When Liu Yun returned home, Dongfang Ye had already finished talking to Luochen. Luochen nodded slightly towards Liu Yun and walked out, as if he was in a hurry to do something.
"Is there something important? If it's urgent, you don't have to accompany me to celebrate the New Year." Liuyun took off his white Su cloak, took the hand stove handed over by Dongfang Ye, walked to him and sat down next to him.
"It's nothing important. We have to celebrate the New Year, and others also have to celebrate the New Year, right?" Dongfang Ye responded casually.
Liuyun didn't think carefully about who he was talking about, so he pulled Dongfang Ye to the police and ordered him to write couplets. Dongfang Ye raised his eyebrows with a large-character pen, and his wife was getting more and more involved.
He even asked him to write Spring Festival couplets?
"Didn't you go out to buy new year's goods? Why didn't you come back with a few pieces?" Dongfang Ye had never written Spring Festival couplets before, and now he was stunned by the two pieces of bright red paper.
"Other people's writing is not as beautiful as yours. Aren't I afraid of staining your eyes?" Liu Yun said very reasonably. Seeing him thinking deeply, he said, "The Spring Festival couplets are just for celebration, so I wrote '
Every year has today, and every year has today."
"..." Dongfang Ye's eyes twitched. She really didn't know that her husband's handwriting was worth a fortune. If she had known, she would never have let him write such ubiquitous Spring Festival couplets.
The weather is good year after year, and the people of Fufu are prosperous and prosperous year after year.
Liu Yun stood aside and looked at Dongfang Ye who was writing Spring Festival couplets seriously. She suddenly felt that she had married a great hero, a great hero with the world in mind.
The two teased each other for a long time, and Liu Yun was pulled by Dongfang Ye to come over and write Spring Festival couplets. Dongfang Ye stood behind her, with one arm around her and the other covering hers.
The Spring Festival couplets were written in one stroke, but the writing was very strange, which made Liu Yun laugh sullenly.
"Look at what I wrote." Liu Yun then pushed Dongfang Ye away and started writing seriously. He completed a Spring Festival couplet in Dongfang Ye's surprised eyes, and at the end he picked it up to show off, "How is it? The handwriting is good, isn't it?"
Dongfang Ye could tell at a glance that it was his calligraphy, but her strength was not as good as his, and she still had a bit of a woman's beauty. But at a glance, Liu Yun knew that Liu Yun was writing the calligraphy in Dongfang Ye's calligraphy.
"Why did you suddenly think of learning my calligraphy?" Dongfang Ye's face was calm, but the smile in his eyes betrayed his good mood. His little wife is always around him now, how can he teach her?
He is not happy or not.
"I just think it's good, so I'll learn from it." Liu Yun said easily, but there was a slight smile on his lips. Seeing his embarrassed face, he couldn't help but glare at him, "Don't smile."
"Yun'er has good taste." Dongfang Ye pulled her into his arms and placed thin and dense kisses on her neck, causing her to cry out. She quickly pushed him and signaled that there was someone waiting outside the door.
Telling him not to make too much noise, Dongfang Ye saw Liu Yun's ears turning red and felt distracted again.
"Here, I'll give you something." Dongfang Ye took out a few red paper-cuts from his sleeves and put them in Liu Yun's hand.
"So beautiful." Liu Yun exclaimed, carefully placing the paper-cut on the table, wide-eyed and gasping in disbelief, "This is the time to play the piano, this is the time to embroider, this is the time to read...
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She suddenly understood what Mo Li's weird expression meant when she mentioned paper-cutting to her. Liu Yun didn't expect that Dongfang Ye would give her such a delicate thing. She was born into a wealthy family and had never seen anything good.
But I have never had window grilles cut out like this before.
No one has ever cared so much about her.
"Do you like it?" Dongfang Ye's voice was so gentle and intoxicating.
"Did you cut it?" Liu Yun's eyes were almost unable to move away from these paper-cuts. He looked at this one and then that one and couldn't put it down.
Dongfang Ye still held her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and smiled softly: "I heard from Wan Qing that the window grilles you cut were terrible, so I had to do it myself."
"..." Liuyun burst into tears. That stinky girl in the late Qing Dynasty who had her elbows turned outwards, the window grilles she cut were terrible, but they were just a little inferior to those of the other girls.
"From now on, I will cut you a different one every year, and then we can show it when we are old, okay?" The low and hoarse voice was full of bewilderment. Was he promising her a future?
Liuyun was silent, she was still uneasy in her heart, happiness came too fast and too fiercely, she actually didn't know if she could really keep this happiness until she grew old, but she also thought a lot during these days, and now that she has arrived
Then Anzhi, she is already married to Dongfang Ye anyway, so she can make do with it, and she can live it seriously.
If this is the case, then she is willing to try.
"When we have the New Year's Eve dinner in the front yard, if they embarrass you, you don't have to give me face. Show off your fierceness as the eldest daughter of the Mu family. I will be your backer." Dongfang Ye couldn't see that she was unhappy at all.
Seeing her slightly downcast expression, he changed the topic.
Unexpectedly, Liu Yun suddenly turned around, hugged him back, and pressed against his chest tightly. Her voice was very soft, as light as a mosquito's cry, but Dongfang Ye could hear it.
Extraordinarily clear.
She said: "Otherwise, we can give it a try. Maybe we can really grow old, but not necessarily."
There are no words to describe Dongfang Ye's current mood. She finally took another step toward him. Although there was still a hint of hesitation in her words, it was enough for him.
"Okay, let's give it a try." Dongfang Ye's voice was also very soft. It was so soft that only two people hugging each other could hear it clearly. However, Liu Yun was sensitively aware that Dongfang Ye's heartbeat was very, very fast.
It was nothing like the calmness he showed.
Dongfang Ye suddenly relaxed his embrace and said to her in a voice of great expectation, "I gave you window grilles, will you also give me a New Year gift?"
"Uh... I made a few sets of clothes for you..." Liu Yun smiled faintly, with embarrassment flashing across his face.
"It's okay, I have a good idea." As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Ye picked him up by the waist and walked straight to the inner room, ignoring the struggle of the little woman in his arms.
"I haven't finished writing the Spring Festival couplets yet..." Liu Yun was angry. Why had she never discovered that the noble and aloof little Marquis was such a beast? She was extremely annoyed by his estrus regardless of time and place.
"There's no rush for Spring Festival couplets." Dongfang Ye skillfully took off their clothes, and was extremely grateful to the two caring maids for allowing his wife to always wear simple and easy-to-take-off robes in the yard.
"No..." Before someone's resistance started, she was overwhelmed by the physical pleasure. Even her protest was a bit eager to resist. Dongfang Ye was so familiar with her body that he even knew how to let her go.
She is passionate.
He suddenly felt like teasing and deliberately slowed down. At this moment, Liu Yun had already been teased out of his mind. His body was trembling slightly and he raised his head, wanting to get closer to Dongfang Ye. However, the guy seemed to have known it for a long time.
Her actions caused her to tighten her waist to prevent her from moving. No matter how uncomfortable she twisted, she remained unmoved. Instead, she asked in a low voice: "Yun'er really doesn't want to do it?"
"Well... hurry up..." A broken voice came out, and Dongfang Ye sank down. Hearing Liu Yun's soft hum, he curled up his lips and smiled, "Yun'er wants it this time.
"
The scheming fox used the trick to knock down the innocent white rabbit. This time, he was completely victorious.