Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Can I kiss you forcefully?
Ear piercing was more painful than Shen Qingchen had expected.
Even though Eunuch Li had applied pain-relieving and anti-inflammatory ointment beforehand, he still slept restlessly.
In fact, after marrying Jiang Hexue, he rarely had nightmares, but tonight he had the same nightmare that had happened many times in the past.
It was the winter of the seventeenth year of the Yongjia era, in Liangzhou.
At that time, he would be younger and more energetic than he is now. He calculated the days and went to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion without waiting even a day.
But what he got was the news of his beloved's death.
Everyone told him that the funeral had already been completed, and a kind-hearted person took him to the Jiang family ancestral tomb to see her grave.
But he was stubborn and refused to believe it.
But when he left Liangzhou, he placed a bunch of her favorite red plum blossoms in winter in front of her grave.
After that, his many years of traveling and studying were no longer aimed at gaining experience.
Fortunately, he was still blessed by God and was one step ahead of the Marquis of Zhenbei. He found the girl who was still lively and bright, and fulfilled his long-cherished wish by marrying her.
But she doesn't love herself.
Novelty is not love after all.
Besides, she might have been tired of him, or was planning to use him up and leave him.
The newly pierced ear bone hurt so much that Shen Qingchen didn't touch the empty, cold mattress beside him. He lit a candle and took out a bronze mirror to check.
There is still redness and swelling.
He followed Eunuch Li's instructions, took the anti-inflammatory medicine and applied it carefully. He no longer felt sleepy and simply let himself daydream.
He thought that he was indeed as Jiang Hexue said, old-fashioned, boring, and not good at pleasing others.
But he still longed for her to favor these two ear holes, and when they healed, she would be able to personally pick out a pair of earrings for him, just like she did for Fu Wang.
It would be even better if you could be more attentive than this.
It doesn’t matter if I can’t…
Shen Qingchen sat for a while, but still couldn't bear it any longer, so he put on his coat and fox fur and went to Jiang Hexue's bedroom.
She had come back a few days ago, and the fragrance of her body seemed to still linger in the hall. Although there was no floor heating or charcoal basin, it was warmer than his bedroom.
Shen Qingchen couldn't sleep. He wanted to hug Jiang Hexue and rest.
After only a few hours of separation, he missed her so much. It was just as she said, like annoying malt sugar.
He shifted his gaze from the Qionghua ring in the dressing box to the wide but empty bed, and for the first time he tried to persuade himself.
No matter what, they are husband and wife, and husband and wife should eat, live and sleep on the same bed.
Since Jiang Hexue also regards Qianxiangfang as her home, then as her husband, he should be able to live there after his ear inflammation subsides.
The bed in Qianxiangfang was certainly not as wide as the one in the palace, but it was better if it was narrower, so that she could only rest tightly in his arms, fitting him perfectly, as if she could not leave him.
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Jiang Hexue was very busy.
The promotion of perfume and jewelry at King Jing's wedding banquet was extremely successful. The next day, noble ladies began to come to the store to inquire about the products. In the following days, the store was full of guests and orders came in like snowflakes.
According to her requirements, each order includes the address, the spices she wants to use, the jewelry she wants to make and the detailed requirements, as well as the expected time to receive the finished product.
Ruan Yueyi has a painter who specializes in designing jewelry according to her requirements. After the coordination is completed, Jiang Hexue will send someone to the craftsman to make the mold.
Even so, she and Ah Cheng's hands were so rubbed with the fragrant mud that they started to smoke. She even called Xuemei and Xuelan over to weave the silk threads for the bracelets and hairbands.
"What was the name of that brothel you were in?" Jiang Hexue asked as she mixed the spices. "I need to find a few more steady people to learn how to make perfume."
"Qimengxuan," Ah Cheng replied. "I have a friend there who I can recommend to the princess. If you can help me, both I and her will be deeply grateful."
Jiang Hexue nodded and asked Xuemei to write down her friend's name "A Liu", and then concentrated on rolling the incense balls.
"Greetings, Your Highness." Bai Tan's greetings suddenly came from outside.
The door of the inner room was not closed, and the gauze curtain was parted by a folding fan. Jiang Hexue did not stop kneading the incense pill in her hand, but when she casually raised her eyes to look, her movements suddenly froze.
The young man at the door was unusually not wearing his usual moon-white clothes, but a royal blue robe embroidered with bamboo, and a jet-black fox fur coat. The hand holding the folding fan dropped down, revealing a vermilion bracelet on his wrist.
Moreover, today he did not half-tie his hair as usual. Instead, he let it down to cover his ears, and braided a small braid with a scarlet headband. His hair was also parted on his forehead, completely revealing his handsome and thick black eyebrows.
His clarity, elegance and grace are better than the banished immortal in the painting.
With a "bang", the incense pill in Jiang Hexue's hand fell to the ground.
"I am Acheng, a commoner, greeting His Royal Highness King Heng'an." Acheng put down the work in her hands and bowed.
"No need to be polite." Shen Qingchen spoke, his voice as cold and calm as ever, like a cool spring.
"Go away, take a day off today." Jiang Hexue still stared at Shen Qingchen in a daze and gave the order slowly.
Ah Cheng closed the door and left, leaving only the two of them in the inner room.
Jiang Hexue stared at him without blinking, and Shen Qingchen did not speak, but just twisted her hair again to cover her ears completely.
Perhaps he didn't want her to see his blushing ears.
After a full cup of tea of silence, Jiang Hexue finally recovered from the shock of the man's beauty. She trotted over to him and looked up at him, "My husband, why are you so beautiful today?"
Shen Qingchen took her hand and raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Is it fresh?"
Jiang Hexue nodded vigorously, and indeed saw the corners of his lips rise a little more. She smiled frankly and hugged him: "I like it very much."
Her hands slipped into his fox fur and wrapped around his waist tightly. The next moment, she was surprised: "Zhao Hua, you must have lost a lot of weight."
With his arms folded, he could easily measure his thinner waist.
Looking up again, I noticed that his jawline was sharper due to the reduction in weight.
"You didn't eat your meal properly?" she asked, pinching his waist. "No matter how busy you are, you should never forget to eat."
"I haven't forgotten." Shen Qingchen hugged her loosely, lowered his head slightly, and was silent for a while before speaking awkwardly. "I'm just not used to eating alone."
When she was not around, every moment seemed long, and he naturally could not find anything interesting to do. Even when he was in the palace, he felt that her presence was missing everywhere.
But she didn't reply.
He simply went into the palace to help Emperor Hengshun handle state affairs, allowing his brother to be free and at ease to enjoy the leisure time with the concubines in the palace, while he became the one who did not eat at all hours.
I waited until my ear hole was no longer horribly red, swollen and festering, and then I came to look for her without delay.
The more Shen Qingchen spoke, the softer his voice became, until it was almost inaudible.
He was not good at acting like a spoiled child and rarely spoke out his words, which was extremely difficult for him. His eyelashes trembled and he did not dare to look directly at the obviously stunned face of the girl in his arms.
"Then what should we do?" Jiang Hexue feigned confusion. "How about you just do as I say?"
"There are thirty days in a month, and ten days in a decade."
"How about these ten days? On the first six days, you will go and dine with your six nephews, on the seventh day, you will go to see Prince Consort Rouyang, on the eighth day, you will go to see Rongchang, on the ninth day, you will go to see our future nephew-in-law, and on the last day, you will go to see your brother and the Queen Mother?"
"This way, you won't have to eat alone for a whole ten days. After the ten days, you can repeat this for the next ten days, and then you'll have someone to eat with you every day."
She smiled cunningly and playfully, her bright red lips raised, revealing her fine white teeth. Seeing Shen Qingchen lower his head, she winked at him proudly: "My husband, do you think what I said makes sense?"
It's really unreasonable.
But Shen Qingchen couldn't say it.
He had no choice but to bend his fingers helplessly and gently pinch the soft flesh on her waist, imitating what she had just done.
"Itchy!" Jiang Hexue smiled and dodged in his arms. He clearly didn't hold her very tightly, but she didn't know how to break free from him and move away. She even poked his chest with her fingertips, annoyed. "Zhaohua, you are so bad."
It's like a cat that is arrogant even when it is unreasonable and will not give in even when it is right.
Shen Qingchen looked at her for a moment, but in the end, she didn't say a word. Only a light and low laugh escaped from her throat, which was both helpless and doting.
He often felt that Jiang Hexue had some kind of strange power. Just by hugging her for a while, he felt happy, joyful, and satisfied.
He exerted force on his hands and hugged her tighter.
He bent down slightly again, lowered his head, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Do you miss me?" Jiang Hexue stopped making trouble, stroked his back and asked.
Shen Qingchen said "hmm" lightly.
The last time we met was on the 19th of the Yin month, and she had not yet stayed at home, but now it is the first of the Mao month.
I don't know how long she will take the initiative to come and see him if he doesn't look for her this time.
Shen Qingchen inevitably rubbed her shoulder socket in grievance.
"How many points?" Jiang Hexue pressed. "Ten thousand points?"
The "hmm" sound was lighter than before.
"It's only ten thousand points..." Jiang Hexue played with his braids with her fingers and said with regret.
"Qiong Qiong." Shen Qingchen tightened his arms a little, quickly raised his eyelashes and then lowered them, his tone lower and muffled.
"I'm not teasing you anymore. Why are you just letting me bully you?" Jiang Hexue was having a hard time suppressing her laughter, and decided to show mercy and let him go. "Your face is almost as red as a shrimp."
"Then what should we do?" She wanted to let go, but Shen Qingchen refused.
"I remember from the storybooks I read when I was young, when the male protagonist couldn't beat the female protagonist, or when he was defeated, he would forcefully kiss her." Jiang Hexue thought for a moment and said without thinking.
"Do you like that?" Shen Qingchen asked, her beautiful eyes showing obvious disapproval. "Don't you feel disrespected?"
"I wouldn't say I particularly like it," she answered earnestly in his arms. "But once in a while, it's still very fresh."
"And the heroine in the storybook would be struggling desperately, shouting 'I don't like it, I don't want it,' but actually feeling incredibly happy inside." Jiang Hexue even disagreed with the heroine's behavior. "Playing hard to resist isn't the right approach."
"What will you do?" Shen Qingchen asked.
"I will..." Jiang Hexue paused, then changed the subject. "Zhaohua, why did you take me away secretly?"
Her body rested against the edge of the rosewood table, and she looked up at him: "It's so uncomfortable."
Shen Qingchen loosened one hand, lifted her knees, and hugged her easily, letting her sit on the table.
The table was high, and in this posture, their heights were almost the same, and she was even an inch taller.
With her eyes slightly lowered, she could see from top to bottom his clear pupils, his distinct black eyelashes, his high nose bridge, his thin, pale red lips, his slender neck like white jade, his sharp Adam's apple, and the eye-catching and sexy little mole on the side.
"What are you going to do, my husband?" Jiang Hexue admired it for a while before asking knowingly.
A kiss landed on her jaw and she smiled, "That's it?"
"Kiss you forcefully." Shen Qingchen answered her. "Is it okay?"
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