Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Consummation
The shadow of the dragon and phoenix candles cast a shadow on the trembling eyelashes of the young man in front of him.
The edges of Shen Qingchen's ears turned slightly red.
The faint red spread from the edge of his ear to his cheek, mixing with the alcohol on his face, becoming thicker and thicker, and spreading further and further.
"You hurt me." Without waiting for his response, Jiang Hexue felt a pain on her scalp. She couldn't help but slap his hand and said angrily.
"Sorry, I'll be gentler." Shen Qingchen came back to his senses, let go of his hand, and replied subconsciously.
Outside the window, Grandma Xi's laughter was unconcealed.
"Your Highness and the Princess have a truly wonderful relationship."
"Oh no, why does it hurt? It must be because I was too impatient..."
They laughed a few times and left together.
Jiang Hexue savored their conversation just now, and when he came to his senses, his face immediately became hot, and he subconsciously looked at Shen Qingchen.
It bumped into his slightly blurred peach blossom eyes.
He felt even more embarrassed. The fingertips that held up the ends of her hair were pink, and her slender neck, as white as jade, was also covered with a light pink. He could not say a word to her and could only stare at her.
Jiang Hexue breathed a sigh of relief, finding his reaction quite amusing. She opened her lips again with a teasing smile, "Husband?"
"Did I ask you to change your words like this?" Shen Qingchen finally spoke, his usually clear voice obviously hoarse.
"So what?" Jiang Hexue blinked in confusion. "I see you really like to hear it."
Shen Qingchen was speechless for a long while before explaining, "There's no need to call me 'Your Highness' or 'Concubine' like that. Don't you hate formalities the most?"
"It's disgust. I told it to the grandmas." Jiang Hexue was puzzled. "They were listening outside the palace just now. Didn't you notice?"
To be honest, Shen Qingchen only noticed it after the person left.
His mind was elsewhere, and his usual sharp ears and eyes were completely useless tonight.
"Maybe I'm drunk and stupid." He said vaguely.
Jiang Hexue wanted to scold him for putting on a show without informing him in advance, but he had to swallow his words.
Talking business with a drunk is just a waste of time.
Let’s talk about my brother later.
While she was complaining in her heart, the young man behind her started to blow her hair gently.
"How do you want me to change my words?" Jiang Hexue asked on a light-hearted topic.
"You don't call me 'little fairy' anymore." He just said.
"That was because I was too unruly when I was young. How can I use it now?" Jiang Hexue said nonchalantly. "Even if I don't follow the rules, I still need to have something to rely on."
"You don't need to be polite with me." Shen Qingchen said to her for the third time.
"Do you like me calling you that?" Jiang Hexue raised an eyebrow. "I remember you ignored me before."
“No way.”
Jiang Hexue couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Shen Qingchen was really drunk, and her tone of voice was different from usual. She could faintly hear a hint of grievance in her words just now.
"Just tell me, what do you want to change?"
"My name is Zhaohua." He fixed the last lock of her hair, still not letting go, tangling and playing with her hair. "Hold Zhaohua, my precious sceptre."1"
"It suits you quite well." Jiang Hexue understood. "Zhaohua."
Shen Qingchen responded softly, with a lock of his own hair in his hand. He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was tangling with.
"Are you drunk? Why are you as clingy as a little baby?" Jiang Hexue was still wiping her makeup, and she found his clinginess strange.
Shen Qingchen did not argue, and she did not speak again for a while. She waited until her makeup was wiped off before turning her head to look.
He actually tied a beautiful heart-shaped knot there.
"Is it possible to cut it?" Shen Qingchen asked.
Jiang Hexue identified the location of her hair and flatly refused: "No."
Shen Qingchen hummed softly, saying nothing else, his eyes fixed on the heart knot, a little out of focus.
He lost control.
Knowing that she would not agree, he was still eager to ask that question.
"It's the hair I use to decorate my temples. If I cut this lock of hair, my hair wouldn't look good at all." Jiang Hexue explained, lifting a strand of hair on the other side. "If you had taken it from the end, you could have cut it."
Shen Qingchen responded again, untied the heart knot with her long fingers, and went to separate the hair at the end of her hair.
"Still pestering me?" Jiang Hexue pushed his hand away with a mixture of laughter and tears. "Why are you wasting such a good omen on me?"
Shen Qingchen froze and looked down at her.
"If you're not going to bathe, I'll go first." She didn't think this was inappropriate. She stood up, opened the door a crack, and asked the maid to help him bathe. She also asked for a bowl of hangover soup for him: "Remember to drink it, so you don't get a hangover headache."
A slap in the face and then a sweet date.
Her usual behavior.
Shen Qingchen followed her back with his eyes until the last piece of her bright red skirt disappeared in front of the clean room, then he retracted his gaze and glanced at the sobering soup on the table.
There was a clear look in her peach blossom eyes.
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Jiang Hexue always took her time in bathing, and it was not until midnight that she slowly returned to her room in her wedding shoes.
Shen Qingchen had also bathed and was wearing a bright red middle-length robe. He sat at the desk, thinking about something.
"Zhaohua." Jiang Hexue glanced at the items on the table, and his tired mind cleared up a bit. "You were injured? When?"
The snow-white cloth spread on the table was stained with blood.
“No.”
"You lied to me." Jiang Hexue pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. She walked over to him, her eyes caught the tiny bloodstain on his fingertip, and she understood. "Fallen Red Handkerchief?"
Shen Qingchen beside him hummed softly, and actually said in a gentle voice: "Don't take it to heart, it's just red tape."
"You're still drunk?" Jiang Hexue glanced at the now-missing bowl of sobering soup, then gave him another strange look. "It's just the two of us now, no need to pretend to be gentle for others."
Shen Qingchen paused in sprinkling the powder.
"Pretending?" he repeated, his tone a little colder.
Jiang Hexue looked at him calmly: "Did I misunderstand?"
"You brought me food before the wedding banquet, called Rongchang over, and just now you kissed my hand in front of Grandma Xi." She listed his abnormalities one by one. "I thought to myself, you are deliberately putting on an act to deceive others."
Shen Qingchen's thin lips moved, wanting to speak but stopping.
"Okay, I'm not stupid. I know everything about the fallen red handkerchief and the brazier that appeared when I entered the house. You don't have to comfort me."
How can you not be stupid?
Beside him, Jiang Hexue smiled lightly, "I've heard so much gossip over the years. If I took everything to heart, I'd probably have died of depression long ago."
"I'm sorry." Shen Qingchen didn't know how to defend herself, so she just whispered. "Today, I made you suffer."
He was unusually gentle. Jiang Hexue raised her eyebrows slightly: "Then you have to let me get it back."
Shen Qingchen's eyes fell on the two dragon and phoenix candles nestled together on the table. After a moment, he softly replied, "Okay."
Jiang Hexue raised his eyebrows in even greater surprise.
Is he so easy to talk tonight?
Yes, even if it is a marriage of convenience, tonight is their wedding night. If he wants her to cooperate with him and act affectionate, he shouldn't give her the cold shoulder tonight.
Coincidentally, she is the best at taking advantage of others.
Jiang Hexue moved lightly, walked around to between him and the table, put her fingers on his shoulders, and smiled: "Then give me a kiss."
Shen Qingchen looked up in surprise: "What..."
The girl had already cupped his face, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips.
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Shen Qingchen's instinctive reaction was to close his eyes.
The ends of her hair were entangled around his neck, and the tingling sensation went all the way down his neck, making him raise his hands uncontrollably, wanting to hug her and deepen the kiss.
It was lifted only an inch before falling back to the edge of the chair and tightening little by little.
He knew that she was just acting on a whim.
Jiang Hexue kissed without any rules.
Their lips touched, and she rubbed them for a moment before she stretched out her tongue to press against his teeth. However, their teeth collided unexpectedly, and she gasped in pain and reluctantly pulled away.
"How can your teeth be so hard?" she complained subconsciously. "It hurts."
After complaining, Jiang Hexue finally realized that what he said was extremely unreasonable.
Whose teeth are soft?
Shen Qingchen in front of him was obviously also paused by these words, with a faint red at the corners of his eyes due to excitement. He blinked slowly, thinking about how to answer her.
"My fault."
"It's quite soft."
After a moment, they both spoke at the same time, then stopped talking at the same time, staring at each other in silence.
His unwavering patience made Jiang Hexue feel a little embarrassed: "What kind of apology are you making?"
"Isn't it painful?" Shen Qingchen wanted to laugh. "Why did you suddenly say soft again?"
"I didn't say your teeth were soft." Jiang Hexue lowered her head and tugged at the edge of his sleeve. "I said your lips were soft."
Shen Qingchen didn't answer. She raised her eyes to look at him again, only to see that his earlobes were covered with crimson, as heavy as his drunken cheeks.
Jiang Hexue felt itchy again.
He looked so annoying.
This usually cold and taciturn person becomes so shy when drunk at the slightest kiss, as innocent as a young man who has never experienced the world.
"It's soft and cool, just like almond butter." Jiang Hexue smiled and teased him. "It's very kissable."
Shen Qingchen's earlobe was completely red, like a clear red glass bead, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, avoiding her sight.
The beautifully shaped thin lips were a light crimson color, adding a touch of glamour to the cheerful red of the entire room.
Jiang Hexue felt itchy and wanted to move forward to kiss him again.
The tip of my nose was just about to touch his, but two fingers landed on my shoulder.
Shen Qingchen pushed her away and shook her head very lightly.
The almond yogurt that was almost in his mouth slipped away. Jiang Hexue glanced at him unhappily and asked, "Why did you push me?"
"Why..." Kiss me.
Shen Qingchen was too embarrassed to say the last two words.
"Because you are good-looking." Jiang Hexue answered subconsciously.
As soon as she spoke without thinking, she saw the young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, like amber coated with ice, so cold that it made people tremble.
"You kissed me first!" Jiang Hexue didn't understand what he was getting angry about. "Can't I kiss you back?"
Shen Qingchen laughed lightly: "You have replied."
Jiang Hexue's arrogance suddenly subsided.
Yes, when he was urging her to have sex just now, she had already kissed him back.
"We're husband and wife, so what if we kissed?" She changed her excuse, making it more reasonable. "It's a marital obligation."
"More than just this one?" Her words were frivolous, Shen Qingchen couldn't help but frowned slightly and asked back.
If he really talked about responsibility, he would give her all the account books of Heng'an Palace tomorrow, which would make her worried.
Someone who can't even be bothered to do a few arithmetic assignments.
However, Jiang Hexue stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned over, bent one leg, and pressed his knee against his leg.
"Yes, more than that." She placed her hands on his waistband, her smile even more casual than before. "Then let's go fulfill our wedding night obligations."
"Yuan, Fang."
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「1」From "Chu Ci"
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