Chapter 81: Meet at Fuyan Mountain Again

The fragrance of the medicine was a very light scent of grass and wood, so clear that it made people feel awake, and it had a warmth that came from being exposed to the sun.

Then it was wrapped in a layer of soft jasmine fragrance, like jasmine blooming for the first time after the rain, with the sweetness of water vapor, neither strong nor pungent, creating a fragrance that is both clean and lingering.

Sure enough, her body odor now was the same as when she was in the thatched hut.

The man was almost certain, his eyes rippling in the dim light. He put his nose behind her ear and sniffed deeply. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Ning'er's body fragrance has changed again?"

Hearing this, the woman's eyelashes trembled like frightened butterfly wings. She turned her head and buried her face in the pillow, saying intermittently: "Ever since Xibao... was weaned... this fragrance... has returned to its original state..."

"Ning'er is amazing," the man said, his movements extremely gentle, igniting tiny shivers in every inch of skin his fingertips touched. "Is there anything about Ning'er that I don't know?"

Wen Ning was so aroused by him that her whole body went limp. She shook her head subconsciously, "No, no more..."

Xie Jinglan gently bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse as if quenched by fire, "Ning'er won't tell me, then I will search for it bit by bit..."

The clothes fell to the ground, the golden hooks of the bed curtains were tugged by the man, making a clanging sound, and the hanging gauze curtains separated a dim world.

He tried his best to please her, but he didn't give her enough satisfaction.

It wasn't until her eyes turned red and she begged him with tears in her eyes that he finally agreed to give...

…

The sunlight outside the window has climbed to the center of the window frame. The golden light shines through the gauze curtains, casting a charming shadow on the mattress.

Wen Ning was still buried in his arms, her hair wet with sweat, sticking to her hot cheeks, and even her breathing was trembling slightly.

The man looked down at her, his fingertips gently stroking her sweaty hair, his voice still hoarse from just resting: "I'll ask someone to bring some water."

“Don’t, don’t scream…”

Her slender fingers suddenly grasped his wrist, and her fingertips carried the warmth that had just emerged from the quilt.

In broad daylight, if the maids were to come in with a copper basin, just thinking about it would make me unable to go out today.

The man looked at her embarrassed look, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he nodded as she wished.

The big palm gently patted the back of her hand, as if to comfort her.

Wen Ning just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to retract her hand when she heard him suddenly raise his voice. His tone was his usual calm and steady tone, carrying an unquestionable order.

"Someone, prepare some hot water."

The sound spread in the quiet afternoon and was clearly heard outside the yard.

"Yes, my lord, young lady."

Wanqing in the corridor responded crisply, with a slightly rising tone at the end, carrying an unconcealable sweetness.

Inside the door, Wen Ning's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. Her face flushed red instantly. She glared at him in anger and embarrassment, "My Lord, you..."

She couldn't think of any words to scold him for a long time, so she could only shrink into his arms, wishing she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Xie Jinglan chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing across her burning cheek, "When Ning'er begged me just now, she wasn't this shy."

When Wen Ning heard this, her body stiffened suddenly, and her face buried in his arms became even hotter.

"You... stop talking!" She reached out to cover his mouth, but he took her fingertips into his mouth.

Seeing her sulking in his arms and refusing to come out, Xie Jinglan felt his heart soften. He stroked her sweat-soaked hair and said with a low laugh, "Okay, I won't say anymore."

Wen Ning lay still in his arms for a moment, listening to his steady heartbeat, and her chaotic mood gradually calmed down.

She gently pushed his chest and whispered, "My Lord, I want to leave the house tomorrow."

Xie Jinglan was playing with a strand of her hair that fell on her chest. He paused when he heard her words and looked down at her: "What's the matter?"

She lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously picking at the corner of the quilt, and tentatively said, "I want to go... find a place to stay."

The moment she said this, she held her breath and quietly raised her eyes to glance at his expression.

I thought he would frown and ask further questions, or directly refuse with a sullen face, but unexpectedly, he was silent for a moment, and then replied lightly: "Okay."

Wen Ning was stunned, her eyes full of surprise.

The man deliberately ignored her surprise and pinched her chin with his fingertips. He said, "How about I help Ning'er find a place to live and Ning'er also do something with me?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ning asked cautiously, "What do you want to do with the Marquis?"

"The old lady's birthday is coming up in a few days." He slid his fingertips to her lips and gently stroked them. "How about accompanying me to pray for the old lady?"

Wen Ning nodded. The old lady treated her kindly, so she was willing to pray for her.

“Where can we pray?”

"We've been to Fuyan Mountain and Xuanfu Temple before."

As soon as Wen Ning heard the words "Fuyan Mountain", her body suddenly stiffened, and her fingertips, which had just relaxed, instantly clenched his clothes with such force that even her knuckles turned white.

Xie Jinglan immediately noticed her strangeness. His eyes darkened slightly. He raised his hand to stroke her tense back, and his voice was inquiring. "Why? Could it be that because Ning'er escaped from there last time, the mention of that place makes you want to run away again?"

Wen Ning was speechless after what he said. She could only bite her lip and glare at him, but her eyes were red.

Xie Jinglan looked at her trembling eyelashes and immediately suppressed the teasing in his eyes. He said softly, "It's okay, it's okay if Ning'er doesn't want to go with me."

"No, no..." Her fingertips slowly loosened the wrinkled collar and she took a deep breath. "I am willing to go with the Marquis."

…

On the second day, Xie Jinglan really took time out to accompany Wen Ning to find a place to live.

The carriage stopped outside the most reputable Fangya shop in the capital. The shop plaque was inscribed with three elegant small characters "Zhenyueli", which revealed the confidence of an old business.

As soon as you enter the door, there are seven or eight pear wood round tables inside. The shop is much more spacious than ordinary shops. There is an entire wooden rack on the back wall, with hundreds of vermilion lacquered wooden signs stacked on top of each other.

The signs were written in neat handwriting, listing the address, layout and price of each house. Some were even covered with a thin layer of rice paper with a simple sketch of the courtyard drawn on it.

Seven or eight people in the room each have their own duties, but they are busy but not chaotic.

A quick-witted Fang Ya heard the noise and looked up. Seeing the two men dressed in elegant clothes, he quickly stood up and bowed.

"Please come in, my dear guests! Are you looking for a house or a shop? We have everything from small courtyards with individual entrances to large houses with three entrances. I guarantee you'll find what you're looking for!"

Wen Ning was about to speak and was about to say: Just find a small courtyard that can accommodate mother and son, simple and neat.

The words were still on the tip of his tongue when Xie Jinglan said, "Since it's a family of three, a three-story courtyard is also fine."

As Xie Jinglan spoke, his eyes swept over the wooden signs on the shelves that indicated three entrances and a cross-courtyard.

"Three, three?"

Wen Ning suddenly looked up at him, her eyes full of surprise.

She and Xiaobao are two people, so how can there be three of them?

Fang Ya was a smart man. Seeing this, he immediately realized what was happening and the smile on his face became even warmer.

"Oh, a three-courtyard house is great. It's bright and spacious, and it'll be big enough for more people to live in. We happen to have two suitable ones here. One is on Fushun Street, with a beautiful cross-courtyard. The other is in Fanghua Lane, next to the running water, with beautiful scenery and cool in the summer."