Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Don’t do this, it’s been too long
With a "snap", Shen Qingchen grabbed Jiang Hexue's wrist and closed the double-leather book, his face flushed.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hexue tilted her head, feigning innocence as she looked at him. "Didn't my husband promise that he wouldn't give up halfway, and told me to ask you anything I didn't understand?"
She pronounced the last word unclearly, so he couldn't tell whether it was "ask" or "kiss".
"How could I have known your book was so... unique?" Shen Qingchen avoided her gaze. "You even call it a 'Book of Sages'."
"You believe me when I tell you." Jiang Hexue gently stroked his wrist. "We've been married for over a month, and your husband still doesn't know my credibility?"
Shen Qingchen was rubbed by her and was helpless. He held both of her wrists with one hand: "You."
"But I know my husband is the most true to his word." Jiang Hexue didn't struggle, leaning back, her hair brushing against his neck. "If you said you'd teach me, you won't break your promise, right?"
"You can definitely learn new things from books. Wouldn't it be more refreshing and interesting if there were more new things?"
"...You can take a look." Shen Qingchen finally relented and released her hand, but tilted his head, not looking at the book at all.
"My hands are a little tired, I can't turn the pages anymore." Jiang Hexue pressed on. "Husband, turn the pages."
Shen Qingchen gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and turned the pages, pressing his long fingers on the edge of the page, his voice trembling faintly: "Which page do you want to read?"
"Let me take a look at the table of contents first." Jiang Hexue took over and grasped his wrist to turn the pages. He slowly turned over the first and second cover pages, and then turned over the preface page by page, and stopped moving.
"Though they're a formality for respecting family ties, these names are quite elegant, yet also a bit obscure..." she muttered, reading them out to him one by one. "Indirect attack, feint to the east and attack in the west... Monkey seizing the moon? That's interesting, but I can't figure out what it is."
Her voice was light and soft, tickling his ears along with her silky hair. Her breath was filled with her own unique fragrance, and she was like a soft cloud, limp in his arms.
"Then take a look." Shen Qingchen hugged her tighter, his eyelashes trembling violently.
"I won't read it." Jiang Hexue said stubbornly, casually placing the book upside down on the table and leaning against his ear: "This is what my husband should learn. Qiong Qiong is lazy and just wants to enjoy herself."
"My husband is so good at learning, so we should do more work for him. If you find it interesting, Qiongqiong will come back to see you more often in the future, okay?"
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The body suddenly lost weight and was in the air. Jiang Hexue was picked up by Shen Qingchen. She screamed subconsciously and hugged his neck tightly: "Zhaohua!"
He held her thighs with his hands, and she clung to him like a monkey clinging to a tree.
"Really?" Shen Qingchen asked. "How often?"
"At most five days, at least three days." Jiang Hexue didn't know why he was so serious at this time, so he said it casually.
"Even if it's not the first or fifteenth day of the month, will you go back home to rest?" Shen Qingchen asked again, his fingers rubbing her waist lightly.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm." Jiang Hexue was softened by his massage and responded quickly and perfunctorily. "Yes, I will. I will."
"Hold hands and swear." Shen Qingchen insisted on delaying, and withdrew his hand and stretched it in front of her. "Next time I return home, no later than the sixth day of the first lunar month."
He withdrew one hand, and the other hand was able to hold her thighs steadily, and the movements did not stop. Jiang Hexue was anxiously waiting for him, and she listened to him in one ear and out the other. "Okay, okay, let's hold hands and swear."
She perfunctorily extended her hand, shook it with him, and wanted to take it back, but Shen Qingchen did not agree to her wishes. He held her hand tightly in his palm and pressed it against his chest.
The sound of his strong heartbeat could be clearly heard in her palm through the fabric of her clothes.
"Since you've promised me, and we've sworn by holding hands, you must never break your word again." His voice fell into her ears, soft and hoarse. "I don't need you to write it down as proof."
"What will happen if I break my promise?" His words finally went through his mind. Jiang Hexue asked, but Shen Qingchen was silent.
He thought that it would not matter if she broke her promise.
He was not that spoiled, nor was he qualified to act rudely or unreasonably towards her.
Even the oath she was forced to take just now was an overstep.
There is no other way except to accept it and digest the emotions bit by bit as usual.
"In any case, you can't." But Shen Qingchen threatened her. "Otherwise, the consequences will not be underestimated."
Jiang Hexue smiled and blew out the nearest candle. She didn't know whether she believed it or not, and she didn't know whether she listened to it or not.
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Shen Qingchen held her in his arms and turned off all the candles in the room.
The neatly gathered curtains were picked out with golden hooks, and in the isolated space, only the night pearls still emitted a warm and gentle yellow glow.
"I don't want to cover my eyes." Shen Qingchen's fingers picked up the moon-white silk handkerchief again. Jiang Hexue stopped him and shook his head. "I want to see you, Zhaohua."
"You want to see me?" Shen Qingchen's voice was emotionless. "Why?"
"Because of you... you are especially beautiful and charming today." Jiang Hexue turned her head and kissed his fingers, then the blue veins in his wrist and the scarlet bracelet. "I like you so much."
The hands clasped with hers seemed to freeze for a very short moment, and after a moment, Shen Qingchen put the silk handkerchief aside.
"Like me," he repeated, his voice filled with a light, ethereal smile. "Then keep looking at me."
He propped up his arms, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, and hooked the red jade bracelet on his left wrist, placing it next to the moon-white silk handkerchief.
She didn't take off the white jade ring on her left ring finger. Shen Qingchen rubbed her cheek with her fingertips. The ring occasionally rubbed against her earlobe, which was cold and hard.
In the dim and swaying light, Jiang Hexue saw a hollow on the underside of the ring, which looked like a white jade flower when reflected on the gauze curtain.
Outside the window, the silver moon moved from east to west, and the broken shadow of the white jade flower fell on every inch of her exposed frosty white skin.
Shen Qingchen's kiss followed the shadow, but his gaze did not follow it, and he kept looking at Jiang Hexue.
Or rather, he just kept looking at her.
Jiang Hexue felt itchy and uncomfortable when he kissed her. She couldn't help but close her eyes and curled her toes to kick his ankles.
I promised him that I would always watch over him, but of course I didn't do that.
Shen Qingchen didn't force her, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she would definitely meet his gaze steadily.
The corners of her eyes were stained red, and her dark peach blossom eyes were soaked in affection. Although her thick eyelashes still half-covered her pupils, some things could not be hidden and were clearly revealed.
For the first time, she felt that his eyes could speak, replacing the words that were always too awkward and awkward to say, telling her sincerely -
He loved her more than she could imagine.
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The curtains swayed endlessly.
Jiang Hexue stepped on Shen Qingchen's back, curled up her legs and kicked his shoulders, calling him with a crying voice: "Zhaohua."
The shadows fell again, his thin lips stained with a bright aqua color, and he replied to her in a hoarse voice: "Qiong Qiong. My dear."
"Don't be like this." Jiang Hexue didn't dare look at him, looking away and begging for mercy. "It's been too long."
She couldn't think of any appropriate metaphor.
For example, the annoying teacher who taught her when she was young, in a total of two hours of classes, he first talked to her for half an hour about the history of the founding of the Longlin Dynasty, then talked to her for half an hour about the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, female training and admonitions, and then talked to her for half an hour about her son who was "capable of great things" but still unmarried at the age of thirty, with the intention of being a matchmaker.
It was not until she could no longer bear it and interrupted and exposed him that he angrily started to get to the point, and finished the entire course in half an hour. Finally, he scolded her for being rude and left with a pile of homework.
Of course, she barely touched the pile of homework.
Her lips were bitten lightly and Jiang Hexue withdrew her thoughts and gaze, looking at the young man in front of her who had helped her write most of her homework.
"Distracted." Shen Qingchen pinched her as if punishing her. "What are you thinking about if you're not looking at me?"
Jiang Hexue was trembling with excitement at his sudden action.
"You can't..." She slapped his hand, but he grabbed it and held it tightly, pouting angrily. "Guess."
Shen Qingchen changed his hand to please her other side: “Speak.”
Jiang Hexue was no match for him at this moment, so she could only briefly tell him: "You and she are both procrastinating in the same way..."
But it was definitely different. The Master was annoying, he was embarrassing, so embarrassing that she dared not even look at him no matter what.
"I'm dawdling?" Shen Qingchen followed her gaze, his voice hoarse and with a faint smile. "You don't know how delicate you are."
If it's a minor thing, she'll complain; if it's a serious thing, she'll cry. She's so good at talking, but her appetite is so small.
"You are so good." Jiang Hexue had no chance of losing to him in eloquence. Thinking of something, he lowered his eyes and looked down.
The previous two times, she had her eyes covered with an embroidered handkerchief, and she has never had the chance to see.
My gaze dropped from his jade-white neck to his muscular chest, narrow waist, and then down...
Her vision was suddenly blocked, her eyes were covered by his cool palms, and Shen Qingchen asked knowingly in her ear: "What do you want to see?"
The disparity in their size and strength was too great. Both of her wrists were gripped by his other hand, unable to move. Jiang Hexue blinked hard and tickled his palm with her eyelashes: "I'm curious..."
Shen Qingchen didn't allow her to continue and blocked her words with a kiss.
It felt like all the strength in his body had been drained away. Jiang Hexue finally found a gap to breathe and urged him, "Hurry up..."
"Wait a moment." Shen Qingchen released her lips, but did not raise his body. His messy breath made her earlobes hot.
"What are you waiting for?" Jiang Hexue was feeling uneasy. "You clearly just took the sheep casing..."
"I'll go get the book. I haven't read it yet," Shen Qingchen interrupted her. "You are curious about the monkey taking the moon, how is it."
Jiang Hexue cried out "Ah", and when he stood up, he opened his eyes again with a sly look.
All I could see was the thin blanket he had wrapped around his waist as a precaution, and his ears, which were a darker shade of crimson than usual, with the ear bones seeming to be even darker in color than the earlobes.
Jiang Hexue vaguely sensed something unusual, but before he could see clearly, his attention was diverted by Shen Qingchen who had returned with the book.
"Which page?" He put his arms around her shoulders again and held her tightly in his arms.
He was turning the pages of the book with one hand, and with the other hand he covered most of her shoulder, his fingertips slowly moving along the concave lines.
Jiang Hexue was about to melt under his warm palm.
She couldn't remember clearly and just blurted out a number to him.
The pages of the book turned, making a rustling sound.
But the sound never stopped. Shen Qingchen turned the pages one by one. Jiang Hexue regretted not telling him a small number.
She couldn't help but urge him: "Hurry up."
"Qingqing," after a moment of silence, she heard Shen Qingchen ask. "What's inside this book..."
"Why are all the pages blank?"
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