[Traveling] Attacking Wife Trick

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daylight.The people around him have long since disappeared, and even the temperature has begun to cool down, which shows that it has been a long time since I got up.

Yingcheng is not fully awake yet, his head is getting confused bit by bit.After knocking on the door, Ning Xiang said from outside the screen, "My lord, it's time to get dressed. I have to go to the palace today."

After such a reminder, I realized that there was indeed such a thing, and I almost forgot about it.Yingcheng stopped procrastinating, stepped on a pair of `naked` feet on the soft long blanket, and asked casually, "Where is the side?"

"The side gentleman went to the Martial Arts Field early in the morning, and I guess they are waiting for you to have breakfast in the hall."

"..." Yingcheng coughed, and asked Ning Xiang to come over and help him put on his clothes one by one.

However, when Ning Xiang approached, the overly tidy bed made his bun face swell, and then he hesitated to speak.

"I don't know if I should ask, so don't ask." Yingcheng stretched his arms indifferently.

"Oh." Ning Xiang replied sullenly, and couldn't help but say for a moment, "Is it true that Mr. Fang doesn't like you so much?"

So he was stared menacingly by Ying Cheng's beautiful phoenix eyes, and immediately stopped talking.

The moment he stepped out of the room, Ying Cheng said, "Don't mention this to Mu Tang in private."

Ning Xiang, who had to succumb to his master's intimidation, could only nod obediently.

The main hall of Prince Rui's Mansion.

The emerald green bonsai on both sides are lush and lush, and the red sandalwood armchairs are lined up.In the center, exquisitely trimmed and elegant fresh flowers are placed on the table.

Ji Changxi tied the crown with a long hairpin, and her black hair, like fine silk, fell down her back.He was wearing a dark green robe with intricate and beautiful embroidery patterns, and the belt decorated with cloud patterns and auspicious animals set off the waistline very beautifully.When he saw Ying Cheng walking in, he stood up to greet him, his tall and slender figure extended, and his blue hair swayed slightly with his movements.

He didn't care about it yesterday, but now it seems that Yingcheng knows that Ji Changxi is almost the same height as him.

No wonder Luo Qingyao and the others said that this person was not slender enough.

Judging from the aesthetics of this dynasty, it is indeed not as weak as those utensils.But Yingcheng is not from this world, he takes it for granted that a man should act like a man.

Yingcheng agrees with Ji Changxi, including his appearance, his temperament, everything about him.So he naturally praised, "Chang Xi, this outfit matches you very well, it's very beautiful."

Ji Changxi, who was walking towards him, was stunned.

From childhood to adulthood, the word beautiful is almost insulated from itself.In Daliang, when anyone mentions Ji Changxi, he will always have a tactful face, "The third son of the Ji family, he is a rare young general. It's a pity that his appearance——"

No one talked about his appearance.

Now this well-known Prince Rui uttered such... strange words.He obviously couldn't even remember his own name on the night of getting married, and he was able to open his mouth with unrealistic compliments in a blink of an eye-it really is a romantic nature.

But Ji Changxi deserved to be Ji Changxi, he quickly adjusted his mood, smile and politeness were his best protection.He said, "Thank you, my lord."

"Why do you like to thank me so much?" Ying Cheng was amused and helpless at his habit, "It's the third time. It's only three things."

Ji Changxi didn't argue too much, but the corners of her lips curled slightly to show that she understood.

Not long after, after having breakfast, they began to prepare to enter the palace.In fact, this trip to the palace was euphemistically called the completion of the ceremony, but it was absolutely indispensable to ask questions curiously.

On the way, Yingcheng thought about it, worried that Ji Changxi would be nervous, so he told him, "If you don't know how to answer, just keep your head down and smile."

Ji Changxi said, "I have a sense of proportion."

"That's right," Ying Cheng looked at him, with a little mischief looming in his phoenix eyes, "Anyway, Chang Xi, you are always modest and polite, so you must be able to handle it with ease."

Unpredictably surprised, Ji Changxi raised her head, and for the first time looked at Yingcheng seriously for a moment, then she drooped her long eyelashes and said with a broken smile, "My lord..."

"It's okay." Yingcheng didn't mind, "After all, I'm still a stranger to you."

He understands Ji Changxi's mood very well.When you first arrive in a strange place, you have to get along with unfamiliar people day and night. Everyone will be on guard, and everyone will pretend.When I first crossed the girder, I was still not the same as the other party.So - Yingcheng didn't take this trivial matter to heart at all.

In fact, Yingcheng's intentions are easy to guess: I just hope that Ji Changxi will not regard herself as an enemy that needs to be guarded against.

But he knew that Ji Changxi was very smart, so he could definitely understand.

Neither of them spoke again, but strangely, the atmosphere was not stalemate.Ying Cheng's quiet kindness just now made the cold air between them slightly warmer.

After arriving at the palace, as expected, he and Ji Changxi were invited away one after the other.

Is this to prevent their serial confession?

In the Longevity Palace, the King of Liang and the current Crown Prince sat beside Yingcheng, one in charge of asking questions and the other in charge of listening.Ying Cheng wanted to help his forehead in the middle.

"Fourth brother, are you enjoying your wedding night?" Crown Prince Ying Lan is not as serious and dignified as usual at this moment, he is really more gossip than Ning Xiang, "Father Jun and father have been worrying here, and I have been persuading them a lot. "

The Emperor Liang next to him nodded solemnly.

Yingcheng Moran: Can you pretend to be more fake!

"Anyway, we're married, so you two will have something to eat. Not only is Dad here looking forward to it, but Old General Ji is also in a hurry." Ying Lan put her arms around her younger brother's shoulders, earnestly speaking.

He didn't react for a while, and after listening to a few more sentences, Yingcheng finally understood what the prince was talking about. The popular translation is - Hurry up and have a son.

Ying Cheng, who was suffering, still didn't forget to think about Ji Changxi, wondering if that person could remain calm when asked such a question——

Suddenly feeling a bit bad, Yingcheng repented a bit, sat upright, and continued to listen to the chattering with sincerity.

On this side, after finally getting away, Ying Cheng resigned to his fate and went to his biological father, Feng Jun Zhan Xiao.Not surprisingly, both sides have similar rhetoric.

When I finally returned home, I was really exhausted physically and mentally.

Looking at Ji Changxi again, his face was also full of confusion and embarrassment.

Yingcheng suddenly found it interesting, and it was rare to see the other party's undisguised appearance, so he asked maliciously, "Chang Xi, what did my father tell you when I wasn't here before?"

"Just some general inquiries."

"But your face is not very good."

"...Maybe I'm a little tired after running around in the palace all day."

"This way—" Ying Cheng apologized a little, "Let you deal with these trivial matters...I..."

"...No." Ji Changxi looked at Ying Cheng as if he felt guilty, so he could only explain, "It's not that I'm tired, it's what Feng Jun asked..." His voice stopped abruptly, his black eyes sank, he gritted his teeth slightly, "My lord."

This man's reaction was really fast—spreading his palms in regret, Ying Cheng's long legs crossed, and he lazily leaned in the grand teacher's chair looking at Ji Changxi, with his always glamorous phoenix eyes also on his face Kind of innocent.

This kind of posture can't make people take it seriously, of course Ji Changxi is not a person who likes to care.It's just that he was restricted by too many rules and regulations since he was a child. Later, he often spent nights in yellow sand outside the border fortress and marched on iron horses. Most of the people he came into contact with were straightforward and carefree.Now when I meet Yingcheng, I just feel that this prince is sometimes elusive. This person is not as arrogant as he is loved by thousands of people. On the contrary, he is a little more patient and meticulous.But when it comes to seriousness and dignity, you can't see the slightest bit in Yingcheng.

Thinking of this, Ji Changxi couldn't help but smile——

Prince Rui Yingcheng is a weirdo.

The days passed by in such an unhurried manner under the running-in of the two.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than half a month.

Yingcheng's life didn't change much because of getting married, they even lived in separate rooms.It's just that I will go to Ji Changxi's place to stay for a day from time to time, even if I pretend to show it to others, it is very necessary.

Both of them were tacit about it.

Although Mu Tang has been following Ji Changxi, he didn't see any clues.Ning Xiang knew about it, but he could only hold back in silence, almost without internal injuries.

After spending a long time together, Yingcheng gradually got to know Ji Changxi better.In fact, it should be that the other party's performance is finally not so resistant.

Ji Changxi always had a gentle and polite appearance, but when he did things, he was neat and decisive, and he explained things concisely.However, in terms of emotions, it is too meek.

What Yingcheng saw most often was that the man had daily training in the martial arts field every morning, and he never slackened up for a single day.Then, for the rest of the time, he held the military book in the study and read it dimly.

What's so good about those books, aren't they boring?

Probably because her expression was too direct, this day, Ji Changxi finally put down the scroll in her hand and asked, "Does the lord think that I am really boring?"

Being said to be the central matter, Yingcheng neither admitted nor denied it.

Ji Changxi didn't care too much, she put one hand casually on the yellow pear wood square table, raised her head and smiled, "What hobbies does the prince usually have?"

They often have such conversations recently, and they can chat when they have nothing to do.

Yingcheng walked up to him, flipping through the volumes and military books on display, "Anyway, I don't like to read these things, they are pedantic and old-fashioned. It's better to use some things with strong hands-on ability to be more realistic."

"for example?"

"Pottery making." He leaned against the edge of the table and looked down at Ji Changxi, "I have specially built a pottery making place in the mansion, and I made the cup in your hand."

"My lord is really elegant." Ji Changxi picked up the cup with great interest and looked at it, "I only know a little about ceramics. But look at this cup, white porcelain and black flowers, as bright as lacquer, with fetal bone But it’s a bit thin, if you’re not mistaken, the prince used magnetite mud as the base, which has the characteristics of Quanzhou kiln products.”

"You really only know the surface?"

"Yes, thanks to the detailed records in the ancient books."

Yingcheng was taken aback.

"My lord." Ji Changxi shook the scroll in his hand, "This is not always pedantic, right, at least it allows me and my lord to have something to talk about."

"Is that so—" Ying Cheng's phoenix eyes narrowed, was this guy laughing at him for being boring before refuting him?Ji Changxi——

"However," the man's voice changed, "Pottery making requires meditation. You can guard against arrogance and impetuosity while waiting for the objects to take shape. It's a good way to concentrate yourself." Ji Changxi smiled slightly, "My lord thinks Woolen cloth?"

It really gave me a good step to let me go down.Since the other party is so understanding, Ying Cheng feels that he can't be stingy.

So he casually picked up a topic and said, "I think Chang Xi is always calm and self-reliant. When it comes to meditating and concentrating, there must be a better way?"

"It's nothing special, just occasionally practice calligraphy for entertainment."

calligraphy?Speaking of which, after time travel, my own handwriting is bad enough... Thinking about it, Ying Cheng turned to look at the blank paper on the table, which was a poem that Ji Changxi had just written not long ago— ——"My ambition is limited, and I used to dream of reaching the sky. I have been in the world for thousands of years." The neat regular script, upright and powerful, is quite similar to the owner of this character.

This poem... Yingcheng frowned slightly, it seemed that Ji Changxi's life was not as satisfactory as he showed.It makes sense to think about it—as a tool, but to do what a wedge should do, indeed...you have to pay more than ordinary people.

Ignoring the little melancholy and emotion in his heart, Ying Cheng just boasted, "Chang Xi's handwriting is really beautiful."

"Your Highness is absurd." Ji Changxi got up and stood on one side, "Speaking of which, I haven't read His Handwriting yet, can I let Chang Xi learn a thing or two?"

"My words... are not worth mentioning."

Thinking that Yingcheng was modest, Ji Changxi waited patiently beside him.

Yingcheng felt that he was going to break out in a cold sweat, and he was too evasive and afraid of appearing hypocritical, so he reluctantly wrote Xin Youan's noun: I see how charming Qingshan is, but I think Qingshan should be like this when he sees me.

After writing, the people around fell silent.

Then, Ying Cheng coughed lowly, wanting to restore his image.

Ji Changxi finally couldn't help laughing, "The meaning of the word is very good...in fact, the word of the prince... well, it can be regarded as a school of its own. But if it can be adjusted a little, it must be a very good deal cursive."

As he spoke, he spread out the rice paper, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and handed it to Ying Cheng's palm.On the other hand, he walked around Yingcheng's body and held the opponent's hand from behind.

"When you write, raise your hand and lower your wrist. Keep the pen straight, like this."

Yingcheng felt the faint temperature coming from behind, and the breathing in his ear was a bit scalding.Turning his eyes back to the rice paper where the pen tip was wandering, there was a word "wish" on it, he glanced sideways at Ji Changxi, and silently asked him what he planned to write.

"May the collar be in the clothes, and Yu Fang who inherits the head of the flower." Ji Changxi smiled lightly, and whispered in his ear, "May the eyebrows be the daisy, and follow the gaze to be leisurely--"

The other party's voice was like a pot of old wine, mellow and intoxicating.The distance between them was very close, so close that Yingcheng could smell the elegant fragrance of ink on the man's body.

A slanted light shone in through the window, and their shadows overlapped, stretched narrow and long.