With poetry and books in one's belly, one's spirit will naturally become refined.

  It is often said that one has a clear plan in mind, and it usually turns out to be just so.

  Yuan Wulang had already read "The Art of War" thoroughly and looked very confident.

  Chui Ling saw him eager to try, after all, it's not good to pour a basin of cold water on his head.

  Besides, apart from his intentions, speaking for herself, she didn't have no feelings towards him either.

  Is this the husband she wants to spend her life with? Currently, it seems that from temperament to character, and even appearance, everything is in line with her wishes.

  Since it's like this, why bother pretending to decline and refuse?

  She lowered her head and obediently let him pull her by the hand, following him into the inner chamber.

  The sky was about to darken, and Yuan Wulang bent down to light the red candles.

  This pair of dragon and phoenix candles, emitting a faint fragrance, was carefully selected by him earlier. It is said to be made from rose oil, which has the effect of soothing one's mind.

  At that time, it was just in case, and I didn't expect that there would actually be a day when it could be used.

  He turned around and gazed at Cui Ying with deep affection, "Ying'er, we..."

  Cui Ling's eyes sparkled, and she nodded slightly with a hint of shyness, "Mm."

  Her heart was pounding, and he gave off a strong and thick masculine scent that kept drifting into her nostrils.

  She was completely softened.

  A gust of wind arose, and the red silk curtain fell with a rustling sound. In the candlelight, two swans' silhouettes appeared, their necks intertwined.

  A room of spring breeze, infinite tenderness.

  (Omitted 1 character here due to harmonization requirements...)

  It was also unknown how long it took, but a fierce and intense battle finally came to an end.

  Yuan Wulang did well in his first time, thanks to his rich theoretical knowledge.

  He infinitely satisfiedly hugged his wife into his arms, and a comfortable low hum overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

  Cui Ying's eyes were distant and her mind was still lingering on the high clouds, slightly dazed.

  At this time, she suddenly smelled a faint scent of blood floating over, with some strong smell, near at hand.

  She hastily sat up to take a look. All she saw was that Yuan Wulang's wound on his left arm had burst open again at some unknown time.

  Deep red blood beads bubbled out, staining the brocade quilt, and some slipped between his fingers.

  It must be because I exerted myself too much just now...

  "Your wound is bleeding!"

  Yuan Wulang raised his hand and took a look, saying nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

  He's now so comfortable that he's about to die, really doesn't want to move at all, this broken wound just bled a little bit, let it be.

  Cui Ling was at her wit's end. She got up and found two clean handkerchiefs. First, she cleaned the wound a little. Then bandaged it again.

  She sighed. "I finally understand why Dad said you're not reliable!"

  Originally shedding a little blood, for an extraordinary man, she believed that perhaps it was really no big deal.

  But Yuan Wulang's left arm was a mess of new and old wounds. They were all huge gashes that had cracked open several times.

  If it continues like this without attention, I don't know when the injury will heal and whether there will be any aftereffects.

  He also kept saying that he wanted to go on stage and kill the enemy, but he didn't even care about his own body...

  Yuan Wulang chuckled "heh heh" foolishly, but tied Cui Ying even tighter, "Then I'll listen to you from now on!"

  Two days passed in this way, and Cui Ying suddenly remembered that tomorrow was New Year's Eve!

  The New Year is undoubtedly a top priority for the people of Sheng Dynasty.

  In past years when I was at Anning Bo's house, my eldest aunt who managed the household would start to get busy for Chinese New Year from early December.

  She herself is lazy and muddled in her daily life, and didn't even think of this possibility.

  But unexpectedly, this made the Yoon's household still have no New Year atmosphere until now.

  Even if it's because of the Rouran invasion, everyone is on high alert, thinking about defending against external enemies, but New Year's is such an important event, can't even show a little bit of festive atmosphere!

  It's better to prepare some red envelopes and cook more New Year dishes, also to reward the soldiers guarding the mansion.

  Cui Ling went to Canglan Temple and asked Yuan Wulang, "Husband, tomorrow is the eve of the Lunar New Year. What are your plans?"

  As the saying goes, every time a good festival is more miss relatives, let alone the Spring Festival such an important traditional festival.

  Let's not mention the soldiers on the front line, but many of the city's soldiers are also from outside, defending their homes and country with their lives, all based on their trust and loyalty to the Yuan family army. However, every night, they can't help but think of their hometowns and loved ones.

  The Spring Festival is supposed to be a day for family reunions. If they still have to spend it in an empty and quiet manner, isn't that too pitiful?

  Yuan Wulang was shocked and touched his head, "What? It's already New Year's Eve?"

  He suddenly became anxious, "Oh no, what can I do? I thought there was still time to prepare, so I delayed for a while and didn't even have time to go shopping for the New Year's goods!"

  During the New Year's festival, street vendors also return home to enjoy family reunions, so all shops and restaurants are closed.

  Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and it may be difficult to purchase all the necessary goods at this time.

  Yuan Wulang was in a flurry, hastily calling over Huai Shu, "Quickly go ask Bai Guanshi, has the household purchased food ingredients for the New Year and daily necessities?"

  He has been thinking about Cui Ying these days and suddenly forgot that there is still a Chinese New Year.

  Cui Ying was at her wit's end, feeling that her husband had grown a clever exterior but inside he was still a careless and forgetful child.

  But it's come to this, she can't say anything more about him, and can only hope that Bai Guan Shi is reliable and has made preparations in advance.

  Before long, Bai Guanshi arrived.

  Following him were also the nine kings.

  The nine kings still wore a magnificent cloak, which set off his beautiful face even more exquisite, and with every move, there was a kind of calm elegance that could not be ignored.

  His gaze, like starlight, first rested on Cui Ying's body, and then immediately parted.

  He paused for a moment, and with a hint of teasing, said, "I heard that Ah Ju has been so busy lately that she's forgotten about the New Year's preparations. I'll take a look to see if there's anything I can help with."

  Yuan Wulang and Jiu Wang didn't have so much courtesy and politeness between them.

  He listened to this and didn't get angry or annoyed, but instead kept pounding his own head, "Alas, I'm such a blockhead! Earlier on, I thought of reminding Baili the manager, isn't it just too much, how could I have forgotten all at once?"

  Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes lit up abruptly.

  Yuan Wulang rushed towards King Jiu with a sly smile. "Your Majesty!"

  Jiǔ Wáng raised an eyebrow, "What?"

  Yuan Wulang casually put his arm on Jiu Wang's shoulder, "Good brother, I know you're in charge of the Lianyin manor, and you've already arranged everything properly. So, for New Year's preparations, you must have made all the necessary arrangements too, right?"

  He stared at him with blinking eyes, his gaze filled with infinite expectation, "Tell me. Are you here to send charcoal in the snow!"

  This expression has a bit of slyness. From a certain angle. It looks very similar to Xīu Gē.

  Ke Yun is only five years old, but General Yuan Wai is already over twenty!

  The Ninth King groaned in pain and let out a low moan, "Hey, Ah Zhuo, can't you pay attention to your image? You're the commander-in-chief, don't make people laugh!"

  It is often said that the fifth master of the General's Mansion is a cautious and self-restrained person who is cold and serious.

  Jiu Wang thought, it must be because those people didn't have the opportunity to deeply understand Yuan Wulang's circumstances.

  In his heart, his good brother Yuan Jue, although seemingly more stable and steady than Shi Xiao Si, but in essence, the two of them were the same.

  The only difference is that Shi Xiaosi's second-rate temperament is unrestrained towards anyone, and it's thoroughly revealed.

  But Yuan Wulang's proud and cute side is only shown in front of his family and closest friends.

  He didn't know if it was his honor or his sorrow.

  Helplessly sighing, the Ninth King finally nodded, "Yes, on your busy days when you can't spare time. I've already had someone purchase all the New Year's goods and added some extra hands in the kitchen these past two days."

  The emperor sent him as a supervisor because the crown prince was in charge of the country and had too much on his plate.

  The family of Empress Jiang was not prominent, and among her sons and nephews, there were no outstanding figures.

  In order to balance the military power of the Yuan family of the General's Mansion, the Emperor had to weigh the pros and cons, so he could only send him out as a supervisor first.

  However, the emperor previously used the excuse of a critical situation on the border to prevent him from going to the battlefield in person, saying that he was concerned about his safety, but actually it was just because he was afraid that he would become too close with the soldiers of the Yuan family.

  The emperor's brother, Ming Yi, was named to garrison the city of Muzhou. In other words, although he was given the identity of a supervising general, he was only allowed to have the power to urge logistics.

  He was in the mansion of Lord Lianyin, and actually couldn't get in touch with too many military affairs. What he could do was only to help the generals of the vanguard solve their worries about the rear.

  The nine kings' expression was slightly dim, but there was still a smile on his face. "I've come to tell you that I'll take care of everything. You don't need to worry about the affairs of Mu Zhou City."

  He paused for a moment, then continued, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, Ah Ju, you might as well take your wife to the barracks with General-in-Chief and Yuan San and Yuan Si to celebrate the festival together."

  Even in the midst of fierce warfare, the marshal's tent was always the safest place.

  Moreover, these days the Youjian army doesn't know what happened and has been hanging a flag of surrender.

  It seems that at this time, even if it were in the past, there wouldn't be any danger.

  Yuan Wulang heard this and was moved, but still shook his head. "No, I'll go with Ling'er, you can't be alone in the Lord's manor, it's too lonely. But the Lord's manor also cannot lack a person in charge."

  He shook his head repeatedly, "No way, at this critical moment, Father would not care about these trivial matters. Ling'er and I will accompany you to spend the New Year in Lord Lian's mansion."

  Soldiers on the march have no festivals.

  It's just that the war situation has suddenly become calm for some reason recently, and I have this spare time to think about New Year's things.

  If it were in the past, the two houses would be at war with each other, and there would be no time to think about these things.

  Jiu Wang insisted, "With me guarding the city of Mu Zhou, what could possibly go wrong? Ah Juan, listen to me, this is your and your wife's first New Year together, shouldn't you be spending it with family to make it more lively?"

  He is indeed a prince of high status, and if he has made up his mind to do something, nothing can stop him.

  Yuan Wulang still hesitated for a moment, but eventually agreed reluctantly.

  Cui Ling stood in the corner without saying a word, watching Jiu Wang's behavior, and found it somewhat unexpected.

  So this sissy actually has such a strong sense of justice?

  Indeed, you can't judge people by their appearance alone.

  Take her husband Yuan Wulang for example, with a majestic beard and a robust appearance, looking like a strong man, but actually being childish, sometimes not even as mature as a child.

  She couldn't help but think of the tricks he had asked her last night, and his stuttering answers made her both angry and amused.

  As she thought so, her eyes inadvertently fell on Yuan Wulang, filled with deep emotions.

  Jiǔ Wáng felt the commotion in the air and his face grew increasingly somber.

  Some things don't have a before and after, it all depends on whether heaven is standing on your side or not!

  ps：

  Due to harmonization needs, some plots have been changed. If you want to read the original version, you can join my book club: 321296183. The password is any character from this book that you like. No entry without a password! Also, thank you to friends who gave me red envelopes (tips). I didn't add them as featured comments because I've used up all my highlights, but I'll definitely make it up to you next week!