Cui Weizhen got on the carriage and the family of four returned to Jingning Bo's Mansion together. After returning home, they met with their elders. Wangzi and Mingming did their homework. Ye Zhenzhen did not need to cook today, but was free.
She set her sights on Cui Weizhen.
"Brother Zhen, the first snowfall is just right, can you have a drink?"
Cui Weizhen was stunned by the long-lost title, and couldn't help but smile: "Why not?"
The best place to enjoy wine and enjoy the snow is undoubtedly the pavilion in the garden. Warm wine and enjoy the snow in the pavilion, surrounded by lofts, wrapped in pink makeup and dotted with red plums, the ultimate tranquility, the ultimate purity and beauty, is the most beautiful place.
A place of ultimate enjoyment.
Besides, she has been surrounded by children recently, and she and Wei Zhen haven't been alone together for a long time.
Ye Zhenzhen rejected the raincoat Yuxiu handed over and took out an oil-paper umbrella herself. She stood under the eaves and opened it, gently turning the umbrella handle. The red plum blossoms on the umbrella rotated and unfolded under the carved beams and green tiles.
, it’s really beautiful.
She turned to look at Cui Weizhen, her eyes sparkling: "This is the umbrella I made a few days ago. I drew the picture on the umbrella myself. Does it look good?"
"nice."
As Cui Weizhen spoke, he stepped forward and put a gorilla felt hood on her. Worried about snow falling on her head, he even put on the Guanyin Pocket of the gorilla felt hood.
Ye Zhenzhen pouted with some dissatisfaction: "Don't mess up my hairstyle. I already hold an umbrella, why do I need to wear a hood? It's too ugly."
She reached out to take off the Guanyin bag, but Cui Weizhen held her down, glanced sideways at her, and said in a low voice, "Be obedient."
Ye Zhenzhen instantly calmed down and reluctantly muttered: "Okay."
She wasn't afraid of him, she just wanted to give him face.
A smile flashed in Cui Weizhen's eyes, he took her oil-paper umbrella and held her hand naturally: "Let's go."
Ye Zhenzhen became excited again. As she walked, she stepped on the snow. The sound of crunching snow kept ringing with her footsteps. At first, she held hands, and slowly, she took Cui Weizhen's arm.
Almost the whole person is hanging on him.
Just like that, she started to act coquettishly: "Brother Zhen, I'm tired, please carry me over."
Cui Weizhen paused and looked down at her.
The beauty has a pink face and rosy cheeks, and almond-shaped eyes. She is looking at him with a smile. Covered in silver, in the winding sill of the leisurely courtyard, she stands gracefully in the wind and snow, as delicate as a fairy.
Unstained, pure and beautiful.
She can be as graceful as a peony, or as beautiful as a red plum. She can be both quiet and moving, angry or happy. No matter which side she is in, she is touching.
At the door of the Hubu Yamen, he had a clear view of the scene where King Ke stood and stared at Zhen'er, but he kept silent and did not want to talk more - he knew in his heart that King Ke had never given up on Zhen'er.
He and Zhen'er were facing each other day and night, and neither of them felt tired at all, let alone King Ke, who couldn't get what he asked for.
He meditated for a long time, and Zhen'er began to feel a little unhappy: "Brother Zhen, do you have other little goblins outside? Otherwise...ah..."
Before she could finish her words, Cui Weizhen picked up the person, weighed him for a moment, then pressed the person's head into his arms and repeated her words in a low voice: "Other little goblins? Huh?"
Ye Zhenzhen blushed and retorted arrogantly: "It's all your fault for keeping me waiting for too long, you don't want to lose face!"
She managed to be shameless and coquettish, but Wei Zhen began to stare at her thoughtfully, his eyes were hair-raising. In just a short moment, she had countless thoughts in her mind, and she even thought that Wei Zhen disliked her for being ungrateful - she was just a child.
Now, she acts like a little girl, which seems a bit off-putting?
But, putting aside everything else, she is twenty-two this year, and in future generations she will still be a college student who has not graduated from college. People can punch her boyfriend on the chest, so it doesn’t seem too much for her to let her man hug her, right?
Although the logic makes sense, Ye Zhenzhen always lacks confidence. After all... after all, including her age in the previous life, she is one or two years older than Wei Zhen.
Acting coquettishly in front of him seems to be pretending to be young.
"Why are you unhappy again?"
Cui Weizhen noticed the change in her mood and was a little surprised. He explained hesitantly: "Are you really angry? I didn't mean to keep you waiting, I just remembered something."
Ye Zhenzhen did not answer him directly, but put her arms around his neck, looked up at him, and asked seriously: "Brother Zhen, am I getting old?"
In ancient times, people could become grandmothers in their thirties. She is now in her twenties. Compared with the little girl in her prime, she is really old.
Cui Weizhen didn't say anything. He lowered his head and kissed those red lips as charming as cherry blossoms. After a long time, the person in his arms was already blushing and panting, adding to the extravagant beauty.
There are red plum blossoms blooming in the distance, but I don’t know whether the human face is more delicate or the red flowers are more beautiful.
Cui Weizhen's eyes became darker and darker. The two had been separated for a long time. This kiss almost made him unable to suppress his impulse. He hugged her tightly and finally calmed down the impulse in his body, answering her with only one sentence.
All worries: "Tonight, I move back to Mingxiyuan."
Ye Zhenzhen immediately blushed with embarrassment and buried her head into his strong chest, neither shaking her head nor nodding, but her silent attitude said everything.
Cui Weizhen narrowed his phoenix eyes, caressed his wife's back, and chuckled: "Fortunately, I wore a felt hat, otherwise I would have caught a cold."
Just now, when the two were kissing passionately, Cui Weizhen threw down the oil-paper umbrella that was in the way. Fortunately, the umbrella was not broken, otherwise someone would have gotten into trouble again.
Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help but smile again, lifted the handle of the umbrella with his toes, and the oil-paper umbrella fell obediently into Cui Weizhen's hands as if it was controlled by a pair of invisible hands.
He shook off the snow stained in the umbrella for a while, then moved it to Ye Zhenzhen again and said: "Let's go, it's time to have dinner later."
Ye Zhenzhen poked her head out from his chest and saw that he was holding her and struggling to hold the umbrella. Finally, her conscience found out and she said, "Let me hold the umbrella."
Cui Weizhen didn't give in: "It doesn't matter, just rest."
How strenuous is it to hold an umbrella? But, I have to say, this feeling of being pampered is really addictive.
Ye Zhenzhen felt sweet in her heart and generously gave her a sweet kiss again. Cui Weizhen looked down at her, looking like a cat that had stolen fish. It was very seductive. His throat moved, but he finally held it back.
.
Don't worry, I'll get it back in the evening.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know that she had made him angry, so she snuggled into Cui Weizhen's broad and warm arms very obediently. From time to time, she stretched out her hand to pat the falling snow on his shoulders, and then put her frozen little hands into his warm chest to cover it, and so on.
, it was a lot of fun.
Of course, Cui Weizhen's smile is getting more and more unpredictable.
