Marriage is not easy [Transmigration Book]

Xiao Jin directly grabbed Wen Yelan's hands and pressed them on top of his head. Wen Yelan came back to his senses and looked up at him with frowns.Xiao Jin felt that Wen Yelan's hands were clenched, and he held on tighter.

In the dark room, the curtain of the carved bed was torn down by Xiao Jin's action of overwhelming Wen Yelan just now, and the light inside the curtain became even dimmer, making it difficult to see the other's face clearly.

The corners of Xiao Jin's mouth curled up slightly, and in the darkness, only Wen Yelan's cold and deep eyes could be seen.

"Get up." Seeing that she couldn't break free from Xiao Jin's shackles, Wen Yelan gave up struggling, and only slightly opened her lips, her voice flat and clear.

The arc of Xiao Jin's mouth became more and more upward. Although he couldn't expose too much in front of Wen Yelan, he didn't just let people "bully" him.

"Young master?" Xiao Jin's deep voice was a little flustered.

Wen Yelan frowned, then said again, "Let go."

"Oh..." Xiao Jin wanted to get up in a panic, but his toes deliberately hooked Wen Yelan's right foot, and his whole body was halfway up and then fell heavily on Wen Yelan's body.The chests of the two were very close, and their noses were more closely intertwined, but Wen Yelan didn't have the time to pay attention to this, he was gasped by Xiao Jin's impact.

Xiao Jin buried his head on the side of Wen Yelan's neck, and heard him moan and blink his eyelashes.He pretended to be nervous and whispered in Wen Yelan's ear: "Young Master, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! It was too dark in the bed, so I couldn't see clearly." The more he said, the more he pretended to be aggrieved.

Wen Yelan moved his neck, only to feel Xiao Jin's breath on his neck, making his ears itchy, and this Xiao Qier's voice was so pitiful, Wen Yelan only felt annoyed and funny.

"You get up first and then talk." Wen Yelan slowed down his tone, and there was a little softness in his clear voice.

At a certain time, Xiao Jin was still a little bit bad.

Now Wen Yelan was only wearing a thin obscene dress, his neckline was mostly torn apart because of the action just now, and Xiao Jin's hand was resting on his waist.

Wen Yelan moved her body slightly, and felt the cool and rough touch of the hand on her waist.

Xiao Jin felt a slight stiffness in his body, and the chuckle at the corner of his mouth was fleeting, and he gently pinched Wen Yelan's tight waist.

"Um……"

Wen Yelan trembled and groaned softly.

"Young master, are you alright?" Xiao Jin moved his palms away, put his hands on the bed, and moved away from Wen Yelan.

Wen Yelan tightened the loose clothes on her chest, rolled over and lay down on the bed.

"Young master?" Xiao Jin called again hesitantly, but Wen Yelan just turned his back to him.

"Young master?"

"Young master?"

Like a piece of wood, Xiao Jin called three times in succession.

After a long silence, Xiao Jin could only hear Wen Yelan's gentle sleeping sound.

Xiao Jin gently rubbed the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

He took off his coat and lay quietly beside Wen Yelan.Xiao Jin faced the outside of the bed, and Wen Yelan faced the wall, and the two lay sideways with their backs to each other.

After Xiao Jin lay down for a while, Wen Yelan, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened them. He sighed and turned to face Xiao Jin, closing his eyes again.

After an unknown period of time, the moon hung high in the middle of the night sky.The bright moonlight sprinkles softly on the pavilions, pavilions and green tiles.

Fang Fu walked slowly from the end of the corridor with a bright yellow oil lamp in hand, and he stopped when he reached the door of the wing with red window paper.He has been standing there, standing silently for a long time.The moonlight shifted inward, and the oil lamp in Fang Fu's hand swayed in the breeze.

After half a stick of incense, only one left in the promenade gradually walked away, and the shadow dragged the old elder's back under the light of the oil lamp.

The blue sky is dotted with countless small stars, and there are nameless insects making "rustling" sounds.

Xiao Jin, who had his eyes closed, opened them only after the light outside the house dissipated, and his sight fell on the window edge with red appliques for a long time.

The next day, when Xiao Jin woke up, Wen Yelan was nowhere to be seen.The maids waiting outside heard the sound, and rushed in with water basins and other things.

Xiao Jin washed his face, looked at the maid standing beside him and asked, "Where is your eldest?"

Mei Xiang, who was sent by Wen Yelan, bowed her head respectfully, handed over the dry towel she was holding in her hand, and then responded: "Young Master is dealing with some important matters in the study room, and if you wake up, Master Xiao, please go and call the Young Master over." , you will have to serve tea to Madam later.”

"Well, let's go." Xiao Jin nodded, and asked Mei Xiang to take all the other maids guarding him away.

Xiao Jin took a sip of hot tea after washing up, when Fang Fu came over.

Fang Fuping retreated from the boy guarding the door, closed the door, and walked to Xiao Jin's side.Xiao Jin lowered his head and put down the teacup in his hand and stood up silently.

Fang Fu was very satisfied looking at his appearance, this Xiao Qier was quite sensible, and he didn't think highly of himself just because he married Young Master Wen, um, he was still under his control.

Fang Fu raised his eyes and glanced at the new bed that Mei Xiang had made neatly, looked at Xiao Jin and said, "How were you and Wen Yelan last night?"

Xiao Jin paused for a moment of weirdness, and replied: "My lord, everything is fine."

Fang Fu smiled and nodded, but soon the smile on his face darkened. He played with the teacup on the table and said slowly: "Something happened to Miss Ziyao. Let you stay by Wen Yelan's side and pay more attention to his movements."

"I understand, my lord, please don't worry."

Fang Fu looked at him still looking like a wimp, and there was a moment of ruthlessness on his face.This Xiao Qier's temperament is useless.In the previous dynasties of the Zhu and Song dynasties, it was followed the old custom that men could marry men, but the married party would not be allowed to be an official in the imperial examination for the rest of his life.Wen Pangshi's reason for the marriage between Wen Yelan and Xiao Qi'er was to cut off Wen Yelan's future path to fame.

Fang Fu looked at Xiao Jin's hopeless appearance and shook his head.Now that Wen Yelan has married according to Wen Pangshi's plan, the way to become an official in court no longer exists since the marriage, so... Xiao Qi'er has no use value.

Thinking of this, Fang Fu's eyes became more sinister.

The matter of Wen Ziyao's broken leg, the eldest lady was trying her best to find a way to suppress it, but she didn't have time to deal with Xiao Jin for the time being.Although Fang Fu thought about getting rid of Xiao Jin, Wen Pangshi hadn't given the order yet, so he couldn't do it now.

Because Wen Yelan took a small amount of interest, Fang Fu failed to recover it. Wen Pangshi ordered Xiao Jin to be killed, and Xiao Qier's fate in the previous life finally began to be reversed and rewritten.

Xiao Jin stood aside, silently taking in the ever-changing expression on Fang Fu's face.

There were soft footsteps outside the house, and Wen Yelan came just in time.

Fang Fu frowned, displeasure flashed across his face, he glared at Xiao Jin who was still standing in the corner with his shoulders shrunk, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and sit down."

"Yes, my lord." Xiao Jin hurried to the table in a panic and sat down.

Fang Fu stood by his side with a gloomy face, listening to the approaching footsteps outside the door, reached out for the purple sand pot and poured tea for Xiao Jin.

When Wen Yelan opened the door and came in, he saw Fang Fu waiting for Xiao Jin like a conscientious servant, pouring tea and water for Xiao Jin in a humble and respectful manner.A strange color flashed across his eyes, and he looked at the two of them with a slightly hooked corner of his mouth.

Fang Fu felt Wen Yelan's gaze, took two steps with his head slightly lowered, and bowed to him: "Master."

Wen Yelan nodded to him, and said to Xiao Jin, "We should go serve tea to mother."

Xiao Jin quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and followed Wen Yelan.

When Wen Yelan turned around and was about to cross the threshold, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Fang Fu with a slight smile and said, "Xiao Jin, your servant is really responsible."

Fang Fu's body paused for a moment. He didn't know if Wen Yelan had seen something, and he couldn't understand the meaning of his words. Fang Fu could only reply cautiously with a stiff face and a smile: "Thank you, Eldest Young Master, for your compliment."

This is the first time that the name Xiao Jin has been called by someone in this world, but the one who called him was his married "son-in-law."

Xiao Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the black pupils under the eyelids had faint waves.

Thinking of what was written in the historical book of the Zhu Song Dynasty that he bought earlier, Xiao Jin raised his eyes and looked at the back of Wen Yelan walking in front with an unpredictable expression.