Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Your Highness, Please Say Something

"I didn't run away." Ji Lian struggled for her wrist, but Xie Tingyu held her fingers together.

"If I hadn't interfered, you would have already..." Ji Lian turned away and snorted coldly, "You'd have made love with him, but you don't know..."

Xie Tingyu took over the conversation, "I don't know what heaven and earth are. My bellyband might even be hanging on his waist."

"you!"

Ji Lian was provoked by these words to imagine all the things in the secret play picture, the woman and man entwined on the couch, the man's intoxicated look with his neck tilted back and breathing heavily in excitement, and the compact and gorgeous actions.

During the conversation, the two faces on the couch inexplicably changed into him and Xie Tingyu.

Beads of sweat slid down the girl's neck to her waist, then slowly disappeared downwards as she moved. The red bellyband hung diagonally around his waist, its thin straps wrapped around his fingertips.

Intense shame and anger washed over Ji Lian. Her ears burned, her throat tightened, and she couldn't speak clearly. "I don't care whose... body your belly is hanging on. You can be with whoever you love... You... You and I have nothing to do with each other!"

As soon as these words came out, a basin of cold water fell from the sky, making Ji Lian feel cold all over. The restlessness that had been raging in her heart also subsided at this moment.

Yes, what does it have to do with him and her? There is nothing between them. Last night was just a beautiful night, and it should be forgotten after dawn.

It was true that she didn't hold a proper official position at the moment, but she was from the Chenjun Xie clan, the beloved daughter of Grand Tutor Xie, and would one day enter the imperial court. Not only would she have a legitimate wife, but she would also have a concubine, and none of this had anything to do with him.

He should have done as originally planned, and after coming of age, he would have asked the emperor for permission to enter the temple with his hair uncut, and always be with the ancient Buddha and the green lamp.

Ji Lian calmed down and looked at Xie Tingyu with a cold face. "You only cured me last night, and I came here today to thank you." He choked up a little, "I am the emperor's minister, and you, a mere prayer messenger, dare to offend me? Don't let me go!"

Xie Tingyu carefully examined Ji Lian's expression.

Ji Lian struggled again, and this time she escaped unexpectedly easily, with her cool touch still lingering on her wrist.

"Your Highness, are you going to draw a line between you and me?"

Ji Lian's breathing stagnated, his Adam's apple rising and falling heavily. "You and I are not from the same group. I have never had any contact with you, so how can we talk about drawing a clear line between us?"

"Since Your Highness says so, I will obey your orders."

Hearing this, bitterness gathered in the corners of Ji Lian's eyes. He couldn't stop trembling all over and turned his head to look at the dim corner.

"Then answer me three questions, Your Highness. Once we have answered them, we will leave."

Her eyelashes trembled, and Ji Lian murmured, "Hmm." What would she ask? Did he...

"Which runs faster, the blue crab or the red crab?"

“What…” Ji Lian turned around in surprise, “Red… red crab?”

"Wrong. It's blue crab, because the red crab is cooked." Xie Tingyu put his arms around Ji Lian's waist and nuzzled him. "I forgot to mention that if the answer is wrong, Your Highness will be punished."

Without giving Ji Lian time to respond, Xie Tingyu pecked the corner of his mouth and asked, "Do you want to hit your headache with a wooden stick or an iron stick?"

As their breaths intertwined, Ji Lian felt dizzy. "Iron... iron rod?"

"Wrong, it's my head that hurts the most."

Someone was sucking on my earlobe, and the itchy pain extended all the way to the place where my neck and collarbone met, and then stopped abruptly.

"Finally, which is better, the black chicken or the white chicken?"

"...white chicken."

"Wrong, it's a black chicken. Because black chickens can lay white eggs, but white chickens can't lay black eggs."

This time, Xie Tingyu held Ji Lian's face in her hands and gently kissed the corner of his lips, following the line of his lips. The sweet feeling climbed up his spine densely with the invasion of her tongue. Ji Lian closed his eyes and imitated her, greedily twisting her tongue.

In the small space, the lingering sound of water blending against lips and teeth and the rustling of clothes are particularly clear.

Every time the tongue was twisted, every time saliva was exchanged and swallowed, it was magnified a thousand times at this moment. Ji Lian felt ashamed.

After a while, the two separated.

Xie Tingyu took out a handkerchief to wipe the silver hair from the corners of Ji Lian's mouth, and expressed her thoughts on the whereabouts of the five beauties who were stuffed in.

Ji Lian's mind was a mess, and she stared blankly at Xie Tingyu's lips moving in and out, not taking in anything. She just nodded along with her words until the veil was put back on and she was half-carried to sit on the couch.

He suddenly came back to his senses when he saw five handsome men kneeling in front of him.

Xie Tingyu put his arm around Ji Lian's waist and opened his mouth, "It's been a few days since Wangshu Niang sent you to my place..."

Ji Lian felt embarrassed to act like this in front of others. He struggled uncomfortably. Xie Tingyu thought that she was uncomfortable with him, so he moved his palm upwards. Suddenly, he heard Ji Lian's low voice scolding, "Stop it, what are you touching in front of others?"

"Uh..." Xie Tingyu's expression remained unchanged. "But now, you have seen it too. This man sitting next to me is my sweetheart, my treasure, my honey. He doesn't want to see so many people around me."

Ji Lian: "......"

Upon hearing this, the five young men looked at each other, then remembered Yuan's instructions. They all looked up at Ji Lian and said in unison, "We are willing to follow your lead, brother. Please have mercy on us."

Ji Lian: "......"

Seeing Ji Lian remained silent, Xie Tingyu gently pinched his waist and said, "Your Highness, it's your turn to perform. Please say something."

Ji Lian: "......"

Xie Tingyu whispered, "Didn't we just agree on that at the bookshelf? I'll play the villain, you the hero, and together we'll send these beauties away." He added, "Your Highness, please say something!"

The confusion in his head was finally cleared up by Xie Tingyu's urging. Ji Lian moved and opened his lips: "If you want to stay, then stay..." Xie Tingyu pinched him again, and Ji Lian couldn't help but hum, with the ending tone trembling.

Xie Tingyu felt that the prince beside him seemed familiar to him instantly.

The tips of her ears were red enough to bleed. Ji Lian resisted the urge to bury herself in the hole and said in a firm voice, "Xie... Yu Niang and I have a deep bond. I only wish for her to have me by her side for the rest of her life. You two can go now."

Xu Qing looked sad: "Brother, we are a few weak boys. If we are not here, where else can we go? The world is so chaotic now. Please tolerate us." After saying that, he leaned over and knelt for a long time.

"Please give us some space, brother." The other four echoed in unison.

Xie Tingyu urged in a low voice: "Your Highness, please speak quickly. Whether you can tolerate me or not is a matter of my magnanimity, and whether you can let me tolerate you is a matter of your ability."

"Xie Tingyu, do you have a brain disease?" Ji Lian could no longer bear it.

Xie Tingyu fell silent.

Ji Lian stood up, walked to the desk, rolled up her sleeves and began to work. "I'll give you two choices. One is to send you back to the Yuan family's garden, and the other is to send you to Ci'en Temple on the outskirts of the city, untie your hair and become a nun, severing all ties with the world."

The tip of the wolf-hair brush brushed across the rice paper. Ji Lian didn't even look up. "I've known the abbot of Ci'en Temple for many years. I'll guarantee that you won't be wronged there. Please make your choice."

Seeing Ji Lian's relentless persuasion, Xu Qing turned to look at Xie Tingyu. Just as he was about to crawl to her feet, a cold light flashed from the desk. Xu Qing felt a chill down his spine, and he pulled his knees back. He replied in a trembling voice, "Qingxuan... Ci'en Temple."

I was sent here by Yuan with a mission in mind, but now I'm being sent back before I even lay down. I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death. If I want to survive, I have no choice but to become a monk.

At this time, Ji Lian had already finished writing the document by hand, dried the ink, and handed it to Xu Qing. "When the rain stops, you can go up the mountain."

The five gentlemen looked ashen and withdrew as instructed.

"Your Highness, this is a good trick. This way, Yuan Wangshu won't send people in to get information from me anymore." Xie Tingyu clapped his hands, a mischievous smile in his eyes. "After all, there's a jealous man next to me who won't tolerate anyone else."

The coldness in his expression just now immediately collapsed when he called out "Lian Lang". Ji Lian threw the paperweight on the table without thinking.

Xie Tingyu reached out and caught it, then placed the paperweight back on the table. "This habit of littering is not good." He took out a bamboo umbrella and said, "It's raining heavily outside. I'll take Your Highness home."

"Please arrange a new room for me." Ji Lian left with a wave of her sleeves. "Last night was an accident."

Xie Tingyu walked on the outermost side, blocking the drizzle that slanted in. "Yes, there was an accident last night."

A bamboo umbrella was held open over their heads as they walked slowly down the corridor, their sleeves occasionally rubbing and tangling, only to separate abruptly just before they touched. They passed through a moonlit door and finally stopped in front of a wing room separated from last night's bedroom by a wall.

"Your Highness, please stay here from now on."

The rain did not stop until we went to bed at night.

From behind the layers of draped veil came suppressed, painful moans. The candlelight flickered, and Jiangzhu lifted the veil. Sure enough, she saw Ji Lian, deep in the quilt, sweat dripping from his temples in agony. He was curled up, his hair disheveled, a faint red at the corners of his eyes, and his entire body exuded a pitiful aura.

Although she didn't know why the insect bite caused the attack, Jiangzhu walked through the rain and quickly found the study.

The study was brightly lit by candlelight. Cui Yuanying, holding a volume of Sun Tzu's Art of War, leaned over to ask Xie Tingyu, who was sitting behind his desk, "Xie Er, what does this verse, 'The enemy is approaching in large numbers and in good order, how should we deal with them? First take away what they love, and they will obey', mean?"

Xie Tingyu eloquently explained, "If the enemy army arrives in full force, rather than waiting, it would be better to send light cavalry to attack the enemy's supply routes or to raid their families. A man must save his loved ones; this is the principle of encircling Wei to save Zhao."

Cui Yuanying hissed and deliberately asked, "Which chapter in Sun Tzu's Art of War is this?"

"Chapter 11, Nine Lands."

Cui Yuanying uttered a "Hey!" and picked up another scroll to ask. After Xie Tingyu answered fluently several times, he said impatiently, "Is it you who is learning, or me? You are asking so many questions, are you really that stupid?"

"Ask more times to show how good you are." Cui Yuanying approached with a smile, "Xie Er, how many times have you read these?"

Xie Tingyu pressed his nose with two fingers and said, "Yeah, I saw it a few times ten years ago."

Cui Yuanying's eyes widened in astonishment, and she sighed inwardly, "When I was a kid, I had a hard time reciting the Three Character Classic, but she's so good, she treats military books as idle reading. Is this the gap between people?"

There was a figure approaching, and upon hearing the footsteps, the two looked up at the same time.

Jiangzhu raised her hand and saluted, her face looking worried. "My husband is not feeling well. Could you please come and see him, Madam Xie?"

Cui Yuanying spoke faster than his brain and blurted out, "If you need to see a doctor, go find a doctor. Xie Er can't treat illnesses... Hey... Xie Er, why did you leave? I still don't understand something!"

Ji Lian was half asleep when he felt someone holding him up by the waist, resting his head on his collarbone. He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar face. For a moment, he remembered her flirting with someone else in the study, and her evasive response to his words behind the bookshelf.

A variety of emotions such as attachment, bitterness, sadness, etc. mixed in Ji Lian's heart, turning into an almost inaudible whimper in her throat.

Xie Tingyu followed the same method as last time and gave Ji Lian a detailed massage.

Like a gentle spring breeze, the pain gradually dissipated. Ji Lian's tense body gradually relaxed. She stared blankly at Xie Tingyu's eyes, which were as calm as the surface of a lake. She couldn't help but wonder, "If I hadn't been carrying the Gu insect, would everything that happened last night have never happened? Would she not have come tonight?"

Xie Tingyu stroked Ji Lian's hair with her fingertips and discovered a small, pointed corner on her smooth forehead—a widow's peak. She pointed at it, looked at the beautiful but broken face of the person in her arms, and suddenly lowered her head to gently kiss the widow's peak.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Jiangzhu, who was carrying a pot of calming and sleeping tea.

Ever since the last time I saw the two of them holding hands in Posa Pavilion, this time I saw Lord Xie kissing His Highness, and His Highness... didn't show any big expression, just turned his face slightly away.

Jiangzhu covered his mouth with his hand and backed away in shock. He retreated behind the screen, placed the teapot on the round table, covered his face with his hands, and thought desperately: "Your Highness has been kissed, what should I do? I see that Your Highness doesn't seem to care, but Your Highness has been kissed, what should I do? Wuwuwu, should I stay here or wait outside? Wuwuwu, Your Highness..."

After thinking it over, Jiangzhu squatted outside the door with her knees hugged in despair, waiting.

Seeing Ji Lian's lack of reaction, Xie Tingyu pressed forward, placing him back on the bed. The curtains fell, and she slipped inside. Beside the bed were their clogs, placed close together. In the dim candlelight, the curtains revealed the overlapping shadows of their intertwined figures on the bed.

Ji Lian's lips were soft and delicate, like a dew-soaked peony petal in the dim veil, extremely alluring. His Adam's apple rolled, his fingertips clenched the quilt, and he watched in silence as Xie Tingyu approached and gently kissed his lips.

When it comes to kissing, Xie Tingyu is a very good teacher.

Every time, she would slowly and methodically arouse Ji Lian's desire, tracing the shape of his lips before probing deeper. She would always nibble on his lip beads, and when he unconsciously opened his lips to breathe softly, she would take the opportunity to penetrate deeper, devouring his rationality bit by bit.

Unripe fruits will exude honey when ripened.

Ji Lian had been well-trained by Xie Tingyu. Compared to the first time last night when he was at a loss, tonight he took the initiative to raise his hand, entwining his fingertips with Xie Tingyu's hair, getting closer to her.

Numbness, itchiness, thirst, all mixed together.

When the two separated, their lips were glistening and moist.

"Your Highness, what do you think of my Gu-suppressing technique?"

"Fine."

Xie Tingyu leaned down again.

Jiangzhu heard the door open and close, so she stood up and walked inside. She lifted the veil and saw Ji Lian lying on her side with her eyes closed, then quietly put it down.

Ji Lian buried her face in the quilt, letting the tears flow. Yes, she was just trying to calm the poison, she was just seeking pleasure, and she didn't have any excessive feelings for him.

People like her who are both sentimental and heartless are the most hateful...

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The author has something to say: Who understands the authority of playing with the memes of The Legend of Zhen Huan? Who understands?

Black chicken, white chicken, blue crab, and red crab are all brain teasers I learned from watching "Little Fish and Flowerless" when I was a kid. They are not my original ideas.

Lianlian: TT She ​​just wants to take advantage of me, she doesn't really like me