Chapter 35: Don’t trust a man’s words easily.
Zhou Xian sweated a lot.
His temples were wet, and his eyelashes were like wet crow feathers, falling on his rosy cheeks, trembling with his breathing.
(……)
Zhang Jinwei leaned over and kissed his hair: "It will be fine soon."
Zhou Xian asked, "Can I sleep later?"
Zhang Jinwei sighed: "No."
Zhou Shan was practically on the verge of tears, her fingers tightly clenched around the quilt, her head buried in it, letting the man toy with her. A moment passed? Two? Zhou Shan couldn't tell.
(……)
"You want..." Zhou Xian, confused, turned and looked at Zhang Jinwei with wet eyes. Zhang Jinwei smiled, his face still tinged with sweat. He lowered his head and kissed Zhou Xian from her eyelashes down. When he reached her lips, he whispered, "Mouth... let me see your mouth."
"Mouth?" Zhou Xian asked in confusion. She slightly opened her rosy lips, revealing a little bit of bright red and soft thing, which she held between her pearly teeth like a tender petal.
Zhang Jinwei held the petal in his mouth and kissed it deeply.
"Hmm!" Zhou Shan was caught off guard by this man. After kissing him for a while, he realized that his real intention wasn't the wine, but... It was the first time Zhou Shan had felt this way. He had disguised himself as a woman, and in many things, he had almost become accustomed to his assumed identity. He read those storybooks and read those love stories, but it was like seeing flowers in the fog. He just thought they were human affairs, but he never felt moved. He was more pure and detached than monks and nuns.
(……)
Before Zhou Xian lost consciousness completely, he could only curse in his heart. He clamped the man with his legs again, but this time was different from before. He was no longer indifferent, but fell into the vast sea of love with the man.
"Hanhan, do you know what we're going to do next?" Zhang Jinwei bit Zhou Han's red earlobe, smiling. "I remember Hanhan is afraid of pain, right?"
Zhou Xian couldn't hear what he was saying. His ears were buzzing, but he knew the man was talking. He wanted to shake his head but he didn't have the strength. His head was shaking all over the place. He heard the man whisper in his ear, "My dear."
Is he very well behaved?
…
Zhou Xian woke up in a daze.
He heard the maid's soft footsteps outside, birds chirping on the branches, and all sorts of rustling noises. He tried to move, but he felt sore and weak, from his waist to his legs, it didn't feel like his own. Fortunately, his body was dry, and the sticky stuff had been wiped away, making him less embarrassed.
In fact, Zhou Xian didn't remember many details of the second half of the night. He was worried about whether the bed was strong enough and whether his waist would be broken. Anyway, no matter how much he cried, it was useless, so he rolled his eyes and fainted.
When I woke up and thought about it again, I felt extremely ashamed.
Zhou Xian quietly moved the arm that was holding him away and turned over to face the sleeping Zhang Jinwei. He moved slightly, and his back ached so much that he couldn't help but hiss. Feeling wronged, he raised his foot and gently kicked the man in front of him in the calf.
"You're the only one who can sleep soundly and feel at ease..." Zhou Shan muttered angrily, reaching out to pinch the man's nose, as if she was going to suffocate him. Halfway through, Zhou Shan felt bored and leaned back on the man's shoulder, distressed. "You're such a strange person! I thought you wouldn't be able to accept it... Are you a homosexual?"
Besides, this guy was so skilled on the couch last night, he must be a natural born homosexual! The more Zhou Xian thought about it, the more he felt that it was true. He figured it out and slipped back into bed, intending to take a nap, but Zhang Jinwei suddenly turned over and pressed him down.
"Why do you feel this way?" Zhang Jinwei buried his head in his neck and asked in a muffled tone.
Zhou Xian didn't want to talk anymore. He slowly curled himself up into a ball. His face was burning. He didn't know how to face the people around him.
He is actually very thin-skinned.
Zhang Jinwei touched his head through the quilt, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Manhood is prevalent in the Jiangnan area, and these things... are not surprising. Does it matter who you like, whether it's a man or a woman? When I was young, there were several young prostitutes and a woman who never married living next door to my uncle's house. The neighbors were all unacceptable to the secular world, but they were no different from me..." The only difference might be the way of having sex.
That's not it.
Zhou Xian buried himself in the quilt and asked quietly, "Don't you think I lied to you?"
Zhang Jinwei was surprised at first, then laughed and said, "You've lied to me so many times, how could this be the only one?" He paused, then sighed, "You've been hiding in the palace for so many years, it must have been difficult. How could I possibly say anything harsh to you?"
"..." Zhou Xian sighed imperceptibly, and then asked, "Don't you want someone to carry on your family line? I can't have children anyway, so you—"
"I won't take a concubine." Zhang Jinwei was helpless. He reached under the covers and pinched Zhou Xian's cheek. "What are you thinking? No offspring, no offspring. I don't really like babies. Besides, there are so many people in the world who want to carry on the family line. What does it matter if I have one more or one less?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xian threw back the covers, his hair a mess. He sat up suddenly and glared at Zhang Jinwei. "That's not what you said last night. You said..." He was halfway through when he suddenly stopped and blushed so hard that blood almost dripped out. He thought Zhang Huaiyu was such a lecher. How could he say such a thing? He looked so serious, but the love words he said at that time were not serious at all, even more explicit than those written in erotic novels.
Zhang Jinwei frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized something. He smiled with an ambiguous meaning: "Xianxian, remember this in the future, you can't believe what a man says when he is drunk, and you can't believe what he says on the couch either." As soon as he finished speaking, a soft pillow stuffed with cotton flew across and hit him squarely on the head.
what to do?
Zhou Xian wrapped herself back in the quilt, feeling despair. She wondered if her husband was mentally unstable and whether she should see a miracle doctor. While he was lost in thought, Zhang Jinwei reached under the quilt again and gently rubbed his stomach. He then realized he was only wearing an undershirt, with almost nothing else on.
"Sleep a little longer." Zhang Jinwei hugged the soft pillow Zhou Xian threw to him, staring deeply at the small bulge on the couch. He couldn't help but chuckle, "I'll call you when we're almost ready to leave, okay?"
Zhou Shan didn't want to pay any attention to him, sulking in her blankets. Zhang Jin smiled and stood up from the couch, straightening his clothes while thinking that if Zhou Shan were really a cat, she would probably sweep him with her big tail right now.
When daybreak arrived and everything was ready, Zhang Jinwei returned to the inner room and pulled Zhou Shan out from under the layers of bedding, where she was in a messy sleep. He changed Zhou Shan's clothes, choosing a long gown with a stand-up collar to cover the red marks on her neck, and then called the maids in to dress her.
Zhou Shan didn't want to comb his hair or put on makeup. He got into the carriage with his hair loose, intending to find another place to sleep. This carriage was also carefully prepared by Feng Gui. It was spacious and comfortable, with very soft cushions. Zhou Shan pulled a blanket over him and was about to close his eyes when Wang Xiang's voice came from outside the carriage.
Wang Xiang said, "I, under the order of His Majesty, am escorting the princess back to Yan'an Prefecture. I have also taken the horse slave that Governor Feng sent with her. Does the princess have any other instructions?"
Zhou Xian was silent.
He still couldn't face Wang Xiang and didn't know what to say to this eunuch. The friendship between teacher and student in their youth was nothing but a mirage. Wang Xiang was sent by that person to monitor him. After he knew the truth, he felt a thorn in his heart no matter what.
"It's all right," Zhou Xian said calmly. "Eunuch Wang is the criminal officer of the Eastern Depot. Everything is under his control. What can I do?"
Outside the carriage, Wang Xiang, leading the docile horse, heard Zhou Shan's cold, dispassionate voice and looked up at the sky. He instantly recalled the past ten years of silent companionship, the years of solitude and desolation in the palace, the few moments of warmth he had received only from Concubine Jing and Zhou Shan. If he hadn't been Emperor Yongchang's loyal follower, he might have remained silently by Zhou Shan's side for the rest of his life. Thinking of this, Wang Xiang sighed silently and turned to walk to the front of the convoy.
The child had reason to blame him.
but……
Wang Xiang and Zhang Jin passed each other and he bowed respectfully to him, but the movement in the inner room last night emerged in his mind.
The Qingliu faction now knows that Zhou Shan is a prince, so is this marriage really useful?
Wang Xiang thought that the two were just playing around, but now it seems that they are really a couple.
This is not good.
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