Chapter 57 Chapter 57 He grovels and imitates a prostitute...
Jiang Hexue never expected that the first time he heard Shen Qingchen play the piano would be under such circumstances.
She sat astride his lap, her arms around his neck, and his abdomen occasionally tightened, causing her to gasp for breath and beg for mercy.
The gold chains on his body hurt her as they snuggled up to each other.
The music of Jiaowei is clear and melodious, purer than the new snow on the branches of plum trees that is not stained by dust.
Erotic and ambiguous sweet words were mixed in, and the music finally became a decadent sound.
Every time the strings were stroked, her body and mind trembled.
The sound of the piano flows, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
She also rose and fell with the melody, and finally fell on his shoulder like a fish in a dried-up pond.
"Is it fresh enough?" Shen Qingchen whispered in her ear.
Jiang Hexue responded vaguely, hooking her fingers around the gold chain on his back, and muttered, "Why?"
The cool touch of the gold chain rubbed against her palms and heart.
"Why did you call me like that?" she murmured.
Shen Qingchen stroked her waist with his fingers, thinking, she asked knowingly.
She is the one who seeks novelty.
When the novelty wore off, she was the one who wanted to leave him and find someone else and run away.
There was never any mention of him in her future.
It would be nice if I could also tie her up with a golden chain, binding the two of them together forever.
Shen Qingchen thought almost paranoidly.
But this idea only lasted for a moment before it was refuted.
He has always been the one full of affection, and Qiong Qiong has never had any obligation to respond.
There is also no obligation to stay with him for the rest of his life.
"Do you like it?" After a while, Shen Qingchen just asked back.
Jiang Hexue obeyed and said "hmm": "I like it."
Food and sex are human nature. Even the most self-respecting and dignified girl would find it hard to express displeasure when seeing such a scene.
But she also felt a strange sourness in the tip of her heart, bubbling and stuffy, making her chest swell.
She couldn't explain it clearly, she just knew that Shen Qingchen shouldn't be like this.
He used the elegant Jiaowei music to add to the fun, and grovelled to imitate the prostitutes in the brothel.
“That’s good.” But Shen Qingchen blinked slowly and said only.
"You've already looked at me, don't look at others." He rubbed her earlobe and whispered vaguely.
"There's only one of me..."
A pervert and a plaything.
He held on to his last bit of pride and refused to say it out loud.
Even though he knew it, he had already accepted it.
"I only want you." Jiang Hexue's eyes were blurred again by his kiss, and she hugged him with trembling hands.
Shen Qingchen straightened Jiaowei and pressed her into the depths of the curtain.
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Ridiculous. It's really too ridiculous.
She wouldn't be so bold even in her dreams.
Jiang Hexue could no longer look directly at Shen Qingchen's Jiaoweiqin. In the end, he was stretched to death, but his throat was so dry and astringent that he couldn't say a word.
She regretted not drinking more tea before, and now she drank one cup after another. Finally, her throat felt better. She ate two pieces of red bean cakes and finally had the strength to speak.
"Zhaohua." Jiang Hexue curled up in her bed and waved to Shen Qingchen in front of the dressing table. "Come here, I have something to tell you."
"...Wait a moment." He turned his back to her. "Change your earrings."
His ear holes were still a long way from being healed, and this time he had to wear heavy long earrings and sweat while taking a bath, and the pain made him frown.
"Come here." Jiang Hexue saw it and said again. "I'll change it for you."
"If you don't come, I'll be unhappy." When he didn't move, she threatened him.
After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen sat down beside her, with her palms spread out. In one palm were the two Qionghua earrings, and in the other was the anti-inflammatory ointment.
"Lie down." Jiang Hexue tapped her thigh. Seeing him hesitate, she immediately glared at him.
Shen Qingchen lay down obediently, but not firmly.
Jiang Hexue didn't say anything. She dipped the ointment in it and gently rubbed it around his ear. Seeing that he couldn't help but purse his lips in pain, she finally said softly, "I'm sorry."
Shen Qingchen said without asking why: "You did nothing wrong."
Jiang Hexue shook her head and looked him in the eye. The words she wanted to say twitched on the tip of her tongue before coming out: "I want to explain the Zuileju matter to you. Do you want to listen?"
Shen Qingchen curled her fingers slightly, and after a moment, she whispered, "Just don't go there again."
"I only found out today that it was a brothel." Jiang Hexue said seriously, his gaze fixed on his wandering gaze. "The first time Fu Er took me there, he only told me it was a restaurant."
Shen Qingchen's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"That time we were celebrating his passing the imperial examination. Gan Le and I were supposed to go with him, but it was Prime Minister Jiang's wife's birthday that day, and she was busy, so it was just the two of us who went."
"That time, I really didn't know what kind of musicians they were. When I asked about redeeming her today, I was just trying to confirm if it was a brothel. I never considered buying a musician."
While applying medicine to him, she carefully chose her words and explained patiently.
"What about today? Why are you going?" After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen asked.
Jiang Hexue put away the ointment and gently rubbed the edge of his ear with her fingers. "It's the Soul-Restoring Incense. I learned last time that it might be effective in restoring my brother's memory, so I went to take another look. What else do you want to ask?"
"What about your marriage with Master Fu?"
"Oh, that was me who lied to the madam to find out Fu Er's whereabouts." Jiang Hexue recalled these words, explained, and told Shen Qingchen the whole story.
"Even if the madam mistakenly identified someone, this is still incredibly bizarre," she said firmly. "This kind of thing must not be condoned or tolerated."
Shen Qingchen said “hmm”: “You will know it at a glance during the palace examination.”
He was familiar with Fu Wang's martial arts skills. They had fought in their early years. He knew that Fu Wang's internal strength was weak, and his fighting style was beautiful and intimidating, but it was not enough to defend against the enemy.
With the guards arranged by his academy, Fu Wang had no way of getting out.
I think the person who locked up the academy before was not Fu Wang.
"Is there anything else you want to ask, Qingqing?" Jiang Hexue put on the earrings for him and asked seriously.
Shen Qingchen straightened up and shook his head.
She has already taken the initiative to explain a lot.
He is already very happy too.
It is better to proceed with this kind of thing step by step. She can take the initiative to tell him that she is suspicious and should treat him without any personal feelings.
"Sorry." After looking at each other for a while, Shen Qingchen hugged her in his arms and said softly, "I have been impulsive recently."
"You can be impulsive, but you should also be a little bit more patient in front of me, Zhaohua. You need to learn to 'take advantage of your favor and become arrogant.'"
Shen Qingchen did not respond, but only raised his eyes to look at her, then hugged her and rubbed her, silently and awkwardly acting coquettishly.
Jiang Hexue hugged him back, running her fingers through his hair, stroking it gently and slowly: "I love you. Not just like, but love."
"Qingqing, I didn't make you feel safe enough. I'm sorry."
"But in the future, please trust me more."
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It took Jiang Hexue a whole day to figure out the recipe for the Soul-Returning Incense, but he gained little.
"It has nothing to do with restoring memory!" She looked at the only remaining incense stick in the box, annoyed. "This is a fragrance that makes people confess, but He Ye doesn't even remember, so what truth can he confess?"
"Forget it, there's no need to rush this matter." She comforted herself, put the branch away, and turned around to weave a birthday sword tassel for Jiang Heye.
The sword tassel was almost finished when Bai Tan's greeting was heard from the outer room, and the gauze curtain in the inner room was pulled aside by a hand covered with oil-paper bags.
"Why did you bring so many things?" Jiang Hexue looked up and asked in surprise. "Are they all food?"
She swiftly swept the things on the table towards one place, and the next moment, it was filled with oil paper bags of all sizes in Shen Qingchen's hands.
"Candied kumquats from the Fruit Sugar House on South Second Street, fried Yuanxiao (Chinese glutinous rice dumplings) from North Second Street, almond pastries from East Fourth Street, and the walnut curds from the New Year's banquet." Shen Qingchen pointed at three of the oil-paper packages and then the only mahogany food box. "Three layers, and I also took the steamed curds and rose lotus seed paste cakes from the Imperial Kitchen."
"What is this?" Jiang Hexue picked up a red plum wreath from a group of oil-paper packages.
"I saw a mother-in-law weaving it and selling it, saying that..." Shen Qingchen paused and didn't say anything. "If it suits you, buy it."
"What did he say?" Jiang Hexue thought about it and figured it out, teasing him deliberately. "He said he was buying it for his sweetheart?"
Shen Qingchen's ears turned red, she pursed her lips and said "hmm" lightly.
He was afraid Jiang Hexue would say something else, so he quickly pointed at the oil-paper packages covering most of the table, and told her one by one. He glanced at the clepsydra and asked her, "It's time for your usual tea and snacks. Which one would you like to have first?"
The smile on Jiang Hexue's face grew wider as he spoke. When he finished speaking, her eyebrows were curved and the corners of her lips were raised, revealing her fine, white and neat teeth.
On her head she wore the red plum wreath she had just bought.
She put it on casually, and her black hair was tied up irregularly, with the broken hair on her temples sticking up, looking furry in the sunlight.
The red plum blossoms make her skin look even whiter, and her eyes and eyebrows are beautiful and bright.
Shen Qingchen was caught off guard by this bright smile, and the tips of her ears, which had just turned red, instantly turned even redder: "What are you laughing at?"
"You looked just like a little fish blowing bubbles." Jiang Hexue's smile widened. "Zhaohua, has anyone ever told you that you're cute?"
"No." Shen Qingchen's answer was naturally within her expectations. "You are the first one."
"I will still be the only one." Jiang Hexue smiled, leaning towards him with her hands on the table. "Right, little angelfish?"
"Qiong Qiong is also like a kitten." Shen Qingchen did not retreat, but looked at her with drooping eyelashes. "Little Jiang cat stretching and lazily."
The cat stretched itself in the same position as she is now, with its front legs more forward, its hind legs motionless, and its waist arched and stretched.
Jiang Hexue laughed out loud: "A little angelfish who refuses to be outdone."
"What to eat?" Shen Qingchen didn't argue with her, he couldn't argue with her, so he asked again.
"With so many options, I'd definitely eat the most delicious one first." Jiang Hexue reached forward another inch and hooked her hand around his, which was hanging by his side. "Guess, my dear, which one do you think is the most delicious?"
Such a boring and childish game, Shen Qingchen was happy to play with her, and followed her words and thought: "Fried Yuanxiao."
Jiang Hexue shook his head.
He guessed the cakes she had requested one by one, but she still shook her head.
"What is it?" Shen Qingchen asked in confusion.
If it was her favorite pastry, he would definitely know it.
She would also take the initiative to ask him to take it.
"Guess again?" Jiang Hexue kept him waiting. "There's a reward if you guess correctly."
Shen Qingchen then continued.
But just like she said "little fish blowing bubbles", she still smiled and shook her head.
"I've said it all." Shen Qingchen was helpless. "Did you forget to think about the answer?"
Jiang Hexue shook his head: "I've already thought about it. You're the one who's stupid."
She took a step forward, took his hand and put it on her cheek, then stood on tiptoe and easily found his lips to kiss.
“It’s this little angelfish in front of me.”
"She'll apologize, you pretty little angelfish."
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