Chapter 39 Chapter 39 The Red Tent is All Her

The Tianshui green outer shirt fell to the ground, revealing the purple-colored undershirt underneath. Her skin was exposed to the air. Jiang Shu shuddered, took off her embroidered shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat next to Lu Changji.

Lu Changji's breathing was very rapid, his skin was burning, and the temperature in the tent also rose. His face was pink and his neck was red. Sweat flowed down his chin, gently slid over his Adam's apple, and fell into his clothes.

Jiang Shu stared at Lu Changji without blinking, her ears felt hot, and her bare hands couldn't help but touch Lu Changji's Adam's apple.

The small bulge was slightly hard and kept rolling under her hands. A hoarse sound came from her throat, and her vocal cords trembled slightly.

Jiang Shu slid down Lu Changji's throat and untied the belt of his pajamas. The blue pajamas slid onto the bed, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

Lu Changji was fair-skinned, yet not frail. His shoulders were broad, and his abdomen was adorned with flowing muscles, with distinct lines and well-defined walls. He was full of a masculine sense of strength and visual impact.

Jiang Shu's throat was a little dry, so she reached out and rubbed Lu Changji's lower abdomen twice. At this time, Lu Changji's breathing became more rapid, and the muscles in his abdomen became visibly tense.

An indescribable emotion surged in her chest, and Jiang Shu's body began to heat up. She no longer hesitated, and with trembling hands she took out a handkerchief and tied it over Lu Changji's eyes to block his vision.

Lu Changji's eyes were covered, and his nose was particularly conspicuous. He was born with a good appearance and a perfect nose. His nostrils were slightly open, and his nose bridge was high and straight, like a mountain carved by a knife and an axe.

Jiang Shu put her hands on Lu Changji's waist, fumbled to untie the belt of his underwear, then crawled to the end of the bed, grabbed Lu Changji's trouser legs, and pulled his underwear down.

Jiang Shu was a little scared, but fortunately she was not the kind of person who would hesitate. Once she made a decision, she would carry it through to the end, even if it meant enduring the pain of being pierced by thorns.

The underwear that Jiang Shu was wearing was the dowry that Lin had given her and put at the bottom of the box the night before she got married. The underwear was so unique that she didn't even have to take it off.

After the work, Jiang Shu was sweating profusely, her legs were sore, and she was so tired that she had no strength left.

She supported herself on the bedpost and stood up, raising her legs to get out of bed, but Lu Changji suddenly grabbed her ankle.

The time was too long and the effect of the medicine was about to wear off. Jiang Shu didn't dare to delay. She waved Lu Changji's hand away and staggered out the door.

Lu Changji curled his fingers, as if savoring the touch just now. Her skin was as smooth as jade, and there was a small mole on her ankle.

Jiang Shu returned to her residence, lay on her back on the bed, and gasped for breath.

Zhu Er knew that Jiang Shu was done. She moved closer to Jiang Shu and was puzzled by her expression. "Miss, it was just a quickie. Why do you look like you were just fished out of water?"

Jiang Shu felt a burning pain there, as if it was burning.

She hissed softly and said to Zhu'er, "Get me a basin of hot water."

Zhu'er noticed that something was wrong with her and hurried to the kitchen to get a basin of hot water.

When women gossip about the neighborhood, they often say that men with high noses will also have strong corresponding parts of their bodies. Jiang Shu didn't believe these unfounded words before, but after experiencing Lu Changji, she felt that the legends were not without reason.

Jiang Shu's body felt like it was split in half, and the pain was excruciating. She did think about stopping, but Lu Changji pressed her down with one hand.

She never knew that men's physical strength could be so terrifying.

Later, when she felt like she was going to faint, she finally got what she wanted. However, her legs were weak when she walked, and she stumbled back to her house, almost falling on the road.

Jiang Shu asked Zhu'er to go outside and clean the area with a hot towel. Fortunately, she had prepared some ointment, and the cool ointment applied to it did provide some relief.

Jiang Shu breathed a sigh of relief, put the ointment back into the box, and lay back on the bed.

After this trip to the backyard, she was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. Just as she dozed off, she was awakened by a violent knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Zhu'er asked loudly when she reached the door.

"A wanted criminal has broken into the temple, and I'm ordered to search." Cheng Yong's voice sounded outside the door.

Jiang Shu sat up with a start. She had just talked with Lu Changji... Cheng Yong was ordered to search for a wanted criminal. But the person he was searching for was not a wanted criminal, but the one who was plotting against Lu Changji.

Jiang Shu looked at the bronze mirror beside her. Her eyes were dark circles, her eyes were hazy, and the fatigue on her face was visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Shu hurriedly applied a layer of powder on her face. The powder covered the dark circles under her eyes, but it couldn't hide her listless look. She then applied a layer of rouge on her cheeks, and then she looked a little more energetic.

"Second Madam!" Cheng Yong urged at the door.

Jiang Shu felt guilty and didn't dare to let Cheng Yong wait any longer, so she whispered to Zhu'er to open the door.

The cool night breeze blew into the house, and Jiang Shu couldn't help but shiver. When she looked up, she found that Lu Changji had also entered the house.

The effect of the medicine had worn off. Compared to Jiang Shu who was exhausted, Lu Changji was refreshed, with a bright look in his eyes.

He sat down on the chair, raised his hand and pointed to the embroidered couch on the side, and said to Jiang Shu in a gentle voice: "Don't be polite, sister-in-law, just sit down and talk."

Jiang Shu didn't notice that he had unknowingly become the host.

She let out an "Ah" and walked towards the embroidered couch. She had underestimated Lu Changji's power. She thought that place was fine, but she felt a burning pain as soon as she took a step. She was so focused on hiding the discomfort between her legs that she tripped over the thick carpet and fell to the ground.

The stool beside her fell over and hit Jiang Shu's calf. Jiang Shu let out a low cry, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lu Changji's eyes suddenly darkened. He looked at Jiang Lu and whispered, "Go and help Second Madam up."

Only then did Jiang Shu realize that there was a maid standing behind Cheng Yong. The maid looked gentle, like a willow swaying in the wind, but she walked very steadily.

Jiang Lu squatted down beside Jiang Shu, took hold of her wrist and helped her up, saying softly, "Second Madam, you must be hurt from the fall. I know a little bit about medicine, so why don't I help you take a look?"

Jiang Lu remembered Lu Changji's instructions. The master asked her to check whether there was a small red mole on the second wife's ankle.

Jiang Lu didn't know what Lu Changji was trying to do, she just found it unbelievable. It was really a bit too intimate for her uncle to pry into his younger sister-in-law's privacy.

Jiang Lu withdrew her thoughts. Lu Changji was her master. She just had to do whatever he told her to do. Why bother thinking about all these messy things?

Jiang Lu helped Jiang Shu to the bedroom and said softly, "Second Madam, I

Let me take a look at your body. If you feel unwell, please tell me and I will treat you."

As Jiang Lu spoke, she pushed aside Jiang Shu's skirt, intending to roll up her trouser legs.

Jiang Shu always felt that Jiang Lu had ulterior motives. She hurriedly turned sideways, distanced herself from Jiang Lu, and whispered, "I'm fine, so I won't bother you anymore. Please get out!"

Jiang Lu refused to go out: "Second Madam, please don't be afraid to see a doctor. I can tell whether you are in good health or not just by looking at you."

After she finished speaking, she went to roll up Jiang Shu's trouser legs.

Jiang Shu was a little angry. She gently pushed Jiang Lu's hand away and scolded her, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are my man. It's not your turn to make the decision here. Get out of here immediately."

She was so tough and dodgy, and Jiang Lu felt something was wrong. Jiang Lu tapped Jiang Shu's back lightly, not knowing which acupoint she tapped, but Jiang Shu couldn't move at all.

Jiang Lu bent down and tried to roll up Jiang Shu's trouser legs again.

Jiang Lu tried her best to roll up Jiang Shu's trouser legs. Jiang Shu knew that Lu Changji must have discovered something and needed Jiang Lu to confirm it, otherwise, Jiang Lu would not dare to be so forceful.

Seeing that she was about to be exposed, Jiang Shu was extremely anxious. Suddenly, a voice exploded in her ears.

"The Crown Prince has passed away!" Changsheng's voice resounded like a bolt from the blue, echoing over Qingyang Temple. The silent night suddenly became noisy.

Jiang Shu still kept her head down, her mind in a mess, and she fell into a brief stagnation. Her eyes went dark and she almost fell to the ground.

"Second Madam!" Zhu'er rushed to Jiang Shu's side and supported her. She placed Jiang Shu on the chaise longue, glanced at Changsheng, and asked, "Although the prince's body was not strong, it was not to the point where he could not take medicine. How could he pass away so suddenly?"

Changsheng murmured softly, "This evening, the prince was in exceptionally good spirits, even eating half a bowl more than usual.

After finishing his evening meal, the prince said he wanted to take a walk in the back garden, so I accompanied him there for a while.

Who would have thought that upon returning, Prince Fang would fall ill, not only with a fever all over his body, but also with continuous vomiting of blood. He died before Doctor Wen could even reach him."

Lu Changyi passed away just like that. Jiang Shu was heartbroken and felt a bit guilty. The Xinyang Marquis's Mansion was quite a distance away from the Qingyang Temple. According to the time calculation, she should have been walking towards the backyard when Lu Changyi left.

Lu Changyi treated her well. Not only did she not mourn for him in time, but she also stayed with his brother when he was in the most pain...

Jiang Shu felt so ashamed that her tears fell to the ground like beads that had fallen off the string.

She had a deep affection for him.

Compared to Jiang Shu's sadness and loss, Lu Changji was much calmer. Deep in his heart, he even developed a secret emotion that could not be revealed to outsiders.

He walked over to Jiang Shu, handed her a handkerchief, and whispered, "My second brother has passed away. My sister-in-law should mourn for him."

Jiang Shu took the handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but the tears were like a broken dam, and no matter how she wiped them away, they could not be wiped away.

Before one crisis was over, another crisis arose. Before the sacrifice to the late Marquis was completed, the Lu family hurried back to the Xinyang Marquis Mansion.

Before daybreak, the Lu family's door lintel was hung with white banners, and the servants had all changed into white linen clothes. The whole place looked like a scene of mourning.

Jiang Shu and the younger generations of the Lu family stayed in the mourning hall to keep vigil. Jiang Shu was genuinely sad, but the others were a bit perfunctory, just doing their job according to etiquette.

The mourning hall was quiet. Nanny Zhou held a lantern and led Zhao into the hall.

After not seeing each other for one night, Zhao seemed to have aged ten years. Her face was still the same, but her eyes were dead and lifeless.

She walked to the coffin, stared at Lu Changyi's face again and again, stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Lu Changyi's face, but then she thought of something and retracted her hand. She stood in front of the coffin for half an hour before turning around and leaving.

Her back was bent, her steps were unsteady, and her shoulders were shaking slightly.

Jiang Shu knew that Zhao was crying. Zhao was so proud that even though she was heartbroken, she would not shed tears in front of others.

Jiang Shu looked at Zhu'er and whispered, "Go to the small kitchen and cook a bowl of ginseng soup and bring it to Madam Hou later."

The sky gradually brightened, and a hint of dawn appeared in the east. Zhu'er entered the Yanxi Hall carrying ginseng soup. Zhao needed to take care of Lu Changyi's funeral, and there were a lot of chores at home. After the stewards finished their work, they filed out of the flower hall. Zhu'er was about to go into the house, but heard the conversation between Changsheng and Zhao at the door.

"Madam, you are a kindhearted person. The prince feared that you would be too soft-hearted, so before he died, he specifically instructed me to remind you that if the Second Madam is not pregnant, please make sure she is buried with the prince.

The prince loves the Second Madam, and even if she dies, he can't bear to let her live alone in this world."

Zhu'er stood outside the door, dumbfounded. It was true that one can only judge a person by his appearance. The prince seemed to care for the young lady very much, but how could he be willing to let her be buried with him?

He was so cruel as to take the young lady's life.

Zhu'er's face was pale. She turned around and strode to the mourning hall.

She leaned close to Jiang Shu's ear, her face serious, and whispered, "Second Madam, I have something to tell you."

Zhu'er was rarely so solemn, and Jiang Shu knew something big must have happened. She stood up silently, pulled Zhu'er into the side room, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Zhu Er took a deep breath and said, "My uncle wants you to be buried with him!"

Buried with the deceased?

Her ears were buzzing and her head was aching like it was about to explode. Jiang Shu even suspected that there was something wrong with her hearing. She rubbed her forehead, looked up at Zhu'er, and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Zhu'er knew that Jiang Shu would not be able to accept this reality for a while, but the situation was urgent. If she was not careful, Jiang Shu might be killed by the Zhao family and buried with Lu Changyi.

She took Jiang Shu's hand in hers, squeezed it gently, and repeated what she had just heard in a gentle voice: "Second Madam, your son-in-law is two-faced. He seems to treat you well, but he is evil at heart.

Our family is far superior to the Marquis's family, so even if the Marquis's wife asked you to be buried with your son-in-law, the master wouldn't dare say anything. You must make plans for yourself!"

Jiang Shu sat down on the chair in a daze and smiled bitterly. She had lived for eighteen years, and her father had treated her with indifference. Although her aunt loved her, she had never protected her because of her status.

Later, she met Lu Changyi, who loved her. He provided her with gold and silver, and even disobeyed Zhao for her. At night, he would carefully hold her hand and fall asleep.

Jiang Shu originally thought that he treated her sincerely, but she never expected that he would take her life.

After all, she was short-sighted and misjudged the person.

There was some cold tea on the table. Jiang Shu picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. She threw the cup on the table and then took off the jade bracelet on her wrist.

The bracelet was given to her by Lu Changyi. She never took it off.

Jiang Shu handed the bracelet to Zhu'er. After a moment's thought, she worried that it might not be heavy enough, so she stuffed the red gold bracelet on her head into Zhu'er's hands and whispered, "Give these to Doctor Wen..."

Doctor Wen was a doctor frequently used in the Marquis's mansion. He had superb medical skills and Zhao trusted him very much.

She had just had sex with Lu Changji yesterday, so even if she was pregnant, she couldn't diagnose it. It would be better to prepare in advance.

The Xinyang Marquis' Mansion was very prosperous, and there was a constant stream of people coming to pay their respects during the day. Zhao forced herself to stay busy to greet and see off the guests, and was not free until nightfall.

She leaned back in the armchair, her eyes slightly closed, her tiredness evident.

Her only son passed away. Although she had long expected that she would one day see her son die, she still couldn't help but feel sad.

And her daughter-in-law...

Jiang Shu's background was a little poor, but her character was very good and she was organized in her work. She would feel at ease even if she handed over the inner house to Jiang Shu to manage.

But she only had Yi'er as her son, so she had to consider her only son's wishes.

Zhao frowned and rubbed her temples gently, hoping that Jiang Shu could do better and get pregnant with Yi'er's child.

It seemed as if there were thousands of silk threads entangled in her chest. Zhao was upset and felt that no matter how she tried to sort things out, nothing was right and she couldn't make it out.

"Mom Zhou!" she called out irritably.

Nanny Zhou came over in response, but when she reached Zhao, she found that she had closed her eyes and seemed not to want to talk.

Nanny Zhou knew that Zhao was feeling upset, so she didn't say anything. She just stood quietly beside Zhao and fanned her gently.

After about two quarters of an hour, Zhao slowly opened her eyes and whispered, "Mother Zhou, send someone to call Second Madam over."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Please ask Doctor Wen to come over as well!"

Zhao was the legitimate daughter of the Zhao family. She was born beautifully and came from a noble family. When she was young, she was famous in Bian Jing for her beauty and talent. She never showed any fear even when facing the empress in the palace. But when she thought about what she was going to do next, she felt ashamed to face Jiang Shu.

She said to Madam Zhou, "I'm tired and want to go to bed in my room. You stay in the hall and receive the Second Madam!"

If Second Madam is pregnant, you will tell me the news. If not, let her drink the pot of Biluochun on the Eight Immortals Table."

After saying this, he walked out of the hall quickly. When he reached the eaves, he stumbled and almost fell.

Doctor Wen was faster than Jiang Shu. When Jiang Shu entered the flower hall, Doctor Wen had already taken his seat.

Nanny Zhou looked at Jiang Shu with a smile and said gently, "The prince is gone. Madam is worried that Second Madam will become ill due to depression, so she specially asked Doctor Wen to come and take your pulse."

Jiang Shu pretended not to know Zhao's intentions. She bowed to Doctor Wen and whispered, "Thank you, Doctor."

Doctor Wen took out a silk handkerchief from the medicine box, covered Jiang Shu's wrist with it, and carefully took her pulse.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Second Madam's pulse is smooth and strong, like a rolling ball on a jade plate. She must be pregnant."

As expected, she was pregnant. Nanny Zhou was overjoyed. She stuffed a silver ingot into Doctor Wen's hand and sent someone to escort Doctor Wen out of the Marquis' Mansion.

She said to Jiang Shu, "The prince has passed away. I know Second Madam is upset, but you are pregnant with the young prince now. You must not be too sad. Even for the sake of the young prince, you must also take care of your own body."

After Madam Zhou finished speaking, she quickly walked to the inner room and said to Zhao with a smile, "Congratulations, Madam. Congratulations, Madam. Our Crown Prince's wife is pregnant."

Zhao's bent back finally straightened up. Although her son was gone, she had a little grandson. Jiang Shu no longer had to be buried with Lu Changyi. Her lifeless eyes finally came to life.

This is how people are. As long as there is hope, there is expectation.

Zhao walked to the outer room and stuffed a stack of banknotes into Jiang Shu's hands, saying softly, "You are a meritorious official of the Lu family. From now on, you don't have to worry about anything. Just take good care of yourself. If you want to eat or drink something, just ask the kitchen to make it. If the kitchen can't make it, go to the restaurant to buy it."

"Only when you are healthy can the young master be healthy. I will do my best to take good care of you and your son, and that will be my due respect to Yi'er."

Jiang Shu held the banknote in her hand, her heart calm, but her face looked very relieved. She raised her arm and stroked her lower abdomen, and said to Zhao in a gentle voice: "It is not in vain that the prince loves me. Now I have done my best to repay him."

A pregnant woman is delicate, and Zhao was worried about Jiang Shu walking at night, so she personally sent her back to Xinchun Garden and told her to take care of her health and not to keep vigil for Lu Changyi anymore.

Lu Changji had many eyes and ears, and he already knew about Jiang Shu's pregnancy before Zhao announced it.

Jiang Shu is his sister-in-law. Although he likes Jiang Shu, he has never had the desire to possess her. Now that Jiang Shu is pregnant, she will have someone to rely on in the Xinyang Marquis Mansion. He should be happy for her, but when he thinks about her having children for someone else, his heart is filled with bitterness.

He was a little annoyed, put the book in his hand aside, and picked up the teacup to drink tea.

At this time, Cheng Yong pushed the door open and entered. He bowed to Lu Changji and whispered, "Sir, I have thoroughly investigated. No outsiders entered Qingyang Temple last night. Aside from Miss Zhao, there were only women from our Marquis' Mansion inside."

When they were at the Taoist temple, Zhao Yingyun found an excuse to give Lu Changji a cushion. Lu Changji was very perceptive and naturally knew Zhao Yingyun's feelings for him, but he also knew that Zhao Yingyun would not do such a thing as climbing into bed in the middle of the night.

Zhao Yingyun was born into a noble family. Even if she married into the royal family and became a queen, it would not benefit her at all if she ruined her chastity in the boudoir.

Excluding Zhao Yingyun, only the Lu family remained: Jiang Shu, Hu, and the maidservants...

Jiang Shu was in charge of the miscellaneous affairs of Qingyang Temple. Logically, she was the most likely person to have drugged him without anyone knowing. However, she had no reason and no motive to drug him. She was already pregnant and would never take risks with her offspring.

Faces flashed through his mind like a fleeting display, and even a wise man like Lu Changji was at a loss. He waved his hand to send Cheng Yong away, then lay back on the bed and dozed off.

But after a moment, he fell asleep.

At that time, he was drinking tea in the backyard of Qingyang Temple. The door was pushed open and Jiang Shu walked into the yard.

She was usually very dignified, but now she was wearing only a bright red coat, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing every detail of her curvy figure as she walked.

In a blink of an eye, he was lying on the couch. The scene was exactly the same as that night. His body seemed to be burning with fire and was filled with longing. Unfortunately, his body was sore and weak that he could not move no matter what.

Jiang Shu got on the couch wearing that shirt and slowly...