shoulders were grabbed and he moved to the side. Jing Zhou lowered his head to tie the ribbon for him, "Put it on, don't catch a cold."

Tie a bow, raise your hand and pinch his cheek, Jiang Yun almost reflexively opened his hand, Jing Zejia reacted quickly, hugged Jiang Yun's waist and led him to the window,

"Brother Jiang, let's go see the lanterns. Let's see the lanterns."

Jiang Yun turned her head and continued to look outside, and Jing Zejia breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately no one was hit again.

She turned to look at Jing Zhou and complained in a low voice, "Dad, can you please stop touching me? Brother Jiang doesn't like it."

Jing Zhou narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a dangerous expression, "When did you become so capable that you dare to speak like that?"

Jing Zejia hugged Jiang Yun's waist tightly, obviously a little scared. He seemed to be a little too proud of himself recently. "Brother Jiang asked me to protect him, so I said that."

"My son is wrong, please don't be angry."

Li Quan came over with Jing Zhou and Jing Zejia's cloaks, "Master, the young master is also worried and confused. If the lady gets angry, this place is not like home."

Jing Zhou looked at Jing Zejia again, then he controlled his temper and tied his cloak. Li Quan came over to help Jing Zejia adjust his cloak and tie it up again.

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Jiang Yun felt that she had been in a daze for a long time, as if she had just had a nap. She couldn't remember what she was doing before she fell asleep, and now it was like she had just woken up from a dream.

Looking at the strange yet familiar streets, is this the streets of Beijing?

Am I not trapped in the palace?

I glanced at the person holding me. Zejia? Why is he here? He left the palace with me. Am I still dreaming?

Jing Zejia's voice was always in her ears, describing what she saw. She didn't think there was anything wrong even if Jiang Yun didn't answer.

Jiang Yun tried hard to think, but she felt dizzy and couldn't remember anything.

Suddenly, a familiar figure seemed to flash in the shadow of the corner across the street. Brother?

I raised my hand and tapped my temple hard. It was so annoying. Why did my head hurt so much?

The others were obviously frightened by his actions, thinking that he was having another attack. Jing Zhou hugged him from behind, holding his right wrist with his right hand and his left wrist with his left hand.

Shackled, Jiang Yun struggled hard, "Ah ...

The screams attracted the attention of passers-by on the street. They looked around curiously and finally saw them on the second floor. The people across the street quickly walked out of the shadows and stood under the light.

Seeing who was coming, Jiang Yun suddenly stopped talking, as if she had forgotten to struggle.

Their eyes met, Jiang Yun looked at Ling Yun steadily, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, as if a ball of cotton was blocking her throat.

Ling Yun also looked back at him infatuatedly, holding up a lantern high up. Jiang Yun suddenly smiled. That was the lantern they made together, and it was still there.

Jing Zhou held the person in his arms and didn't let go. He was still asking Sun Wei to prepare medicine. When he heard Jiang Yun's laughter, he suddenly lowered his head to look at him, and saw Jiang Yun crying and laughing. He followed his line of sight and saw that it was Ling Yun, followed by A Sheng not far behind.

"Is the young lady okay?" Li Quan exclaimed in surprise.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, do you still recognize me? I'm Zejia." Jing Zejia came up excitedly.

Sun Wei lifted up his skirt and knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, Young Master Jiang will only sober up when he sees his lover. If you force him to be with you again, I'm afraid he will go even crazier and never sober up again."

"You..." Jing Zhou always felt that Sun Wei did it on purpose, but what if...

He suddenly turned around and looked at Ling Yun downstairs. He was standing there, not doing anything else, just staring at Jiang Yun.

Jing Zhou tightened his hands and held the person even tighter. He clearly held the person in his arms so tightly, why didn't he look at me.

"Jiang Yun, look at me, we..." are already together..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wei interrupted him immediately, "Your Majesty, don't say anything that will irritate him, Your Majesty..."

Jing Zejia looked at the man downstairs, then looked at his father, and then looked at Jiang Yun, "Brother Jiang, is that the person you love?"

",,,yes,,"

Jing Zejia lowered his head and thought for a while, then glanced at Sun Wei again, gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground, and said loudly, "Father, please let Brother Jiang go."

"I don't want to see the foolish and silly brother Jiang anymore. Father, please let him go."

Jiang Yun didn't react much to this. She just stared at Ling Yun, swallowed hard, and said with some difficulty, "Brother,"

In an instant, Jing Zhou seemed to have lost all his strength and loosened his grip, leaving only deep scratches on his wrist. He was able to speak again, and he still called Ling Yun.

Freed from his restraints, Jiang Yun took a step forward and grabbed the window sill. Jing Zhou was startled and grabbed his shoulders for fear that he would fall. Ling Yun was shocked and wanted to move forward, but four or five guards came out from the dark and surrounded him.

Jiang Yun finally turned his head to look at Jing Zhou, his eyes full of tears and pleading. He was afraid that Jing Zhou would hurt Ling Yun. If it wasn't for seeing him and if he hadn't just shouted, Ling Yun wouldn't have shown up because of his concern for him.

Jing Zhou raised his hand and wiped his tears bit by bit, his movements were gentle and his voice was soft, "Be good, don't cry, your eyes will hurt if you cry too much."

He straightened his cloak and tied it tightly, "Jiang Yun, my name is Jing Zhou, call me."

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yun finally stammered, "Jing Zhou,"

Jing Zhou hesitated for a moment, then smiled, took a step forward and hugged the person in his arms, holding her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other, stroking her gently twice.