Marrying Gold and Jade

She spoke these words frankly, with her charming look still radiant.

On the contrary, it seemed that he was overthinking.

He lowered his eyes again, this time out of guilt, and simply splashed hot water on the person, and his cleaning movements were much gentler.

He didn't know what to say to the person, so he just said softly, "Thank you."

Lin Yu burst out laughing.

Meeting the man's gaze again, she immediately frowned, "What's the point of thanking me? Brother treated me so rudely today, is 'thank you' what I want to hear?"

Although her words were harsh, she was calling him "brother".

Lin Ji leaned forward, ignoring the water droplets on his sleeves on her shoulders and neck, and put his arms around Lin Yu in the bathtub and kissed her again.

Different from the previous kiss which was filled with worries, this kiss was full of tenderness and cherishment as in the past. Lin Yu was so dizzy from the kiss that he almost forgot that he had just said no to the person out of exhaustion.

Their lips parted, she opened her lips slightly to breathe, and stared at his handsome features so close to her.

Listen to him say: "Ayu, I like you."

The last day was mentioned twice, and today is still missing one day.

Lin Yu was really wondering whether he just happened to remember it or he had learned how to comfort her.

He kissed her like this and told her he loved her like this. She just wanted to be a little naughty, but now she couldn't pretend at all.

I could only pout and say, "You did all that to me."

She was sitting in the bathtub, naked, and Lin Ji could clearly see the red marks on her neck and collarbone.

Suddenly he reached out and carried her out. As she hid and screamed in panic, Lin Ji said, "Bring her back."

How to do it is hard to explain in detail.

Lin Yu was quite happy to “bully” him. Seeing that he was clearly moved but was not allowed to touch her, and was forbearing, she had the cunningness of a child who was secretly doing bad things.

As for the original small misunderstanding, it was naturally resolved.

Although Lin Yu and his wife's life occasionally encountered twists and turns, it was steadily getting better.

Thanks to God's blessing, the love poison never recurred after marriage.

But one day, one year after her marriage, she had another strange dream. In the dream, Lin Ji and Xu Jinxuan were still there, but the scene was not as bizarre and absurd as before.

She returned to the imperial city of Kyoto, but seemed to be floating in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. A golden step separated the emperor from his subjects, the emperor sat upright, and the minister stood by.

And the emperor wearing a golden crown on his head had the face of Xu Jinxuan.

He looked different from when they met a while ago, but more like when they first met. He was thin, looked a little haggard, and listened impatiently to the ministers below with his head propped up.

Lin Yu couldn't hear what they said, but the next moment, several ministers followed the old minister and seconded the proposal.

Among them is Lin Ji.

She had never seen Xu Jinxuan wearing the emperor's red robe, nor had she seen Lin Ji wearing such an official robe, but she could see the patterns on their chests clearly, as if this was not a dream but something that really happened.

The ministers below were excited and stood up one after another. When she turned her gaze to Xu Jinxuan, she saw that he also stood up.

There was an unconcealable sadness between his slightly sharp brows.

The next moment, a cold light flashed in his hand, and he stabbed his heart with the sharp blade, then fell back into the dragon throne as if relieved.

Blood gushed out, and Lin Yu finally heard his voice.

What he said was: "I am the only one missing from the Zhou royal family."

Everything that happened afterwards flashed before her eyes like a kaleidoscope. She even saw Wan Ying, whom she had not seen for a long time. She pushed and struggled, but was still hung on the beam of the palace, making it look like she had hanged herself.

Then she followed Lin Ji to meet a prince. The new emperor ascended the throne and the old pages were quickly turned.

However, Lin Ji, a loyal minister, declined the promotion and returned to Songjiang alone by boat.

The spirit tablet enshrined in Qihe Hall was inscribed with "My beloved wife Lin Yu". She saw Lin Ji wipe it carefully, hold her in his arms, and something slipped off his face as he turned sideways.

There is a bleak west wind blowing, filling the whole room with a desolate feeling.

With a "bang", the door was blown shut and Lin Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

Like a drowning person who had just come ashore and could hardly hold back her breath, she first felt herself from her head to her abdomen to make sure that she was really alive.

Then he reached out and touched his side, "Brother..."

Lin Ji guessed that she was having a nightmare, so he picked her up and sat her up, but was startled by the tears on her face.

He held the girl tightly in his arms and patted her back to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"Brother is here."

Lin Yu fell into his arms and cried so hard that she almost passed out.

When she finally recovered a little, Lin Ji asked her what scared her so much, but she just shook her head.

After a long while, she hiccupped and said incoherently: "I dreamed that I died and my brother was all alone. He was very sad."

Lin Ji frowned when he heard the word "death", and silently embraced her again, saying sincerely and comfortingly: "Ayu must... live a long life and live happily."

They are still very young now, and one selfish desire he never said was that he hoped Lin Yu would live longer than he did, and that he would never lose her and live alone in this world.

He didn't dare to think about days like that.

But for a long time after the nightmare that day, Lin Yu was particularly attached to him. If she didn't see him for a while, she would hug him and call him "Brother" and "Brother" non-stop, trying to confirm his existence.

In the winter of that year, a eunuch from the palace suddenly went south and said that Emperor Xianzhen missed his children and wanted them to come to the palace to celebrate the New Year.

However, Lin Yu heard the deeper meaning in his words. He didn't miss her, but was concerned about Xu Jinxuan. He was using her as bait to lure someone to Beijing.

Lin Yu did not refuse, but took Lin Ji with him.

When she met Xu Jinxuan again on the boat, she recalled the scene of him committing suicide on the dragon throne. The blood stained the golden chair, which was very creepy.

So Xu Jinxuan got the girl whom he used to avoid to come up to him and tell him solemnly: "Live well, living is the most important thing."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that she might have forgotten that she had told him a long time ago that he should "live well".

Hasn't he been practicing it till now?

Lin Yu went into the palace to meet Emperor Xianzhen, and met A Yuan when he left the palace.

Or rather, the prince.

She heard that he was about to get married, and the candidate was the daughter of the Minister of War whom she had met before.

Lin Yu naturally would not bring up this matter to make herself bored, but she seemed unable to think of anything else to say to him.

I could have just said, "I've redecorated the greenhouse," but the greenhouse contained too many records of their past, so it was difficult to mention it.

Still, his Ah Yuan remained calm, with a calm and noble air that only a superior could have, and asked her in a gentle voice, "How are you doing lately?"

Lin Yu replied "very good", and then didn't say anything more. He soon went out to look for Lin Ji.

Naturally, he was not seen standing blankly outside the gate of the Qianqing Palace. The eunuchs looked at him and asked him several times, but he acted as if he couldn't hear them.

This time, Lin Yu could finally enjoy the excitement of the palace banquet with peace of mind, although she noticed two pairs of eyes often falling on her.

Lin Ji held out his wine cup to her, and she picked up her own with a smile.

The wine cups clinked together, and the two of them continued to talk:

“Prosperous New Year.”

"Peace every year."

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