The reborn prince's wife

When Liuyun returned to the mansion, Dongfang Ye had finished talking with Luochen, Luochen nodded slightly at Liuyun and walked out, as if he was in a hurry to do something.

"Is there anything important? If it's urgent, you don't have to spend the New Year with me." Liu Yun took off Bai Su's cloak, took the hand stove from Dongfang Ye, walked to him and sat down.

"It's nothing important. We're going to celebrate the New Year, and others are also celebrating the New Year, right?" Dongfang Ye replied casually.

Liu Yun didn't think about who he was talking about, so he dragged Dongfang Ye to the case a few days ago and instructed him to write couplets. Dongfang Ye raised his eyebrows with a big-character pen, and his daughter-in-law was getting more and more involved The role is gone, and he was even asked to write Spring Festival couplets?

"Didn't you go out to buy new year's goods? Why didn't you buy a few pictures?" Dongfang Ye had never written Spring Festival couplets, but now he was staring at the two bright red papers in a daze.

"Other people's writing is not as good as yours. Am I afraid that it will stain your eyes?" Liu Yun said it in a reasonable manner. Seeing him thinking, he said, "The Spring Festival couplets are just for celebration, so I just write them." Every year has today, every year has today' well."

"..." The corners of Dongfang Ye's eyes twitched. She really didn't know that her husband's handwriting was worth every penny. If she knew, she would definitely not let him write such spring couplets that can be seen everywhere.

The weather is smooth and the weather is good every year, and the people are healthy every year.

Liu Yun stood aside and looked at Dongfang Ye who was serious about writing Spring Festival couplets. She suddenly felt that she had married a great hero, a hero with the world in mind.

The two teased for a long time, and Liu Yun was pulled by Dongfang Ye to come over and write the Spring Festival couplets. Dongfang Ye stood behind her, with one arm around her, and the other hand covering hers. The Spring Festival couplets were written in one stroke, but it was very weird to write like this, which made Liuyun laugh endlessly.

"Look at what I wrote." Liu Yun then pushed Dongfang Ye away, and wrote seriously. Under Dongfang Ye's surprised eyes, he completed a pair of Spring Festival couplets, and at the end he picked them up to show off, "How is it, isn't the handwriting not bad?"

Dongfang Ye could tell at a glance that it was his handwriting, but her strength was not as strong as his, and she was still a bit feminine, but at a cursory glance, she could tell that Liu Yun was using Dongfang Ye's handwriting in the post.

"Why did you suddenly remember to learn my characters?" Dongfang Ye's face was indifferent, but the smile in his eyes betrayed his good mood. Now his little wife is always around him, how can he teach him? He couldn't be happier.

"I think it's good, so I learned it." Liu Yun said it easily, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Seeing his frightened face, he couldn't help but stare at him, "Don't laugh."

"Yun'er has good eyesight." Dongfang Ye pulled him into his arms, and kissed her delicately on her neck, causing her to cry out, and quickly pushed him, indicating that there were still people waiting outside the door. Tell him not to make a fuss too much, Dongfang Ye saw Liu Yun's ears turned red, and felt distracted again.

"Here, here is something for you." Dongfang Ye took out a few red paper-cuts from his sleeve and put them in Liu Yun's hands.

"It's so beautiful." Liu Yun exclaimed, carefully placed the paper-cut on the desk, gasped in disbelief with his eyes wide open, "This is the time for playing the piano, this is the time for embroidering, this is the time for reading... ..."

She suddenly understood the meaning of her strange expression when she and Moli mentioned paper-cutting before, Liu Yun didn't expect Dongfang Ye to give her such a delicate little thing, she was born in a wealthy family, she had never seen anything good before, But such a window grille cut out according to her appearance has never been obtained.

No one has ever cared so much for her.

"Do you like it?" Dongfang Ye's voice was extremely gentle and intoxicating.

"Did you cut it?" Liu Yun's eyeballs were almost fixed on these few paper-cuts, and he couldn't let go of them as he looked at one and then the other.

Dongfang Ye was still holding her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and smiled softly: "I heard from Wan Qing that the window grilles you cut were horrible, so I had to do it myself for my husband."

"..." Liuyun burst into tears, the smelly girl in the late Qing Dynasty who turned her elbows outwards, the window grilles she cut are not terrible, but they are slightly inferior to those of the girls.

"I'll cut you a different one every year from now on, and then we'll take it out to look at when we're old, okay?" The hoarse voice was full of delusion, did he promise her a future?

Liu Yun kept silent, she was still uneasy, happiness came too fast and too fast, she actually didn't know if she could really hold on to this happiness until she grew old, but she also thought a lot during these days, since coming Then Anzhi, anyway, she is already married to Dongfang Ye, so it's okay to make do with it, and it's okay to be serious about it.

In this case, she is willing to try.

"When it's time for 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 Miss Mu's aggressiveness, and I will be your backer." Dongfang Ye couldn't see that she was not happy at all, Seeing her slightly sunken face, she changed the topic.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yun suddenly turned around, hugged him back, and pressed against his chest tightly. Her voice was very soft, as soft as a mosquito screaming, but Dongfang Ye could hear it. Very 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 towards him. Although there was still a bit of hesitation in her words, it was enough for him.

"Okay, let's try." Dongfang Ye's voice was also very soft, so soft that only two people hugging each other could hear clearly, but Liu Yun was sensitive to the fact that Dongfang Ye's heartbeat was very, very fast. It was nothing like the calmness he displayed.

Dongfang Ye suddenly loosened her embrace, and said to her in a voice of great anticipation, "I gave you window grilles, are you also giving me a New Year's gift?"

"Uh...I made you some clothes..." Liu Yun smiled slightly, embarrassment flashed across his face.

"It's okay, I have a very good idea." As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Ye picked up the man by the waist and walked straight to the inner room, ignoring the struggle of the little woman in his arms.

"The Spring Festival couplets haven't been finished yet..." Liu Yun was furious, why had she never found out that the honorable and desolate young master was such a beast, and his estrus regardless of time and place made her extremely annoyed.

"There is no rush for the Spring Festival couplets." Dongfang Ye skillfully took off the clothes of the two of them, thanking the two caring maids very much for making his wife always wear simple and easy-to-take-off robes in the yard.

"No..." A certain person's resistance was overwhelmed by the pleasure of her body before she even started, and she even protested with a bit of willingness to welcome or refuse. Dongfang Ye is too familiar with her body, and even knows how to make it better than herself. She is emotional.

He suddenly became teasing, and deliberately slowed down. At this moment, Liu Yun had already been teased and lost his mind. He raised his body slightly trembling, trying to get close to Dongfang Ye, but that fellow seemed to have known about it for a long time. Her actions made her clasp her waist tightly so that she would not move, even though she was uncomfortable and twisted, she would not be moved. Instead, she asked in a low voice: "Yun'er really doesn't want to?"

"En... Hurry up..." The broken voice came out, Dongfang Ye sank down, and he smiled when he heard Liu Yun's soft snort, "This time, Yun'er wanted it for herself. "

This time, the black-bellied fox's trick of throwing down the innocent little white rabbit was a complete victory again.