Chapter 72 Chapter 72 A Fresh Way to Use Wine (Small Theater 2!…

The rain is heavy.

Transparent raindrops fell along the young man's bamboo hat, forming lines that wet his black hair scattered on his shoulders, and the strands stuck together.

The cold white skin was slightly flushed due to the rapid speed, but it was also wet with rain, giving it an almost pale and transparent coldness.

The long and thick eyelashes were also soaked, and the amber pupils were dark and dull, showing a dark brown color, like a cold and secluded pond or a lonely mountain.

The veins on his hand holding the reins were bulging, and the edge of his sleeve had rolled down half an inch, revealing his wrist bones, which had become thin and sharp before she noticed, and half of his wrist, which for some unknown reason was as red as his bracelet.

Jiang Hexue felt a lump in his throat and suddenly couldn't utter a word.

But at this moment, even if she quarreled with him or cried and shouted, it would be better than silence.

Shen Qingchen didn't know how he suppressed the urge to kiss her immediately, kiss her until she couldn't breathe, and then question her.

Asking for things has always been an instinct.

He suddenly closed his eyes, then turned around and drew his bow.

Fu Wang was still vainly trying to subdue his wounded, maddened horse, tossed about precariously on its back. Even if the arrow didn't pierce him from chest to back, it would surely leave him near death or permanently disabled. "Brother-in-law, calm down!" Jiang Heye shouted, but his voice was almost lost in the rumble of the rain.

But Shen Qingchen put down the bow and arrow, not because of his consolation.

He turned around and looked at the girl who was hugging his waist.

"No." She spoke softly, begging him on Fu Wang's behalf. "Zhao Hua, don't kill him."

Shen Qingchen took back the reins, his long fingers suddenly clenching tightly.

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The return journey was much slower than the outward journey, but in less than two quarters of an hour, the palace gate came into view.

The servants waiting at the door breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the two had returned together.

Uncle Fu held out an oil-paper umbrella for them, wide enough to shelter them both. "Your Highness, Princess, your raincoats are soaked through after running around in the rain. Would you like some water to bathe?"

"Prepare it. It needs to be hotter. Please trouble Uncle Fu." Shen Qingchen took the umbrella and Jiang Hexue responded beside him.

Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ordered people to prepare it.

Shen Qingchen walked as fast as flying.

He was already six or seven inches taller than her, with long legs and superb martial arts skills. Jiang Hexue could hardly keep up with him even at a jog.

But the two of them were only one or two steps apart, and the oil-paper umbrella was always held above her head. The oil-paper umbrella that was supposed to protect both of them was now only held by her. The raindrops hit the umbrella, forming a falling rain line in front of Jiang Hexue's eyes.

In the hazy rain, a young man stood upright, draped in a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. He had been in the rain for so long that the raincoat could no longer absorb the water and clung to his body, dripping in streaks, leaving him drenched and looking more disheveled than ever before.

Jiang Hexue called him, but he ignored her, just like the many times he had called her on horseback; she had no choice but to chase him in three steps at a time, but when she caught up with him, he had already entered the bedroom.

"Zhaohua," she said hesitantly, clutching the sleeve of his soaked raincoat. "I'll help you untie..."

The lips were sealed in the next moment.

The young man's lips were cold, and the hand holding her jaw was also cold. His fingertips with thin calluses slowly stroked her cheek.

He did not deliberately control his strength as he usually did. The places where he rubbed felt itchy and numb, with a slight pain.

Just like the lips he was grinding.

Her teeth slightly opened, and he inserted his tongue. As they twisted fiercely, her breath became thinner and thinner.

Jiang Hexue was forced to retreat, but Shen Qingchen's other hand held her shoulder blade and pressed it into his arms, trying to keep her body close to his.

The raincoat was soaked and cold. As soon as she touched it, she shuddered instinctively: "Cold..."

Shen Qingchen paused briefly.

He held her hand and roughly ripped open the straps of her straw raincoat and bamboo hat, revealing the moon-white gown underneath that was also soaked.

His hand was guided down to his waist, and the secret buckle was unfastened. The jade belt fell onto the silk carpet, making a brief sound before being pressed down by the falling robe.

The inner clothes were finally dry, but Shen Qingchen did not stop, took her hand and reached in to untie the laces.

He took off his clothes one by one, leaving only a pair of shorts that were not wet by the rain. His upper body was naked, and his cold white skin was slightly red. It was not known whether he had caught a cold or for some other reason.

Then, Shen Qingchen went to take off Jiang Hexue's straw raincoat and bamboo hat.

Even though her straw raincoat and bamboo hat were low-quality items bought at a restaurant, not soaked in tung oil, and far less finely woven than the ones he wore when he left the palace, once they were untied, the silk skirt underneath was not stained by a single drop of rain.

It was because he held her in his arms all the way back.

Jiang Hexue had just calmed down her disordered breathing when she suddenly realized the situation by looking at the raincoat that was half wet and half dry. Her eyes immediately turned red: "Zhaohua..."

But Shen Qingchen misunderstood the reason why her eyes were tearful.

He leaned over again, swallowing up her unfinished words, one hand on her lower back, the other on her butterfly bone, his fingers moving lightly along her spine, a bit soothing, but more like teasing.

He really had an extremely good memory and was too familiar with every part of her body. Before long, the girl's waist had collapsed limply in his palm, and she couldn't help but let out some sweet sounds from her throat.

"Don't..." But even so, Jiang Hexue still pressed her fingers against his chest, determined not to let him get any closer.

Shen Qingchen finally stepped back slightly: “Why.”

"Why don't you want me?" He took her hand and sank it into the valley of his chest and abdomen, caressing her inch by inch. "Didn't you say that I was born beautiful and very much to your liking?"

Jiang Hexue's hands were shaking from the strange feeling.

Two knuckles sank into the gap between the muscular chest muscles. He slightly tensed his waist, and his tight muscles pressed her hand so hard that she couldn't pull it out at all.

I could only follow his movements and trace the outline of each piece inch by inch.

"Why not?" Shen Qingchen stepped forward again, kissing her lips lightly and softly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I practice, I change."

Jiang Hexue couldn't shake her head and could only answer him in a broken voice: "Husband...anywhere is fine..."

"Then Qingqing, why did you have to leave me?" Shen Qingchen asked again, raising his eyes and looking at her trembling crow eyelashes.

"You lied to me again." Seeing her silence, he chuckled softly. "You're lying to me again with such sweet words and such a treacherous heart."

Jiang Hexue was a little angry at him.

This person didn't want to listen to her explanation at all.

Did she want to remain silent? Wasn't he the one who silenced her?

The kiss was so fierce, but he was able to speak as soon as he pulled away. She hadn't even caught her breath yet, and he kissed her again. How could she answer his questions?

She was angry and felt wronged, and her eyes, which had been sore just now, were now filled with tears.

"What did I do that you don't like? Tell me." Shen Qingchen wiped it away gently with his fingertips and kissed her coaxingly. "I'll change it, change it to what you like."

But Jiang Hexue's tears were like broken South China Pearls, and could not be wiped away no matter how hard she tried.

Shen Qingchen lingered on her lips, her tone so soft as to be inaudible: "Qingqing... do you hate me so much?"

She was smiling at Fu Wang with such a happy face half an hour ago, but now she was crying in front of him.

"No wonder you left me." He finally found the answer from her tears, and said hoarsely, "No wonder you don't want me."

"How could I possibly abandon you, or even want you..." Jiang Hexue choked up, unwilling to let go of this rare opportunity to speak. "Zhaohua, don't be like this, making you sound like my pet..."

"Pet?" Shen Qingchen repeated, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But I'm not even as good as your pet."

There was a rustling sound outside. It was the little Qionghua, who had eaten her fill, flapping her wings and flying around. The little Hehe was scratching the door with her claws, as if she wanted to see what her parents were doing and why, after returning home, no one squatted down to touch her or play with her.

Before she left, she remembered to add food and water to Xiao He He and Xiao Qiong Hua, and perhaps also informed them that she was leaving.

But let alone food, she didn't even leave him a note. Not even a perfunctory message.

Naturally, she is not as good as her pet.

Xiao Qionghua flapped her wings and called out to the two of them outside the door. Her anxious voice coupled with the sound of Xiao Hehe scratching at the door made the girl, who had just been crying, curl her lips slightly.

Shen Qingchen suddenly withdrew his consciousness.

Yes, her pets would make her laugh, please her, and delight her. But he only made her cry. He was not as good as them, and she couldn't blame him.

But he should also please her. He prepared a lot.

Shen Qingchen held her cheek and kissed her again, then leaned over and dragged out a golden nanmu box from under the bed.

"What is this?" Jiang Hexue looked at it through her misty tearful eyes. She felt that this box was as big as her suitcase, and she didn't know what Shen Qingchen was going to do by dragging it out at this time.

It's not like he would suddenly stop packing his suitcase in the middle of an argument or an intimate moment, right?

Jiang Hexue was about to ask him something, but when she saw what was inside the box that he had opened, her eyes widened in shock.

What are these things...

At the top was the gold chain that Shen Qingchen had worn in the past, and underneath it were several other chains that she had never seen before. They seemed to be a set, made of silver and decorated with jade flower-shaped colored glass. He took them out one after another, of different lengths.

Jiang Hexue could only recognize one of the very short ones, thinking it was used as a necklace, and stared at the others in a daze.

"I'll wear it for you to enjoy." Shen Qingchen observed her expression and didn't look for anything else. He sat down on the edge of the couch and picked up one of them.

He had seen this trick at Zui Le Ju. The musician had taught him before that there were many ways to please distinguished guests.

Even drinking wine and tasting tea have new and novel ways.

Thinking of something, Shen Qingchen stood up again, took Jiang Hexue, who was staring at the wooden box in a daze, and lowered her head for a kiss.

The taste of tea was just ordinary, it was not brewed at the right time and had a slight bitter taste of tea leaves.

Fu Wang was reluctant to even buy her a drink, and he even forgot that she didn't like mutton. How was she better than himself?

Shen Qingchen couldn't help but deepen and intensify the kiss until Jiang Hexue started pushing him again, and then he stopped.

"I'll buy you a drink." He stepped back, his voice hoarse.

Jiang Hexue was so confused by the kiss that she couldn't understand his incoherent words. "What?"

Shen Qingchen picked up the wine pot on the table, put a gilded wine cup in her hand, and filled it for her.

The rich aroma of grapes filled the air. Jiang Hexue lowered her eyelashes and saw that it was a fine red wine. She couldn't help but take a sip. The wine was rich in aroma and sweet in the mouth.

Shen Qingchen leaned heavily on the edge of the couch, poured himself a cup, slowly raised it, and pulled her closer with his other hand.

Then, the wine cup was tilted slightly, and dark red wine dripped out.

"I heard there's a new way to use wine." He raised his eyes and met her stunned eyes. "Want to try it?"

"……Owner."

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The author has something to say: Please read the next few chapters quickly. I don’t know when the review will catch me [burst into tears]

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