Chapter 75 Chapter 75 "Madam always says one thing and means another."...

"Go, go, go...where to?"

At that moment, Sheng Puzhu's body was as tense as a string. She stood up nervously and pulled the corners of her lips stiffly.

Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes when he heard the voice.

He walked quickly, his tall and straight figure floating in the morning light as he walked over the doorstep and into the house.

"Go to Aunt Duanyang's house."

"Madam, aren't you planning to stay for a while?"

Sheng Puzhu dug her fingertips into her palms, and was stared at by his dark eyes. Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it would jump out of her throat. She didn't know what she was afraid of. A chill unique to early spring rushed up from the floor tiles, making her back cold and her whole body cold.

"If my dear husband finds it inconvenient, I..." She paused, lowered her voice, and sat back in the armchair, "I don't have to go."

A wind blew in the corridor, causing the beaded curtain to sway slightly. Xie Zhiyan was completely unaware and strode towards her.

In his eyes, his wife was wearing a soft, light apricot-colored cloak with a furry collar around her neck. Her hair was disheveled and her lips were red and her teeth were white. She looked delicate and submissive, but her back was straight. When she met his gaze, her eyes were clear and timid, revealing a hint of grievance.

There's nothing to feel wronged about.

He didn't say a single harsh word.

She simply knew that he didn't want her to have too much contact with Duan Yang. She seemed cautious in her words, but in fact, she was probably annoyed in her heart for a long time, and didn't want him to notice anything unusual.

I don’t know who spoiled this little temper.

"I haven't seen you for a few days."

"Madam, it seems like you don't recognize me."

Xie Zhiyan's jaw was set, and the expression in his eyes was ambiguous. His brow bones were slightly high, and his eyes were as sharp as ice, more like a silent scrutiny.

Sheng Puzhu was looked at by him with such an expressionless face, and knew that she could not be as calm as him, so she could only lower her eyes and did not respond.

She was going to leave the house or stay at Princess Duanyang's residence. How could he not be angry when he knew it? He just concealed it well. Even if he was dissatisfied, he would not show it in front of the elders and lose her dignity.

snort.

This man was pretending to be more and more considerate, and even she almost believed him.

Holding her breath, Sheng Puju didn't want to pay any attention to him, but Princess Shoukang was sitting next to her, so she didn't want to do anything too much.

When Xie Zhiyan came to her, she slowly stood up, slightly bent her knees, and whispered, "My dear, how are you?"

"Madam, there's no need to be so polite."

Xie Zhiyan looked at her for a long time, then walked closer to her until his clothes almost touched her soft knees. He could even smell a faint sweet fragrance from her body.

Sheng Puzhu had no way to avoid him. She knew that he was deliberately staying so close to her, but she had no choice but to pretend to be shy and gently bite her lips with her pearly teeth.

Xie Zhiyan glanced at her and saw that her rosy and plump lips were bitten and squeezed by her teeth, and in an instant they turned into an extremely attractive shape, like a ripe cherry. This was a little movement she would make when she was angry, and she probably didn't even know it herself.

Sure enough, I was still annoyed.

Xie Zhiyan frowned. Even if he wanted to coax her, it wasn't the right time. He tried to appear indifferent, his tone cold: "Let's go then."

He changed the subject so quickly that Sheng Puzhu seemed unable to react. Her round almond-shaped eyes opened wide and she blinked innocently, "Hmm?"

"Go to Aunt Duanyang's residence."

"Madam, if you don't want to go, then why are you hesitating?" Xie Zhiyan laughed and asked pointedly, "Or do you think I won't agree?"

He stood condescendingly, his eyes slashing down from top to bottom, as if he wanted to cover her completely. Sheng Puzhu had to raise her head, and the back of her neck stretched into a crescent arc, just so that her eyes could meet his.

It’s a pity that his eyes were so deep and dark that they seemed to have substance, and even his furrowed brows couldn’t hide his handsomeness.

But after a moment, Sheng Puzhu seemed to be unable to catch the weight, so he had to turn his face away and retract his knees.

"Please step back, my dear. It's not convenient for me to get up."

Xie Zhiyan heard it, but he didn't move, which made him look even more aggressive.

His eyes, which she could not look directly at, slid down inch by inch, slowly from the trembling eyelashes to the plump red lips, and finally fixed on Sheng Puzhu's pair of jade hands, which were holding the handkerchief tightly because of nervousness.

Until Princess Shoukang put down the teacup in her hand, bent her knuckles and knocked on the table, as if warning: "Sanlang."

Xie Zhiyan frowned, his expression so calm that he could hardly see any anger. He silently took half a step back to create some distance.

Sheng Puzhu looked at Princess Shoukang with gratitude, supported herself on the armrests of the chair with both hands, and was about to stand up when she suddenly felt something warm on her knees.

She never expected that the man who had already stepped back would suddenly take another step forward.

The man's gentle and refined appearance faded, just like a beast gathering strength before hunting. She didn't even have time to stand up straight before she saw the black robe in front of her flash, and his unique aura pressed down on her like an overwhelming force.

Sheng Puzhu cried out in surprise, and the calmness in the depths of his eyes shattered into panic.

Her lower back was tightened, and Xie Zhiyan used his arms to lift her up half an inch and turned her half a circle on the spot.

"You..." Sheng Puzhu glared at him, but didn't finish his accusation.

Xie Zhiyan interrupted her confidently: "Didn't I give in?"

"My lady suddenly threw herself into my arms. If I hadn't supported her, she would have fallen and hurt herself."

It was simply unreasonable. Sheng Puzhu was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to bite him to death.

Seeing her so angry that even her fair neck was flushed red, Xie Zhiyan's unhappiness was immediately soothed. He nuzzled her brow and whispered in her ear, "I know Madam can't bear to part with me."

Can't bear to leave?

Who can’t bear to part with it!

Sheng Puzhu wished that he would go to Yumen Pass and fight for two years right away. When did this man become so shameless? He was an expert at turning the tables.

"Mother is still here, please let go."

"That's not good."

Sheng Puzhu scolded him in a low voice.

"It's okay. We have a good relationship as husband and wife, and mother will only be happy." Xie Zhiyan raised his thin lips slightly, becoming more and more presumptuous.

The two people's breaths intertwined, and Sheng Puzhu was forced to tiptoe and struggle slightly. Her embroidered shoes stepped on the surface of his boots, and the word "let go" pressed between her lips and teeth was instantly burned into drifting water vapor by his hot breath.

Fortunately, Xie Zhiyan didn't intend to really make things difficult for her. He just supported her steadily before slowly letting go.

Sheng Puzhu hurriedly stepped back, her cheeks flushed, and hurriedly saluted Princess Shoukang, then walked out of the flower hall quickly.

"You scared Puzhu." Princess Shoukang waited until Sheng Puzhu walked away before she spoke in a gentle voice.

"What scared her?"

Xie Zhiyan stared at the figure that was so far away that it was almost invisible, and asked in silence for a long time.

"Of course not."

"It's not that you just need to be gentle. You know she's always a lady who sticks to the rules in front of her elders, but you have to be so intimate with her."

"And you..." Princess Shoukang paused and added, "As a husband, you should be more broad-minded. She and Duanyang get along well. The husbands kept in Duanyang's mansion usually just drink and dance."

"A girl watching a dancer dance is just a way to relieve her boredom. It's not something too extreme."

"Given your personality, I don't think you need to take such a small matter to heart."

Xie Zhiyan pursed his lips and was unwilling to express his opinion on the matter. The flower hall was quiet and neither the mother nor the son spoke, until Princess Shoukang seemed to be fed up with him and was about to wave him away to get out quickly so as not to make Sheng Puzhu wait anxiously.

"Mother, your son will definitely tell your father every word of what you said."

"If you like, why don't I borrow a few young men from Aunt Duanyang's house today to entertain you."

He emphasized the word "relieve boredom" in a light and airy tone, with a dragging ending that clearly showed ill intentions.

Shou Kang was stunned and looked at him with narrowed eyes: "Are you angry?"

"My son is not angry."

Princess Shoukang suddenly laughed, hummed softly, and said in a good mood, "Please leave. I see that you are not sincere and do not mean what you say. You are just like your father."

"Don't make someone cry, or you won't be able to comfort them later."

"You should seriously reflect on this. Regardless of whether your wife is unhappy or not, at the very least, you have a bigger problem."

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry, ma'am?"

Nanny Du followed behind Sheng Puzhu, panting and asking nervously.

"If you don't walk faster, you'll be caught up."

"Let's go first, no need to wait for him." Sheng Puzhu trotted with her skirt lifted up, she felt that the yard was too big and the corridor seemed to have no end.

She didn't want Xie Zhiyan to take her to Princess Duanyang's mansion. She just wanted to hurry along the way, and hoped that Princess Shoukang would keep him to talk for a few more words. But she didn't expect that when she walked to the front of the carriage panting, she saw a broad-shouldered and long-legged man with a handsome figure standing there.

"Madam." He stretched out his hand to her, his expression unreadable.

Sheng Puzhu looked as if she had seen a ghost, staring at him in astonishment: "Isn't my husband still in Wangyue Pavilion talking to mother?"

"Um."

"It won't take long to come here from Moon Watching Pavilion."

Xie Zhiyan turned sideways, lifted the carriage curtain with his bony hands, and said with a half-smile: "If Madam doesn't hurry up, lunch will be delayed on the road."

Sheng Puzhu was annoyed.

This guy just relies on his long legs and good physical strength to do whatever he wants.

"Haha." Sheng Puzhu laughed in a sarcastic tone.

Nanny Du stood by listening in fear, and couldn't help but sigh. Ever since her husband returned home from Yumen Pass, her wife's temper has become increasingly bad. Before, she was willing to pretend to be gentle and virtuous, but now with the indulgence of the elders, her husband seemed strict, but in fact, he turned a blind eye and acquiesced most of the time.

If this continues, she can't help but worry that her master's true nature will be exposed and he will no longer pretend. The relationship between the couple will be in chaos. She doesn't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Madam." Xie Zhiyan stretched out his hand towards her and called her again patiently.

Sheng Puzhu didn't want to pay attention to him, but the shaft of the cart was very high, and with her thick clothes on, it was indeed a little inconvenient. She said reluctantly, "Please trouble you, my dear."

Xie Zhiyan helped the man onto the carriage and stepped in as well.

The driver, familiar with the route, asked Nanny Du, who was waiting outside, "The Crown Prince's wife is going to Linlang Pavilion first..."

"We are going to Princess Duanyang's residence." Sheng Puzhu coughed anxiously and interrupted the driver in a firm tone.

"Linlang Pavilion?" Xie Zhiyan glanced sideways.

Sheng Puzhu rested her hands on her knees, extremely nervous. She tried her best to smile naturally, "My dear, you heard wrong. We are going to Princess Duanyang's residence."

"What is Linlang Pavilion? I'm not familiar with it."

"Unfamiliar?"

Xie Zhiyan didn't know whether to believe it or not, but he didn't seem very satisfied with the answer.

"Well, not familiar."

Sheng Puzhu felt guilty when he looked at her. Her heart was pounding like a person walking on the edge of a cliff, in danger of falling at any time.

The two of them remained in a stalemate for a long time, until Xie Zhiyan stopped looking at her and pressed his cold white fingertips against her brow.

He seemed very tired, leaning against the wall of the carriage, his straight back swaying with the movement of the carriage, and his narrow, sharp eyes, which always contained sharp thoughts, were now half-closed.

There was a charcoal basin in the carriage, and the warm air was mixed with the rich fragrance of cypress. Xie Zhiyan sat silently in the seat opposite her, his black cloak slightly open, with light blue stubble on his chin. He tilted his head slightly, and his hair was neatly tied up with a jade crown.

He ran back and forth from Chang'an to Boling in just a few days. Even if he had a good horse, he would have to travel day and night to barely catch up.

Sheng Puzhu held her breath, her eyes fixed on his impeccable features bit by bit.

Until the man's Adam's apple rolled and he asked in a deep voice.

"Ma'am, have you seen enough?"

She had never peeked at him. Sheng Puzhu didn't want to admit it: "My dear, don't be so self-indulgent. I wasn't looking at you."

Xie Zhiyan smiled, his eyebrows and eyes dark as ink that could not be dissolved. He supported himself with his palms at his sides and leaned forward: "Madam, you always say one thing and mean another."

Sheng Puzhu did not respond and turned his eyes away.

Xie Zhiyan was not annoyed, and knocked on the edge of the car with his cold white knuckles: "From now on, when Madam goes out, if I am not with you, let Cangguan follow you."

Cangguan?

His personal bodyguard.

Sheng Puzhu's first reaction was to refuse.

Xie Zhiyan, however, seemed to have expected this and had no intention of trying to convince her. Instead, he said bluntly, "I don't want the Daxingshan Temple accident to happen again."

"If the Madam gets hurt again, it will be my fault."

Sheng Puzhu's breathing stagnated slightly, and she felt uneasy for no reason. She tightened her fingers hidden in her sleeves, and asked with confusion in her eyes, "What will happen if I fail in my duty?"

"According to Xie's family rules."

Xie Zhiyan looked at her and suddenly smiled.

He pressed his body lower, as if if he moved forward a little more, he would be able to kiss those two plump and rosy lips that tempted him all the time.

The carriage was silent for a moment. Xie Zhiyan paused for each word, the corners of his lips curled up in pleasure, and his voice was cold and insolent: "My husband has neglected his duty. The punishment is twenty lashes."

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