Chapter 172 Extra Four
Zhao Tulin felt he should push him away.
Who does he think he is, being so disrespectful? He's so smug.
but……
She subconsciously licked her lips. Xie Yulin was so handsome, it wasn't a big deal for her to admire him a little, right?
After all, she only made a mistake that all women make.
Zhao Tulin didn't respond, acting as if he was neither proactive nor unwilling and taking no responsibility. Xie Yulin didn't know how to continue.
After all, he had already taken the initiative to the limit, but his sister didn't support him, so he was left hanging, which was really embarrassing.
This makes him seem unattractive.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat silent.
Zhao Tulin wondered to himself, "Why didn't he continue? He should have continued."
Xie Yulin wondered what his next step should be.
Since he'd already taken his clothes off here tonight, he couldn't just slink away like that.
He lowered his head, like a kitten, and kissed Zhao Tulin's chin again, then clumsily and gently sucked on the tender flesh of her neck.
Then he raised his head, stared at her with his clear, bright eyes, and said the most embarrassing thing he had ever said: "Sister, am I not pretty? I'm very well-behaved and not clingy."
She's definitely pretty, but whether she's clingy or not is debatable.
Zhao Tulin inherited at least 80% of Wei Li's lustful nature. She couldn't resist anyone who was pretty, and if someone made even the slightest move, she couldn't take it.
Besides, it's Xie Yulin, such a great beauty, who's taking the initiative.
A lone man and a lone woman, mutual affection, and a passionate, fiery relationship—all the conditions for an improper relationship to occur were met, and somehow they ended up together.
Amidst her confusion and infatuation, Zhao Tulin still retained a sliver of reason. She propped herself up, attempting to escape, and then said to Xie Yulin with righteous indignation, "I don't think we can do this. It wouldn't be good if your parents found out."
The two families are related in some way, so how can she sleep with someone's son without giving him any status?
Xie Yulin's eyes were red at the corners, and her eyes were brimming with tears. She tilted her head back, revealing her delicate and slender neck. She was panting heavily while suppressing her desire, already looking like she was ready to be taken.
He's in so much pain right now. Zhao Tulin is trying to run away. What is he going to do?
“Yes…yes, it’s okay…” He swallowed hard, then said haltingly.
Zhao Tulin decided to try one more time.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Xie Yulin quickly grabbed her sash and pulled her back onto himself.
He spoke with a wet, hoarse voice and a pitiful expression.
Zhao Tulin completely broke down.
Fine, she resigned herself to her fate. Now she knew where all those tyrannical rulers of ancient times came from. Who could stand up to that?
She bent down again to kiss Xie Yulin's Adam's apple and collarbone.
His body was very sensitive, trembling at the slightest touch, flushed a pale pink, and he let out soft, unbearable groans, even his breathing was ambiguous.
"Sister, please...please don't torture me anymore." Zhao Tulin just kissed and touched him, without taking any further action. How much endurance could a child have after his first time? He couldn't take it anymore very quickly.
Zhao Tulin swore that she really didn't mean it; she was just inexperienced and was still trying to test the waters.
A sudden inspiration struck her, and she realized how clever her little brain was.
“If you don’t want me to torment you, then take the initiative yourself,” she said.
"Can I be on top, sister?" Xie Yulin asked.
When it came to Zhao Tulin's dignity, she remained silent: "Just once."
Once she learns this time, she'll want to be on top every time, and every time!
Xie Yulin gently kissed her temple, then rolled over and placed her beneath him: "Sister, I'll be gentle, it won't hurt."
It hurts? Go easy on me? I've never been afraid of anything in my life!
Zhao Tulin was provoked and felt insulted. She grabbed Xie Yulin's arm and said to him, "Who are you trying to insult with your weakling appearance? Do you look down on me? Don't be gentle! Use all your strength you can!"
Xie Yulin smiled shyly and restrainedly, his eyes lighting up.
He was fair-skinned and handsome, but his body was not flabby.
Zhao Tulin touched it and described it as having a perfect balance of fat and lean, firm but not uncomfortable, and very comfortable.
She wanted to sleep on top of him...
Xie Yulin intertwined his fingers with hers, leaned down and kissed her with teary eyes, then called her again and again, "Sister, sister."
At the moment of deepest contact, Zhao Tulin felt that the pain was still within the range that allowed her to maintain a cool and composed demeanor, but she felt bloated, extremely bloated.
Xie Yulin leaned on her shoulder and cried, tears streaming down her collarbone.
"Why are you crying?!" Zhao Tulin exploded. "I didn't force you! You took the initiative yourself!"
What if that little brat regrets it and turns around and accuses her of forcing him? She can't bear to lose face like that.
Xie Yulin reached for her lips, which were soft like a piece of candy. He kissed her eagerly, crying as he kissed her, "Sister, can I move a little?"
Zhao Tulin raised his hand in disgust and wiped away the tears on his face, revealing his clean-cut skin: "Whatever."
Would anyone really shed tears over something so trivial?
However, Zhao Tulin thought to himself that his crying was quite entertaining.
After receiving permission, Xie Yulin stopped abruptly after only a short while, then frantically hugged Zhao Tulin and cried, "Waaah, sister, I didn't mean to, please give me another chance."
He himself didn't know why the first time was so fast.
My sister won't despise him, will she? Despise him for being useless and then go find another man? Waaah, no way!
Most of the men in the military camp were rough and uncouth. Although they would restrain themselves when facing Zhao Tulin, their bawdy jokes would often manage to reach Zhao Tulin's ears.
For example, how men usually finish very quickly the first time.
She expressed her understanding.
If Xie Yulin could last a long time on the first try, she would start to have doubts.
But the little rabbit spirit kept crying, which annoyed her so much that she pushed him off her: "Are you going to do it or not? If not, get out."
Xie Yulin then reluctantly came closer to her again, assuring her that he would try his best this time.
Young people are physically strong, and it's always hard to resist when they first taste forbidden fruit.
When they snuggled together like two little rabbits and fell asleep, it was already dawn.
Although Xie Yulin tried his best to remain silent, such things could not be kept secret from everyone.
After all, the fact that a vixen had entered the young master's tent and hadn't come out by dawn was enough for everyone to talk about.
It was unusual for Zhao Tulin not to get up early; he didn't open his eyes until the sun was high in the sky.
My lower back hurts, my legs ache, and I feel a bit bloated...
Wait, how can it still swell?
She slapped him awake, and Xie Yulin unconsciously rubbed against her, his long, black hair spread out on the bed, making his face look like a peach blossom.
Zhao Tulin couldn't bring herself to do it, after all, the young master was blinded by lust.
She got up to take a shower, and when she looked in the mirror, she realized that her body was covered in bruises, indicating that last night had been very exciting.
Zhao Tulin cared about his reputation, so he couldn't just go out like that. He changed into a high-necked garment and wrapped himself up tightly.
The Great Zhou Dynasty split into Northern Zhou, Southern Zhou, and several prefectures and counties twenty years ago.
Later, Emperor Zhao Mingjin of the Southern Zhou Dynasty was assassinated by his sister, who then supported his son to ascend the throne. However, the young emperor was too young, and the Southern Zhou Dynasty was eventually annexed by Emperor Zhao Mingchen of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
As time passed, the Northern Zhou Dynasty fell into internal strife and eventually became unsustainable. Taking advantage of this, Zhao Tulin marched south and almost reached the capital of the Northern Zhou.
The Northern Zhou ministers advocated surrender, but Zhao Mingchen refused, killing many people in succession, preferring death to surrender.
Zhao Tulin kept his troops stationed nearby, waiting for an opportunity.
Zhao Xiheng's hometown is here, and her parents' tombs are also here. This place can also be considered Zhao Tulin's hometown. She tries her best not to engage in warfare.
"Report! Young Master, a letter has arrived from the Lord!"
Zhao Tulin always felt that her frivolous father's letters to her were never good news.
She unfolded the letter, and saw that it was written in not very beautiful handwriting: My son, your mother and I have decided to hold our sixth wedding in Jinyang, to be witnessed by your maternal grandparents. Work hard and conquer Jinyang as soon as possible.
Zhao Tulin: "..."
She is just a tool.
So, in a fit of anger, he crumpled the letter and threw it into the drawer.
It's so annoying. Her parents always brag about how good their relationship is in front of her.
When she gets married in the future, I'll show her off!
When Xie Yulin woke up groggily, he unconsciously rubbed against the blanket and realized that it was a little cold.
The bed was empty; he was all alone.
He jumped up abruptly, his eyes filled with helplessness.
It's as if everything that happened last night was fake.
He quickly and quietly lifted a corner of the blanket and looked down.
It's not fake, he's with my sister!
But where is my sister?
Did he leave right after sleeping with her? Did he not want him anymore? Or was he dissatisfied with her last night?
In short, he may have been taken advantage of without any official status.
It's like an emperor casually summoning a palace maid for his pleasure.
Xie Yulin bit the corner of the blanket, heartbroken.
That's the only explanation. Normally, they would wake up together in the morning, have breakfast, and then the older sister would pull him aside and tell everyone, "This person is mine from now on." Is that how it works?
He stared blankly for a while, then finally decided to wash up and make his bed.
Don't rush, take it slow. After all, there are no other men around her, so he still has a chance.
He boasted about his own strengths.
She's good-looking and can cook.
He was as diligent as a fairy godmother, not only changing the quilt but also washing and hanging out the dirty bedding.
Although everyone seemed to be looking at him strangely and whispering among themselves.
Zhao Tulin didn't say last night that he wouldn't have to go to the kitchen anymore.
As a sensible and understanding male concubine?
It might sound a bit strange to say it like that, but that seems to be the case for their current relationship, and in terms of status and ability, Zhao Tulin is several times better than him.
Xie Yulin read some strange books from who-knows-where and learned some bizarre and fallacious theories.
What kind of considerate, tactful, and intelligent man can keep a woman from getting annoyed?
He regarded this as a guiding principle and always tried to be a man who understood the bigger picture.
When he returned to the kitchen, many people quietly sized him up.
Xie Yulin noticed, but what could he do? He was naturally handsome and lovable, and his sister spoiled him.
He held his head high, like a favored concubine.
The head cook was practically grinding his teeth to dust.
I never expected that the young master would actually fall for this good-looking but brainless brat!
Even the young master is so vulgar, allowing such a person to gain power!
Xie Yulin seemed oblivious, running over to thank his boss with sincere eyes: "Thank you, brother, for giving me this opportunity."
Boss: "..."
After Zhao Tulin finished practicing martial arts and stretching his muscles at the training ground, he figured Xie Yulin should be awake by now, so he planned to go back to find him for a meal and also let this delicate young man go home and stay.
But once inside, the entire tent was empty, and the beds were spotless, without a single wrinkle.
Before they left, they even diligently swept the floor, wiped the table, and made tea for her.
So virtuous...
Zhao Tulin rolled his eyes. When he went out, he saw the freshly washed bedding fluttering in the wind. He hadn't noticed it at all when he came in in such a hurry.
Alright, since Xie Yulin is willing to do hard labor, let him continue. Zhao Tulin can go eat by himself; we'll leave him alone.
At night, Xie Yulin brought over another late-night snack.
I don't know if I'm sending Zhao Tulin a late-night snack, or if I'm sending myself to Zhao Tulin.
The guard at the gate gave him a cryptic look, then let him in.
Xie Yulin was too tired to sleep well last night and didn't have time to eat breakfast this morning. After another busy day, although he tried to cheer himself up, he still looked tired and his dazed and clumsy appearance was quite heartbreaking.
He made wontons tonight, adding seaweed and dried shrimp. The soup was sweet and delicious, and the wonton wrappers were thin with generous fillings.
"Sister, eat something." He placed the wontons on the table, then knelt down to one side, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for Zhao Tulin to finish looking at what he was holding and start eating.
The candlelight wasn't very bright, and he cautiously yawned; he was so sleepy.
But she still shook her head, forcing herself to stay awake, her eyes misty with tears.
The wontons were quite delicious. Zhao Tulin put down her book and ate three in one go. She wanted to praise Xie Yulin for making such delicious wontons, but she felt that praising him like that would make her seem ignorant and like she had never tasted good food before.
Forget it.
But her expression betrayed her; she was clearly enjoying the meal.
Xie Yulin rested his chin on his hand and stared at her, a sweet and satisfied smile on his lips.
He felt so happy that his sister could eat the food he made; he wished it could always be like this.
Chunsheng said that cooking too much oil and fumes would make him age faster, but it seems that this small price to pay is not as gratifying as Zhao Tulin eating his cooking.
As he watched, his eyelids drooped unconsciously, and he fell asleep, propping his cheeks up with his hand.
Zhao Tulin thought to himself, "Good heavens, he's here to freeload off me again."
But she still didn't wake him up. Instead, she picked him up, put him on the bed, and took off his clothes.
Xie Yulin woke up once in the middle of the night, but Zhao Xiheng covered his eyes and he snuggled up to her before falling asleep again.
He washed himself thoroughly before bringing him here; he was completely clean.
However, her fair skin had scattered finger marks, bruises, and hickeys, as well as some red marks from the rough cloth, making her look rather pitiful.
Zhao Tulin found some ointment and applied it to him, then pulled the blanket up for him.
Tsk, why bother? Why not be a perfectly good young man and instead come to the army camp to be a cook? So many people are cooking for her, she won't starve.
Zhao Tulin secretly contacted important officials of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and half a month later, with the help of both inside and outside forces, she took down the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The foundation for unification had been laid, and she was preparing to return to the capital.
Although the Central Plains has always been the capital, she was born and raised in Pingzhou and still prefers the land and water there.
As Zhao Tulin's value soared, countless people tried to arrange marriages for her, practically wearing down her doorstep.
It seems like her becoming empress is a foregone conclusion. If her son could be chosen as her legitimate husband, he would be the king's consort, truly second only to the emperor.
They probably also felt that it wasn't realistic for someone of Zhao Tulin's status to have only one man. Since she couldn't be the only one, she could be the most important one, or at least the most favored.
To be honest, Zhao Tulin didn't like any of these men. They weren't good-looking enough, their personalities weren't sweet enough, and they couldn't cook. What would she want with them?
Zhao Xiheng respected Zhao Tulin's opinion, and Wei Li wished that Zhao Tulin would never marry, so he turned all these people away.
Only Xie Yulin, who squatted in his mansion every day, felt anxious every time he saw the matchmakers coming and going, fearing that Zhao Tulin would take a liking to one of them and the matter would be settled.
He would mutter in his dreams at night, "I don't want to be a concubine."
Chunsheng sometimes heard this and felt that he seemed to be sick.
When Xie Yulin woke up from his dream, he suddenly realized that he had been overthinking things. It was possible that he wouldn't even be a concubine, and it was uncertain whether he would even have a title...
Ever since he returned to Pingzhou, he went to see his sister, but she was very cold to him and didn't seem to want to sleep with him. Could it be that he wasn't good at it?
He thought about it day and night, his mind a jumble of thoughts, and finally couldn't resist any longer. On a dark and windy night, he grabbed his pillow and went to find his way there.
Upon hearing a series of clumsy thuds as someone climbed over the wall, Zhao Tulin knew it was Xie Yulin.
He thought he had sneaked into the room undetected, but Zhao Tulin was already sitting on the bed waiting for him: "What are you doing here?"
"I miss you, sister." He had already learned how to use affection most effectively.
Just like now, look at her innocently with bright, sparkling eyes, and it would be best to raise your head slightly and get closer to her, as if asking for a kiss.
Zhao Tulin was indeed swayed by beauty.
"Do you know what the consequences will be if you sneak over here?" The most likely consequence is that her father will beat her into a cripple.
Xie Yulin shook his head: "But I miss you. Sister, you've been so busy lately, I haven't been able to see you at all."
Yes, Zhao Tulin is very busy, busy with his coronation ceremony.
Unlike Wei Li, Zhao Tulin wanted to be the emperor; she wanted to be the first and only female emperor in history.
She has both the ability and the ambition.
Her parents have laid a good foundation for her and created the necessary conditions.
"Sister, I also made lotus root starch pastries for you." He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, which contained several pieces of pink and white pastry. They were a little crumbly, but they still looked pretty good.
As Xie Yulin spoke, he used his cunning to climb onto Zhao Tulin's bed and sit close to her.
He had a piece in his mouth and raised his chin at her: "Sister, do you want some?"
Xie Yulin knew what kind of woman Zhao Tulin liked; he was already an expert in seduction.
Although he sometimes felt like a seductive concubine who seduce the emperor into neglecting his duties.
Zhao Tulin pinched his chin and pulled him closer, then bit into the lotus root starch pastry on his lips.
It's sweet, but not cloying, with a delicate fragrance of lotus root starch.
Everything happened naturally.
In the final step, she bit his Adam's apple, preparing to sink in. But suddenly her face turned pale, she gripped the edge of the bed, and covered her lips, gagging.
Xie Yulin was greatly shocked. Had he become disgusting to her now? But he didn't have time to think about it. He quickly patted her back and poured her some honey water: "Was the lotus root starch pastry bad? I'll go find a doctor."
Zhao Tulin had clearly recovered and wasn't as uncomfortable as before. She grabbed him and said, "Let's go tomorrow. I'm fine. Go to sleep."
Xie Yulin obediently helped her get dressed, carefully held her, patted her back to lull her to sleep, and asked from time to time, "Are you still uncomfortable?"
He stopped crying at this time, because crying is appropriate for certain situations. When someone is not feeling well, he should take care of them instead of crying and causing trouble.
Zhao Tulin shook his head and asked her several times before she peacefully fell asleep.
Xie Yulin closed his eyes briefly in the middle of the night, and woke up before dawn.
He was always worried that she would be in pain again.
She's in such good health, how could she be feeling unwell?
"Are you still feeling unwell, sister?" he asked. "It's dawn, I'll go find a doctor for you."
Xie Yulin got up and dressed: "What do you want to eat for breakfast? Shrimp dumplings? Wontons? Sweet potato pancakes?"
"Oil-splashed noodles, extra chili." She lazily turned over, clearly not taking her discomfort from last night seriously.
"Okay, I'm going now!" Xie Yulin made a note of it and ran outside.
Zhao Tulin, lying on the bed, called out to him, "Go through the back door, but don't let my dad find out."
"What...when was the back door opened?" There wasn't a back door in my sister's yard before.
Xie Yulin scratched his head, looking somewhat bewildered, and asked.
"After you sprained your ankle last time," she said casually, then turned over and went back to sleep. "Wake me up when the noodles are ready."
Xie Yulin's breath hitched, and his eyes crinkled into crescents. Perhaps this incident had emboldened him, for he actually asked, "Sister, when are you going to give me a title? Anything is fine, I'm not picky."
Zhao Tulin didn't answer him for a long time, and the light in his eyes dimmed considerably. After a while, just as he was about to step out the door, Zhao Tulin suddenly spoke up: "Well, wait a bit, it should be soon."
Xie Yulin practically skipped out; he would soon have a formal title!
Although Zhao Tulin said he didn't need a doctor, Xie Yulin insisted on hiring one anyway.
During the day, Wei Li kept a close eye on him, and he would be reminded if he got even a little close to Zhao Tulin. He didn't know what the doctor was saying.
Zhao Tulin thought Xie Yulin was doomed; her father would definitely break his legs.
There was no way to hide this kind of thing, so she simply confessed and sat down next to Wei Li and Zhao Xiheng.
Zhao Xiheng peeled an orange for her. Zhao Tulin showed no sign of wanting to discuss anything important. While eating the orange, he casually asked, "You're going to be grandparents. Are you happy?"
"Happy." Wei Li didn't react for a moment and replied casually, then Zhao Xiheng pinched him, and his mind suddenly cleared.
He didn't even need to ask; he knew whose little thing it was.
Wei Li stood up shakily like an old man: "Your mother and I are still young, how can you bear to give us such a high seniority?"
Zhao Tulin did not hesitate: "I can bear it."
He couldn't take it anymore, so he drew his knife and ran outside.
Zhao Xiheng was still in shock and didn't even think about stopping him.
Xie Yulin was making fruit milk jelly for Zhao Tulin when Wei Li suddenly knocked him to the ground, leaving him somewhat dazed.
Wei Li rambled on and on, but he managed to extract the useful information: his sister seems to be pregnant, and the baby is his.
So when Wei Li hit him, he stopped dodging and instead knelt on the ground, hugging Wei Li's leg: "Father, hit me, you can even kill me."
"Please don't break my hand, I still need to cook for my sister."
Wei Li wanted to cry, but he couldn't.
Xie Yulin's handsome face seduced his daughter. The key point is that Xie Yulin is also an idiot. Can't his daughter be as wise and discerning as him?
Even when Xie Yulin was lying half-dead in bed, he was still happy.
Zhao Tulin came to see him. After all, being someone's son-in-law is never easy; you always get beaten up.
Xie Yulin forced himself to sit up, nervously grabbing her hand: "Sister, are you really pregnant?"
Zhao Tulin nodded, pointed to his stomach as if to something insignificant: "It's right here."
“Then don’t abandon her.” He continued, afraid that Zhao Tulin didn’t want the child: “I can do without a title, or if you don’t like it, I’ll raise the child, okay? I have money to raise a child.”
Zhao Tulin didn't say anything, but suddenly laughed, raised his hand and rubbed his face until it was deformed.
Wei Li dictated, and Zhao Xiheng wrote in a letter: "Just write to Qi Yan and her husband that their son is pregnant..."
Zhao Xiheng looked at him as if he were an idiot.
Wei Li was so angry that he misspoke and changed his words: "Tell them to come and take this little beast away!"
Before Xie Qingyu and his wife arrived, Xie Yulin had already been kicked out by Wei Li.
Xie Yulin missed Zhao Tulin, so he could only fly kites to her place, send her food in small baskets, or climb over the wall at night. Later, Wei Li raised several dogs, and Xie Yulin's pants were all torn.
There are rumors circulating that the young master intends to establish a legitimate ruler at the coronation ceremony.
Xie Yulin felt somewhat dejected; the promise that a father's status would rise with his son's was all a lie.
However, Masako is definitely gentle and dignified, better than him. It's good enough that his sister kept his child.
Xie Qingyu and Qi Yan received the letter from Pingzhou. They hurriedly packed their bags and rushed to Pingzhou, also preparing a dowry for Xie Yulin.
Once the son enters the Pingzhou family, he's considered to be marrying into the family. Don't expect him to get a wife; whether the family is even willing to let him marry into the family is another matter entirely.
Xie Qingyu gently squeezed Qi Yan's hand: "Shall we go?"
Qi Yan couldn't break free from him.
Zhao Tulin has made a betrothal proposal to Xie, the beautiful but useless young master of Yongzhou.
Xie Yulin felt as if he had been hit by a pie falling from the sky, leaving him dizzy and confused. He was not smart enough, not virtuous enough, and not generous enough. He never thought that his sister would choose someone like him, who was not like a proper husband, as her husband.
At night, he overcame his fear of dogs and quietly climbed over the wall; he had so many questions he wanted to ask.
Zhao Tulin knew he would come.
He stammered for a long time, and in the end he didn't dare to ask any too outrageous questions, for fear that Zhao Tulin would change her mind and not want him anymore. He just carefully touched her hand and said, "Sister, if you ever take a fancy to someone and want to bring them home, could you tell me in advance?"
I want to be prepared; if it's too sudden, he'll be very upset.
Zhao Tulin tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Then I probably have nothing to tell you."
I still prefer you.
Author's Note: The story is complete! Hooray!
Thank you all for your continued support. See you in the next game!
(The End)
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