At nightfall, after washing, Lu Hanjiang lit up the lamp as usual and read a small book at a roadside stall before going to bed. Luo Fuzi sent people to send Confucian classics thousands of miles away, but he no longer knew where he had thrown them.
But what was different from usual was that Yongle, who would have read a small book with him to pass the time, was unusually quiet today.
After Lu Hanjiang finished flipping through a book and put it down without finishing it, he suddenly became aware of the quietness tonight. He turned his head and saw Yongle sitting by the bed with a small face and a somewhat serious expression.
He couldn't help but wonder: "Princess, what's wrong?"
Yongle's mood at the moment was not very good, or rather very bad. She had come here to accuse her, but she didn't expect that the other party was not aware of it and actually let her hang out for so long.
Taking a deep breath, the little princess said solemnly: "The prince-in-law spoke to A Luo like that today. It was really a bit rash."
Lu Hanjiang was slightly startled. He thought that Yongle was so serious because he found out that her maid came back to file a complaint. He didn't expect that it was because of this.
He chuckled and said nonchalantly: "It's just a joke. The princess is making too much of a fuss."
Yongle disagreed and said: "A'luo is a girl after all, and there is a difference between male and female consorts. Have you thought about the impact your joke like this will have on her future?"
After all, Yongle's naughtiness and Lu Hanjiang's absurdity are different after all. The former is just a little more lively, while the latter is completely nameless.
But that's no wonder Lu Hanjiang, he has never been interested in these rules and regulations, and most of the time he does things his own way.
He has a unique set of self-values. Originally, people like Lu Hanjiang were doomed to live a lonely life, whether in the court or in the political arena.
But in martial arts, he seems to have never met an opponent, so he has never been unscrupulous in the arena. As for the court, he has almost reached the extreme of being a minister, so he doesn't have any worries in this regard.
What's more important is that with the rise in status, it is difficult to restrain Lu Hanjiang on some etiquette things, but Yongle is a serious royal princess, and she attaches great importance to this.
Even though Yongle is also naughty and does a lot of troublesome things on weekdays, in the palace she only made trouble in front of her father, the emperor, mother and concubines. When she arrived in the Lu Mansion, she only showed her quirkiness in front of Lu Hanjiang.
side.
In fact, outsiders say that Princess Yongle is arrogant and arrogant, and is a completely unruly princess. This is really not true.
Yongle never lost the manners a princess should have in front of outsiders. She would only reveal her true nature in front of those close to her. This is the role of etiquette restraint.
But it was obvious that, for better or for worse, Lu Hanjiang hated this kind of innate shackles, so after leaving the prison in the capital, he let himself go more and more.
This is the origin of today's conflict between Yongle and Lu Hanjiang. Today he made fun of the girl's private things, which was really unacceptable to the little princess.
Although the children of Jianghu are not strict about trivial matters, they are not so informal. In any family, such a private property of a daughter's family cannot be mentioned and made fun of casually.
Just like in the boudoir, no matter what kind of weird request Lu Hanjiang made, Princess Yongle would only half-heartedly agree to it, even if she felt ashamed and angry after hearing it.
The matter of bed curtains is a matter of human ethics. Even though the princess would be embarrassed by Lu Hanjiang's inconsistency, she would not preach to the consort because of this.
No matter how much you mess around on the bed, that's part of the fun between husband and wife, but if you still behave like this after getting out of bed, it's considered inappropriate.
After Yongle asked, Lu Hanjiang was silent for a long time without responding. The little princess lowered her eyes and said softly: "Regardless of today, when the prince-in-law and A Luo get along with each other on weekdays, they rarely worry about the defense between men and women. Do you act like this...
....Does the consort have other thoughts about A Luo?"
At the end of the sentence, the little princess's tone contained a hint of trembling that she had not even noticed.
No matter who sees the strange relationship between Lu Hanjiang and Shangluo, they will inevitably think in that direction. Although Yongle is simple, he is not stupid.
Although emotionally, Yongle is not unable to accept Shangluo. It can even be said that if she had to choose, Shangluo is actually the best candidate.
But on the other hand, it was very difficult for her to accept sharing her husband with others. Although this was an inevitable trend in this era, Yongle had also imagined the story of being a couple for the rest of her life.
In fact, Lu Hanjiang's performance so far is entirely possible to make everything develop in the direction she hopes for.
Yongle, who was as fragile as a porcelain doll, seemed to have exhausted all her strength after asking the question just now. As the breath of silence continued to spread in the air, her heart also fell to the bottom little by little, until——
winter!
"It hurts!"
Yongle suddenly covered her forehead and cried out in pain. It turned out that Lu Hanjiang came up to her without any warning and gave her a brain breakdown.
Lu Hanjiang ignored the little princess's resistance and reached out to pinch the other person's nose: "Why are you starting to imitate that stinky girl and start thinking wildly?"
The little princess finally broke free from Lu Hanjiang's clutches. Looking at the teasing smile on the other person's face, she realized what she had just said. Her cheeks turned red and she immediately leaned over and buried her body in the quilt.
Yongle, who was too ashamed to see anyone, hid under the quilt for a long time, then jumped up with teeth and claws, and punched Lu Hanjiang on the shoulder.
The coming storm disappeared just because of such a small brain collapse. Yongle was still dripping with sweat after messing around for a long time. When she was tired, she leaned into Lu Hanjiang's arms. When their eyes met, the little princess shyly chose
Avoid it, the moonlight is just right, everything seems to be falling into place.
During the beautiful scenery, Amber was really suffering from the night watch in the outer room. She ran out of the house with red cheeks and covered her ears. When she got to the yard, she was blown by the cold wind, and the burning temperature on her face slowly dropped.
Amber called a few maids outside the courtyard and ordered them to prepare hot water. She hesitated, wondering whether she should go back and wait. Logically, she should go outside and wait for the princess to send her at any time, but the thought of it made her legs weak.
Demonic voice, the blush on her face that had just dissipated rose again.
Just when Amber was lost in thought, a call suddenly came from behind her.
"I've seen the girl."
"ah!"
Amber couldn't help but scream out in surprise. She patted her chest hard and turned around hastily. Only then did she see that the person who came was the master of Jin Yiwei.
Cui Yixiao glanced at Hu Hue strangely, and then said with a smile: "I have something to do with my humble position, sir. Can you ask the girl to go in and inform you?"
When Amber heard this, she quickly shook her head and said, "Sir, what a coincidence, he has already gone to bed."
Cui Yixiao let out a light sigh and began to think in wonder: "Why did you go to bed so early today? This is a strange thing...hiss."
Cui Yixiao, who realized it later, suddenly froze up. He coughed and said to Hu Hu: "It's because of my humble duty. Please pretend that you have never seen me tonight. Cui would like to thank you."
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After saying that, Cui Yixiao immediately turned around and retreated. His footsteps were like flying, and he disappeared like a gust of wind.