Chapter 83 Chapter 83 Just forgive her.

After Xie Zhiyan finished bathing, he put on a robe that looked like sky blue after rain and sat behind the desk.

The book boy on duty tonight was Qingshi. When he came back after cleaning the bathroom, he saw the bright lights in the study and his face looked a little strange.

"My dear." Qingshi hesitated to speak.

"What is it?"

Xie Zhiyan didn't even look up. He dipped the pen in black ink and stared at the blank rice paper on the desk, hesitant to write.

Qingshi dared not be distracted as he ground the ink. He paused for a moment, secretly observing his master's expression, and whispered, "It's almost midnight. Will you be returning to Yunyu Hall tonight?"

The tip of the pen paused slightly, and Xie Zhiyan raised his head to glance out the window. A deep crease appeared between his brows, clearly showing suppressed emotions.

I can't say anything without replying two words.

But now when he went back, Xie Zhiyan slowly pursed his thin lips, and his eyes suddenly became very deep.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Qingshi swallowed hard and said, "Since returning home, you rarely stay in the study. Even if there is something important, you will send someone to tell the Crown Prince's wife."

Xie Zhiyan felt inexplicably upset. With a "click", the brush in his hand was broken unconsciously, and the ink splashed everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the snow-white rice paper was stained with ink spots.

Qingshi shrank back, but still mustered up the courage to say, "My dear, if you don't go back tonight, I will go and clean up the inner room right now."

"However, the house has been unoccupied for a while, and the quilts and mattresses haven't been aired in the sun for a while, so you might have to make do with it for one night."

Xie Zhiyan slowly raised his eyes, the candlelight reflected his narrow and deep phoenix eyes, his eyes were cold and gloomy, and there seemed to be two flames dancing in his pupils.

"When did I say I wouldn't go back?"

Xie Zhiyan snorted coldly and looked away, frightening Qingshi so much that he didn't dare to breathe.

Qingshi opened his mouth and let out a cry. Seeing that Xie Zhiyan had lost the Qiuhao that was broken into two pieces, he picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands with an expressionless face.

He was a little slow to react, his expression becoming even more dull. His voice was higher than before, and he happily turned to get his cloak: "It's windy tonight, so I'll prepare a lantern and a cloak for you, my lord."

Xie Zhiyan stared at the secret letter on the table that had just been opened. It was the news that the secret guard had found out from Luoyang.

His palms were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white, and he didn't know how much willpower it took to suppress the surging emotions.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The night is dark and the dew is heavy.

Only then did Aunt Du, who was guarding the corridor, see the tall figure.

"My dear." She saluted hurriedly.

Xie Zhiyan waved his hand, signaling them to step back and keep quiet.

There were a few drops of ink on the hem of his sky-blue sleeves, and there was a very obvious red mark on the bone of his middle finger, as if it had been scratched by a sharp object. A ray of warm light leaked through the closed door.

It was very faint, but it made him push the door open slightly, and even his pace and breathing subconsciously slowed down.

The candlelight flickered slightly. Xie Zhiyan stood beside the couch, looking down at the sleeping Sheng Puzhu.

She lay on her side under the brocade quilt, her black hair spread out like clouds, her long eyelashes casting a light shadow under her eyes, and her breathing was long and steady.

Xie Zhiyan leaned over and kissed Sheng Puzhu's eyebrows lightly with his thin lips. He sighed helplessly: "You have no conscience."

His emotions were fluctuating extremely in his heart. He sulked in the study all night. She, on the other hand, said she would not reply at night and did not even say hello. I don't know how she, as a wife, could sleep so peacefully.

When he thought of this, Xie Zhiyan's eyes became increasingly angry. He felt that he shouldn't have come back and should have ignored her for a few days.

Or let her learn a lesson, but how can she be blamed for something that has already happened? Isn't the man who cares about her always wrong?

Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes, and with his fingertips half an inch apart, he seemed to want to trace out Sheng Puzhu's delicate eyebrows and eyes. It seemed that only in this way could he calm down.

But in the next moment, Sheng Puzhu, who was sleeping, seemed to sense something. She turned her face unconsciously, her plump and rosy lips slightly opened, and her smooth jade-like cheek rubbed his cold fingertips, her brows slightly frowned and then relaxed.

She even grunted and instinctively moved to the side of the bed to make room for him.

This natural and intimate little gesture was like a soft hook, instantly dispersing his depression, which disappeared into the night without a trace.

Xie Zhiyan was silent for a moment, then he sighed deeply in his heart. Never mind, he decided to forgive her.

Then he tried his best to convince himself, took off his outer robe and lay down with peace of mind.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the person next to him turned over, put his arm around his waist, snuggled into his arms, put his cheek against his chest, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep again.

Xie Zhiyan's arms stiffened for a moment, and he finally put them around her shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

Sheng Puzhu did not sleep well that night.

When it was almost dawn, she was awakened by Xie Zhiyan's kiss.

The man looked like he had just taken a shower, with moisture on his body and his palms as cold as ice.

She opened her eyes drowsily, and before she could say anything, he kissed her deeply.

Sheng Puzhu knew that Xie Zhiyan was tall and straight, but he didn't know that he was trapped in such a small space by him. The gap was so suffocating.

The spring night was very cold, and there was a charcoal brazier in the room. Because she knew in advance that he would not go back to sleep in the room, she only wore a thin inner garment.

When Xie Zhiyan pinched her waist with his calloused palm, her skin, which was as cold as ice, suddenly felt like burning.

"My dear, didn't you say you wouldn't come back?" Sheng Puzhu stared at him with sleepy eyes, still holding her breath.

"When did I say that?" Xie Zhiyan asked.

"You told me that yourself at the Marquis's residence. Grandmother asked me why you weren't dining with me, and I didn't know how to answer."

The accusatory dissatisfaction in Sheng Puzhu's bright black almond-shaped eyes was too obvious.

Xie Zhiyan suddenly laughed out of anger. He hadn't even come to settle the score with her yet, but she was already angry. She didn't know when she developed such a spoiled character. She was really a domineering girl.

"Maybe Madam heard it wrong."

Xie Zhiyan smiled calmly, but the strength in his hands did not decrease. He clasped Sheng Puzhu's neck with his big hand, pinched her slender waist with one hand, and pressed her into his arms, forcing Sheng Puzhu to raise her head to endure the fierce and fierce kiss.

What was even worse was that he had just taken a shower, and the alternation of hot and cold temperatures seemed to drive him crazy.

In the darkness, there was the sound of lips and teeth rubbing against each other in the water, mixed with disordered breathing.

Xie Zhiyan bit Sheng Puju's lower lip with a force that was almost punitive. His kiss was fierce, like a wolf king patrolling his territory, rolling over inch by inch, not even sparing a single one of her teeth.

Sheng Puzhu shuddered in pain, and the strange feeling in her body was like a surging tide. She couldn't tell whether she was happy or dissatisfied.

Until the tip of my tongue tasted the sweet and fishy taste of rust, I realized that he had sucked my lower lip through.

"pain?"

Sheng Puzhu nodded with tears in her eyes.

Xie Zhiyan paused, and stroked her bleeding lips with his cold thumb. His voice was icy: "It's good that you know it hurts."

"Then bear with it."

What are you talking about!

Be patient?

What had she done to offend him out of the blue?

Sheng Puzhu reached out to push him, but found that he couldn't move him at all, so he simply bit his shoulder and neck.

She bit him just as hard as he had kissed her before.

Neither of them would give in to the other.

The result is a more fierce confrontation between them.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the sky was gradually turning pale.

His body went from cold to hot, and beads of sweat rolled down his back.

The night fog was like a veil, and the soft, dim light from the lanterns in the corridor made the moss in front of the steps appear wet and shiny, with water droplets hanging on the tips of the tender leaves, about to fall.

On the eve of dawn, the cold wind carrying dew is the most deceptive. It seems to be blowing gently on the window, but it seeps into the house silently and soaks the already thin clothes without a sound.

Sheng Puzhu was tired, she begged him for mercy, crying bitterly.

Xie Zhiyan even asked knowingly, "Why are you crying, Madam?"

"I... cry... why, uh, don't you know?"

"How would I know if Madam didn't tell me?"

What could she say? She couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

She used to think he was fierce and unromantic, but after what she had to endure tonight, she finally understood one thing.

How restrained and considerate he was before.

At dawn, Madam Du and her men stood guard in the corridor in silence.

The door of the main house opened from the inside, and Xie Zhiyan strode out. He fixed his eyes on Madam Du and said, "No need to wait on me. Let Madam sleep until she wakes up naturally."

Nanny Du responded without even daring to breathe, as she always felt that Xie Zhiyan's gaze on her was filled with intense scrutiny.

Sheng Puzhu slept until dusk.

She opened her eyes dazedly, was stunned for a moment, and then closed them again, muttering to herself, "Maybe it was a nightmare. I was carried away by a wolf all night. I was scared to death."

As she spoke, she tried to turn over, but her hands and feet felt like they were made of cotton and she had no strength at all.

"My lady, it's time to get up. You've been sleeping all day."

"If you don't eat something before nightfall, your body won't be able to bear it."

"I didn't eat the lily soup yesterday, so my husband asked the kitchen to cook it again today."

"How long have I slept?" Sheng Puzhu forced his eyes open a crack and asked weakly.

"My wife has been sleeping for nearly nine hours."

"What?"

"Nine hours?"

Sheng Puzhu couldn't believe it and reluctantly reached out to lift the curtain: "Who was here last night?"

Nanny Du reached out and touched her forehead. She didn't have a high fever, but she looked so sick.

What's more, the noise at night was so loud, fortunately it was her who was on guard.

"My lady, my husband came back late last night and left at dawn. Don't you remember?"

Sheng Puzhu blinked his eyes. He had some impression, which was fragmentary and resembled the scene when he was drunk.

No wonder she felt like she was dreaming. In her dream, she was carried all the way by a wolf and was eaten countless times in the end. It turned out that it was all real.

It's really, really abominable! "Where's my husband?"

"Will he come back tonight?" Sheng Puzhu asked.

Aunt Du glanced at the sky outside and said uncertainly, "Probably."

"Okay then."

"Madam, please take someone with you to personally sort out all of the young master's clothes and bedding and send them to his study."

Aunt Du was shocked: "Madam, this is unacceptable."

"No matter what, my dear, you are still the master of Yunyu Hall."

Sheng Puzhu snorted, not knowing whether he was truly annoyed or pretending to be annoyed. His cheeks were red as if they could bleed. "I don't care. You have to listen to me."

"If he sends someone to ask, just say I'm not feeling well and need to recuperate for six months."

"Let him do what he wants in the study."