Chapter 7 Chapter 7 "Madam, are you having fun?" ...

The drum beats are as sudden as the roar of heavy rain, and the sound of golden bells is like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The young man touched the ground with his toes, and his rouge-red narrow-sleeved Hu clothing opened like a flower to the sound of the sandalwood board, revealing his slender waist.

Sheng Puzhu leaned lazily on the couch, his beautiful white fingertips unconsciously stroking the bamboo handle of the round fan.

Princess Duanyang, who was sitting on the other side through a layer of gauze, looked much more casual. Several handsome men in gorgeous clothes were waiting beside her. Some were holding fruits and snacks, while others were kneeling carefully in front of the long table, burning incense and making tea.

The drumbeats became increasingly urgent, and the young Hu boy's clothes fluttered, with a few strands of hair sticking to his sweaty cheeks. He had a high nose and deep eyes, with a pair of glass-blue pupils, and his tall and slender figure revealed an unruly wildness.

The room was filled with lights that made it as bright as day. Under the thin Hu clothing that was already as thin as gauze, the boy's strong chest muscles could be vaguely seen. Sweat soaked through the clothes, and even every inch of his bones under his honey-colored skin could be clearly seen.

“Knock, knock…”

The sandalwood board was clapped twice quickly, and the young man turned around and suddenly bent over, his long dark blue hair spread out, and he knelt softly on the Persian carpet in front of the couch surrounded by Sheng Puzhu, squinting his cat-like eyes with a deliberate flattery.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"My dear Bodhizhu, Chi Nu likes you." Princess Duanyang laughed out loud, and with a teasing look she turned to the young Hu man. She lifted the curtain with one hand, and the excitement in her eyes could hardly be concealed.

Sheng Puzhu waved the round fan in her hand seemingly nonchalantly, her almond-shaped eyes sweeping over the silver bells adorning the young man's waist. She smiled faintly, "If such a handsome young man were employed by Linlang Pavilion, he would surely attract business. I'm afraid Your Majesty would be reluctant to part with him."

Princess Duanyang blinked in a frivolous manner and said, "You are really a wasteful child if you only keep it in Linlang Pavilion."

She suddenly changed the subject and said pointedly, "You are always a fool. No matter how handsome a man is, he is just a piece of gold and jade in your eyes. How many men in Chang'an City can catch your eye? It's a good thing that my sister has arranged a good marriage for you."

“Tsk tsk tsk…”

"But now that my good nephew has returned home, and the newlyweds have been separated for two years, I believe they will have plenty of energy to do at night..."

Before she could finish her words, Sheng Puzhu covered her mouth.

"Princess, please be magnanimous and spare me."

"My husband."

Sheng Puzhu's voice softened slightly. "You know how he is a man of self-control and decency."

Although she said this, she didn't know what she was thinking about, but her cheeks gradually turned red like rouge. She threw away the fan, picked up the glass cup from the table, tilted her head back and took a big sip of wine. The translucent wine touched her lips, shining with an alluring color.

Princess Duanyang smiled indifferently, her eyes fixed on the little face that was clearly moisturized and more beautiful than a flower. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she teased, "What about self-discipline and rites? What about being an upright gentleman? Zhiyan is a military commander."

So what if he is a military general.

Despite his tall stature, he moves with the swiftness and decisiveness of a knife, and his strength is unrestrained. No matter how beautiful and enviable a figure is, once he presses you down on the couch, you can't move at all and can only be forced to endure those times of incompatibility.

When Sheng Puzhu thought about this, he pursed his lips in annoyance, but his body trembled honestly, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

Although she couldn't say she liked it, she couldn't say she resisted it either. However, the feeling of fullness that came from the depths of her soul seemed to be engraved on every inch of her skin as soon as she remembered it.

I would think of him with such a gentle and dignified face, which was obviously more elegant and cold-blooded than the civil officials. But when he did that thing, it was like a general inspecting the territory, and he could only conquer the people with an unstoppable force.

"Cough." Sheng Puju coughed lightly. Feeling strange, she bit the tip of her tongue lightly. The purple-red wine slid down her throat. When she met Princess Duanyang's meaningful eyes, she inexplicably felt that the air in the flower hall had become hot.

She picked up the round fan again and fanned her cheeks. Using the fan to cover her eyes, she opened her round almond-shaped eyes and said innocently, "I think the charcoal fire in the room is a little hot. Your Majesty, why don't you ask someone to remove it?"

Princess Duanyang snorted and tilted her head to glance at her: "It's a pity that our Puzhu gave birth to such a beautiful little girl, but she is not a caring person."

"You are dressed warmly for winter, but don't forget that my servant is only wearing thin Hu clothing. I can't bear to let such a handsome young man get frozen."

"Someone, bring some ice to the Crown Prince's wife."

After drinking, Sheng Puzhu naturally became more outgoing. She lost her usual formal demeanor and lay softly in Princess Duanyang's arms. She said seriously, "Then your Majesty, please don't give Chi Nu to me. I'm not known for being kind to others. If Linlang Pavilion welcomes a new member, the young men and women in the pavilion will accuse me of favoritism."

Princess Duanyang burst out laughing: "Forget it, forget it, I won't tease you."

"If I really give Zhinu to you, that would be disastrous. Not to mention my good sister Shoukang would tear my head off, even with Zhiyan's cold and vindictive personality, my old bones wouldn't be able to handle it."

Sheng Puzhu lowered her eyes and added ice to the glass cup. Condensed water droplets rolled down the wall of the cup and moistened her hot palms.

The coolness finally made her dizzy little head a little clearer.

She nodded as if whispering, agreeing, "I can't handle it either."

"Tsk, he's really drunk."

Princess Duanyang raised her chin and gestured to the people around her, "Go clean up the room where the Crown Prince's wife usually lives, prepare the hangover soup, and then send someone to the front hall to call Madam Du to serve her personally."

"Yes." Some people respectfully withdrew, and others immediately filled the vacant seat next to the eldest princess.

Zhinu knelt quietly on the ground, the silver bell on his waist rang softly with his breathing, and his long hair hung down to his ankles, like a lovable animal cub that had been tamed since childhood.

Princess Duanyang leaned over, twirled a strand of hair from the side of Zhinu's cheek, and raised her eyes slightly: "You should give up now, right?"

"Yes." Zhinu almost pressed his body against the carpet, showing weakness in a humble and respectful manner.

She waved her hand, ready to ask everyone in the hall to leave, but suddenly her brows furrowed, and she asked with some dissatisfaction, "Why hasn't the person who went to call Madam Du come back yet?"

"My lady, this is bad."

Just at this moment, a nanny with a very nervous expression came trotting in from outside.

Her legs were shaking as she struggled to stand steady. "The prince of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion has arrived and is waiting outside the Princess's mansion. Nanny Du and the prince's wife's two personal maids have already been called away by the prince's men."

Princess Duanyang thought to herself, "Oh no!" Even the slight drunken daze she had felt had almost completely sobered her up. She was so frightened that she stood up and ordered repeatedly, "Give the Crown Prince's wife some sobering soup first."

"What about the incense? Add some mint and wormwood leaves to it to remove the smell of alcohol from the lady."

Sheng Puzhu drank a bowl of hangover soup in a daze. She shook her heavy head and asked, "What's wrong, Madam?"

"Disbanding so early?"

She squinted her eyes to check the clock and frowned, still a little confused. "It seems it's not even curfew yet. If the carriage goes faster, I should be able to get back home in time."

Princess Duanyang was almost praying to the Buddha with all her heart. She forced a smile, personally took the snow-white fox cloak and wrapped it around Sheng Puzhu, then decisively pushed her out. "Good girl, go home quickly. Your killer god is here, and I really can't handle it."

"If you sober up, don't blame me for not saving you. I can't save myself either."

Sheng Puzhu blinked blankly. She felt a little dizzy and time seemed to stretch out very slowly. She allowed the maids around her to escort her out.

She was almost outside the flower hall when she suddenly stopped and turned back, asking in confusion, "Madam, why didn't you see me off today?"

Princess Duanyang cursed her ancestors in her heart and saw Zhinu looking up at her with a pitiful look.

She didn't know where she got the courage from, but she thought that since things had come to this point, she might as well make a big move. She simply waved her hand at Zhinu and said, "Go and see the Crown Prince's wife off for me."

"yes."

The dusk gradually deepened, as if it was going to crush the white snow scene into pieces.

In front of Princess Duanyang's mansion, palace lanterns swayed in the wind, casting flickering shadows on the beast heads in front of the gate.

Sheng Puzhu's consciousness was still somewhat confused. She held the maid's hand and asked, "Why aren't Madam Du and Li Shuang here?"

"Madam, the nanny just came to report that she and Miss Li Shuang are waiting for you outside the Princess's residence."

"Oh, I see."

Sheng Puzhu rubbed her burning cheeks. When she reached the carriage, she said to the maid in a cheerful voice, "Today's Huxuan dance is more interesting than the previous ones. Go back and tell the Princess that if she wants to meet me next time, it'd be better if she can meet me earlier."

"Yes, I will report this to the Princess right away."

When Madam Du and the others heard the conversation between Sheng Puju and the princess' maid, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale and blue.

They wanted to stop their master from talking nonsense, but they were suppressed by the cold and stern aura, and even taking a step forward was difficult.

Sheng Puzhu was completely unaware of this. Looking at the shaft of the cart so close to him, he staggered as he was about to step on it.

She took just one step when she tripped over the hem of her skirt, staggered, and was about to fall into the snow.

"Be careful." Nanny Du only had time to exclaim.

The black curtain was lifted silently.

The man leaned forward, his bony hands were sharper than ever before, and his broad palms firmly supported her waist as she fell backward.

Sheng Puzhu raised her head with drunken eyes, and met the man's pair of dark, calm and cold eyes.

"My dear...my dear?" She was so frightened that her face turned pale, as if she had seen a ghost.

Then Xie Zhiyan's cold voice was heard: "Madam, are you having fun?"

Half of his face was hidden in the shadows of the night, and only the dim candlelight made his profile look even colder and sharper.

Sheng Puzhu opened her mouth, but before she could react, she saw Xie Zhiyan's eyes suddenly darken and he pressed down behind her.

She instinctively followed his gaze and looked back.

What did she see?

ah!

…

At this moment, Sheng Puzhu thought about all the dirty words she had heard in her life.

In the end, there was only a long sigh.

I’m dying!!! Why did Chi Nu follow me?

She was wearing such revealing clothes! Even if she had a hundred mouths, she couldn't explain it.

"My dear, please listen to my explanation." Sheng Puzhu was frozen all over and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

An inexplicable feeling of fear rose in her heart, and she instinctively stepped back, but her lower back was easily restrained by a hand, and she could not move at all.

She might die tragically outside Princess Duanyang's mansion tonight.

Sheng Puzhu actually wanted to die in a more decent way, even if it was on Yun Yutang's bed, it would be better than such a Shura scene.

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