Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Husband, teach me to read "The Art of Sex"...

Jiang Hexue was struck by lightning.

"Zhaohua," she called to Shen Qingchen. "Come with me and take a look."

She trotted forward, and Shen Qingchen was afraid that Jiang Heye would attack her again, so she quickly stepped in front of her to protect her.

"Zhu Qiu, be gentle!" Before he even got close, he heard the woman being dragged screaming. "I'm still alive. If you keep dragging me like this, I'll be dead!"

"You think I'm willing to risk my life to save you?" Jiang Heye showed no mercy. "Shut up! If you keep arguing, I'll throw you back."

"Let go!" the woman yelled. "Whether I live or die is none of your business."

Jiang Heye really left her behind: "Then crawl back to the Pavilion Master and tell him that you, Huaixu, are too ambitious and too incompetent to go to a shabby brothel and throw away half your life."

"Zhu Qiu!" Huai Xu cursed. "Help others to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. You can't read with your eyes open, and don't you understand this principle?"

"Our bond doesn't warrant my risking my life to save you, but if I don't, the princess will cry when she finds out you're dead." Jiang Heye added, glancing at the two approaching them with a quirky smile. "Everyone else is calling you here."

With one hand still tugging at the rope that was dragging Huai Xu, his other hand had already touched the poison needle at his waist: "Get up and fight."

"Let's go back." Jiang Hexue grabbed Shen Qingchen's skirt and turned back. "As long as you're not helping Qi Mengxuan dispose of the body, we can discuss other matters later."

Shen Qingchen obeyed her completely and protected her this time.

"Isn't there a fight? Where are the people?" Huai Xu had stumbled to his feet from the ground.

"Let's go." Jiang Heye looked at the two people walking away, then glanced at the staggering Huai Xu, and finally said, "There are countless cases of missteps. Don't think your martial arts skills are too bad."

"Those two guys who just came, that guy..." He recalled the Lantern Festival, sighed softly, and spoke frankly. "I'm no match for him."

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"The princess is back." Outside Qianxiangfang, Ah Cheng came to greet her enthusiastically. "Has the princess found someone she likes?"

As she spoke, she looked behind Jiang Hexue expectantly, but she only saw He Fu and He Xin. She couldn't help but feel disappointed: "Didn't the princess bring Ah Liu back?"

"She's impulsive, not suitable for making incense." Jiang Hexue was matter-of-fact. He flipped through the remaining orders and pulled out only one. "There's still enough for the others to make the next day. Today, I'll trouble you to mix the incense paste for this one. I've taught you how to make Huan Yi Xiang."

"Be very careful, and don't make any mistakes." She glanced at the name on the last page and said with a curved lip. "I won't be here tonight, so lock the shop when you close it."

"He Fu, He Xin, come with me to check out your dormitories and make your beds first." She had temporarily rented a small courtyard with an entrance and exit for the people working in the store to live in. At the end of North Fourth Street, she hurriedly said something to Ah Cheng and led them away.

Little did she know that Ah Cheng's look as he looked at her back was filled with resentment.

After a long silence, she picked up the list and glanced at the name on the last page - Princess Gan Le.

She suddenly thought, if this deal fails, the princess should... find it difficult to resolve it properly, right?

She couldn't blame herself for being cruel and not helping A Liu.

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After a busy day, when Shen Qingchen and I returned to the Heng'an Palace, it was almost the first watch and the silver moon was already high in the sky.

"Your Highness is finally back!" Uncle Fu stepped forward, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. "I've told the kitchen to heat up dinner... Is the princess back too?"

"Uncle Fu, good night." Jiang Hexue greeted him with a smile, seemingly oblivious to the momentary surprise in his eyes. "Heat up our dinner, we haven't had any yet. Do you have anything spicy or sweet?"

"The sweet ones include osmanthus-flavored glutinous rice and lotus root!" Uncle Fu said cheerfully. "We haven't made any spicy dishes yet, but we have the mustard and spicy melon and pepper and bamboo shoots that I made a few days ago. I've ordered them to be served as well!"

He limped away, and Jiang Hexue turned back and held Shen Qingchen's hand, thinking: "I remember that my husband doesn't like osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root, why did you prepare this dish tonight?"

Shen Qingchen didn't answer, so she asked, "Or does my husband prepare my favorite dishes every night and wait for me to come home?"

He held her hand with a little force, but did not deny it. He just said, "Go wash your hands before eating."

Jiang Hexue didn't expose him for the first time, but when he thought of the dumplings that time, he felt mixed emotions.

If he was really putting on an act, how could he tolerate her not coming home for more than ten days and nights, ignoring and treating her so coldly that it almost humiliated him, and still greet her with a smile... then he was too good at disguising himself!

But if he really wanted her, then when did it start? Was it because he couldn't do without her, or was it just like he was with her now, that he just thought it would be nice to live together?

Jiang Hexue suddenly realized that she didn't want the second scenario.

But if she is the only one he can have, what will he do if he fails to find her and marry her in the Qingyuan marriage?

Jiang Hexue couldn't figure it out, and didn't say a word. She let Shen Qingchen hold her hand in a rare and gentle manner. He dipped her hand in warm water, rubbed it with soap nuts, and carefully applied it all over her hand.

This piece of soap was added with red plum petals, and the fragrance of the flowers penetrated into her nose. She looked at the crystal clear foam under the moonlight, came back to her senses a little, and poked the hole in his hand with her fingers.

One after another, the bubbles are fragile and vulnerable, just like some things, beautiful on the surface but cannot withstand deeper scrutiny.

She also knew that if she wanted to be happy, she could just turn a blind eye to many things as long as they did not cross her bottom line.

Such as her and Shen Qingchen.

There was no need to worry so much, just be happy day by day - after all, he was handsome, easy to hug, easy to kiss, and easy to sleep with, and she really gained a lot from him.

To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, one can still be romantic.

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Qingchen cleaned the foam on her hands and asked. "But Qianxiangfang?"

Jiang Hexue shook her head, and when he let go of her hand, she reached for the silk handkerchief and quickly flicked her hand, splashing the water droplets all over his face.

Shen Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled with curved lips.

He didn't wipe it off, letting the warm water droplets cool on his face: "Are you really a kitten?"

Jiang Hexue kept flicking the water droplets onto the ground: "Why do you say that?"

"If there is water, you don't need to wipe it with a silk handkerchief, just shake it yourself." Shen Qingchen bent down and was at eye level with her. "Isn't it still a kitten?"

If the kitten gets wet, it will always shake its head and make its fur a mess.

Jiang Hexue stopped moving and looked up at him.

He still didn't wipe off the water droplets that were splashed on him. They slid down his face, covering his cold white skin with a hazy water sheen, and appearing a somewhat cold and moist silver color under the cold moonlight.

His usually calm peach blossom eyes were now curved, and a smile spread across his face. The moonlight was a cold silver, but his smiling pupils were a bright and clear amber color, tinged with an alluring gold.

"It's a kitten, so it's a kitten." Jiang Hexue held his face with both hands and wiped the water droplets on his face randomly, making the crystal clear water light more blurred and hazy.

"It would be so nice if I could be a kitten, sleeping and eating every day, and then sleeping after eating. When I have nothing to do, I would stroll to my owner's feet, then pretend to be weak and lie down, waiting for my owner to take me away."

Shen Qingchen covered her hands with both hands and laughed out loud.

"If you really turn into a kitten," he paused, then added with a touch of selfishness, "you'll become my kitten."

"What will you do?"

"I'll make sure you get enough sleep and eat, and then sleep when you're full. I'll take you away when you lie down at my feet," Shen Qingchen looked at her. "I'll also dress you up beautifully and make nail polish for the kitten."

"If you're willing, I'll carry you out of the house and show you off to everyone I meet." He smiled as brightly as a pure and unrestrained young man. "Tell you that you're my little cat, mine alone."

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Jiang Hexue suspected that the chef of Heng'an Palace failed to control the amount of sugar and accidentally made the osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root too sweet.

It was so sweet that bubbles formed in her heart, like the bubbles that appeared when Haruhiko boiled pear honey in the snow. Although small, they lasted for a long time.

While chatting, she ate the food that was all to her taste. She would easily overeat when she ate in the palace, so Shen Qingchen held her hand and walked in circles with her to help her digest the food.

It's not like they have endless things to talk about. Even if they haven't seen each other for many days, she talks and he listens. If she wants him to talk, it will take him a long time to utter a word, and he can't even say anything interesting.

Jiang Hexue was tired of talking, so she started asking questions and he answered them again.

"When will Gan Le's wedding be held?" she asked. "It's been a month since they were engaged, and there's still no news."

"I don't know yet, but it shouldn't be delayed too long." Shen Qingchen said objectively, and then added, "If you want, I can calculate an auspicious day and ask my brother for help."

Jiang Hexue was amused by him: "Why are you asking for my opinion on someone else's marriage? I was just asking casually."

"You mean what happened to Master Jiang at the banquet?" She blinked. "Zhaohua, you must have known about it beforehand."

"It was Master Jiang who anticipated that Qingyuan might choose him." Shen Qingchen told the truth. "They were in love with each other, so he took advantage of the situation and helped him come up with a plan."

Jiang Hexue said "Oh" and became even more curious: "What's the benefit?"

"The chef of Zhiweiguan."

Jiang Hexue's jaw dropped. "The chef you want?"

"I thought you would want some antiques, calligraphy and paintings, or at least some farmland, real estate, gold, silver and treasures..."

“Nothing is missing.”

"So you're short of a cook?" Jiang Hexue couldn't help laughing.

"The dishes at Zhiwei Temple suit your taste." Shen Qingchen explained slowly. "After he teaches his disciples the skills, he will come to the palace."

Jiang Hexue's smile faltered for a moment. After a moment, she turned around and dragged him towards the room: "I've digested my food. Let's go back to the room and rest."

Shen Qingchen followed her, lowered his eyes to look at the two shadows leaning against each other on the ground, then looked at the hand clasped with hers, and clasped it even tighter.

"I will come back home for dinner later." He heard Jiang Hexue's muffled voice.

"If I'm busy, I'll go find you." Shen Qingchen closed the door.

Jiang Hexue hummed, fell back on the recliner and instructed him: "Help me get the book."

Shen Qingchen picked up the storybook on the table that she hadn't finished reading.

"No, I'm not going to read that," Jiang Hexue waved her hand. "Tonight, I'm going to read some 'sage books.' Take the box under my bed and take the one on top."

Shen Qingchen handed her the brand new one as she was told and glanced at the cover: "The True Secret of Yao Xiang?"

"I don't understand, my husband, come and teach me." Jiang Hexue said, holding the book. "Hold me and read."

Shen Qingchen held her on his lap.

"Don't give up halfway." Jiang Hexue scratched the cover of the book.

"No. If you don't understand, just ask me."

"Then let's begin. My husband, please watch carefully."

Shen Qingchen lowered her eyes and watched her slowly turn the cover, revealing another cover underneath, which read:

The Art of Sex.

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