Chapter 151 The Marquis is also stupid

Xie Jinglan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his eyes were filled with a terrifying dark color, which was so aroused by her bold and naive approach.

The worries and pain from the wound were completely burned away at this moment.

He suddenly tightened his arms and pressed her into his arms. His hot lips, with unquestionable force, fiercely snatched her breath, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

"Ning'er..." He bit her lips between breaths, wrapped in a surging tide of passion and the danger of losing control, "Good Ning'er... At this moment, you really want to kill me..."

The man, who was already burning hot due to high fever, was completely ignited by her bold words and actions, and the breath he exhaled was even more scorching and terrifying.

Wen Ning felt as if a red-hot iron was pressed against her, causing unbearable tremors wherever it passed.

The scorching heat quickly caused a layer of attractive pink to appear on her fair and smooth skin, just like a red plum blossom suddenly blooming in the snow, gorgeous and fragile.

The soft white undergarment was thrown out of the tent with a little haste and landed lightly on the ground.

The man's burning gaze lingered on her jade-like skin, but suddenly froze——

He saw that the legs were white and slender, and there were two sudden purple bruises on the knees, like a sharp blade, which instantly stung his eyes.

The emotions that had just surged suddenly cooled, replaced by a needle-like heartache and a sudden surge of anger.

He lightly touched the bruise with his fingertips, his voice tense, "Is this... a kneeling injury?"

He didn't dare to think too deeply, for fear of imagining her being wronged in the palace.

Wen Ning's cheeks flushed, her eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously curled up her legs, but was pulled back to her original position by the big hand with slightly calloused skin, and was trapped under his body.

She panted slightly, her eyes like water looking into the man's deep eyes, her voice as soft as a feather, "Yes, that day, Ning'er couldn't bear to see the Marquis kneeling alone outside the palace, so Ning'er wanted to accompany the Marquis..."

Xie Jinglan was startled when he heard that, and then he buried his hot breath into her neck, "Silly Ning'er, my silly Ning'er..."

But he heard Wen Ning's low, soft voice, "My Lord... you're also stupid..."

All the words of blame on the man's lips turned into endless self-blame and pity, "Blame me... It's all my fault..."

The two silly people were once again addicted to each other's intertwined breathing and heartbeats.

The candlelight inside the tent flickered, dimly projecting the closely intertwined figures onto the brocade tent.

Willingly fall into the boundless sea of ​​love together...

On the man's tense back, the thin white gauze was quietly soaked with red spots due to the violent movements, but the extreme joy had already swallowed up all the subtle pain like a surging tide.

Wen Ning felt so hot, so hot, so hot everywhere...

…

The next day, sunlight streamed into the room through the window lattice.

After making love last night, the lingering high fever miraculously subsided. Xie Jinglan now felt refreshed and radiant.

Wen Ning beside him, on the other hand, had a completely different style.

The little girl had a rosy complexion, like a delicate flower nourished by the spring rain, and there was an indescribable charm in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

But her body was still a little sore and weak, and she nestled lazily in his arms like a sated and warm cat.

Xie Jinglan sniffed the faint fragrance on her body greedily, then carefully pulled out his arm that was resting on her head, put on his coat, and stood up to pour a glass of warm water.

Returning to the couch, he gently lifted her up and brought the rim of the cup to her lips.

Last night, he coaxed her insatiably, calling her "husband" hoarsely hundreds of times, and now he was really worried that her mouth would be dry and thirsty.

"Okay Ning'er, drink some water before going to sleep."

Her peach blossom eyes, with a slight red at the corners, slowly opened, and her slightly swollen lips took a sip of warm water on his hand to moisten them.

Wen Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she asked softly in a hazy and hoarse voice, "My Lord... what time is it?"

Xie Jinglan gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips, tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear, and said softly, "It's just past noon."

When Wen Ning heard this, the remaining sleepiness in her eyes instantly disappeared.

It’s already past noon!

She had to return to the palace before dark. Time was precious, so she didn't want to waste it in sleep.

"I'm hungry." She said softly, with a bit of self-righteous pouting.

Every time after being tormented by him like that, she would wake up hungry.

Xie Jinglan's eyes lit up with a gentle smile, and he nodded as if he had expected it. "I've already asked someone to prepare it and keep it warm. I knew you'd be hungry."

As he spoke, he was about to get up and give orders.

Wen Ning, however, grabbed his sleeve, her eyes fixed on his back, and asked worriedly, "My Lord, is the wound on your back...still painful?"

She had thought that he would calm down a little last night because of his high fever and injuries, but she had never expected that he would still be as insatiable as a hungry wolf and would pester her until late at night.

During this time, she was worried about his injuries and tried to ask him to... take it easy, but instead he bit her earlobe and whispered in a hoarse, smiling voice, "Ning'er, are you still thinking about other things right now? It seems that your husband is not trying hard enough..."

She blushed and dared not be distracted anymore.

Xie Jinglan raised his lips in a meaningful arc, and whispered, "Ning'er took such good care of me last night. Even if she was seriously injured, I would have been happy to accept it."

Wen Ning immediately glared at him in reproach and reached out to gently cover his mouth, "Don't say such unlucky words! You won't get hurt again! Bah, bah, bah!"

Xie Jinglan laughed softly at her appearance, and gently lifted her chin with his fingertips, and kissed her three times in succession, his voice low and tender.

"Okay, I won't tell you. Then just kiss me more for the antidote...it'll have the same effect."

After having breakfast with Wen Ning, Xie Jinglan instructed Qing Feng to move all the documents that needed to be processed to the inner room.

He sat upright behind the rosewood desk by the window. Although his eyes were on the documents, his mind was already focused elsewhere.

Looking up slightly, he could see Wen Ning leaning in a rocking chair covered with soft snow fox fur, her slender fingers entwined around the corner of his hanging sleeve, gently twisting it.

The sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, dappling onto the desk and her lazy, graceful figure, warming the inky fabric wrapped around her fingertips.

She didn't even need to say anything. Just such a subtle little movement was already silently expressing her dependence and attachment. Every time he caught a glimpse of her, his heart softened and he wished he could immediately drop his official duties and hold her in his arms.

Wen stared at his profile, his eyes wandering a little, and suddenly asked softly, "My Lord, do you think... should I forgive him on behalf of my mother?"

She is still not used to calling that man "Father Emperor", or rather, she has not really let go of the grudge in her heart about her mother's twenty years of injustice and loneliness.

Emperor Chengxuan had also asked her, "Ning'er... will you hate me? Will you... hate me on behalf of your mother?"