The young lady was worried that the young man's reputation would be damaged, so she turned over and called out to the young man who was sleeping soundly with his arms around her waist.

"Hurry up, it's daylight. If someone comes and sees you, you won't be able to explain yourself."

The young man buried his head in his wife's chest and rubbed it. He felt very satisfied and comfortable, and he didn't even open his eyes.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Wu Yuer thought that someone might come in soon to help her wash up, so she was so anxious that she called for help in a low voice. She pushed Li Lansheng who was sleeping soundly.

"Get up quickly, don't sleep anymore."

She pushed so hard that even a sleeping pig would have woken up.

As she expected, Li Lansheng in her arms felt the push in front of him. He frowned unconsciously and opened his eyes sleepily.

When he opened his eyes and met his wife's anxious face, he smiled drowsily.

Li Lansheng half stood up and held his wife's soft face in his hands, kissing her passionately for a long time before waking up.

"What do you mean? No matter what, you are just afraid that others will know about our relationship."

"I slept yesterday anyway. I don't care about my reputation. If they want to watch, they can watch. I'm not afraid!"

Just listening to what he said, he sounded rude and fierce.

In fact, Li Lansheng was staring at Wu Yuer with tears in his eyes.

I did everything I should have done yesterday, so why am I trying to avoid suspicion the next day? Could it be that I dislike him?

Without thinking, Wu Yuer touched his nose in frustration when she saw Li Lansheng's expression of excruciating pain and guessed that he was overthinking.

She really cared about his reputation, and she had no intention of shirking her responsibilities, not even a little bit.

But Wu Yuer couldn't help feeling guilty when the young man looked at her with the eyes of a heartless woman, although she didn't know why she felt guilty.

With a sigh, the young man covered himself with a thin blanket piled around his waist, his moon-white undershirt open, revealing his half-hidden muscles with neat lines.

It's obvious that he is someone who is not easy to bully, but his face is so broken that it seems like he will lose his temper if he is not coaxed.

Wu Yuer didn't dare to delay, and hurried forward, imitating the way Li Lansheng used to hug her, and hugged his waist.

As soon as she made a move, Li Lansheng, who was pulling away the quilt that was in the way, became aware of the situation and rolled into his wife's arms.

In the arms of the big and cuddly cat-like wife, his hands automatically hooked around her waist, and the whole movement was smooth and flowing.

Even after hugging the person tightly, he didn't say a word, but just buried his listless face in the person's shoulder and didn't move.

I couldn't tell who was hugging whom for a moment. I listened to her silent sobs getting louder and louder in my ears.

Wu Yuer, who had never experienced such a thing, gently touched the person's back and comforted him.

The waiter knocked on the door as usual, and from inside came the same cold and beautiful voice as usual, with a hint of alluring sweetness.

The waitress who never got tired of listening to it every day opened the door.

The maids serving behind them came in one after another with smiles on their faces. As they entered the door, they glanced at the beautiful girl who was about to get out of bed.

The maid with the biggest smile on her face saw another person crawling out from behind the opened bed curtain. The other maids paused in their tracks, their hearts trembling in an instant, and they looked dazed.

The smile on his lips didn't have a chance to fade away and froze on his face.

What they saw, what they saw.

The fairy was ruined by people, the good cabbages were eaten by pigs, and the flowers were stuck in cow dung.

Amidst the grief of the crowd, the fairy finally could not withstand the oppression of imperial power.

In the middle of the bedroom, Li Lansheng signaled with his eyes that the maid who was coming forward to help with dressing should step back.

The young man in a middle-aged shirt walked forward and picked up the tray of scented shirts and skirts.

It seemed that he was planning to help his wife dress herself. Wu Yuer stared with wide eyes and stepped back at a loss, but he was stopped by him first.

"You are my wife. Don't you know that a married man should make the bed, fold the quilt, warm the bed and prepare the clothes for his wife?"

Wu Yuer had no choice but to stretch out her hands to facilitate Li Lansheng's movements. Her face turned red with shame and she subconsciously looked around.

The maids around him said nothing, as if the lewd secrets of the boudoir that the man talked about were just trivial matters that could be told to outsiders.

The girl, feeling that she might have made a big deal out of nothing, let out a sigh.

Li Lansheng is infatuated with Wu Yuer, his wife.

His wife not only has what other people's wives have, but also has the best.

Whatever other wives enjoy, his wife must also enjoy.

Other husbands serve their wives diligently and without complaint. Now that he has a wife, he not only serves her diligently and without complaint, but also enjoys doing it.

Helped the wife put on her dress and do her makeup.

The lover who was bathed in rain and dew was like a butterfly showing off his affection. Most of the female and male servants who served him personally in the inner courtyard were poisoned by him.

Pingping is the worst among them.

"Pingping, do you think my robe looks good?"

Like a male peacock spreading its tail to court a mate, Pingping listened to his master's question and looked over without any precautions. At that time, he did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

The simple Pingping looked carefully at the robe on his master.

The material is deep purple, with gorgeous dark patterns embossed on it, and it sparkles in the sunlight.

The cuffs and lapels are embroidered with auspicious patterns, which is low-key yet luxurious.

While thinking this in my mind, I also praised the clothes for their bright colors, good styles and beautiful patterns.

Li Lansheng touched the slippery material with great care and looked up at him.

Pingping didn't know if his eyesight was blurry due to old age, but he could see the smug look on his master's face.

"Your mistress picked it out. She praised your master's fair skin, saying it would complement any darker color."

With the corners of his mouth twitching, the young man imitated the situation by pulling out his wrists hidden by his large sleeves, revealing a white complexion.

Well, it’s true, his mistress has impeccable taste. The dark purple color really suits his master.

As flamboyant as a butterfly, the empress in the palace heard that her brother had been wearing purple clothes for several days in a row, and asked about it out of curiosity. The emperor did not hide it at all.

"My wife likes me to wear purple. My skin is white and it looks good."

After getting the answer, the royal family hated themselves for being so curious, which was no different from eating dog shit raw.

Ah! So proud, like someone who has no wife.

Just because your wife praises you for being pretty, you show off in public every day. You're wagging your tail so happily before you get married, but now that you're married, you're going to be so proud of yourself.

Li Lansheng doesn't know what others think, and even if he does, he wouldn't care.

But he could tolerate the jealous faces of people who complained that the grapes were sour because they couldn't have them.

From that day on, Pingping, as Li Lansheng's close associate, fell into dire straits unilaterally.

"Last night, my wife insisted on clinging to me and I had to hold her in my arms to sleep. Alas, how can she live without me?"

Then Pingping saw his master, who was chattering and showing off in front of him, turned around and spoke to him seriously.

"How do you know she can't leave me? Forget it, she won't let me talk about our affairs, if you hadn't said anything."

Pingping with a wry smile on his face.

Did he ask!!!

Did he ask!!!

My Lord and Master! This servant's mouth has never been opened from beginning to end!