chapter 2

Ling Zhou, Shiqiao Town, Chen House.

The night was as cold as water, Chen Jingzong suddenly opened his eyes.

In the silence where the needles could be heard in Babu's bed, there were indeed thin and weak weeping sounds from the bed.

Chen Jingzong frowned irritably.

He admitted that it was a grievance to let a princess of gold and jade follow them all the way to the hometown to watch the funeral. Even he, a rough warrior, had wronged her, but she started to show her face since the day she left the capital, and she has been showing her face for two days now.More than a month, after tossing and tossing for so long, no matter how delicate she is, she should admit it, but why she was so wronged that she cried secretly in the middle of the night?

Chen Jingzong couldn't figure it out.

When the emperor bestowed the marriage back then, the Chen family did not hide anything from her, and she had seen him with her own eyes.

This time when went home for the funeral, the old man suggested that she stay in Capital City, but she didn't know what to think, and asked to come along.

Come again, feel wronged again...

Chen Jingzong sat up.

She is a princess, and everyone in the Chen family wanted to confess her. Before returning, the mother wrote to the second aunt specially, and prepared a luxurious and expensive Babu bed here in advance.

Inside the babu bed was a bunk bed, spacious enough for four adults to lie comfortably on it.

The outside of the bed was flat and quite wide, with her small dresser at one end and two golden nanmu boxes side by side at the other end, containing the gold, silver and jewelry she brought over.

It stands to reason that he is a son-in-law and can enjoy this bed with her.

But she didn't want to see him, and it had been twenty days since she came back, yet Chen Jingzong actually slept on the ground most of the time.

Fortunately, it is coming to summer, he is strong and strong, not afraid of the cold.

"Why are you crying?"

The room was also pitch black, Chen Jingzong couldn't see her face clearly, he could only see a vague outline.

She didn't answer, she didn't know if she was too lazy to talk to him, or she wanted to cry to him on purpose.

The cry was delicate and weak, hitting his heart one after another.

Like the gentle waves of the lake on a windless day, it washes away the exposed black roots of the old trees on the shore in circles.

By accident, Chen Jingzong remembered her pear blossoms with rain when they were intimate in the past.

Her temperament was really not cute at all, but at that time it drove him crazy in love.

Sighing, Chen Jingzong walked out of the Babu bed, found the place where the book was set on fire, and lit a lamp.

The lights were flickering, dim and yellow, and even the darkness by the window could not be dispelled.

There was a basin of water on the wash rack, Chen Jingzong wanted to wet the towel directly with cold water, but remembering her delicateness, he picked up the copper pot to keep warm and poured half a pot of hot water into the cold water.

When he was ready, Chen Jingzong re-entered the Babu bed with a lamp in one hand and a towel that had been wrung out to stop dripping in the other.

The babu bed is like a small room, in which soft lights are bound.

Chen Jingzong put down the lamp and turned to look at the bed.

He thought he would see a beautiful face full of grievances, but unexpectedly found that she was still asleep, her crying had subsided, and there was a teardrop that hadn't rolled down on her fair and delicate face.

So, she just had a dream that made her sad?

After standing silently for a while, making sure she was asleep again, Chen Jingzong looked at the towel in his hand, not wanting to waste his time, he quietly sat on the side of the bed, leaned over to help her wipe away the teardrop.

No one knew better than him how tender her fairy-like skin was, Chen Jingzong subconsciously moved lightly.

Hua Yang felt that someone was touching him, but his head was dizzy and his body had no strength.

She knew she was sick.

The day after the members of the Chen family were escorted out of Beijing, she fell ill.

The imperial doctor said that she caught the cold when she went out in the snow, but Hua Yang felt that she had a heart disease.

She wanted to save the Chen family. Hua Yang had been to the palace as early as when she heard that her younger brother was going to raid the Chen family.

So what?

The younger brother, whose wings had just grown and stiffened, said coldly that this was a state matter and told her not to interfere.

Hua Yang went to seek his mother's queen, who, like her, had run into a wall with her younger brother.

The intercession of their two blood relatives didn't work, and those ministers who wanted to help the Chen family were directly punished by their younger brother.

The bones of the parents-in-law and elder brother are not cold, and the bodies of the sister-in-law and nephew are weak. How can they endure the hardships of escorting them all the way?

Thinking of this, Hua Yang's eyes shed tears again.

In terms of feelings, Hua Yang didn't have a deep relationship with them, she just felt they were innocent and couldn't bear it.

Chen Jingzong looked at her wet and thick eyelashes and forgot to move.

In fact, except for that time, he had never seen her cry.

No matter what grievances she suffered in the Chen family, all she showed towards him was arrogance and dislike, as if looking at him more than once would dirty her eyes.

Crying is more or less a way of showing weakness, as proud as she is, she only catches others' shortcomings and cynicism, how can she show weakness to others?

Seeing that the tears flowed continuously and couldn't be wiped away, Chen Jingzong tried to call out: "Princess?"

After calling three times, the sleeping beauty finally woke up, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

No matter how hard Chen Jingzong was, his heart softened a bit, and he asked in a low voice, "What did you dream about?"

Hua Yang stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Even though she had been separated for three years, of course she still knew her husband.

He was wearing a white tunic, maybe it's the way dead people wear it in the underworld?

When he was alive, he always had a calm face, as if everyone owed him, but now he looked much gentler.

After all, he is a person who has died once, so all the hostility will disappear.

As a couple, they used to only hate each other, but now, Hua Yang has actually found the feeling of being worthy of relying on him.

She had relied on her father, but her father was busy having fun with the concubine.

She had relied on her mother, but her mother was more concerned about whether her younger brother could sit firmly in the East Palace and Dragon Chair, worrying about it.

From the moment she got married, as a married woman, it seemed that she should grow up, and even acting like a baby to her mother became ignorant.

Hua Yang doesn't like this at all, she wants to continue to be that carefree little princess, loved and cherished by her father, queen and queen.

If Chen Jingzong was still alive, Hua Yang would not show this side in front of him, but he is dead, maybe he will leave at dawn, why does she mind?

She threw herself into Chen Jingzong's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

Chen Jingzong froze all over.

Never before has a woman hugged him like this. In the past six months after marriage, apart from showing her face, what she did most was to push him away.

Hot tears wet the thin undershirt, and that piece of chest was cool.

Chen Jingzong suppressed the weirdness for now, hugged her, and gently stroked her head: "What did you dream about?"

Hua Yang answered absently: "I'm not dreaming."

Chen Jingzong: "Then why are you crying?"

Hua Yang was startled, slowly raised his head, looked at him and asked, "You don't know?"

Chen Jingzong looked blank: "Know what?"

Hua Yang looked at his doubtful but calm eyes, and felt sore in his heart.

Although he always confronts his father-in-law, father and son are in the same situation, and they treat other family members indifferently, but the close relatives of flesh and blood really let him know the great changes in the Chen family, how should he be sad and angry?

After being An Sheng's ghost for so many years, why let him suffer in vain.

Hua Yang shook his head, hugged him tightly again, and changed the subject: "Why are you here?"

Because he saw someone who was impossible to meet, Hua Yang thought he was still in a dream.

Chen Jingzong was confused, and was about to ask clearly, when she suddenly raised her hand, trembling slightly, and caressed his face.

Chen Jingzong took a heavy breath.

In his eyes, Hua Yang has disheveled black hair, tears like white petal peonies hanging in dew, eyes full of water, hesitant to speak.

Chen Jingzong saw a trace of affection in a trance, as precious and rare as a drop of nectar that the goddess of Guanyin tilted the jade purification bottle for a long time before giving it out.

There was a fire in my heart.

Reason told him that he shouldn't have such thoughts, but he was just a young man who had to go into mourning after only three months of marriage, and he was young.

The body that has been vegetarian for so long has its own reaction.

With his arm around her waist, Chen Jingzong bowed his head.

As soon as he posted it, Hua Yang's body softened.

Some things can be tasted and tasted, not to mention that she has been a widow for three years.

For many long nights, the sleepless Huayang would be immersed in the memories of Chen Jingzong.

Now that the husband and wife are reunited, Hua Yang only wished that he could not keep him for a long time.

She is like a slender vine, trying her best to entangle him, no matter how he gallops on the battlefield, she will never fall off.

She forgot everything until Chen Jingzong suddenly covered her mouth.

Hua Yang looked over in puzzlement.

Chen Jingzong breathed heavily, beads of sweat slid down his handsome and sharp face, his dark eyes were deep, and a raging fire was burning inside.

"Don't make a sound, the old man will scold me again if word spreads."

During the mourning period, it is forbidden to marry, eat meat and drink alcohol, and it is also forbidden for husband and wife to have intercourse.

There are some things he dares to do, and it is better that only husband and wife know about such things.

Hua Yang looked at him blankly.

old man?

Chen Jingzong would only call him father-in-law old man.

But when their husband and wife met in their dreams, why was Chen Jingzong afraid of his father-in-law?

Doubts just arose, but the next moment, Chen Jingzong ruthlessly smashed and crushed him.

The light shone from the outside, casting the figures of the two on the bed board inside.

Hua Yang was lying down, his shadow was not obvious, but it was Chen Jingzong, who looked like a running cheetah.

Hua Yang closed his eyes in shame.

But soon, she opened it again, staring at the shadow belonging to Chen Jingzong in disbelief.

Do ghosts have shadows too?

Can the body of a ghost be as hot as fire?

And, can everything in the dream be so real?

With more and more doubts, Hua Yang looked at the man above his head again.

Looking at each other, Chen Jingzong let go of his hand, his handsome face quickly approached, and he blocked her lips roughly, chewing peonies like always.

Hua Yang didn't like this kind of kiss, but he was as strong as a cow, Hua Yang couldn't push him away, so he continued to look around helplessly.

The bed curtain is white, not the bed in her princess mansion.

The middle coat that Chen Jingzong threw aside was also white, not the one she wore last night.

What exactly is going on?

Hua Yang's heart was in a mess, but he didn't have time to think carefully, until the sky turned bright outside the window, Chen Jingzong finally stopped.

He rolled up his coat and threw it outside, then turned around and hugged Hua Yang, kissing the side of her neck with unrequited desire.

Hua Yang, who was stiff for a while, suddenly grabbed his arm, with deep nails.

Chen Jingzong took a deep breath, and was about to ask her why she hurt others, but suddenly remembered the good deeds he had done, so he smiled softly, put his arms around her and apologized: "Just this time, don't make an example."

Hua Yang became stiffer and pinched himself again, it hurt a lot.

Both of them hurt, could it be a dream?

Chen Jingzong comforted her: "Don't worry, I'm going outside, I promise I won't get pregnant."

Hua Yang: ...

She pushed away the sticky man, grabbed the thin quilt and wrapped it around her body, and got off the bed with bare feet.

After getting out of the Babu bed, Hua Yang found that it was a rather poorly furnished room, which was somewhat familiar.

Coming to the window, Hua Yang gently opened a window.

A small courtyard appeared in front of the eyes, and in the flower bed under the window, there were a row of budding peonies.

"Why don't you get more sleep?"

Chen Jingzong's hoarse voice sounded behind him, and Hua Yang turned his head slowly.

The first ray of morning light passed by her and fell on Chen Jingzong.

He only wore a pair of trousers, revealing a strong chest, broad shoulders, and a thin waist.

He just had a gluttonous meal, and he looked satisfied, standing in the halo, shameless.

Hua Yang looked at him from head to toe and from foot to head three times, but he didn't see any ghosts.