Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Xie Tingyu, you can't regret it. ...
“Quick, quick, quick.”
A small figure nimbly leaped from the shaft of the cart and waved back, "Hurry up! Don't delay me from seeing the teacher."
Several palace maids followed closely behind, holding rosewood boxes. The boxes were filled with rare supplements, including old ginseng with complete hair and beard unearthed from Cai, and pearl Ganoderma lucidum shipped from the South China Sea. They were all precious items for healing and health preservation.
Having been here so many times, Ji Xun was already familiar with the route. She walked quickly down the corridor, and the palace maids behind her had to catch up with her breathlessly.
The leading palace attendant was so anxious that he kept shouting, "Hey! Ancestor, please slow down!"
After finally following him to the gate of Changhao Courtyard, Ji Xun suddenly turned around, raised his index finger to his lips, and said, "Shh! The teacher needs to rest. You don't have to follow me in."
She pointed at the gift boxes in the palace servant's hands and said, "Just leave these to Xie Yuan's people to take care of them."
Since Xie Tingyu's injury and needing convalescence, Wei Fenghua has issued a decree prohibiting all attendants from making any noise or entering the bedroom without permission. They are only allowed to wait outside the corridor, and visitors are strictly prohibited. Therefore, the men she saved during the Jiankang Rebellion have yet to see him, and can only send gifts to express their gratitude.
The courtyard was silent, with only a few servants pruning flowers and trees along the way. Ji Xun slowed his pace, puzzled by the absence of zither music and his uncle.
The door was ajar. She pushed it open quietly and tiptoed in.
The inner room was strangely quiet. For a moment, all I could hear was my own breathing and some subtle, vague sounds, mixed with the indistinguishable sound of water, a faint laugh, and the rustling of fabric.
It's a really strange sound.
Did it really come from the teacher's room?
Ji Xun took small steps behind the screen and quietly poked half of his head out. When he saw the scene clearly, he almost screamed out loud, but inexplicably felt that screaming at this moment would bring huge trouble, so he subconsciously covered his mouth.
It turned out that her handsome uncle and teacher were playing on the couch.
"Lianlian, hold my waist with your hands."
The teacher whispered, leaning over and kissing her uncle's lips. As their ears rubbed against each other, a subtle sound of water rubbed against her, a sound she couldn't understand, and her uncle's face flushed slightly from the tips of his ears to his neck.
Ji Xun blinked in confusion.
So you're awake, teacher.
It turns out that uncle, you were not missing, you just ran to the teacher's bed.
But uncle, why are you on the teacher's couch? Or, uncle, why are you lying under the teacher?
"Xie Tingyu..."
When they separated, the uncle was panting lightly, with silver hair on the corners of his lips. His fingers were buried in the teacher's hair and he begged for mercy, "Let me get off the bed. I'm afraid someone will come in later."
The teacher's bandaged hand gently pinched my uncle's neck, forcing him to look up, and her lips rubbed against the corner of his lips, "I said I can get off the bed, so I'll have to pity you before I can get off."
"But I'm really scared."
My uncle turned his head away and stared at the curtains inside the couch. "Let me down."
"I won't allow it."
The teacher then clamped the uncle's chin with two fingers, bit his lower lip as punishment, and then slowly rubbed his lips, "Lianlian, you are not allowed to leave until I nod."
"Xie Tingyu, don't go too far."
"Did you just meet me on the first day? Haven't I always been like this?"
When my uncle heard this, his eyes sparkled with tears, and he complained with a sense of grievance, "How could you do this?"
"If you want a kiss, do it quickly."
On the couch, the two of them lingered once more, their lips and teeth intertwined, their breathing becoming chaotic. The teacher's hand, which was clasped around my uncle's wrist, quietly slid under the covers, groping for something in the dark. This caused my uncle to shudder and moan softly.
"Why are you so restless even when you are sick?" My uncle seemed to be complaining about something, and his voice was trembling.
In fact, this was not the first time Ji Xun had seen this scene.
She had seen him before in her father's Penglai Palace. Late at night after a palace banquet, she woke up drowsily looking for water and somehow found her way to her father's bedroom. She saw her mother pinning him down on the couch. His expression was one of unbearable agony, a stark contrast to her uncle's current state of bliss and ecstasy.
It turns out that when two people's lips touch each other, it is not a torture but a happy thing?
So what does it mean to press your lips together? The Master never taught us about this! There's no such thing in the books either!
Ji Xun was completely bewildered. This was the first time in her life that she had discovered something new that wasn't even mentioned in the books. She couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, uncle, what are you doing?"
The child's voice startled the two people who were cuddling on the couch and made them freeze.
Xie Tingyu looked at Ji Xun, who stood beside the screen with a bewildered expression, then lowered his head to look at the person beneath him. Ji Lian's face and neck were as red as a cooked crab on an autumn day, and one part of her neck was swollen, hot, and throbbing violently.
She whispered in surprise, "So being watched makes you react more strongly?" Her fingertips touched something wet. "Where's the handkerchief from earlier?"
Ji Lian bit the tip of her tongue hard, using the stinging pain to suppress the surging embarrassment, and then she used all her strength to force out a few words from between her teeth: "You... shut up!"
His breathing had been disrupted, each breath a panicked, drawn-out throttle. He didn't dare look at Ji Xun, unsure how to face those curious eyes. His gaze instinctively fell on the blanket covering them both. Now, looking at it again, it wasn't even a blanket at all. It was clearly a life-saving fig leaf, the only thing he could cling to, a last shred of dignity.
Help!
It's all Xie Tingyu's fault!
It's all her fault! She insisted on dragging him onto the bed and kissing him. Now, Ji Xun has caught them red-handed. When they get back, Xie Guijun will definitely know about it, and then Xie Dasitu will know too. And then... I'm afraid the whole Jiankang City will know about it! Will Xie Dasitu immediately force Xie Tingyu to marry someone else and cut off all contact with him from now on?
This thought made Ji Lian panic.
"You...take it away!"
Ji Lian raised his hand to fasten his clothes, but the sash that held his waist had long been undone by Xie Tingyu, and now he didn't know where it was in the quilt, so he couldn't find it. He turned and glared at Xie Tingyu, only to see him hold his hand out in front of him, his fingertips and the spaces between his fingers still stained with crystal-clear wetness.
"W-What are you doing!?"
"Handkerchief."
Ji Lian was so embarrassed that blood was dripping from the tip of her ears. She hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her collar and wiped her fingers carelessly.
Facing Ji Xun's curious gaze, he held Xie Tingyu's waist with one hand and supported himself on the couch with the other as he struggled to stand. The whole time, he held the quilt tightly, wrapping it tightly around his waist and abdomen, not daring to move. How could he let the quilt slip? If it did, he would never see anyone again.
Seeing that neither of them answered, and looking closely at his uncle's flushed face, his eyes wandering, and his face full of despair, while the teacher looked calm, Ji Xun asked again, "Teacher, uncle, what were you two doing just now?"
Xie Tingyu calmly pulled up the quilt to cover Ji Lian more tightly, and said calmly, "We are kissing."
Ji Lian was so shocked by these words that he clenched the quilt around his waist and abdomen. He stared at Xie Tingyu in astonishment. But the other party turned his head and pecked the corner of his mouth a few more times quickly, and explained to Ji Xun seriously, "Look, this is a kiss."
Ji Lian's Adam's apple rolled and she couldn't help swallowing. She subconsciously grabbed Xie Tingyu's hand. The embarrassment, shame, and fear that were surging in her heart were suppressed at this moment by a kind of weightless trance and a prairie-like heat.
She...she actually kissed him a few more times in front of Ji Xun? Was she admitting her relationship with him in front of others?
Although Ji Xun had the answer, she felt a wave of disappointment. She, her teacher, and her uncle had been good friends, enjoying hide-and-seek together. Now, she discovered a hidden intimacy between the other two. It was like in a three-person friendship, there's always one person who's superfluous.
"Xun'er."
Ji Lian on the couch suddenly spoke, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "You go out first, let me... tidy up, and then come out to find you."
"Ah...Okay. Then uncle, you have to come out quickly. I'll wait for you outside."
After Ji Xun left, Ji Lian suddenly sat up, still clutching the waistband of her pants, biting her lip and glaring at Xie Tingyu, "Why did you suddenly admit it in front of Xun'er just now?"
"Um?"
Xie Tingyu fished out the palace belt from under the quilt and handed it to her, leaning against the couch and smiling, "Just answer whatever you did. Since she saw it all, just admit it."
Ji Lian took Gong Dai, leaned over, put his arm around her waist and pushed her back onto the couch, stealing glances at her expression. "What if Xun'er goes back and tells Brother Xie? How do you expect me to behave in front of Xun'er in the future?"
"Um?"
Xie Tingyu raised an eyebrow. "Is being close to me so shameful? Is it worth your worry?"
"I...I...didn't mean that."
Xie Tingyu nodded, "Then we must kiss behind closed doors from now on."
"You haven't told me yet what I should do if Brother Xie finds out about this?"
"Then admit it."
"Admit it... admit it?"
What did she mean? What did she mean? Was she hinting at, tacitly approving of their affection?
The palace belt in Ji Lian's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. He hurriedly sat down next to Xie Tingyu, his breath hot on her lips. "If you, the Xie family, knew about what happened between us and forbade you from interacting with me, what would you do?"
"I...I...I don't want you to get into trouble with your tribe, but..."
Ji Lian's speech was incoherent and she could not continue. At such a close distance, Xie Tingyu's eyes remained as calm as water.
He lowered his eyes and whispered, "I don't want to be an obstacle to your career. If possible, I would like to be your confidant and your sweetheart."
As if remembering something, he added softly, "You've been unconscious for a long time this time. Someone suggested to me that dream interpretation and soul guidance require the aid of zither music. I specifically asked Wang Lang for the complete music score and have been playing it by your bedside every day. I wonder if you heard it in your dream? I also wonder if it really worked."
Xie Tingyu suddenly realized, "So the zither music I heard in my dream was really played by you?" At this point, she looked Ji Lian up and down, and said thoughtfully, "No wonder the person in my dream was wearing a purple robe decorated with calamus. It turned out to be you, Lianlian."
Ji Lian rubbed her fingertips, her voice filled with cautious exploration, "So this time, do I count as helping you and being your confidant?"
There was hope hidden in her eyes, and her gaze was filled with anxiety and anticipation. Even her slightly trembling lips revealed the same desire.
Xie Tingyu's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Ji Lian steadily. His expression at this moment was exactly the same as when he asked if she would marry him on the day of the wedding banquet.
Speaking of marrying...
She suddenly remembered the well-known old saying: Marrying an emperor or a nobleman will cut off your path to becoming a marquis.
She had no desire for a title, but she wanted to fulfill her old agreement with Wang Zhuozhang and return to the battlefield, donning her armor once more. Even if she didn't marry, she vaguely sensed that she could no longer completely abandon her feelings for Ji Lian.
Her eyes swept across his trembling eyelashes, and she suddenly realized that it would be impossible for her to treat him the same way as she had treated other young men before. She turned around and walked away gracefully.
She pondered for a long time. How could such an absolute truth exist in the world? Couldn't she, Xie Tingyu, have the best of both worlds?
Ji Lian raised his eyes and stared at her, with a bottomless light in his eyes. After a while, she slowly uttered the words he had been waiting for for a long time, "Lian Lian, do you want to be my lifelong confidant?"
At that moment, a burst of great joy suddenly burst out from the bottom of my heart, and my eyes were instantly filled with fine light.
That feeling is like a clear spring hidden deep in the mountains and forests, which has never been touched. Suddenly a stone is thrown into it, causing ripples on the surface of the water, disturbing the heartstrings.
He stared at her blankly with trembling lips, a bitter taste of sour and sweet welling up in his throat, and called out softly, "Xie Tingyu."
"Lianlian, I'm here."
"Xie Tingyu." He called again, as if to confirm the reality of the moment through this name.
"I am here."
Ji Lian opened his arms and carefully wrapped them around her waist, deliberately avoiding the injured area, and said "I do" three times softly and lightly, like three feathers falling on the tip of her heart, with a trembling joy in her voice.
"Xie Tingyu, you can't regret it."
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The author has something to say: Here it comes, here it comes, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.
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