Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Those who seize the opportunity will become more and more greedy...

"The socks are in the shoes, hurry up."

Sheng Puzhu sat on the edge of the bed, hugging the brocade quilt. Her clothes were loose, revealing a part of her red neck.

The morning light was so bright that even the tiny hairs on the tips of her ears were clearly visible. However, her earlobes had been bitten hard last night, and now they were translucent pink, like two trembling cherries that would ooze juice if you just sucked them.

Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes upon hearing this, his gaze darting to the tip of her crimson ear. He reached out and stroked it, asking knowingly, "Why is it so hot?"

Sheng Puzhu pursed her lips and said nothing, but her cheeks became even more rosy.

The morning light flooded the room, its soft brightness falling on her unmade-up face, which was like the morning glow reflecting on snow, evoking an unreasonable possessive desire in the man before her.

Xie Zhiyan was very patient. He half-knelt on the footstool, hooked his fingertips on the snow-white silk stockings, picked up the jade feet, and gently placed them on his knees.

"hiss……"

The moment her ankle was grabbed, Sheng Puzhu's toes curled up and tensed up, and tears suddenly rose to her eyes.

The lingering aftertaste of last night's whispers and his deep taste suddenly emerged from my body, especially the teeth marks on the side of my ankle, which felt like the heat of his lips and tongue, still lingering on that thin, white skin.

"Don't touch there." Sheng Puzhu finally couldn't help but speak out, his voice still sweet and soft in the morning.

"Too delicate."

Xie Zhiyan held up the jade foot that was not even as big as his palm, bent down and blew on the teeth marks. The already fragile and pitiful snow-white skin became more fragile after he touched it. His rough thumb rested on the teeth marks and pressed lightly.

Although it wasn't heavy, it seemed to press her down as if she was about to fall apart.

I dared not move at all, the laxity accumulated in my bones made me feel shaky.

Her body trembled slightly, unable to withstand his seemingly unintentional teasing, Sheng Puzhu shrank back on the couch with her hands.

"Next time, I'll be more careful."

Xie Zhiyan moved closer to her, with a warm and elegant appearance, gentle and cold, but he spoke the most uninhibited words.

"There's a next time?"

Sheng Puzhu's voice couldn't help but become a little higher. Her watery eyes were blank for a moment, and then she suddenly became annoyed. She couldn't control her temper at all, and kicked Xie Zhiyan on the shoulder with one foot.

This time, both of them were stunned.

Sheng Puzhu felt guilty and knew that he had gone too far, so he didn't dare to look at him.

Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes and looked directly at his silent wife, with a half-smile: "Last night, Madam, you also 'bite' hard, and you were reluctant to let go even a little bit."

"Why are you so angry now?"

"Madam, you can't be so heartless and just discard it after using it."

"I didn't." Sheng Puzhu retorted.

Xie Zhiyan looked at her red almond eyes with a deep look, and his palm slid up along her slender calves, inch by inch, and then stopped.

"Madam, last night, it was clear..." He paused, hinting at something. Beneath his bright and beautiful eyebrows were his ruthless lips, and even the subtle curve seemed to contain thousands of kinds of elegance.

"I love you so much, so deeply..." These four words seem to be filled with burning feelings, firm and gentle.

ah!

What is he saying.

These are the fierce words that a gentle and kind man like jade can say!

When Sheng Puzhu heard this, his head buzzed. His already hot cheeks felt like they were burned by fire, and his ankles, which were tightly gripped by him, seemed to be burned to death.

The man's gaze fell on her, heavy, as if it had substance. Even through her clothes, it was hard to ignore the intensity. It only reminded her of her loss of composure last night. Forced by him, she couldn't even speak complete sentences and could only sob.

In the end, he was simply terrible, giving her little by little, just like the night had no end, and she would never get it.

Sheng Puzhu was called "Pearl" by him all night long, until she was on the verge of collapse. She completely lost her reserve and begged him in a soft voice.

Xie Zhiyan was compassionate, but also cruel. He was always "generous" to her.

Since it’s been given away, it naturally cannot be wasted, even if you are so full that you can’t eat any more.

The more I try to avoid what happened last night, the more clearly I remember it.

"You are simply..."

Sheng Puzhu raised her head, staring at him with her wet eyes, her voice still a little hoarse.

"What is it?" Xie Zhiyan chuckled, answering his own question. "Is it an insatiable bastard?"

A smile appeared in his eyes, and his tone was slow and gentle, even very pleasant: "Madam, don't you like it very much?"

Sheng Puju didn't want to admit it, and even felt that Xie Zhiyan was forcing her to agree with that.

Although she could not accept his ferocity at the beginning, she could not deny that she was satisfied. At a certain moment, when her emotions were out of control to the extreme, pleasure and sweat were intertwined, even her soul was moaning and trembling, wanting more.

But she couldn't describe this feeling, and it was even harder for her to speak of it.

Whenever I think of it, my knees unconsciously tighten together, as if my body is longing for it, and my clear and pure almond eyes are filled with water.

Xie Zhiyan lifted her chin with his fingertips, pressed his thumb hard on her rosy and plump lips, and laughed silently.

"I mean the bite is tight here."

"Madam, where are you thinking about?"

"Could it be that Madam is thinking of..." Xie Zhiyan stared at her for a moment, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Sheng Puzhu's heart was pounding, and she hurriedly moved her body to cover the man's mouth. Even if she was wrong, she couldn't let him say it so bluntly.

His breath was hot, and the slippery tip of his tongue brushed the soft flesh of her palm. Xie Zhiyan stretched out his dark eyes, which were unclear from his thoughts. They were calm and deep, as if he wanted to turn her into a pearl and hold it in his sharp fangs.

"I'm not imagining things, please don't misunderstand me."

"My dear, your behavior last night was truly outrageous. You indulged yourself excessively and had no sense of self-control."

Xie Zhiyan gave a low, hoarse laugh, then suddenly raised his hand to clasp her wrist and pull her into his arms: "Okay, I'll listen to you, Madam."

He acted relaxed and decisive, but his expression showed no sign of changing.

The footrest was not a very good place, not to mention holding her.

He could only bend one of his long legs and sit with difficulty. It was obviously not a proper posture, but he was really tall, with broad shoulders and his hands resting casually on the edge of the couch.

Everything seems careless, leisurely and lazy.

This was a look she had never seen before. It was not just a look of joy, but more like a look of contentment.

Sheng Puzhu did not struggle anymore. Instead, she paused and noticed that the place where Xie Zhiyan's left shoulder was kicked by her was stained with a light red, a bit like blood.

When was he injured?

Fragmentary memories came to her mind. Last night, when she was drunk, he coaxed her from the bed to the window. Finally, when she couldn't bear it anymore, she seemed to bite him.

Dawn was almost over, fireworks and prayer lanterns were intertwined, she bit his shoulders with all her strength and climbed to the top, and she got the grand and brilliant birthday gift she had never had before.

So when he said "bite hard," did he mean just the shoulders?

Xie Zhiyan noticed her gaze and put his lips closer, almost pressing against her ear: "What are you looking at, Madam?"

Although he knew the answer, Sheng Puzhu asked anyway. His lower back felt weak because of his teasing, but she was afraid of hurting the wound on his shoulder, so she could only sit still in his arms.

She turned her face away, pretending not to understand, and didn't intend to pay any attention to him.

After all, she felt guilty and thought that she had misunderstood him. The injury on her shoulder was severe. After getting dressed, Sheng Puzhu went to the inner room to get the medicine and applied it to Xie Zhiyan personally.

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes occasionally met, intertwined, and then retreated.

The person who gets the opportunity will naturally become more aggressive, and the guilty young lady can only be forced to retreat again and again.

*

"It's not hot today, dear child, why is your face so red?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

In Shouchunju, the mansion of Marquis Mingde, the old lady saw that Sheng Puzhu's face was still hot, and couldn't help but ask.

"Grandma, maybe we walked too fast on the way. I just need to rest for a while."

The old lady nodded and ordered the tea to be replaced with a milder almond drink. "Would you like to stay tonight? We can play mahjong together after dinner."

"Yes." Sheng Puzhu nodded. "My husband said he would stay with me at home for one night. Mingya and the others just asked me to go to Daxingshan Temple to pray for blessings tomorrow."

The old lady was satisfied after hearing this. She also saw that Sheng Puzhu had red lips and white teeth, and even though she tried hard to cover up her neck, there were still some scattered red marks. It was obvious that the couple was in love and it didn't seem like they were pretending.

"Tomorrow is the third day of the Lunar New Year, and it's a busy time. When you go out, take a few more maids with you. Be careful not to cause any trouble."

After saying what she needed to say, the old lady took out the three red envelopes she had prepared on New Year's Eve: "Two for the New Year and one for your birthday, and one for Sanlang. You are not allowed to hide them secretly."

Sheng Puzhu was teased by her elders, and smiled: "Yes, how could my granddaughter covet my husband's New Year's money?"

"Just now when I had lunch with my mother, she told me the same thing, which made Puyao laugh non-stop."

The old lady laughed after hearing this, hugged Sheng Puzhu in her arms, and said affectionately: "Be careful and alert when you go out tomorrow."

When Sheng Puzhu heard this, he immediately perked up: "You have something to tell me."

The old lady said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Tomorrow, the young man from the Fu family of the Duke of Anguo's Mansion will also go to the Daxingshan Temple to burn incense. Although Mingya is a steady person, she is still young. I am afraid of scaring her."

Sheng Puzhu understood.

In addition to burning incense and praying tomorrow, there will definitely be a visit.

It is the sixteenth day of Sheng Mingya's new year. Although Mingshu's marriage is not urgent, it cannot delay Mingya's selection of a husband.

However, after what happened with Mingshu, Mingya will not put her marriage on the table for the time being. It would be best if it were a coincidence that both parties are aware of.

"How long will my husband stay in the Fu family tomorrow?" Sheng Puzhu frowned slightly.

"Fu Yunzheng." The old lady lowered her voice and said a name.

Sheng Puzhu was slightly stunned: "Could it be a little bigger?"

"Yes, I am older. I am already twenty-five in the New Year."

The old lady frowned, not looking very satisfied. "We know the Anguo Mansion well. I originally thought that either the second or third son of the Fu family would be fine. They are around 20 years old, so there is no rush for marriage in the next few years."

"Is it because the Fu family is unwilling?" Sheng Puzhu was puzzled.

The old lady shook her head. "It's not that the Fu family is unwilling, but I don't know who this kid Fu Yunzheng inherited his shamelessness from. On the night of the 29th of the lunar year, he came to see me alone, without saying a word, and knelt down with a thud."

When Sheng Puzhu heard this, he was stunned and found it unbelievable.

The old lady was still frightened when she thought about it. She patted her chest and said absurdly, "I thought something big had happened, but it turns out he wants to marry Mingya."

"He said he should have come when Mingya came of age, but he was afraid it would be abrupt, so he waited until Mingya was sixteen."

Sheng Puzhu was stunned: "The Fu family's prince is too eloquent. Mingya was fifteen and came of age, and he was still at the border."

"Why don't you just ask someone to kick him out?"

The old lady turned away, snorted, and said speechlessly, "Four maids couldn't drag him away. I feel embarrassed, but it's not easy to ask your brother to come."

"He's just an ox-like man."

"this……"

"Mingya's personality can't handle someone like him," Sheng Puzhu said, almost laughing out of anger.

"Of course I couldn't bear to let him go, so I asked him to go to Daxingshan to see her tomorrow. That night, I also made it clear upfront that I would only give him one chance. If Mingya doesn't like it, then we can just pretend it never happened."

The old lady held the teacup in her hand, not drinking it for a long while, and then put it back on the table. "Don't be upset, Fu Yunzheng said it himself. If Mingya doesn't agree, he will pack up and leave for Yumen Pass. As long as Mingya doesn't get married, he won't return to Chang'an."

"Oh, what a big tone." Sheng Puzhu sneered.

"That's right."

"I'm giving him this chance just because he's brave enough to take responsibility."

The old lady was also angry at first, but when she remembered that Fu Yunzheng was at least open and honest, she suddenly burst into laughter: "Do you remember when you came of age, didn't the Anguo Mansion ask Princess Xuan to act as a matchmaker?"

Sheng Puzhu had a vague impression: "The time when the old princess had a stomachache?"

"That's right."

"Before Fu Yunzheng left, he said that the old Princess Xuan loved Nv'erhong, so he asked someone to send a jar of aged Nv'erhong to the Prince Xuan's mansion."

"Princess Xuan got drunk and didn't come the next day. She said she had an upset stomach."

Sheng Puzhu couldn't help but curl her lips and chuckled softly, "What a joke! He's so bold that he even dared to plot against the old Princess Xuan."

"That's right." The old lady said with a smile, "Although your Sanlang is also a military commander, compared to him, he is truly a modest gentleman, graceful and elegant."

Sheng Puzhu felt guilty about the compliment and was about to explain when she heard a solemn voice ask, "Madam, what are you laughing at?"

Xie Zhiyan was called to the study by the old master for questioning an hour ago, and he came to pay his respects now that he had time.

Sheng Puzhu looked a little uncomfortable. He had tea and snacks served to him and was about to change the subject.

The old lady was in a good mood and had no scruples: "We are talking about Puzhu's coming of age."

"When Princess Xuan Lao didn't attend Puzhu's coming-of-age banquet, I'm afraid she was drunk."

Xie Zhiyan's eyes fell, with some hidden aggression: "Isn't it because of an upset stomach?"

"Huh?" Sheng Puzhu blinked in confusion. How did he know? Wasn't he at Yumen Pass at that time?

Xie Zhiyan rested his hands on the back of the chair, his eyes filled with strange emotions: "I guessed."

After so many years, no one would believe that it was just a blind guess.

Sheng Puzhu's heart skipped a beat and he stared at him blankly, wanting to get some clarification.

Xie Zhiyan didn't drink the tea, but picked up the cup of almond drink that she had drunk before, tilted his head slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Just now, when I passed by the Treasure Pavilion, I saw that the branches of the pomegranate tree in the yard seemed to be full of fruit."

"Madam, would you like to go and have a look?"

"Really?" Sheng Puzhu stood up in surprise.

The fruitless pomegranate tree in the Treasure Pavilion is Sheng Puju's treasure, so naturally she has no time to think about anything else.

She acted coquettishly towards the old lady, holding her arm affectionately and saying, "Grandma, I'll be right back. I'll play mahjong with you tonight."

"Go ahead, walk slowly, don't run so fast."

After the couple walked away, the old lady's eyes darkened slightly. She instructed the nanny beside her, "Send someone to ask the old Princess Xuan. In the year that Puzhu came of age, besides the jar of red wine that the young man from the Fu family gave her, did anyone else send her anything?"