The Prime Minister's Boastful Little Husband

Chapter 97

New Year's Day later, outside the house was blowing lightly, snow was flying, and the chill was oppressive, but inside the house was full of warmth. The red-hot charcoal in the brazier occasionally made a subtle popping sound. Yu An and Ying Chu sat opposite each other on the heated kang.

Yu An leaned against a soft pillow, his legs were covered with a home-made wool blanket, and he was making small pieces of clothing in his hands. Ying Chu sat cross-legged opposite Yu An, holding a brush in his hand and writing articles in a leisurely manner.

There wasn't much communication between the two of them, and they got along very naturally, but there was a sense of intimacy that no outsider could get involved in.

For a moment, Yu An put Xiaoyi on his knees, rubbed his eyes with his hands, lay on the table half-drowsily staring at the beginning of the beating pen tip, and yawned softly.

"Are you sleepy?" Yingchu put the brush on the pen holder and raised his hand to touch Yu An's soft face. "Can I take you back to the house to sleep?"

Yu An closed his eyes and shook his head silently.

Ying Chu got off the kang, turned to Yu An, picked him up, and he fell down in Ying Chu's arms.

"Then just take a nap like this. Don't sleep for too long. If you sleep on the kang for too long, you'll get angry. I'll call you when it's time." Ying Chu pulled the blanket up and covered Yu An's shoulders.

The heated kang was built by Ying Cai and was large enough for Yu An to lie on his side.

Ying Chu leaned over and took the book from the table to continue reading, while Yu An slept peacefully on his lap. I don't know how long it took, Zhu Yang came in. The moment he came in, he closed the door to block the wind and snow outside. He stood aside in the room and waited for the coldness on his body to pass before he stepped forward.

"Master Ying, your letter." Zhu Yang saw Yu An sleeping, so he lowered his voice and said.

Yingchu took the letter and saw that it was from Luo Ping from the capital. After so long, he finally received Luo Ping's letter.

He quickly tore it open, shook out the paper quickly, and scanned it roughly. After reading the contents of the letter, he raised his lips and smiled.

"What's going on? You're so happy." Yu An woke up, his voice laziest after sleeping.

Ying Yingchu handed the letter to Yu An, and then picked him up carefully, "I was about to call you, take a look for yourself."

Yu An seemed to have no bones, leaning on Ying Chu. The cheek he pressed against when sleeping was red, but the other cheek was fair. The two sides of the face formed a sharp contrast, funny and cute.

Ying Chu used the cold hand he was reading to press against Yu An's blushing face. The hot heat on his face was relieved, and he narrowed his eyes slightly in comfort.

"Ah, brothers Su Nan and Luo Ping are getting married!" Yu An said in surprise.

Yingchu turned sideways and touched the teapot on the table. The water in it was already cold. Zhu Yang had the foresight to take the teapot and go out and change it for a pot of hot water.

He poured a cup of hot water and let it dry, "Well, they finally got married. The wedding date is set before the trial. It's a little rushed, but they should get married sooner rather than later. It seems we have to go to the capital in advance."

Yu An's focus was not on this. He pointed to "Zhang Rulan's son Su Zinan" in the letter. After reading the letter, she knew that a noble lady from aristocratic family had adopted Su Nan as her adopted son. He asked suspiciously: "Why did a noble lady from the capital suddenly accept Su Nan as her adopted son?" Su Nan is the adopted son? And why did he change his name?"