Chapter 95: All the water was swallowed.

Li Yue'er originally wanted to pester her mistress to do these things for her so that she could be lazy and sleep in a little longer the next day, since getting married was really too tiring.

Not only do I get up early to wash and put on makeup, but I also stay on edge all day, never daring to relax or lower my head.

With so many people in the house, there are many things to do. The mistress can't possibly take care of everything perfectly, so Li Yue'er has to make up for any oversights or omissions she might have.

For example, as soon as Su Rou disappeared, Li Yue'er realized that someone was missing. If the mistress hadn't said that Su Rou and Shi Yi had gone to rest, she would definitely have searched for them before she could feel at ease.

Not only Sister Su, but if anyone gets too drunk during a banquet, Li Yue'er will arrange for servants to go over and persuade and help them, and at the same time, she will have the servants safely take them home and hand them over to their family members before the banquet ends.

On such a wonderful day, there can be no mistakes whatsoever.

After all, she was not only Qu Rong's bride today, but also the mistress of the Qu family. She couldn't just sit on the bed and wait for Qu Rong to come back, being a delicate and indifferent person. She still had to manage things inside and outside the house.

That evening, Teng Huang looked at her several times and said with a smile, "You really are the mistress of the house now."

She was already capable of managing the inner quarters, standing beside the head of the household, and welcoming guests alongside him.

While Li Yue'er was pleased with herself, she did not lose her head.

It wasn't until around 9 PM, when the guests gradually dispersed, that she finally had time to return to Songlan Hall to wash up.

The mistress had a difficult day, and she wasn't exactly having a leisurely time either. In fact, from dusk until now, she had only spoken to the mistress a handful of times.

Only now, after washing up, taking off their cumbersome and heavy wedding dresses, and removing their elaborate headdresses, could they finally be free from all constraints, embracing each other and whispering to each other to relieve the day's fatigue.

However, when she tried to coax the mistress about the gift list, the mistress insisted on teaching her.

Li Yue'er pressed the soles of her feet against her hips, feigning resistance while inviting her, "You're so clueless about romance."

On their wedding night, which newlywed couple settles accounts while facing the auspicious dragon and phoenix candles?

Li Yue'er was very tired and only hoped to consummate her marriage with the mistress before going to sleep. She didn't want to look at any gift list.

Her bright red silk undergarment had slipped down to her elbows, and the two thin straps of her bright red bodice and the one at her back waist had also been untied, now hanging loosely in front of her.

As for her underpants, they had already been taken off, with one leg hanging to the ground and the other bunched up on Li Yue'er's slender, fair ankles.

For some reason, this kind of wanting and holding back is even more arousing than being completely naked.

She sat on the dressing table, her shoes kicked off haphazardly, her smooth, white feet landing on the embroidered stools she and the mistress had placed on.

She was facing the mistress of the house, and when she looked up, she could see the clear jade-inlaid glass mirror not far away.

In the mirror, she was almost wide open, like a fully blooming pink peony, allowing the mistress to pluck her petals.

Li Yue'er had just thought that the jade-inlaid glass mirror was a good thing because it reflected people clearly, but now, seeing her reflection in the mirror, she felt that the mirror was too clear.

Even though the room was dimly lit, her reflection in the mirror was still so clear.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her face as pink as lotus blossoms.

Even when the crispy fragrance popped out of the mistress's mouth, you could almost see the little bit of red on it.

The mistress's damp hair, which had not yet been dried and was only wrapped in a towel, had now fallen off, and her hair was draped down her shoulders like damp black silk.

Li Yue'er's legs were draped over the mistress's shoulders, her toes entwined with her hair. If it became too unbearable, she would gently tug at it a couple of times, which would slow down the kneeling mistress.

A dressing table is definitely not a proper place to sit; it's uncomfortable and you can easily slip off.

Li Yue'er gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands behind her back, barely managing to keep herself from falling into the mistress's mouth.

"Tomorrow, I don't have to get up early, right?" Li Yue'er was still thinking about slacking off.

In the Qu family, the only nominal elder was Old Madam Qu, and Li Yue'er didn't want to get up early to pay her respects and serve tea.

Even a fool could guess what kind of look the old lady would give her when she went to see her, and might even use her seniority to make her pay her respects to her every morning and evening.

The mistress, "..."

The mistress had no time for idle chatter; she simply squeezed her hand on the waist.

If she were a red bean, she would be rolled into the mouth of the mistress and slowly savored.

Li Yue'er's eyes were watery and misty as she hummed, "Why don't you look in the mirror?"

The mistress, "..."

Li Yue'er persisted, dangling her other foot under the dressing table, toes pointed up, her big toe sliding restlessly in her arms through the silk fabric, even pointing downwards.

Qu Rong grabbed Li Yue'er's ankle and gently tugged at her.

Li Yue'er was terrified.

He slid off the dressing table, nestled in her arms, and nibbled on her earlobe.

The two, who were originally on top of each other, ended up kneeling on the ground kissing.

When their passion reached its peak, Li Yue'er sat in a round-backed chair facing the mirror, one leg resting on the armrest and the other dangling down. She held the mistress's arms with both hands, tilted her head, and kissed her.

Qu Rong lowered her eyes and asked, "Why aren't you watching anymore?"

Li Yue'er, "..."

She was the one in the mirror, and naturally she was embarrassed to look at herself.

The mistress smiled and kissed her eyebrows and eyes, saying something in a low voice that was hard to hear.

But two words popped into Li Yue'er's mind:

What a nice view.

The mistress thought she looked beautiful in the mirror.

Li Yue'er blushed all over with embarrassment. Occasionally, when her watery eyes glanced at the mirror and caught a glimpse of the mistress's finger movements, her face burned even hotter.

Her toes curled up, and she pleaded softly with her mistress, "Go to bed."

The mistress asked, "What about tomorrow's gift list?"

Li Yue'er: "I, I can do it myself."

"Mistress, are you not going to slack off anymore?"

Li Yue'er, "..."

The mistress said, "You've been preparing for the wedding for a few days now. Do you still remember how to use an abacus?"

Li Yue'er's eyelids twitched, and she had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the mistress gently pinched her chin with one hand, turning her face towards the mirror, and with the other hand, she fiddled with the motionless bead while it was still damp. "Like this."

The mistress only glanced at the mirror occasionally, mainly looking down at herself.

Li Yue'er was still very shy. She was good at flirtatious talk, but when it came to real sex, she became timid.

Those who frequently use an abacus know that the beads are made of wood. In the dry weather of the north, to prevent the beads from cracking and breaking when the abacus is turned, experienced craftsmen will occasionally apply a little oil to the beads for maintenance.

The mistress was clearly skilled at using an abacus, knowing to wet it first before turning the lever to prevent it from drying out.

Li Yue'er: "I...I've got it."

The mistress asked, "Really?"

Li Yue'er whimpered, "...Really."

Li Yue'er was almost curled up in the armchair, her whole body wrapped around the mistress's arm, her long hair cascading down, covering her shoulders, and her skin looked even whiter and pinker beneath her black hair.

She gently bit her mistress's arm, urging her to hurry.

When the mistress bent down to hug her, their long hair overlapped, and Li Yue'er ended the "lesson" with a low cry.

She said that one should not learn accounting from the mistress of the house; it is not something a decent person would do!

The mistress carried her back to bed, and the two of them rolled around on the bright red quilt, messing up the pair of embroidered duck figures.

Li Yue'er had originally planned to go to bed early, but by the time she and the mistress had truly finished, she felt that the pair of auspicious dragon and phoenix candles had burned down to almost half their original weight.

The mistress prepared water to wash her.

Li Yue'er put on her new inner garment, then remembered something and picked up the silver scissors. "I forgot to tie my hair."

When she said this, the mistress seemed to pause for a moment.

Li Yue'er thought she didn't know, so she explained, "Take scissors and cut off a section of our long hair, tie them together with a red string, and bury them. This is called 'tying the hair,' which means that we are bound together for life and will never be separated."

Qu Rong knew.

Li Yue'er combed her hair, and it had been almost a year since then, but the strand of hair that the mistress had cut off had only grown back a little.

Li Yue'er switched to cutting the other side, so that the hair on both sides would be aligned.

Li Yue'er straightened the cut hair and placed it on the table, then walked towards the mistress with a chuckle, brandishing the scissors.

Qu Rong, "..."

Qu Rong kept her eyes closed and didn't look at her.

Li Yue'er bent down, her nose almost touching that of her mistress, and picked up a strand of long hair from beside her face with her fingers, gently stroking it between her fingertips, "It really is like silk."

After two sessions, not only was her hair dry, but the mistress's previously damp hair also dried. The hair was smooth and shiny, like the finest satin.

Li Yue'er pulled out a section of hair, cut it evenly on both sides, then took two strands of hair and tied them together with a red string, saying, "There are gods three feet above my head, I hope the gods will bless me and Qu Rong, that we may be husband and wife in this life, and that our love will never waver."

As she muttered to herself, Qu Rong sat leaning against the headboard watching her, silently repeating her words in her mind:

"Heaven sees all, and I pray that it bears witness that Mingyue has willingly married me twice. I beg the gods to bless us so that in our next life she will still be my wife, and that our love will be unwavering."

Li Yue'er: "Alright."

She turned to look at the mistress.

The mistress was looking at her, but when she suddenly met her eyes, she felt a little guilty for some reason and immediately closed her eyes again, pretending not to see her.

Li Yue'er, "?"

Li Yue'er put her long hair into a red purse, preparing to turn around and bury it under the tree.

She came back, threw herself into her mistress's arms, bit her cheek, and asked suspiciously, "What have you been doing behind my back?"

Qu Rong: "...No."

Li Yue'er didn't believe it.

On their wedding night, the mistress of the Qu family straddled the head of the Qu family and attempted to "torture him into confessing," but was eventually subdued by the head of the Qu family and had sex with him again.

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After the head of the household and his wife went inside, it was clear they were going to rest and wouldn't be coming out again. As the most powerful maid in the household, Dansha naturally couldn't rest early. She had to clean up the house with the other servants before she could rest.

Dan Sha wore a red velvet flower in her hair today, but the red flower clearly couldn't soften her expressionless, cold face.

"Everyone has worked hard today. The head of the household told the mistress that from this month to the end of the year, which will be counted as three months, everyone's monthly salary will be doubled. Tomorrow, after the mistress gets up, those who come to pay their respects will still receive a reward, which will not be included in the doubled monthly salary."

Everyone instantly perked up, cheering quietly, and had even more energy to work!

Dansha maintained the same expression, and even when speaking gently, her voice showed no emotional fluctuation. "After you're done, everyone should get some rest. You can sleep in an hour later tomorrow."

Everyone was even happier after hearing that.

Teng Huang was also happy. She sat in the chair, tilting her head back and grinning foolishly, her eyes following the movement of the cinnabar.

The person who was standing some distance away was in front of her in the blink of an eye.

Dansha raised her hand, gently pressing the back of her hand against Gambo's burning cheek. "Are you sober now?"

Gamboge nodded emphatically.

Dansha: "Hmm, still not awake."

Ramen Huang puffed out his cheeks and glared at her, then raised his hand to hit her arm.

Dansha smiled and took Tenghuang's hand. "Let's go back and rest too."

Gamboge doesn't want to rest.

Gambo sat on the edge of the bed, his little face shining.

She wanted to try it tonight, but didn't know how to bring it up, so she just stared at the cinnabar.

When Dansha returned from washing up, she first squatted down and reached out to touch Tenghuang's feet. "They're all cold. Why aren't you in bed?"

She knelt down on one knee, looked up at her, and asked softly, a stark contrast to her demeanor in front of everyone.

Fujiwara's eyes darted around, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath his buttocks as he groaned and made no comment for a long time, neither saying whether he wanted to sleep or not.

Dansha did not pull her hand away from her ankle, but instead moved it up to grasp her calf.

Her long, yellow eyelashes fluttered incessantly, and a heat crept up from her ears to her cheeks and then to her entire body.

She felt a slight tingling sensation, but she endured it, neither pulling her leg back nor kicking away Dansha.

She simply turned her face away, tacitly allowing the cinnabar to probe upwards inch by inch.

Dansha went from kneeling to bending over and standing up, then pressed her down into the blankets, his eyes quietly watching her.

At any given moment, Gung Kim has the right to call "stop".

But she still allowed Dansha to climb on top of her, her wrists slipping into her pants.

Dansha asked, "Are you drunk?"

Tamagawa was only slightly tipsy, not drunk to the point of unconsciousness. She placed her hands on the blankets on either side of her head, her fingers nervously twisting her hair, and asked softly, "What if I get drunk?"

Dan Sha said, "Then I would be taking advantage of someone's misfortune."

Teng Huang laughed and playfully punched her. "What if you're not drunk?"

Dansha kissed her, saying, "Then we are truly in love."

Gamboge was willing.

After Dansha took the initiative, she cooperated actively, even taking out the small cushion that the mistress had given her.

It was a bit bumpy at first, but it got much better in the next two times.

Late at night, everyone in the Qu residence had gone to bed, and it was quiet.

Only in the guest room in the backyard, Su Rou, who should have left long ago, was pinned down by Shi Yi and ravished again and again.

Before Su Rou's tears could fall into her hair, Shi Yi swallowed them.

She should have known that the person on top of her was an obedient little dog wagging its tail before getting into bed, but in bed she turned into a young, vigorous, and greedy wolf. Yet she always indulged her, time and time again.

Su Rou couldn't tell whether she didn't want to stop him or she really couldn't stop him, so she turned a blind eye and let Shi Yi entangle her in a descent into ecstasy.

She had to admit that only in this way could the worries in her heart dissipate, and only by being made to cry did she feel truly alive.

Su Rou gently tugged at Shi Yi's hair, "Be gentle."

Shi Yi then gently bit down, swallowing all the water.

Whether it's what's in your eyes or elsewhere.

Winter nights are always long, and with the joyous occasion at the Qu residence yesterday, the servants were allowed to sleep in an hour later today. So, after dawn, the entire mansion remained quiet.

On such a quiet and cool morning, the perfect time for sweet dreams, Li Yue'er woke up.

She responded absentmindedly, her face flushed, and then, realizing what was happening, couldn't help but scratch her mistress's shoulders and neck.

They're already married, and she'll be with him every day and night from now on. Why won't she get a good night's sleep?

Between the two of them, who's the one who's really craving more?

Seeing that Li Yue'er was about to cry, Qu Rong kissed the corner of her mouth and then silenced her.

After it was over, Qu Rong raised her hand to wipe away the tears from Li Yue'er's eyes and kissed her forehead, saying, "It's already dawn."

Li Yue'er glared at her.

Qu Rong said confidently, "Good morning, Madam."

Li Yue'er, "..."

Li Yue'er didn't want to get up, so she rolled up the quilt, wrapped herself and Qu Rong together, and went back to sleep for a sweet nap.

Qu Rong, who should have gotten up early to avoid gossip about their excessive lovemaking the night before, "..."

Well, after all, the moon was indeed extremely beautiful last night.

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Housekeeper: My wife was so beautiful last night

Shi Yi: My wife is too.

Cinnabar: My wife too.

Xiaoxiao: Everyone else has a wife? Why am I the only one who hasn't?