Chapter 114 "Master, open your mouth and bite it yourself. Don't let your official robe fall down and get dirty." Wu Qining...

"Master, open your mouth and bite it yourself. Don't let your official robe fall down and get dirty." Wu Qining gently pinched the back of Song Shiwei's neck and bit her earlobe.

She hugged her from behind, one hand wrapped around her chest, and with the other hand she lifted the hem of her crimson official robe and put it to Song Shiwei's mouth, motioning her to bite it.

Song Shiwei knelt on the couch with her back bent, her legs shaking so much that she couldn't stand it. With her eyes filled with water, she looked at the hand so close and the familiar official robe with a red face. She immediately turned her face away and pursed her lips.

"Taifu, be good. Open your mouth. You don't want to stumble out of Yongning Palace in a disheveled state with a wet official robe. It would be bad if the court officials saw you."

Wu Qining's hands kept moving, bullying her, and his hot body cushioned Song Shi's trembling back, supporting her body that was about to go limp. She bit her earlobe and continued to say dirty words.

"Look, it's raining a little from somewhere, and it's all splashed onto the official robe. If it keeps on like this, when it rains hard, the official robe will be really dirty."

"Asshole." Song Shiwei couldn't stand it anymore. She bit Wu Qining's hand and bit the lifted official robe with trembling teeth.

"So good. Now the Master won't say anything."

Wu Qining liked her best like this, with her official robe and bellyband half-covered on her body, about to fall off but not yet, and her charm could be seen with a slight push.

Thinking of this, he thrust harder, causing Song Shiwei's legs to tremble. He fell forward with his spine arched, as if his cramps had been pulled and his skin peeled off.

"Master, this won't do. If you fall, your robe will fall off, and we can start over. Master, be the best and get up slowly by yourself."

Wu Qining just looked at her bony back from behind and coaxed her in a low voice.

It's more like a threat than a coaxing.

She has been doing this often since she discovered that the tutor was particularly ashamed of such words to coax the child in bed.

With a broken whimper, Song Shi stood up tremblingly and leaned towards Wu Qining, panting.

This kid is definitely capable of doing something like this.

Wu Qining's body was warm, like a stove, and soon warmed her somewhat chilly back. His hot palm rested on the back of her neck, and his calloused fingertips rubbed and soothed her.

Wu Qining glanced at her shaking and slightly red knees and frowned.

She had to finish it quickly, otherwise the Master might get hurt if he kneeled for too long.

Thinking of this, she hugged her from behind again and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "For the last time, Taifu, behave yourself and I will let you out of Yongning Palace, how about that?"

Under the blurred vision, the child's hoarse voice kept echoing and amplifying in her ears.

She closed her eyes, a tear rolled down from the corner of her red eyes, and she agreed.

I don't know where this child learned this from, but she is getting more and more excessive. She won't stop until she bullies her and makes her cry.

But she knew that she spoiled her and didn't care much about her pleas for mercy and scolding. Her favorite thing was to bully her until she cried and then hold her in her arms to comfort her.

It's really... treasonous.

"Hmm? Master, what are you thinking about? You're not paying attention."

Wu Qining puffed his lips a little aggrieved, and stretched out another one on his own initiative.

Whenever she was about to lose her balance and fall forward trembling, she would stop, say nothing, and just look at her quietly.

Song Shiwei suddenly remembered what she had said in her ear before. She struggled to straighten her back and stood up again.

Wu Qining then kissed her red earlobe with satisfaction. Then...

After several times, Song Shiwei's whole body was wet, as if she had just been fished out of the water. Sweat and tears continued to flow from her face, covering her face.

Broken sobs escaped from his throat, and every rapid gasp pulled at the taut official robe around his throat. His trembling shoulders rose and fell violently. The vague sobs hit the rough fabric, and were muffled back, turning into a crying breath that wandered between his teeth. Wet tears slid along his jawline into his collar, turning the tremors of his sobs into a sour and salty taste.

The crimson official robe in his mouth was soaked with saliva, and his knees were shivering like two dead leaves in the cold wind. Every slight tremor was accompanied by an uncontrollable shudder, and the uncontrollable twitching of his muscles caused his knees to slowly come together and collide with each other.

Song Shiwei seemed to have lost all her strength. The official robe in her mouth fell off and she fell forward softly.

Wu Qining's hands were faster than hers. She held her waist with one hand and protected her head with the other, and gently placed her on the couch. Then she held her in her arms, happily patting her shaking back with her hot palms and coaxing her softly.

For her, bullying the master and comforting him after the bullying were equally important and exciting. The thought of the master, who was ten years older than her, being held in her arms in dishevelled clothes, sobbing softly, and being coaxed by her with the tricks of coaxing children made her feel happy.

An electric current exploded from her coccyx, climbing up along her spine, and crackling in her brain. It was as if her identities had been reversed. Wu Qining skillfully imitated the words that Song Shiwei used to coax her under the bed, and coaxed her softly.

"Master, my lady, it's Shi Wei. Okay, stop crying, it's okay."

The blind cat cries over the rat. Song Shiwei sniffed, wiped the sticky tears from his face, turned his back to her, and didn't want to pay attention to her.

Wu Qining curled his eyes, not caring, and gently rubbed her red knees with his wet palms. He whispered in her ear in a mischievous way.

"How can you blame me, Master? It's obviously your own fault. If you were faster, you wouldn't have to kneel for so long."

"Come, turn around and let me see if there are any bruises from kneeling."

"Wu Qining!" Song Shi turned around with a slightly flushed face, and saw Wu Qining looking at her with a smile.

The eyebrows are slightly raised, and the pair of phoenix eyes are sparkling and bright. The vermilion mole at the end of the eye is like a star, adding a bit of charm to the soul. The lips are stained with crystal, rosy and translucent. The edges and corners are clear yet soft.

Her wife is really pretty.

In the end, Song Shiwei just lightly bit her bright red mole.

Although Wu Qining, who was holding her in his arms, didn't say anything, he looked so high and proud that he almost went to heaven.

She said that the Grand Tutor loved her the most. How could he bear to blame her?

The snow fell lightly like goose feathers, and the red palace walls were stained with snow, wrapped in a layer of hazy gauze. The winding white marble steps formed a painting of ink and color.

Song Shiwei was wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, leaning lazily on the soft pillow, looking at the memorial in his hand.

The Yongning Palace opened a small hole, and the wind blew snowflakes in. She looked up. Wu Qining was wearing a big red robe, walking on the snow.

Just as she was about to brush the snow off her child's shoulders, Wu Qining suddenly jumped up high and hid far away from her. He didn't give her a clingy hug until the cool air from his body was warmed up.

The warm chest wrapped around her, even warmer than a stove burning in winter. Wu Qining grabbed her cold hand and wrapped it completely.

She bent her head and breathed out continuously until all the fine hairs on Song Shiwei's face were covered with tiny water droplets, warming them up completely. Only then did she stop.

Wu Qining proudly raised her hands into the air, and looked at her masterpiece in the light coming in from the window.

The back of the hand, which was originally as pale as faded rice paper, was stained with a light pink, and the sickly gray on the nails disappeared. With the beating of the pulse, it seemed that warmth flowed slowly along the blood, injecting vitality back into these thin hands.

Wu Qining put it to his lips and kissed it again and again.

After raising him for such a long time, Taifu's body is finally not that thin anymore. He has some flesh when you hold him in your arms, but he is still very thin.

"Taifu's hands are actually a circle smaller than mine." Comparing the two, Wu Qining fiddled with her fingers as if she had discovered a new toy.

"Your Majesty, have you just discovered this?" Song Shiwei scratched her dry palm with her fingernails.

Wu Qining thought about it carefully for a while and agreed.

"I'm sure your Excellency knows more about my hands than I do and has a deep understanding of them." The long, teasing words had just fallen.

Song Shiwei withdrew his hand and gently pinched her smiling face.

"Nothing serious."

"Your son greets the Queen Mother and mother. It's snowing and I want to have a snowball fight." The clear voice came before the person arrived.

A bright red ball came walking on the snow. She shook off the snow on her body skillfully, changed her clothes, warmed up her cold body, and then approached them.

Song Shiwei gently elbowed Wu Qining, and Wu Qining reluctantly let her go. Song Shiwei stood up and rubbed Wu An Ning's little head.

"How's your schoolwork going? Are you confident? Let me check it out." The series of questions confused Wu An Ning, who was smiling brightly.

She pouted in grievance and pulled Song Shiwei's sleeve in a coquettish manner.

"Ah~ Mother~"

Song Shiwei raised the corners of his lips gently, said nothing, and just stood there waiting, with an expression that could not be questioned.

After rolling his eyes, Wu An Ning turned to look at Wu Qining who was watching the excitement on the side, and asked for help in a weak voice.

"Queen Mother~"

"Don't look at me, your mother is still my tutor. I still have to listen to your mother's teachings every day."

"Okay." Wu Anning took a deep breath, looked at Song Shiwei who had already placed the scabbard on the table, and shrank his neck.

She had been naughty before and had been sloppy about her schoolwork for a while, so she was hit by the hilt of the sword. It hurt so much on her hand.

Only after Song Shiwei finished teaching and nodded with satisfaction did Wu Qining and Wu Anning breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

At this moment, her aura was too strong, and her eyes could not tolerate even a grain of sand, which made them almost unable to breathe.

"Then mother, can you accompany me to play snowballs?" Wu Anning opened her bright eyes and pulled her sleeve.

"Wu An Ning, your mother is afraid of the cold in winter, so don't bother her." Song Shiwei was about to respond when Wu Qining on the side refused for her.

"The Queen Mother will accompany you. After the trip, go back to the East Palace and do your homework. Don't make trouble anymore."

"But I want to be with my mother and my mother, just like this." Wu An Ning held Wu Qining's hand with one hand and Song Shiwei's with the other. She blinked and asked softly:

"May I?"

"Okay, mother will watch from the side."

"Ahhh, I love mother the most."

"Just spoil her."

"I not only spoil her, but also spoil Your Majesty."

Song Shiwei looked at Wu Anning's cheerful back, smiled and shook his head.

"Grandmaster, my lady, the time is short. When An Ning reaches the age of marriage, I will give up the throne to her. How about I travel the world with you, Grandmaster?"

"The lights of the painted boats in the Jiangnan water village, the noise of camel bells in the desert, the morning bells and evening drums on the mountain trails... I want to experience them all with Master."

"Okay, I will obey your majesty."

On the snow, the figures of two adults and one child walked farther and farther away, leaving only a few footprints of varying depths, quietly covered by the new snow.