Chapter 158 Extra Four
He looked at Zhao Tulin nervously, his hands clenched tightly under his sleeves.
Looking at him, Zhao Tulin was talking nonsense with a straight face: "She must be virtuous and able to support her wife and raise her children."
Xie Yulin thought about it for a moment, and it didn't seem too difficult. Anyone could do it if they put in the effort.
"Don't you have any other requests?" he continued to ask.
"We'll see." Zhao Tulin had no idea what kind of husband she wanted. The key was that they had to click. If they didn't click, no matter how many good qualities he had, he would still be annoying.
She mounted her horse and pulled on the reins.
Xie Yulin hurriedly rode up to catch up, saying, "Sister, slow down, wait for me."
Zhao Tulin, with a wicked intention, sped up, deliberately making it difficult for him to keep up: "I'm already walking very slowly, if you can't keep up, you can slowly go back by yourself."
Hearing her say that, Xie Yulin gritted his teeth, said nothing, and tried his best to catch up.
If he keeps complaining, his sister will look down on him even more, right?
As Chunsheng rode his pony, he thought to himself, "This is probably a bit of a tragic love affair."
The ones you should like, you don't; the ones you shouldn't like, you do. It's like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
Their young master has had a smooth life since childhood, never experiencing any hardship. When he marries, with his looks and family background, there will be plenty of gentle and virtuous wives out there. It's the right path for them to live a harmonious and beautiful life together.
Young Master Zhao is no ordinary woman; she is destined not to be someone who reads books or does embroidery. However, her husband is a delicate person raised in a life of luxury.
They leap into the sky like dragons, and their husbands can't even catch up. They won't even have anything in common to talk about in the future, so how can they live in harmony?
Chun Sheng had a headache, but he hoped that the delicate young man had only stopped temporarily because he was on a whim and saw a different scene.
While it's not a good way to describe a man as spoiled, Xie Yulin was indeed like that.
"Plop~" A drop of water landed on Chunsheng's face.
He touched his cheek, looked up, and saw the clouds in the sky rapidly gathering and quickly turning into a dark mass.
"My lord, it looks like it's going to rain," he called out.
They had only walked halfway when the dark blue houses stood in the distance, looking close but actually quite far away.
"Didn't you bring an umbrella when you went out?" Xie Yulin asked.
Chunsheng rummaged through the baggage on the horse's back, then shook his head with a hint of shame: "Nothing."
Autumn rain comes without warning.
If you speed up your journey before the heavy rain starts, you can make it back in time.
But Xie Yulin's riding skills were good enough, while Chunsheng's were not; he would fall behind and get soaked.
Chunsheng has been with him for so many years, Xie Yulin couldn't bear it, so he said to him, "Chunsheng, let's find a tree to shelter from the rain."
Zhao Tulin, who had already ridden far away, suddenly turned back, and Xie Yulin saw that her shadow was getting closer and clearer.
"Sister!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise, "Sister, why are you back?"
Xie Yulin looked at the umbrella in her hand and couldn't help but feel excited.
Could it be that his sister came to bring him an umbrella?
He knew that his sister was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and that she was the best person.
Zhao Tulin lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes casting shadows beneath his eyes. He opened the bamboo umbrella with a "bang" and tilted his head slightly: "Look, someone's soaked to the bone."
The raindrops began to fall, gradually growing heavier, and Xie Yulin felt that his hair and clothes were soaked.
He gripped the reins tightly; if he got soaked any more, he would look even more disheveled and unsightly.
So she dismounted and shielded her forehead with her hand, saying, "Sister, you go back first. I'll wait out the rain until it stops before I leave."
Where to hide?
"Just find a tree to stand under."
The trees on the mountain were lush and verdant, providing him with shelter from the rain.
Zhao Tulin scoffed, "Didn't anyone tell you not to hide under a tree on a rainy day?"
"You'll be struck by lightning."
She reached out her hand to Xie Yulin on the ground: "Come up, I'll lend you my umbrella."
Raindrops splashed on the leaves and grass, making a crackling sound, like celestial music.
Zhao Tulin looked at Xie Yulin, who was standing below, somewhat stunned.
Beautiful people are beautiful even when they cry, don't say they just got wet in the rain.
Xie Yulin was soaking wet, just like his eyes, which were filled with water. Water droplets slowly dripped from his fair and delicate chin, making him look pitiful.
Xie Yulin was flattered. He wiped his wet hands on his clothes and carefully extended his hand.
Zhao Tulin grasped his hand.
Soft, delicate, slender and graceful.
She pulled him onto her horse, sat him in front of her, wrapped her left arm around his lean waist to hold the reins, and held an umbrella in her right hand, encompassing the two of them in the small space.
Xie Yulin's body trembled almost imperceptibly, his face flushed, and he even held his breath.
He couldn't help but sniff it carefully again.
Aside from the fresh earthy smell of raindrops hitting the soil and the scent of plants, there was also the scent of Zhao Tulin, fresh and clean, like a crushed orange with its peel on, both sweet and astringent.
Although Zhao Tulin was taller than the average woman, she was still half a head shorter than him. Sitting on the horse, it was a bit difficult for her to put her arm around him from behind, so she could only get closer to him.
This time, Xie Yulin not only felt her aura, but also her warmth and soft curves.
He gripped the horse's mane, his face flushed crimson.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, what should I do ...?
After a long while, Xie Yulin finally came to his senses and whispered, "Sister, why don't I sit behind you? It'll be more convenient that way."
My sister is so kind; she held an umbrella for him and even rode with him. If I were to take advantage of her without her noticing, wouldn't that be wrong...?
Actually, this position wasn't very convenient, but Zhao Tulin wanted to maintain her noble, aloof, and domineering image, so she coldly pressed his head down; "You don't need to worry about it, just hold on tight to the reins so you don't fall off."
Xie Yulin kept his head down the whole time, not daring to raise it even slightly.
He thought that if she found it convenient, he would be more patient.
"Sister, how about I hold the umbrella?"
"No need, just shut up."
"……oh."
The two remained in this awkward position until they got home.
Zhao Tulin jumped off his horse and reached out to the man on horseback, preparing to pull him down.
Xie Yulin had been sitting with his head down on horseback for too long, and his brain was not getting enough blood. When he suddenly looked up, he felt dizzy and everything went black before his eyes, as if all the scenery in front of him was pressing down on him.
Zhao Tulin didn't expect him to fall straight off the horse like that. He instinctively dropped the umbrella and hugged him.
The cold rain fell on his face. Xie Yulin shook his head and felt that he was clear-headed. Seeing that he was hanging in the air, he struggled to get down: "Sister, put me down. I can walk by myself."
It's really indecent for a man to let a girl carry him; he's actually quite heavy.
Zhao Tulin weighed him in his hand: "Come on, I'll put you down later. If you fall to the ground again, you'll disfigure yourself."
Upon seeing them, the gatekeeper quickly opened an umbrella to greet them, sheltering the two under it and escorting them all the way.
Xie Yulin was being carried horizontally by Zhao Tulin, and so many people were watching this scene.
The servants sheltering from the rain under the eaves were whispering among themselves, probably talking about this matter.
He felt hot all over, like a boiled shrimp, and his fingers curled up.
Feeling embarrassed to look at people, she lowered her head, but her arms cautiously reached out and wrapped around Zhao Tulin's neck.
Xie Yulin waited stiffly for a while, but she didn't react, and then he felt relaxed.
After a while, he carefully pressed his head against her chest, but dared not touch her sensitive areas.
He glanced up discreetly and saw Zhao Tulin's sharp, delicate chin and long, snow-white neck, with faint blue veins showing through his skin.
Xie Yulin quietly raised his hand and casually brushed against her cheek.
My heart pounded wildly, followed by a surge of overwhelming joy.
I touched your face.
Zhao Tulin suddenly spoke, a slight vibration emanating from his chest.
Xie Yulin only heard her say, "You're so young, you should see a doctor as soon as you're sick. Heart disease is hard to treat, and a heart that beats too fast can kill you."
Xie Yulin blushed even more and shyly lowered his head.
Chunsheng stood at the back door, holding an umbrella, watching this scene, and felt utterly ashamed.
What a fine young man, so tall and strong, how could he be shrinking into a young lady's arms? Young Master Zhao is so thin, and even shorter than the young man by half a head, how could he have the nerve?
And she's acting so shy! How outrageous!
Xie Yulin is ill.
The doctor said that getting caught in the rain was secondary; the main reason was that her emotions fluctuated too much, and she didn't drink ginger soup properly after catching a cold.
Chunsheng stood by the bed, holding the medicine bowl, his lips pursed, looking at the person lying on the bed with a complicated expression.
His lover, flushed and sweating profusely, his face radiant with desire, was clutching the blanket and grinning foolishly with a dreamy look in his eyes. Who knows what he was thinking?
Xie Yulin was being mischievous; his undergarment sleeve brushed against the arm, leaving a red mark on the inside of his upper arm. It was from when Zhao Tulin caught him and accidentally used too much force to catch him, and now it looked rather ambiguous.
"Drink your medicine, my lord. After you finish, we'll go home. Go back early so we can try to get leniency and prevent the madam from beating you too severely." We can't stay in Pingzhou any longer. She's already completely bewitched; who knows what trouble she might cause if we stay any longer.
Xie Yulin refused to drink the medicine, so Chunsheng gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and forced the medicine down Xie Yulin's throat by pinching his chin.
A short while later, the drug took effect, and the person drifted off to sleep.
Zhao Tulin came in after changing into dry clothes, her hair loosely tied back.
"Young Master Zhao," Chunsheng greeted him hastily.
"Are you feeling better?" Zhao Tulin hadn't expected that Xie Yulin, who looked so frail, was actually so physically weak.
She lifted the bed curtains and saw a beautiful scene of crabapple blossoms in spring. She hurriedly pulled the curtains back shut.
No, it's so beautiful, I'd be missing out if I didn't take a closer look.
She pulled the curtain open again, and in the light, a bright red finger mark could be seen on Xie Yulin's chin.
“?” Zhao Tulin reached out and touched it lightly with his fingertips, then turned his head and frowned as he looked at Chunsheng.
Chunsheng held the bowl tightly, stammering, "My lord doesn't like taking medicine, there's nothing I can do..."
You wouldn't notice it on anyone else, but on their young master, with his delicate skin and tender flesh.
Zhao Tulin was still unhappy and touched his chin again.
It's so beautiful, what if you ruin it?
His cherry-pink lips were stained with glistening medicine stains, plump and looking very easy to bite. Zhao Tulin swallowed hard, and after a long while, he used his fingertips to wipe them away inch by inch.
"I'm setting off for war tomorrow. Let your husband go back to where he came from as soon as possible."
Before leaving, Zhao Tulin gave Chunsheng some instructions.
Such a delicate beauty, let's just forget about her.
Chunsheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."
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