Daning's women were not popular with necklaces at this time. Even if they were decorated around their necks, they were also relatively large gold and jade products, made into collars or jade strings. The necklace made by Chen Xiuwen looked just simple star patterns, but it took the goldsmith a lot of effort to make it so delicate.

And the little rose flower, hibiscus jade is as big as a fingernail, embedded on the base of the golden leaf, wearing a thin chain, looking quite exquisite and beautiful.

Chen Xiuwen took the necklace, turned to her back and gently put it for her, walked to her and looked at her, and smiled and said, "It's not bad."

"Yes." Duanmufu looked down, raised his hand and stroked the pendant gently, and responded with a sweet smile.

Chen Xiuwen said: "The chain is thin. You should put it in your clothes when you want to wear it. It probably won't look good on the outer clothes." He also thought it was bad when he was preparing, and subconsciously felt that the necklace should be like this. He forgot that Daning girls' clothing is more conservative. Even in summer, the dress is not a bare chest and neck exposed.

When he thought of Duanmu Fu's soft white complexion, he thought that no matter what jewelry she wore, she was very beautiful.

Chen Xiuwen thought so, and when he looked up, Duanmu Fu actually pulled open his clothes slightly and put his necklace in. Seeing the skin, he couldn't help but breathe.

Duanmu Fu looked up at him. Seeing his eyes as water, deep, he suddenly moved his mind slightly. After putting his little hand on the jade pendant, he pulled it to the side, and naturally pulled the collar apart. He looked down and looked at it. He was secretly satisfied with the ups and downs on his chest. Then he said innocently: "Brother Xiu Wen, is it okay to let it go like this? Is it good?"

Chen Xiuwen looked at her delicate collarbone, took a deep breath, glanced down, and didn't dare to look down, moving back to her little face.

"Good," he raised his hand and stroked her hair, then pulled the collar of her clothes and said gently, "Go to bed early."

Duanmu Fu did not tease him anymore, nodded obediently, and put away the jewelry box.

Seeing that Chen Xiuwen had laid two thin quilts, she bit her lip slightly, and said nothing, and directly crawled into the outside quilt.

"You want to lie outside today?" Chen Xiuwen said in surprise. When they were together, she used to sleep inside.

Duanmu Fu smiled and said, "Brother Xiuwen, is that okay?"

Chen Xiuwen smiled and said, "Of course."

He stepped onto the bed, then passed her, sat inside the bed, looked at her side, and asked, "Why are you thinking about changing your seats and sleeping?"

Duanmufu looked at the top of the tent, pursed his lips, and said with a gloomy expression: "Brother Xiu Wen, I only found out today that my father has a lot of white hair."

Chen Xiuwen nodded in confusion, but understood her feelings. He lay down sideways, wrapped his hand around her, and patted her gently.

Duanmu Fu said in a low voice: "I looked at him and felt so pitiful in my heart. The dragon bed was so big that he was only lying alone. Since the queen of my mother was gone, there was no woman there to accompany him."

As she said that, she choked up slightly and continued, "He must have regretted it and let down his mother. He still loves her mother now, right? He has never asked them to sleep with the women in the palace." That was the wedding bed of the father and mother.

Duanmu Fu felt that his father deserved it, but also felt sad for his persistence.

Chen Xiuwen listened intently, holding her quilt with his hand, and hugging her with heartache. All signs do show that Fufu's mother got the sincerity of his emperor's father-in-law. Although she didn't know where his mother-in-law came from during the time travel, it was obviously very likely that she was a modern woman with a modern consciousness. Although the sincerity of a feudal emperor was rare, it would be quite difficult to accept polygamy for a modern woman.

Like him, he has no idea of ​​opening a harem, nor does he like to vent his own desires. No matter how time and space change, he has no intention of changing his principles of being a human being.

If his mother-in-law can force himself to do so for a while, she will probably not be able to hold on for the rest of her life. From the moment his emperor and father-in-law accepted other concubines, the couple was destined to be a tragedy, and in the end they were implicated in the children, which made him pitiful of his blessings.

"Your father's love must be your mother's love," he sighed in his heart, patted her lightly, and comforted her, "Fufu, the affairs between your parents have passed, don't be stubborn, you have me now."

Duanmu Fu turned around, reached out his hand and put his waist, looked at him with tears and said, "Wenwen, you never leave me. You will always be by my side, right?" She knew that he was even more special than her mother, and she was so worried that one day he would return to the world in his dreams.

She looked at her father's desolate loneliness, and was really afraid that she would follow in his footsteps.

Brother Xiuwen belongs to her and only belongs to her. No one can take him away.

But, if one day he wants to leave, just like the queen of mother, what should she do?!

Duanmu Fu grabbed Chen Xiuwen's inner clothes tightly with his little hands, and his heart was filled with uneasiness.

She won't let him leave! No matter what method is used!

Seeing the fragility and worry in her eyes, Chen Xiuwen let go of the quilt and slowly stroked her tight arms until he grabbed her little hand, ligated with her fingers, lowered his head, and touched her forehead.

"My princess, I am willing to hold my hand and grow old with you."

Duanmu Fu felt his incomparable sincerity, and the tears in his eyes immediately became larger and slid from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Xiu Wen!" She wanted to say that she was the same, but when she said something, she swallowed it back when she moved her heart.

Chen Xiuwen dragged her little hand to wipe her tears and said pity: "Why are you still crying?"

"I didn't cry." Duanmu Fu denied.

She burst into tears and laughed again, held his hand and rubbed his face randomly, then looked up and kissed him, kissing him on the chin.

Chen Xiuwen wanted to let go of his hand and wipe it well for her, but she held it tightly. He smiled, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said gently: "Go to sleep, my princess."

Duanmufu stared at him and said, "I can't sleep."

"You can fall asleep by closing your eyes, be good." Chen Xiuwen coaxed her.

Duanmu Fu showed a reluctant expression, but his eyes blinked involuntarily, obviously unable to hold on.

"Brother Xiuwen, can you sing for me?" she muttered a little confusedly.

"Okay," Chen Xiuwen looked at her gently, and really hummed a song for her, "outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is green and the sky..."

His voice was warm and thick. After singing a few words, he saw that his little wife had fallen asleep quietly.

Her fair face was as smooth and tender as an egg peeled from the shell. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her cheek again.

Duanmufu's little hand was still tightly clasped his hand. He adjusted his lower position with some difficulty, casually pulled the corner of the quilt to cover his waist and abdomen, and fell asleep on the edge.

The next morning, Duanmufu woke up and saw that he was still holding his hand, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Originally, Chen Xiuwen asked the emperor's father-in-law for leave and planned to spend some days with Duanmu Fu. But the emperor almost suffered a stroke and the two couldn't take a break. After breakfast, the couple went into the palace again.

The emperor was unwell and cancelled the morning court that day. When they arrived, he was just about to get up.

Duanmu Rong was still in fear at this time, and he was relieved to see his daughter and son-in-law coming. At least at this time, the two children were really caring about him.

Duanmu Fu and Shen Xiuwen waited for him to finish washing and had some breakfast with him.

"Don't worry, I'm already great." Duanmurong held Duanmufu's hand and took them to the imperial study room.

Chen Xiuwen couldn't help but persuade: "Your Majesty, you should put your health first. Take a break for two days before handling state affairs."

Duanmu Rong sat down on the imperial chair, looked at the new memorials waiting to be approved in front of him, and sighed: "I feel uncomfortable when I am idle in the palace."

He looked at them again and said, "Xu Wen, didn't you say you wanted to take Fu'er to Baiyun Mountain for a few days? Don't live in your small building, just go directly to Mingshui Palace."

Duanmufu gently put his shoulder on his face and said, "Father, it's not hot now, so it's not interesting to go there. It's better to wait for the heat of the summer and let's go with you, okay?"

"Fu'er, my father doesn't know what you think. You're going to play with you. My father is really fine," Duanmu Rong said with a slightly raised face, "Don't you believe it?"

Duanmufu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Chen Xiuwen saw this and said, "Your Majesty, we believe you. I just want to hide it from you. Fu'er was scared yesterday, so you can let her stay in Beijing these days. I'm worried that she won't be able to see you, and she may not be able to eat well and sleep."

Duanmu Rong felt warm in his heart, raised his hand and patted the back of his daughter's hand, paused, and said gently: "Okay, then come to the palace every day to accompany his father."

Duanmu Fu smiled and responded happily.

Duanmu Rong was in a good mood, so he raised his hand and picked up the note and said to Chen Xiuwen: "Xu Wen, I will leave Fu'er to read the note. You can go and do your business, come here for lunch."

"Yes, the emperor." Chen Xiuwen looked at Duanmu Fu and bowed and left. After thinking about it, he went to the Hanlin Academy to find someone to discuss the preparation of the dictionary.

After Duanmu Fu watched him leave, he accompanied her father to handle government affairs one by one.

Duanmu Rong's spirit was a bit bad, and later she asked her to criticize it on behalf of others, and only some important ones were decided by him.

Although Duanmu Fu has not been in charge of the country for a long time, Duanmu Rong has been surprised by his talent in this regard.

The father and daughter worked together to finish two stacks of folds.

Duanmu Rong closed his eyes and rested, but heard his daughter ask, "Father, what happened yesterday? Is there something wrong with the second and third sisters?"

Duanmu Fu's tone was cold, not afraid that he would think she was not friendly to her sister.

Although Duanmurong knew that the main cause was himself, his suspicion was actually quite serious. He ordered someone to conduct a thorough investigation last night. All the utensils in his room were inspected in detail, and his two daughters also underwent a careful investigation.

Duanmu Rong opened his eyes and looked at Duanmu Fu, and said with pampering expression: "Since you want to know, just listen with your father."

The chief executive came forward and reported, "Report to the emperor, Your Highness, I just happened to find something."

He took out three boxes of spices from his sleeve and held them in front of them.
Chapter completed!