Chapter 99 My heart hurts, rub it

When we returned to Jiaziyuan, the sun was at its warmest.

The icicles under the eaves reflected the fragmented sunlight.

Wen Ning was packing her luggage by the boxes. When she saw the man come in, she stood up to greet him.

She reached out to untie his cloak from his shoulders. As her fingertips touched the collar, she caught a glimpse of the corner of the handkerchief protruding from the cuff.

A speck of dark red on the plain white brocade was eye-catching.

She paused and looked up at him, "My Lord, are you coughing up blood again?"

Xie Jinglan wanted to say "It's okay", but when he saw her slightly furrowed brows, he changed his tone when the words came to his lips.

He lowered his eyes and a soft response escaped from his throat, "Yeah."

Wen Ning immediately turned around and took the pulse pillow, placing it on the stool beside the couch.

Xie Jinglan was quite obedient. He lay down on the couch as she asked and gently placed his wrist on hers.

After a moment, Wen Ning frowned slightly.

"Although the Marquis' pulse is weak, it is still relatively stable, and there is no sign of sudden disturbance of qi and blood."

She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with worry, "How do you feel now, Lord?"

"My heart... hurts so much."

The deliberately suppressed weakness in the ending tone was also wrapped in a somewhat magnified discomfort.

Just as she was about to retract her pulse pillow, he gently grasped her wrist and said, "Ning'er, help me rub it. It should be fine after a little rubbing."

Perhaps it was because the residual poison was inherently strange, and there was no sign of anything wrong with the pulse, but the physical sensation was truly tormenting?

Wen Ning thought so and sat down on the edge of the couch as she was told. She raised her hand and gently covered his chest, massaging it with very slow force.

The man only felt the softness of the slender fingers on his chest, and the movements were cautious. He clearly felt a touch, but it was not real enough, and instead aroused a sense of restlessness in his heart.

"...It's still not working." Xie Jinglan let out a low sigh, sounding a little aggrieved.

Wen Ning paused her fingertips and looked up at him, only to see that he had a forbearing expression and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was in great pain.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally whispered, "Perhaps it's because of the clothes that I can't rub through. Then... Ning'er, can you help me untie the waist belt?"

The man nodded, which was exactly what he wanted.

Wen Ning pursed her lips and reached out to unbutton the jade buckle around his waist.

The waistband of the black brocade robe loosened, and the collar opened a little, revealing the snow-white undergarment underneath.

She gently pushed aside the fabric and put her little hand inside.

Their palms suddenly touched a warm chest, and both of them were slightly startled.

The muscles on his chest were firm, with the toughness of years of martial arts training, but they tensed slightly the moment she touched them.

The chest under her palm was as broad as a mountain. Even if she spread out her whole hand, she couldn't cover half of it. She could only feel carefully along the texture.

When it touched the heart, the little hand slowly moved over the burning area.

Wen Ning lowered her eyes, feeling her heartbeat suddenly become violent under her palm.

Xie Jinglan originally wanted to use his illness to trick the girl into getting close to him, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

Every time the woman's fingertips brushed across a piece of skin, it was like sparks splashing into dry wood.

At this moment, the faint fragrance from her hair lingered on him, mixed with the body fragrance from her clothes. The man felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to one place.

That snow-white neck was so close to me. If I didn't kiss her, I would be burning with desire.

"My Lord, does it still hurt?"

Wen Ning's fingertips were pressing on the tip of his heart, completely unaware of how deadly her soft question was at this moment.

The man suddenly grabbed her neck and mumbled before their lips touched: "It hurts... Try another way to relieve the pain..."

He swallowed up all the remaining sound, then took hold of her small fist that was resting against his chest and gently pressed it down on the couch.

The man knew that he could only satisfy himself orally today, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Helplessly, the big hand pinched that slender waist, not knowing whether to move further or closer...

…

After finishing the trip to Qimei Garden, the carriage traveled away on the road filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Outside the car window, the patches of red plum blossoms gradually faded into pale shadows, and the remaining petals on the branches were blown by the wind and lightly fell into the ruts.

Qimei Garden is really beautiful.

Thousands of trees weigh down the branches, as gorgeous as a sea of ​​clouds.

Even the air is filled with sweet fragrance.

But Wen Ning felt that the story that happened here was too heavy and too bitter.

She sat next to the car window, two feet away from Xie Jinglan, her back straight, her face turned to him sideways, and it was clear that she didn't want to talk.

She was still holding her breath. She had never expected that the great Marquis Anyuan would be so good at feigning illness and weakness and playing tricks on others.

Xie Jinglan leaned on the cushion, his eyes fixed on her tense profile. Seeing her deliberately keeping a distance, a helpless smile appeared in his eyes.

He knew she was still angry, so he didn't say anything and just watched quietly.

After a while, he slowly spoke, breaking the silence, "Why can Ning'er understand that picture album?"

Thinking of her sister Yin'er's album, she slowly turned around.

"Maybe it's because we're both women that we have a tacit understanding."

Xie Jinglan slowly pulled her closer, his fingertips caressing her slightly furrowed brows. "Ning'er is very thoughtful, but sometimes, being too thoughtful can easily hurt yourself."

Wen Ning raised her eyes, with a hint of pleading in them, "My Lord, can you..."

"Yes," the man said softly, guessing what she was about to do. He wrapped his palm around her cool fingers. "I've already sent people to look for her. Even if they have to search through that barren hill, they'll definitely find her body. Once she's properly buried, I'll explain to your master. That way, I'll have an explanation."

"Yes." Upon hearing this, the woman leaned gently into his arms and said with a slightly hoarse nasal voice, "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

…

As soon as the moon-shaped door across the courtyard was pushed open, two figures stepped in one after the other, and a rapid "tapping" sound was heard under their feet.

"Mother! Hou Nie!"

Xibao rushed over with his little arms outstretched, and dived headfirst into his mother's arms. Before his little arms could wrap around her legs, he turned his head to look at the Marquis, his eyes shining like stars, "Marquis, hug me!"

Wen Ning was startled, and hurriedly pulled the little ball towards her, scolding softly, "Xibao, stop messing around."

Although Xibao is a child, he cannot violate the rules of the Marquis' Mansion.

Xie Jinglan bent his fingers and flicked Xibao's plump buttocks, then reached out and grabbed his collar from behind, lifted up the chubby little ball, and walked straight into the house.

"Ah!" Xibao's feet left the ground, his little arms and legs flapping in the air, and he giggled even more happily.

How could Xie Jinglan not know what his Ning'er was thinking? She was probably still thinking about how to teach Xibao to respect the hierarchy and how to behave in this marquis' mansion.

Thinking that the day after tomorrow would be the day to go to Fuyan Mountain to pray for blessings, he wanted to see how his Ning'er would explain it then.