After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 34: The Thirty-Fourth Day

Chapter 34: The Thirty-Fourth Day

Ye Fuguang was made so weak in the waist by her that she lifted her hand and grabbed her ankle, buzzing out a very small voice like a mosquito’s hum, “Your Highness… do not bully this concubine.”

Shen Jinglan now had normal hearing, so she naturally captured her hums clearly. Not only did she not withdraw her action accordingly, but she also looked down at her from above, allowing the maid to ignore it and focus on putting on the other boot for her. She spoke:

“I will just bully you, so what?”

In fact, she also did not feel that this was bullying.

Because in this era, it was perfectly normal for noble families to have people serve them no matter what they did. Even when the emperor favored his consorts in the palace, to avoid assassination incidents, there would be palace attendants or guards nearby. In history books, some young emperors or those with poor health even needed palace attendants to help support them.

However, Shen Jinglan thought about how yesterday when she could neither see nor hear, those servants seemed to have been thoughtfully driven away by Ye Fuguang. At this moment, she rarely felt a bit of empathy.

—Was it that as a Qianyuan, being teased like this by a Dikun hurt her self-esteem?

“…”

Ye Fuguang sullenly lowered her head and looked at her plain white ankle. After a while, she suddenly grabbed her ankle with one hand and scratched the bottom of her foot with the other.

Shen Jinglan’s thoughts abruptly stopped.

She once again lowered her eyelids to examine the little pet sitting below her, then suddenly leaned down to hold her waist and pulled her into her arms. In Ye Fuguang’s puzzled yet wanting-to-escape gaze, she hooked her lips, “Like playing like this?”

Scratching her to itch, right?

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Ye Fuguang: “?”

Her protests had not even come out yet when the ticklish flesh on her waist fell into Shen Jinglan’s devilish grasp. Being scratched by her, she rolled around in her arms like a kitten wanting to escape, laughing until tears were about to fall, gasping for breath as she begged for mercy: “No no no… Your, Your Highness… this concubine was wrong… so itchy hahaha…”

Quhua heard their playful voices. After putting on the other boot for Prince Jing, she lowered her head and retreated out, even thoughtfully closing the door.

Thus, Ye Fuguang was teased without a way out, so she had to hold back her expression and try hard to release the faith fragrance, as if this was the only way to persuade Prince Jing to retreat. Unfortunately, her faith gland refused to obey her, disdainful of her will. In the end, she could only tearfully hug Shen Jinglan and randomly kiss her.

As if thinking that this way she could make her abandon her armor, give up victory, and directly surrender.

…

The carriage needed to pass through the busiest Yong’an Avenue to return from the palace to the mansion.

After the morning court, the shops on the street had all set up, and the common people busy with work were solving their breakfast at the street side at this time. The flavors of various hu bing soup noodle shops wafted out from the street side. Some heavier-scented ones were extremely domineering, easily arousing people’s gluttony.

Ye Fuguang had slept until now, just in time for breakfast. Sitting on Shen Jinglan’s lap, she stuck her head out to look outside, “It smells so good.”

After she crossed over, what she ate were all the craftsmanship of the mansion’s big kitchen and the delicacies of fine restaurants. She had not yet tasted the street stalls of the Great Dynasty!

If it was delicious, she thought, then next time when she went to see Ye Yuge, she would bring some for her.

Shen Jinglan saw the longing in her eyes and spoke: “Want to go down?”

The little dog blinked her eyes and nodded vigorously at her, then looked at the clothes on her body. Although not as dazzling as the previous jade-belt court attire, she did not know if this outfit would cause her any trouble. Her expression showed some hesitation.

Prince Jing was once again surprised by the Ye family’s education—

What kind of household could raise such an obedient and gentle Qianyuan?

She casually rubbed Ye Fuguang’s earlobe and spoke, “Have the carriage stop ahead.”

Ye Fuguang immediately happily opened the inner door to pass the message.

She was always easily satisfied and happy, finding everything novel. That joy was very pure, so it was also very easy to infect Shen Jinglan.

Fuguang.

She recited this name again, feeling that this little girl was just as her name suggested, like fireflies on a summer night, emitting light that swayed gently, involuntarily making people reach out to catch it.

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Ye Fuguang got off the carriage and went straight to the wonton stall by the roadside.

She saw the big iron pot set up beside the white and fat proprietress, with boiling hot soup inside, pale white, yet carrying the clear fragrance of bone broth.

The rows of small wontons put in were each round and plump, rolling in the soup until the skin was semi-transparent. When one could vaguely see the light pink meat filling inside, they were scooped into dark porcelain bowls with a big soup ladle—

Then a pinch of chopped green onions was sprinkled along the edge.

The sweet and spicy flavor of the small green onions, after being boiled in the soup, mixed with the fragrance of the wontons and sesame oil, was simply deadly!

Ye Fuguang’s eyes could no longer hold the surrounding bun soup noodle shops. Lifting her skirt hem, she rushed into the stall like a college student charging to the cafeteria after class. At the end, she turned her head to look behind and said impatiently: “Your… wife, wife lord?”

This call made the surrounding diners all lift their heads.

But her faith fragrance was not obvious, so everyone thought she was a little wife who had married into a high family, acting coquettish with the head of the household. Then they looked at the person who came out with her.

Tsk, two beauties.

They just did not know which prince or noble family in Yong’an City it was from. For a Dikun to have such extravagance, even packaging a Zhongjun or Dikun little concubine to play with.

No one thought

They were a proper wife-wife pair, because in the default understanding of the Great Dynasty’s common people, a noble Dikun should join forces strongly with a high-family Qianyuan, so as to produce intelligent and strong offspring.

As for Dikun and Dikun, Dikun and Zhongjun—

Hey, matters of the noble circle were always so chaotic.

…

Shen Jinglan noticed those people’s sly and gossipy gazes and slightly frowned. Although she also liked teasing the little princess, she did not like her own people being appraised with such frivolous eyes.

However, uncomfortable as she was, she knew this was the daily life of the common people. Every day they bustled for food and clothing, some even needed to look to the heavens or the court’s grace to have a meal. Being able to have some fun to watch was already their greatest entertainment. Not everyone could spare a few copper coins to listen to operas or tunes.

So she walked to the little princess’s side without glancing sideways and sat down.

She did not even let Quhua, who had followed, wipe the table and chairs with a handkerchief. Anyway, in her view, the old dirt in the cracks of this roadside wooden table was accumulated over years, how could it be wiped clean?

Moreover, in the past when she led troops, during forced marches and rainy days, the mud accumulated inside the armor was much thicker than this.

She sat expressionlessly beside the little princess.

This wonton stall was set up at the entrance of a flower building. The flower building’s song stage, where songs and music never stopped at night and it was a place of revelry, uniquely did not participate in the bustle of Yong’an Avenue after the morning drum.

This place was also the location of Yong’an City’s most famous Zuixiang Tower at night.

While Ye Fuguang was still propping her cheek waiting for the wontons, she suddenly felt something lightly hit her head. She blankly lifted her head and was directly poured with a handful of crabapple petals!

“……?”

She shook her head, and Ye Fuguang instinctively stood up. But Shen Jinglan, who had been quite calm, had already lifted her head first, squinting her eyes to examine the situation above. Her palm even reached toward the wooden chopstick holder on the table.

Until she discovered that above, besides flowers, nothing outrageous had been poured—

And the person who poured the flower basket lazily leaned on the window edge, smiling wholeheartedly at the person beside her, “Miss Ye, it has been a long time since I saw you.”

“How come you passed by here and did not come up to see Tang’er? Have you found a new one and started to dislike Tang’er?”

Ye Fuguang, covered in the fragrance of crabapple flowers: “……”

She blankly and shockedly lifted her head, her eyes full of: Sister, who are you?

The person sitting above was displeased. The colorful robe sleeve dropped down, revealing a circle of red marks on her forearm that looked like tooth marks, one particle after another red. At the same time, she examined the Dikun sitting beside her, whose identity could not be seen but whose fabric and material were all extremely fine.

It seemed not easy to provoke.

Thus, she halted her flirting midway and smiled meaningfully at Ye Fuguang, “If in the future the young lady has time again, remember to come back to me.”

Even if she no longer flirted.

Shen Jinglan saw it very clearly. The arm marks she had shown earlier were exactly the same as Ye Fuguang’s tooth marks.

She lowered her eyelids, her clean fingertips lightly tapping a few times on the dark wooden table. The pink mark under her left eye deepened a bit, and she just smiled lightly at Ye Fuguang, as if unable to smell the fragrance on her body that was now covered by another person. Pretending to be casual, she asked:

“Know her?”