Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Relax
The curtains were lowered, and the night-shining pearls on the top of the tent cast a dim halo of light.
The crimson court robe and the snow-white inner garment were intertwined, laying messily and ambiguously on the jade tiles.
Their skin touched each other through a thin layer of cloth in front of them, and the heat from their bodies warmed up Leng Yu.
Jiang Hexue's lips and tongue were blocked, and she couldn't speak. She could only hug Shen Qingchen's neck and sob softly.
His movements were even more violent than on her birthday, as if he were the one taking the Chinese medicine. Her tongue felt numb, and her legs twisted and spread unbearably. She knew she couldn't bear it, but she longed for more.
The thin silk cloth was quickly soaked with sweat and stuck to the body. The embroidery patterns were itchy and the knots on the back were uncomfortable.
When he finally got a chance to catch his breath, Jiang Hexue grabbed his hand and stretched it back: "I feel uncomfortable..."
Hook your long fingers around it, and easily open it, and the extremely thin lace will wrap around your fingertips.
Shen Qingchen didn't let go, his eyes were dark, with a hint of red at the corners, and he half-raised himself to look at her.
He didn't look around, just stared into her eyes without blinking.
Blurred and dazed, her eyelashes trembled like the small fan he had fanned her with in the summer before.
She lay in the rocking chair, enjoying herself contentedly, holding half a watermelon in her hand and eating it with a jade spoon.
She scooped the spoonful from the center and gave it to him. When she said "the sweetest", her eyes curved into a smile, and her pupils reflected his figure clearly.
His heart was beating like a pounding drum at that time, and now when he lowered his head to taste it, he was not the only one whose heartbeat was rapid.
Jiang Hexue made a very soft "woo" sound, put her hands on his shoulders, tilted her head, and exposed her red ears to him.
He lowered his head again and felt her smooth and trembling skin.
His palms unconsciously clenched tighter, and his possessiveness spread endlessly. He almost wanted to rub her into his bones and blood, so that he would not be afraid of being separated from her again.
"Be gentle..." Jiang Hexue raised her eyes. "Zhao Hua."
Shen Qingchen lost his strength little by little, kissed the corner of her lips lightly, and his hoarse voice fell into her ears: "Like this?"
It was fierce just now, but now it was as gentle as red plum petals falling into the snow. Jiang Hexue couldn't suppress her instinct and her eyes were filled with tears.
"Zhao Hua--" she called him, looked into his eyes, met his dark eyes, and turned away in shame.
"Hurry up," Jiang Hexue urged, adding awkwardly, "But don't be reckless."
"How do you want to do it?" Shen Qingchen asked.
Only the corners of his eyes were tinged with red, while his cold and pale face still looked calm and restrained. Jiang Hexue didn't need to look at herself in the mirror to know that she was completely different from him this time.
But he clearly reacted extremely violently, pushing her lower abdomen until it became soft, as if the person controlling his expression and his body were not the same person.
"Don't look at me..." Jiang Hexue ordered weakly.
Shen Qingchen paused, straightened up, took the moon-white silk handkerchief from the hook at the head of the bed, folded it several times and handed it to her.
Jiang Hexue trembled as she tried to cover his eyes, but he pulled her wrist down and her vision was immediately blocked by the silk handkerchief.
"What are you doing?" she asked unsatisfiedly. "You can't just cover my eyes and make me think you didn't see."
"It might be better if we don't look at each other." Shen Qingchen tied the handkerchief behind her head and said slowly. "If I cover my face, I'm worried that I won't be able to handle it well and make you uncomfortable."
Jiang Hexue agreed, and then he added with a worried tone, "Don't pick them."
But the ending tone of this sentence trembled inexplicably.
But she didn't have time to think about it, her lips were covered again, her teeth were pried open by him, and her tongue entangled with his.
Her waist was so soft that she couldn't exert any strength, and her muscles and bones seemed to be numb as well. She couldn't see, and her reactions to everything were more sensitive than usual.
She grasped his wrist and lowered it, prying it open, and urged him again in a low voice.
Without the wet barrier, she felt the heat burning her heart even more.
Her shoulders were lifted an inch with one hand, and Shen Qingchen placed a brocade pillow behind her and leaned over again.
It has medicinal effects, smells good, and has lasted for so long, so it's not easy at all.
He tried several times, and finally pulled away, his voice low and hoarse: "No."
Jiang Hexue couldn't see, and had no idea what was going on. He just pressed his knees together awkwardly and said, "Then try another method."
At their age, they shouldn't be ignorant and immature. Chen Qingchen has few desires, but he hasn't really become an ancient monk.
Besides, she accepted the gifts sent to her on her wedding night, so there shouldn't be any in Shen Qingchen's place, right?
As she was thinking this, she was stimulated and immediately turned her head. Through the curtains, she vaguely saw the screen inside the room.
Shen Qingchen found for her extremely exquisite things that suited her taste. She remembered that this screen was a rare double-sided embroidery, but the embroidery was not of elegant plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, but of a rather lively rabbit eating fruit.
In early spring, the low bushes are already lush with leaves, dotted with pink berries. A wild rabbit licks it gently with its tongue, perhaps because it is the only one, and is extremely patient, grinding it with the tip of its teeth. (Normal screen embroidery description, thank you)
Sometimes, it cannot help being greedy and using its tongue to pluck branches and leaves, until the unruly spring rain falls, it will restrain itself and retreat.
Jiang Hexue curled her toes to kick Shen Qingchen, her voice trembling violently: "Hateful. How could I ask you to do this."
"What did you originally think?" Shen Qingchen wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his hand and asked.
She felt a little more comfortable, her eyebrows relaxed, the silk handkerchief she was wearing was wet with tears and became almost transparent, and her lips were more beautiful than the blooming red plum blossoms.
Jiang Hexue hummed vaguely, but didn't answer. She spoke in a sweet and sticky tone, "What about now?"
"...Relax a little." Shen Qingchen rubbed her wrist with his fingertips neither lightly nor heavily, and said in a hoarse voice.
Jiang Hexue knew the outcome immediately. She clutched his hand pitifully, but said, "It's all your fault. You didn't agree with me just now. I'm so tired."
"Well, blame me." Shen Qingchen simply interlocked the fingers of her right hand and followed her orders again.
The moment Liang Yu's touch fell, Jiang Hexue twisted her body uncomfortably to avoid it: "Your ring."
"Sorry." Shen Qingchen realized his negligence, pulled his hand away, and took off the white jade ring on his ring finger. (Above the neck, normal hand-holding description, the ring is uncomfortable, thank you)
Jiang Hexue didn't know what he was thinking, but instead of finding somewhere else to put it, he put it on her finger.
She had no choice but to accept it, but suddenly she remembered that the cause of her current situation was Qingyuan.
She had never been to Qingyuan, but she had been to Mengzhou when she fled.
Mengzhou is also the hometown of nomadic people. There are continuous grasslands, but there are also trees to be planted.
Forests are more water-thirsty than plants and require more frequent irrigation. They are usually planted in valleys with abundant water, but the rainy season in Qingyuan is short, so planting trees requires great care.
Jiang Hexue was fortunate enough to have Zhifu take her on an experience, but it was Zhifu who planted the trees while she hid aside and teased the wild rabbits in the valley.
The wild rabbits of Mongolia prefer the pink berries in the bushes to the dry grass for horses.
Although it is greedy, it doesn't eat a lot. It won't always bite things. Instead, it likes to press and play with them with its furry paws.
Jiang Hexue lay there watching for a long time before she heard Zhifu calling her to help plant trees.
But she was lazy and delicate, and was afraid of breaking the nail polish on her hands, so she stayed aside and acted like a hands-off boss. Although she didn't help at all, she would still point fingers and pick on everything.
Fortunately, the man is also a good-tempered person.
After procrastinating and delaying, the sudden summer rainstorm finally arrived.
The rain was heavy and fast, and the river overflowed, spilling over the banks, gurgling and surging. It wasn't enough to just soak the mud, but it also overflowed from the valley mouth. (A normal description of Mengzhou folklore, thank you)
It's time to plant trees, Zhifu judged.
But the tree chosen this time may be of outstanding natural talent, with a particularly thick trunk. The preparations just now were only to make it possible to plant it initially.
If you fail, there is no reason to give up halfway and fail at the last moment.
He still suffered a loss in his first practice, and he did not expect that this was also an extremely difficult subject, much more difficult than playing the piano, archery, and fortune-telling.
"It hurts!" Jiang Hexue cried out sadly.
She couldn't see it, she just felt it was incredible.
Shen Qingchen's temperament was naturally gentle and patient, which was rare for her. He rubbed her waist with his fingers, and the strength was just right. If it was a little harder, she would feel pain, and if it was a little lighter, she would feel it was not enough.
He is used to taking things step by step, but after half of the process, he is still in a dilemma.
"It hurts..." Jiang Hexue scratched his back, his fingertips digging deep into the muscles on his back.
Shen Qingchen took a breath in silence.
"Should we do it slowly," he inquired hoarsely. "Or just like this."
"That's it." Jiang Hexue said hurriedly. "Don't move yet."
Shen Qingchen said nothing, lowered his body, and put his arms around her.
"Qiong Qiong." After a while, he called her with difficulty.
"Keep it." Jiang Hexue finally showed mercy.
She loosened her hand, but before it fell, he caught it again and intertwined her fingers with his.
But the warmth is particularly short-lived.
Jiang Hexue sobbed and scolded him, "You reckless man!"
Shen Qingchen sighed softly, paused again, lowered his head and kissed her: "Relax."
The wind suddenly blew, and the red cherry blossoms fluttered and scattered on the soft snow.
The girl bit the only person she could rely on with her teeth.
Sweat dripped down Shen Qingchen's forehead, his jaw tensed, and he took advantage of her blindness and looked around boldly.
Her skin was always as white as porcelain, but now it seemed to be coated with a layer of glaze, the bright peach pink color of spring, perfect and attractive, so attractive that he wanted to destroy it.
If you want to add some more red petals to it yourself, the sharp contrast will be pleasing to the eye when the glaze fades over time.
But Shen Qingchen knew that he couldn't.
He is not qualified to dress her up personally now.
No pervert worth her salt would be so unreasonable as to leave marks on her master.
Those who are incompetent will be abandoned.
He only likes to keep those who are obedient and docile, and he believes she is the same.
But his body was almost intoxicated and lost in this completely unfamiliar pleasure.
But my heart was torn and broken by the pain again and again.
Her confused and passionate reactions were all caught in his sight. Shen Qingchen didn't know how to react, whether to be happy or hurt.
He knew that these reactions were because he served her well and the effects of the medicine were relieved.
But he still hoped that some of it was because of him, not others.
But he didn't dare ask or beg.
Asking is instinctive.
But restraint is more appropriate.
Unable to vent his desires, he was tortured by the contradictory feelings between his body and soul and was almost on the verge of collapse.
He wanted to see her beautiful eyes and hear her sweet voice.
But he was timid and cowardly. He was even more afraid of meeting her emotionless eyes, and even more afraid of hearing her instinctively mutter other people's names.
He couldn't bear it. He wanted to escape, to escape the fact that she didn't love him and he was bullying her like this.
It took a long time, so long that Jiang Hexue suddenly urged him.
Shen Qingchen finally leaned over and kissed her ear gently.
"sorry."
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The author has something to say: Pre-collect, pre-collect, let me do it again [poor]
The next column series is "Why is my foster brother always making noises?" The text is as follows [Let me read]
"Fake Bone" "Cute Cook x Green Tea Prince"
Zhu Yuan's adoptive brother died when she was thirteen, and his body was never found.
But in the year she came of age, Zhu Yuan went to Kyoto with her father and happened to encounter the princess's carriage.
The wind blew the carriage curtains aside, and she saw a noble and elegant young man sitting next to the princess.
Her eyes were like ink, and the smile on her lips was gentle and shallow, exactly like her deceased adoptive brother.
But before she could even utter the word "brother", she heard the princess calling him -
The eldest brother.
Zhu Yuan then realized that he was the emperor's eldest son, Shen Zeqian.
Never her adopted brother.
From the beginning to the end, she was the one who stole someone else's brother.
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When he was young, Kyoto was in turmoil and Shen Zeqian was sent to Yangzhou, where he lived as the adopted son of Zhu Zhizhou.
The biggest change in An Ning's life is Zhu Zhizhou's youngest daughter, Zhu Yuan.
Playful and spoiled, she sticks to him like malt sugar all day long.
Dealing with this kind of young lady should have been an easy and perfunctory matter for Chen Zeqian.
However, for some reason, as they spent more and more time together, he became more and more afraid to look her in the eye.
Until that day, Zhu Yuan suddenly had a high fever and kissed him in a half-asleep state.
From then on, her bright almond eyes, round dimples, and sweet soft words frequently appeared in his dreams.
Only then did Shen Zeqian realize that he had never considered her a sister.
Since she's not my sister...it doesn't matter how many times I kiss her.
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Mini-theater 1:
Shen Zeqian had a high fever, and Zhu Yuan was worried and went to visit him.
Her adoptive brother, who was usually clear-headed and upright, leaned weakly on her shoulder this time, his face pale, and low, hoarse sounds kept coming out of his throat, making her neck tingle.
She asked in confusion: "Brother, why are you making noises all the time?"
Shen Zeqian, who was deliberately teasing her: ...
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Mini-theater 2:
Maybe it was too cold in Kyoto, and Shen Zeqian fell ill again.
Zhu Yuan made him some ginger and black chicken soup to dispel the cold and fed it to him personally.
But after drinking the poison, he still held her tightly, rubbing his head against her shoulders, which was even more itchy than last time, and it made her ears burn.
Shen Zeqian secretly glanced at her reaction, thinking that it was effective.
But Zhu Yuan only asked seriously, "Brother, is your head itchy?"
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Mini-theater 3:
Shen Zeqian finally recovered from his illness, and Zhu Yuan happily took him to see a play.
The handsome young actor on the stage winked at her with one eye, then the other, with such humor and joy that Zhu Yuan laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.
But after a few days, Shen Zeqian actually started making the same expression towards her.
Zhu Yuan was puzzled. He wasn't performing an opera, so it could only be—
"Brother," she asked with concern, "Do you want Yuan to put eye drops on you?"
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