Chapter 52◇

Let's go have a baby!

Before Feng Ran could ask what the solution was, Duan Jingchuan stretched out his long arm, pulled Feng Ran into his arms, and kissed her without saying a word. His lips and tongue quickly explored her territory.

This was the first time Feng Ran hadn't absorbed any immortal energy from Duan Jingchuan. Her mouth was filled with a fishy, ​​bitter, and sour taste that rushed to her scalp, making her feel like her skull was about to explode.

She gently pushed Duan Jingchuan's shoulder with one hand, trying to push him away, but she didn't dare to use any force. With her other hand, she helplessly grabbed the corner of the table, and with a crack, the square table turned into a hexagonal table.

Upon hearing this, Duan Jingchuan released Feng Ran, raising an eyebrow in surprise, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Why didn't you push me away more forcefully?"

Feng Ran, her face filled with grief and indignation, cried out in accusation, "Husband, is there something wrong with your sense of taste? This is clearly not tasty!"

Seeing Feng Ran's innocent expression, Duan Jingchuan, who had finally managed to be mischievous, felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have teased his wife. Ignoring the chipped corner of the table, he quickly picked up a piece of candy and fed it to Feng Ran, saying, "Madam, have a piece to cleanse your mouth. It was my fault."

Feng Ran didn't care what to say, stuffed her mouth full, and ate the whole plate before regaining her usual expression.

She didn't forget to emphasize, "Husband, there really is something wrong with your sense of taste. You should see a doctor!"

Duan Jingchuan gave a vague reply, and seeing Feng Ran subtly move closer to him, he realized that she disliked his strange smell.

Helplessly, he said, "I'll have Xiuer pack these away and get you some fresh ones. I'll go take a bath and change now."

Feng Ran looked longingly at the table of barely touched dishes, feeling quite reluctant to leave. She sniffed and said, "No, it's such a waste. I'll feel better in a little while. Husband, you should eat something too!"

The more sensible Feng Ran was, the more Duan Jingchuan felt guilty. Why did he tease his wife for no reason? He was the one who was heartbroken.

In the end, he simply rinsed his mouth and continued eating with Feng Ran.

However, Duan Jingchuan was destined to have an uneasy meal. He had barely finished a bowl of rice when he felt something dripping from below his nose. He touched it...

Feng Ran asked in surprise, "Husband, why are you bleeding from your nose?"

Duan Jingchuan's face darkened, and he covered his face with his wide sleeves. "Don't panic, Madam. I'll go and tidy things up right away." With that, he ran off without looking back.

These successive events made Feng Ran lose her appetite, but she couldn't bear to waste the food, so she slowly finished the whole table of food, her stomach was bloated.

After finishing his meal, he patted his stomach sadly and then ran to the yard to walk around and digest his food.

The couple's actions left Xiong Qi and Xiu'er completely bewildered. Were they about to consummate their marriage?

A piece of the dining table corner was broken off. The young master had only eaten half of his meal when he covered his face and left. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. What happened? Was he beaten?

This didn't delay the Crown Princess's meal, but her complexion wasn't exactly pleasant; the two of them didn't seem like they were about to consummate their marriage.

The small flame that had been burning all day was extinguished. Xiuer said weakly, "Go and see the young master, and I'll go and see the young mistress. Have these two masters had some kind of conflict?"

Xiuer stayed by Feng Ran's side as she walked, her complexion not looking too good. Feng Ran felt that the food in her stomach had almost been digested, and then she asked Xiuer to prepare water so she could take a bath and change her clothes.

Xiuer looked up at the sky; it was just past Shenshi (3-5 PM), still early. The Crown Princess was about to rest, so it seemed their consummation of the marriage wouldn't happen today.

But she didn't dare ask too many questions, so she obediently prepared a warm bath for the Crown Princess.

Bathing was a very troublesome process for people in ancient times. Not to mention anything else, just washing their hair was a very frustrating experience.

Feng Ran has always been impatient, and Xiu'er has always done the washing of her hair for her. Her hair is very heavy when wet, even heavier than the ten-pound phoenix crown she wore that day.

Feng Ran lay listlessly on the couch, letting Xiu'er slowly wring out her hair. Seeing that Shen Shi (3-5 PM) was almost over, Feng Ran touched her hair, which was still damp, and waved her hand impatiently, "Never mind, that's enough for now!"

When Xiuer saw Feng Ran get up, she assumed she was going to bed and hurriedly went to make the bed. Suddenly, Feng Ran asked, "Where is my husband?"

Xiuer paused in making the bed, and said uncertainly, "At this hour, shouldn't the young master be in his study?"

Feng Ran mumbled something under her breath, but Xiu'er didn't hear it clearly. She only saw that Feng Ran was wearing an undergarment, so she put on a cloak and got up to walk out.

Xiuer exclaimed, "Your Highness, what are you going to do? This servant can do it for you. It's cold outside, and Your Highness might catch a cold if you go out like this."

Feng Ran waved her hand, "It's just a few steps, you don't need to follow. Go back and rest."

After saying that, she plunged into the cold wind and ran quickly towards Duan Jingchuan's study.

Xiuer looked in the direction Feng Ran had left, and suddenly her eyes lit up. Her emotions, which had been dormant all night, began to leap with joy. She quickly changed Feng Ran's quilt to a larger double quilt and neatly arranged the two pillows.

Then he ran out and instructed Xiong Qi to pack a few pieces of the young master's usual clothes and bring them over, and also to prepare hot water.

Who is Xiong Qi? Upon hearing this, a silly grin appeared on his face.

Because of his nosebleed, Duan Jingchuan had to rest earlier than Feng Ran. As soon as he got back, he took a bath, and his wet hair had long since dried.

At that moment, he was seriously studying the fire-avoidance diagram in his hand when Feng Ran barged in.

Duan Jingchuan hurriedly pressed the fire-avoidance diagram under a thick sheet of Xuan paper, pressing his heart, which was pounding in his chest, and asked, "Madam, is something the matter?"

Feng Ran didn't notice Duan Jingchuan's unusual behavior. She rushed to Duan Jingchuan, sniffed his neck, and only breathed a sigh of relief after smelling the familiar immortal scent. She grabbed Duan Jingchuan's hands and said, "Husband, let's go have a baby!"

After saying that, he ignored Duan Jingchuan, who was lost in thought, grabbed a cloak and draped it over him, then dragged him toward the bamboo house.

It wasn't until Duan Jingchuan was pushed onto the bed and felt the warm, fragrant scent of the room that he came to his senses. What had the lady just said? Go back to the room... to have a baby?!

Whether it was because Feng Ran moved too quickly or Duan Jingchuan was stunned for too long, by the time Duan Jingchuan found his voice, Feng Ran was already sitting in his lap, hugging his neck and breathing softly, "Husband, let's have a baby."

No matter what doubts he has in his heart, even if the King of Heaven himself came, if he could endure it at this critical moment, he wouldn't be a man.

The room was filled with a swirling mist, and only a pair of overlapping figures could be seen.

Does dodder have a spirit? This was Duan Jingchuan's last thought while he was still conscious.

It's unclear whose dream it was, but a fierce wind was blowing. The delicate dodder, unable to withstand the cold wind, clung tightly to the tree trunk. No matter how violently the branches shook, it wouldn't let go, wrapping itself tighter and tighter, as if it wanted to stick its entire root system on top of it.

The dodder swayed with the big tree all night long.

Neither the dodder nor the big tree knew that the old Marquis Duan's courtyard was brightly lit for most of the night. Only after confirming that everyone in Jinghua Courtyard was truly resting and that nothing had happened did they finally feel at ease enough to go to sleep.

The doctor who was invited was even more baffled. He thought to himself, "As expected, wealthy and powerful families have all sorts of quirks. They won't let anyone sleep for the first half of the night. But considering how much money they're paying, he's willing to stay up all night."

The next morning, Duan Jingchuan woke up on time thanks to his well-established biological clock. A faint fragrance wafted from his nostrils, making him feel dizzy.

The jade-like texture in his hand stirred something within him.

Duan Jingchuan made a slight movement, and Feng Ran clung to him tightly again, humming softly in her nose.

"Madam, are you awake?" Duan Jingchuan reached out and tucked the stray hairs from Feng Ran's forehead behind her head.

Feng Ran's voice was a little hoarse as she mumbled, "I haven't slept enough, don't make a sound."

Duan Jingchuan's lips curled up slightly, and he patted Feng Ran's back reassuringly as usual. The feeling of touching her made him pause, and his hand remained pressed against her warm, jade-like skin, unwilling to move away.

But then Feng Ran raised her arm, and Duan Jingchuan's hand unexpectedly grasped a soft, yielding one.

The person in his arms had a slightly flushed face, and her long black hair was intertwined with his, showing a hint of entanglement. Her slender, fair arms were so alluring that they made one's eyes burn with desire. This bright red brocade quilt must have been changed by Xiu'er. It wasn't this bed yesterday. Her snow-white skin and rosy complexion were indeed very eye-catching.

The strange sensation on her chest completely dispelled Feng Ran's drowsiness. She raised her eyelids and asked Duan Jingchuan in a serious and earnest manner, "Husband, I recently learned a new term, 'reciprocity.' Do you think my understanding of it is correct?"

That charming voice only fueled Duan Jingchuan's inner rage, making him unable to hear what Feng Ran was saying.

But he soon understood what Feng Ran meant by reciprocity.

His unruly little brother was already burning hot early in the morning, and after being held by those soft hands, it became even more proud and arrogant. Faced with Feng Ran's provocative expression, the veins on Duan Jingchuan's forehead throbbed.

That morning, Duan Jingchuan and Feng Ran successfully overslept, which was also the first time in the past six months that Duan Jingchuan had not gone to the martial arts training ground.

Old Master Duan, who had originally planned to gather information at the martial arts training ground that morning, couldn't help but ponder: "Could he be useless? Why can't he get up the next day?"

This suspicion was reinforced when they saw the lively and energetic Feng Ran.

In any case, the young master and his wife finally consummated their marriage, which was a joyous occasion for the Marquis of Dingbei's household.

The next morning, Feng Ran and Duan Jingchuan received the same treatment, being given special meals by Xiu'er with a warm smile.

In front of Feng Ran was a bowl of angelica, ginger and mutton soup. This soup was made with much more care than the one Duan Jingchuan had drunk last night. There was not a trace of oil on it. The whole soup was orange-yellow and crystal clear. There was no smell of the spiciness of ginger or the gamey smell of mutton. Feng Ran's appetite was whetted as soon as she saw it.

In front of Duan Jingchuan was a bowl of sea cucumber and mutton soup, which looked much better than last night.

Feng Ran had a large bowl of soup in front of her, and she didn't covet Duan Jingchuan's. She gulped it down and finished it off, and then commented, "It's so delicious. I want to drink it again tomorrow."

A note from the author:

Feng Ran: My husband must have a poor sense of taste.

Duan Jingchuan: So easy to fool.