The horses' hooves landed lightly on the ground, and three large flat-top carriages stopped at the steps of the hanging flower gate in front of the main courtyard. The palace banquet that lasted for almost a whole day finally ended at nightfall.

The marquis's lady's formal dress was heavier than her previous one. It was quite tiring to wear it for a whole day. Su Ci took it off when she got home, took a hot bath, and wrapped herself in a thin silk robe. Only then did she feel light and refreshed.

It's late at night.

The sky was full of stars, it was slightly cool after the rain, the sound of cicadas faded away, and the long night was quiet. Su Ci sat on the windowsill and looked at the stars for a while, leaning her head on the window frame, her feet gently swinging.

It was late at night and the main courtyard was close to the front courtyard, and the faint sound of stringed instruments could be heard in front.

Her posture still looked so relaxed and cheerful, but Mrs. Zhang and her maids were very cautious. There was no other reason. As the three large flat-topped carriages were returning home, there were also two sedan chairs following behind. The main courtyard and the front courtyard were closely related, and they had already found out who was in the two sedan chairs.

They probably thought that the lady was forcing a smile.

Su Ci looked at them, wanting to say something but not daring to. They were all so cautious, as if they were holding a bomb. It was a little funny.

It's not that serious.

To be honest, Su Ci had known for a long time that as Yang Yanzong rose through the ranks, this day would come sooner or later.

There are always women that even he can't refuse, like the two today.

Of course, in the eyes of today's men, there is probably no need to refuse at all, right?

Men like Su Di, her biological father in this life, are actually weird.

So, in fact, her ideal state of this marital relationship at the beginning was to live together. People cannot fight against the environment. If you don't have the ability to revolutionize, then just lie down and make do. She can still live a happy life.

It’s all Yang Yanzong’s fault. He’s not satisfied with just having sex, and he wants to have sex with his heart.

She clicked her tongue.

It's a little funny, but not very sad. After all, it's expected. She enjoys life in the moment but that doesn't mean she is an ostrich. She knows it very well in her heart.

But it's still very embarrassing.

The touch I had felt from his sincerity some time ago was instantly blown away by the cold wind.

After looking at Xingzi for a while and seeing everyone's expressions, she was speechless and felt a little bored.

All right! She admitted that the reality of the world was suddenly depressing. It was always very bad to share a man and a toothbrush with others. Listening to the lingering music in the front yard, she smiled and shook her head.

It's so miserable. It seems she needs to adjust her mindset and treat Yang Yanzong like a duck.

It took some time for her to recover from the fear. Fortunately, she touched her abdomen and found that she was not injured. There had been a lot of rain recently, and her wound had not healed for long. She would still feel a dull pain whenever it rained or was windy.

Okay, go to sleep!

It was getting late, and it was time for Su Ci to go to bed. She stretched her waist, yawned, and jumped off the windowsill.

It is better to sleep than to be sad. No matter what, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow morning. Don't torture yourself instead of others. It is not Su Ci's style to shed tears for the flowers and feel sad for the birds. It is even more impossible for her to stay up all night and cry for such a trivial matter.

It’s better to go to sleep. The more shitty your life feels, the more you should be nicer to yourself.

Su Ci rubbed his face, went into the house, closed the door, blew out the light, and went to sleep.

…

The lights in the back house were off, but the front yard was brightly lit.

The sound of stringed instruments rang out, the dancers danced gracefully, the sound of the pipa became higher and higher in pitch and rapidity, and the beautiful girl in the center of the stage spun more and more rapidly. Her light crimson gauze dress fluttered in the air, revealing a section of her snow-white neck and waist. The audience cheered loudly, and at the end the beautiful girl was lifted up, and she danced in the sky, and then prostrated herself on the ground.

Yang Yanzong said: "Reward."

Meiji thanked for the reward tenderly, knelt down and then stood up, breathing lightly and taking light steps, leading her companions to walk around the audience seats in the hall and go down the stage.

Some of the soldiers below were honest and rude. They directly pulled one of them into their arms. Everyone laughed loudly and stretched out their hands to embrace the girl. The girl smiled coquettishly, chuckled and raised the wine jar. The former held her hand and drank it all in one gulp.

Yang Yanzong sat in the first seat, watching with a smile, not taking it as an offense.

This batch of concubines were recently purchased from various dance studios of all sizes in Jiangnan. They were selected by trusted aides, and it seems that they put a lot of effort into it, without bringing shame to the Marquis' Mansion.

All those present were his trusted subordinates, and most of them had participated in the palace coup. After the thrilling incident, he naturally had to reward them well.

Since Uncle Kun and Queen Kun held a banquet for them in the palace, he would naturally also hold a banquet for his confidants. This was inevitable.

Yang Yanzong entered the palace and a banquet was also held at home. When he returned home, the second banquet was just about to begin. This second banquet was equally important.

Men in the army risk their lives for their future, so their emotions are more intense and they let loose more when it comes to eating, drinking and having fun. Besides, everyone present today is their own people, so there is nothing to hide.

After Yang Yanzong returned home, the banquet in the mansion began to get into full swing. Everyone watched dancing, ate, drank, hugged women, laughed and cursed loudly. Of course, toasts were indispensable. By the end of the banquet, everyone was staggering, and many people had already fallen down with their arms around the beautiful girls.

Yang Yanzong was offered the most drinks, and today, he accepted all the drinks and drank twice in a row. By the end, even though he could drink a lot, his face was flushed and he was obviously drunk.

He leaned on the armrest of the first seat, supporting his head with his hands. The two imperial tribute girls who had been kneeling obediently on the left and right of his desk, now held wine bottles, looked at him seductively, and leaned over gently, "My Lord~"

The charming exotic beauty, with her beautiful eyes conveying affection, kneels close to you, presenting you a bottle of fine wine in the most humble and seductive posture, her breath smelling like orchid.

Yang Yanzong took the bottle of wine and leaned against the back of the large armchair for a long time. There were soft music in the hall and the candlelight was very bright. He stared at the huge lamp for a long time and suddenly felt it was a bit dazzling. He stretched out his hand to block it, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. Gong Ji was overjoyed and hurriedly knelt forward, pressed her chest against the armchair, and filled another glass for him.

Yang Yanzong's eyes were unusually blurry. He had been drunk so much that his consciousness was a little dazed, but his mind was surprisingly clear. He knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. He stared at the seductive Gong Ji who was almost clinging to him for a while, and suddenly asked, "Where is she? What is she doing?"

Gong Ji was stunned by this sudden remark, but Akang, Azhao and others understood it immediately. They looked at each other and felt a little scalp-tingling, but they still reported the truth honestly. Akang said carefully: "Madam, Madam has gone to bed."

Akang specially sent someone to take a sneak peek, but Su Ci closed the door, blew out the light and went to bed on time, so he wasn't late at all.

After he finished speaking, the audience at the top table fell silent for a moment. Akang and Azhao did not dare to say a word. They lowered their heads and took a step back.

Yang Yanzong was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

Some facts, which have warmed up in recent times or have been obscured by the parties involved intentionally or unintentionally, have been suddenly made clear.

Yang Yanzong once again realized very clearly that she didn't care about him at all.

She treated him just like that, taking when she said to take and letting go when she said to let go.

Her feelings are probably like the water at the bottom of the bottle. It’s not that there is no water, but it’s just a very shallow layer, so it wouldn’t be too sad to pour it out.

Yang Yanzong was furious for a moment, but the excessive clarity of the matter made his heart suddenly turn cold, and he lost all interest in an instant. Looking at the table full of delicious food and fine wine, they were no longer interesting.

The Gong Ji was stunned for a moment. Just as she was about to persuade him to drink with a coquettish smile, she giggled and Yang Yanzong suddenly looked over at her.

That cold and indifferent look made her heart tremble and she suddenly lost her voice.

Yang Yanzong said calmly: "Take these two women to Muxiang Hall."

Akang Azhao responded and immediately invited the two tribute girls to Muxiang Hall.

This Muxiang Hall is located between the front yard and the back yard. It is not where the dancers and opera troupe live, but it has not yet been incorporated into the backyard. When the previous owner of this mansion designed and built it, its function was similar to the east and west enclosures of the Qianqing Palace, where those girls who served the master but had no official status lived.

Yang Yanzong wanted everyone to have fun, so he stayed in his mansion. He told the waiters at the banquet to take good care of them, and then he got up and left.

His steps were a little slow at first, but returned to normal once he left the main hall. As the night wind blew, he walked to the Muxiang Hall with a calm expression.

The two tribute girls were taken away, cleaned, and sent to a room in the front and back yards respectively.

Yang Yanzong stood still in the courtyard. The flowers and trees swayed slightly, and two young men with figures and clothes very similar to Yang Yanzong came out from the darkness. They were even more formal than Yang Yanzong himself, who was in casual clothes. In the shadows, they seemed to be exactly the same.

The two men knelt down to greet each other, and Yang Yanzong said calmly: "Go, when the matter is over, these two women will be yours as rewards." There is no need to feel psychologically burdened.

The two men responded, and one of them pushed the door and entered one of the side rooms. Soon, the sound of Meiji's soft and charming voices and sexual intercourse could be heard from inside. After the first man came out, the second man also went to the second courtyard.

The flowers and trees were lush and the shadows flickered. Yang Yanzong snorted coldly. These two tribute girls were very well-behaved, charming and seductive. It was obvious that they had been trained by Kun for a long time. Of course, maybe they were raised by Kun since childhood. After all, they were tribute girls, and Wusun did tribute a group of dancers last year. But whether they were these dozen or so, only God knows.

snort.

Thinking of getting a woman like this to be by his side is just a dream!

Yang Yanzong did not touch the two tribute girls, but he did not return to his room either. He left Akang and Azhao to guard the Muxiang Courtyard, and he quietly returned to the outer study.

The problem between him and Su Ci was brought up so subtly and abruptly.

He felt a breath stuck in his chest. He wanted everyone to think that he was sleeping in Muxiang Courtyard, including the main courtyard. Yang Yanzong walked into the study with a gloomy face, tried to untie the collar of his cloak with one hand, but without tearing it open, he kicked the leg of the long table hard.

…

In the following Yangdu, there were many banquets, big and small. Some people invited Yang Yanzong, and some Yang Yanzong hosted banquets for others, but the former were obviously much more numerous. Yang Yanzong had an indifferent personality, but he was not ignorant of the ways of the world. Of course he would go to those who were supposed to go, and he was very busy with official and private banquets throughout April.

Among them, the most visited place was Duke Kun's Mansion. Duke Kun loved luxury and extravagance. In the past, he was somewhat restrained when the old emperor was around, but now he has no scruples at all and entertained all of Kun's trusted civil and military officials, as well as Yang Yanzong and Ji Yuanhao, the heroes who forced the emperor to abdicate.

The singing was graceful and the performance was gorgeous. The private banquet in the mansion was even more relaxed than the banquet in the imperial palace. The dancing girls were so charming and attractive that some of them were only wearing a tulle. Their snow-white skin was shining with sweat under the bright light. Everyone cheered loudly and some of them were so impatient that they hugged the girl who was pouring wine beside them and kissed her on the spot.

As the saying goes, guests should follow the host's wishes and subordinates should follow the example of their superiors. Uncle Kun loves this, so the style of the banquet was naturally open to the extreme.

Even in the subsequent few games, the atmosphere was getting more and more exciting. Not only were people hugging, teasing and playing around, but some even started having sex on the spot.

Uncle Kun did not take it as an offense. He laughed and made fun of it. He even ordered someone to serve wine to boost the mood on the spot, and told everyone to just have fun. A banquet is of course a place for fun, so don't be restrained and just enjoy yourself!

In this kind of environment, even if you don't feel comfortable saying this in public, you just go with the flow to avoid being out of place. It's not a big deal anyway.

But even so, Yang Yanzong didn't do it.

Ji Nu was next to him, and he didn't push her away. Ji Nu poured wine for him, and he sipped it. He seemed to be the same as everyone else, but in the end he didn't do it.

Gradually, some people figured out the routine. Even though they were currently in the same party, not everyone was convinced by Yang Yanzong. He was so young, yet he already had such a high position of power. He and Ji Yuanhao were very conspicuous.

Normally it was fine, but after drinking too much, some people would stagger over and taunt him, “Come on, Brother Yang! I heard that you love your wife, but I’ve never heard that you are a henpecked husband, hahaha…”

The so-called henpecked husband, who is controlled by his wife to the point that even women dare not approach him, does not really have a good reputation nowadays. To a certain extent, it is equivalent to being an incompetent coward.

Yang Yanzong's face darkened and he glanced around. Uncle Kun heard the noise and sat up. "Hey, what are you arguing about, He Yuan! Did you drink too much horse urine?! Go back quickly!!"

He threw a wine glass at the man, cursed him a few times, and cursed him back.

"Come on, come on, let's drink! Don't ruin the harmony!"

At this time, Kun Guojiu and Yang Yanzong were still in their honeymoon period. Yang Yanzong didn't say this to offend him, but he didn't get angry. He just laughed and said, "Newlyweds are different from us!"

Everyone started laughing too.

This episode just passed like that, but just because Uncle Kun tried to smooth things over and scolded one person, it doesn’t mean there won’t be a second or third one.

As time went by, even Ji Yuanhao advised privately: "Why are you doing this? It's just a toy."

She is just a dancer who is not worth taking seriously. She only plays for fun and doesn't even bring her home. What's the point of doing this?

Yeah, why bother?

Yang Yanzong also asked himself the same question: All women in the world are like this, why is she the only one who is not like this? !

He was filled with anger and drunkenness. He threw down the wine bottle and pulled the girl next to him into his arms. The girl was overjoyed and took the opportunity to flatter him. She leaned against the man's chest and raised the wine bottle with her hand, which was stained with bright red. She exhaled like an orchid: "My Lord~"

Yang Yanzong held her hand and finished it all in one swoop.

Meiji giggled coquettishly, looking charming and attractive. She leaned against his chest and rubbed against him. Her jade-like arms were wrapped around his neck. She sniffed at his Adam's apple and jaw with her seductive eyes and tilted up her snow-white neck.

If he took one more step and moved his hand, he would be able to tear the shirt of this beautiful girl, but he just lacked this point. He moved his hand but couldn't reach any further!

He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. Su Ci's peaceful smile flashed before his eyes. She had been motionless. He had a hunch that she seemed to be waiting for something.

He had a beast-like intuition that if he tore her like this, he would lose her forever!

The beautiful girl waited for a while, but there was no movement. She continued to complain and began to stroke his neck with her arms like a snake. But Yang Yanzong suddenly stood up and kicked her away!

He touched her neck and kicked her very hard. Meiji screamed and overturned the table with a clang, breaking the plates and cups into pieces. Meiji covered her chest and curled up on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Ji Yuanhao was surprised by this sudden action, but before he could ask, Yang Yanzong turned around and rushed out like a whirlwind!

This was a private banquet of Yang Yanzong and Ji Yuanhao, held in the flower hall of Yang Yanzong's mansion. Ji Yuanhao spilled half of the wine bottle that he raised to his lips, paused, and couldn't help laughing for a long time. It was a bit funny, so he shook his head and continued to raise the bottle to his lips calmly.

Yang Yanzong, such a cold-blooded and ruthless character, unexpectedly, has such an interesting side.

It's quite interesting.

As soon as Yang Yanzong rushed out of the main hall, the night wind blew on his face. The dim night covered the last ray of afterglow of the sunset. It was a little cold and a little hot, rolling, just like his emotions at this moment.

Yang Yanzong turned around and rushed into the main courtyard. His steps were so quick and hasty that they scared the maid in the corridor and caused a basket of new cotton cloth that had just been dried in the sun to fall over. Su Ci in the room heard this and exclaimed, "What..." What happened?

She had just come out of the shower and was wearing only a clean nightgown. She turned her head to look at the closed window. The next moment, she rushed up the corridor with hurried and heavy steps. Yang Yanzong kicked open the door of the room and rushed in like a whirlwind.

Su Ci was startled and quickly pulled off her cloak to wrap her body. She looked back in surprise, but before she could turn around, she was embraced by a heavy and foul-smelling embrace. Yang Yanzong grabbed her shoulders and turned her over, so that they were facing each other.

With a "clang", he knocked over the candlestick, and half of the room fell into darkness. In the shadow of the closet, she was pushed back several steps by his momentum, and her back hit the snow-white wall.

Yang Yanzong's breathing was very heavy, his eyes were bloodshot, whether it was because of emotion or alcohol, he held her shoulders tightly and panted for a while, "...I don't want anyone else, and I won't touch anyone else, give me your heart!!!"