Chapter 6: Inspection of goods first...
Ever since the last time they got closer, this guy seemed to have tasted the sweetness and was sticking to her in all kinds of ways every day.
Song Youning felt that Li Funing had been like a dog that had been locked up for too long recently...
Every time she looked back before going out, she would always see him standing under the eaves of the door, holding official documents in his hands in a pretentious manner, but looking at her eagerly.
"Lord Li,"
She deliberately kept a straight face and said, "Do you know that you look like..."
"Hmm?" He stared at her innocently.
"Like the little stupid dog I raised when I was a child, why is it so clingy..." Song Youning smiled.
"Then... I am stronger than it..."
He walked forward and bent down to straighten her collar. His warm fingertips brushed against her neck, causing her to feel numb.
"At least I won't bury the princess's shoes in the flowerbed."
Song Youning: “…”
A cold joke as always
A little later, Song Youning set off for the teahouse in front.
I heard from the innkeeper that the teahouse in front of the inn is extremely famous and the tea-making technique is unique.
Thinking it was just a few steps away, he didn't tell Li Funing.
When Song Youning just sat down in front of the tea table and the tea was just served, he was ready to taste it.
Li Funing brought Jingwen with him, and Jingwen rushed in with official documents and sat directly opposite her with a calm expression.
Song Youning watched with his own eyes as the originally large tea table was gradually buried by official documents, and he became furious.
"Lord Li..."
She gritted her teeth as she watched Jingwen pile up documents on half the table. "Are you planning to change your career and become a tea doctor?"
Li Funing calmly flipped open the document and said, "I have suddenly become very interested in the tea ceremony..."
(Jingwen lowered his head and suppressed his laughter: Sir, you can't even tell the difference between green tea and black tea, okay?)
"Zhi, Princess, this tea is very bitter."
Li Funing took a sip of tea, frowned, put down the teacup, and his eyes drooped.
Seeing him like this, Song Youning suppressed her anger and picked up the teacup suspiciously: "How could it be... I'll try it."
Song Youning took the tea from his hand and prepared to taste it, thinking that if the quality of this teahouse was not good, he would not be accepted.
Just as she was thinking, she felt a warmth on her lips.
Song Youning opened his eyes wide and came to his senses. The face so close to him was surprisingly handsome in the sunlight.
After stealing the love, Li Funing tilted his head and looked at her.
Li Funing was born with great looks, with a figure that showed seven parts of nobility and three parts of cuteness.
The whole demeanor of the body is like a new willow in March dipped in the spring stream. It is not as cold and oppressive as a cedar, nor as scorching as the scorching sun. Instead, it is like a bud just blooming in the morning light, with undried dew, clear and fresh, hitting the eyes, and warm and pleasant.
When the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, Song Youning felt a spring breeze passing through her heart. The vitality hidden in that warmth was more intoxicating than any strong liquor.
But he himself was completely unaware of it.
"Now that's sweet...what do you think Princess?"
Song Youning stood there in a daze, looking at the seductive Li Funing in front of him.
His scent lingers on the tip of your nose, and the slightly humid morning air makes you feel particularly at ease.
He was stunned for a long while before coming to his senses.
She covered her lips that were burning from being kissed, and the tips of her ears were red enough to drip blood: "Can you, can you please be quiet..."
Li Funing slowly wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, feeling aggrieved. "It was the princess who first promised me that she would tell me when I left home."
He pointed to the lonely teacup on the table and said, "You ended up coming here alone to drink it secretly."
The tone was aggrieved and innocent: "According to the regulations, you should be punished"
Before she finished speaking, Li Funing walked around the table and approached her.
Song Youning's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively sensed the danger. He subconsciously clenched his hands and stood up to retreat.
Suddenly, Li Funing pulled her back with his big hand and forced her into a small space.
Song Youning was held in his arms, with her lower back against the tea table. She met his gaze, her eyebrows slightly raised, "Master Li, are you planning a rebellion?"
"I dare not."
Li Funing held her waist with one hand, and fiddled with something in his sleeve with the other hand.
"But since the princess broke the rules first..."
"After much thought, I still can't bring myself to punish you. How about this, Princess, you feed me this candy cake yourself, and we'll be even?" He chuckled softly and pulled out a bag of candy from his sleeve, his voice filled with three parts helplessness and seven parts doting.
There was still crystal icing on the wax paper that wrapped the candy, and some residual warmth remained.
When Song Youning saw the candy cake in his hand, her eyes sparkled with shock. "Is this the palace's candy?"
She snatched it away, peeled off the oil paper, picked out a small piece and put it in her mouth. There were still some sugar threads at the corners of her lips, which made her lips look even more rosy.
"Slow down."
Li Funing lowered his eyes and stared at her, a gentle smile in his eyes.
Seeing her holding the candy with a smile on her face, the corners of her lips unconsciously rose a little.
He chuckled, his thumb stroking the corner of her lips.
The warm fingertips brushed across the soft lips, and the candy was rolled into the palm of his hand. "No one will compete with you."
Song Youning turned her eyes slightly and saw that he was staring at her. She glanced at him and said, "Forget it. Since Lord Li is so sincere..."
She picked up a piece of crispy candy and dragged out the last line of her voice, "I will... reluctantly grant you this favor."
Song Youning twisted the candy with her fingertips and brought it to his lips, and Li Funing took the candy into her hand.
His soft lips accidentally brushed against her fingertips, startling her and making her breath hitch.
Before he could pull his hand away, he felt a touch of moist heat passing across his fingertips, and he actually used the tip of his tongue to roll away the remaining powdered sugar.
"you......"
The tips of her ears instantly burned crimson, and the warm touch rushed up along her fingertips, making her whole body numb as if it had been electrified. She forced herself to glare at him with dignity: "Li Funing, you are so brave..."
Li Funing, however, smiled like a cat stealing fish, swallowing the candy with his Adam's apple rolling. "Your Majesty...I simply cannot bear to waste the princess's reward."
He stared at her red earlobe with burning eyes and added: "Princess... very sweet."
(Jingwen, who was hiding outside the door and eating cold cakes, said: So my subordinates are not human beings?)
As the two of them passed their teacups, time slowly passed and the light in the teahouse gradually dimmed.
When Li Funing finished reviewing the last document, the only sound left in the tea room was the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.
When he looked up, he saw Song Youning concentrating on writing "Dagan Fengwulu".
Her brows were furrowed, her lips slightly pursed in concentration, and a strand of hair swayed gently with the rhythm of her writing.
It's completely different from his usual lively and active appearance.
Sometimes he stopped writing and bit his lip, and sometimes he flipped through the yellowed "Records of Strange Things in Lingnan" at hand.
Li Funing picked up the pen he used to mark official documents and began to describe her current appearance on the paper.
When the tip of the pen brushed across her focused brows, he lost his concentration for a moment, and the teacup beside him fell to the ground with a "bang", startling her so much that she looked up suddenly.
As their eyes met, Li Funing tried to hide his drawing and deliberately changed the subject: "The princess's tea..."
"What were you drawing just now?"
She reached out to grab it, but saw him stuff the paper into his sleeve. The blush spread along the collar of his clothes, and her face turned red with embarrassment.
"nothing"
Song Youning took advantage of Li Funing's nervousness and suddenly walked up to him and snatched the drawing from his sleeve.
The moment the rice paper was unfolded, my breathing stopped.
In the painting, she lowered her eyes and held the brush, even the folds of her clothes were delicate and lifelike. She was quiet and elegant, like an immortal.
"So in Lord Li's eyes..."
Song Youning stared intently at the painting, admiring it all the time, and chuckled:
"This princess is actually in the form of a fairy."
Li Funing smiled and nodded firmly: "In my heart, the princess is naturally the best in the world."
His voice was low and gentle, as if he was telling a very natural truth.
Song Youning's heart moved slightly, and he deliberately raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Better than the golden candied dates made by the imperial chef?"
"A thousand times better."
"Is it better than the Yunjin tribute from Jiangnan?"
"More than ten thousand times."
She suddenly leaned in close, her noses almost touching his. "What if... it's better than Lord Li's favorite poetry and books?"
Li Funing chuckled, "The sages taught me what it means to restrain oneself and return to propriety..."
He suddenly leaned over, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "Princess, please teach me about love..." His voice trailed off in a hoarse tone. "I think the princess is...better at teaching people."
The locust flowers fell outside the window, startling a tree of birds.
"Nonsense!"
She tried hard to maintain her princess's dignity, but her slightly trembling voice gave it away, "When did I ever teach you these things..." Before she could finish her words, her face turned red.
Song Youning quickly changed the subject and looked at the person in the painting.
"Li Funing..."
"What if I'm not as good as you think?"
"You painted a god, heartless and without desire, but I am a human. I cry and make a scene, I can be unreasonable, and I do things by any means necessary... I only think about myself..."
Song Youning met his eyes: "Am I still so good in your heart?"
Her breath brushed his cheek, carrying the sweetness of cakes and the bitterness of tea.
Li Funing suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest.
"Princess, you are wrong." His voice was hoarse.
Before she could finish her words, she was embraced in a hot embrace.
Li Funing rested his chin on the top of her head, wrapping her tightly.
The rolling of his Adam's apple brushed against the strands of hair on her forehead, causing a slight shudder. "In my heart..."
"...Princess is the best"
His heartbeat was so fast and heavy that it made her whole body feel hot, and his eyes were full of love.
"I have always liked princesses who can cry, make noises, be happy and laugh. Even though some people in this world may think princesses are stubborn, I feel that it is precisely because of this princess's agility that this world is colorful and vibrant, rather than being bound by rules and dogmas..."
Li Funing lowered his head, his thin lips almost brushing the hair on her forehead, and his warm breath was like a spring breeze blowing on the willows.
His knuckles gently stroked her temples, "As long as the princess is happy, I will reach for the stars and the moon..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Youning raised his eyes.
Those lacquer-like eyes were bottomless: "Are you really willing to do anything?"
Her tone rose slightly, and she unconsciously clutched the front of his shirt. "Anything is fine?"
Li Funing looked down at the person in his arms and smiled: "Anything is fine."
In the aroma of tea, the relationship between the two quickly warmed up...
Time passed slowly, the tea flowed in the cup, reflecting the tenderness in each other's eyes.
Before I knew it, dusk had arrived and the last ray of sunset was hidden in the teacup.
In the evening, the candlelight flickered, and Song Youning was smiling as he sorted out the "Dagan Fengwulu" on the desk. He was in a good mood, and a piece of paper fell from between the pages.
The ink on the rice paper had already dried, and the painting depicted the scene of the two of them in a teahouse in the morning.
"Squeak"
The sound of a door being pushed open brought Song Youning back to his senses.
Li Funing came in with Ye Yu, his usually neat robes were stained with mud, and his hair crown was askew, which made the usually dignified young man look more lively.
Song Youning thought of Li Funing's blushing face during the day and teased, "Master Li has learned to visit the boudoir at night?"
"The princess has an urgent decree from Bianjing."
Li Funing presented the secret letter with both hands, water droplets dripping from his sleeves. A few wet strands of hair fell from his usually neatly combed hair, clinging to his pale cheeks. Even his eyelashes were stained with lingering moisture, a stark contrast to his usual calm and composed self.
"The Queen Mother orders Your Highness to return to the palace immediately."
Song Youning raised his eyes, took the secret letter, unfolded it, and saw that it was indeed the same old story.
The princess was choosing a prince consort, and the list contained twelve people. This time, Li Funing was not at the top of the list. Instead, the top of the list was that silly boy Xiao Lin.
Song Youning looked at Li Funing, who rarely lost his composure, and his usually calm brows were now filled with anxiety that could not be concealed.
She suddenly felt playful, her fingertips slowly running across the list on the secret letter, deliberately pausing on a certain name: "Huh? This time..." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, "Why isn't Lord Li at the top of the list?"
She actually caught a glimpse of panic in the eyes of Li Funing, who was always calm and composed.
"I am useless, the position of the Emperor's Husband will naturally be filled by someone more capable."
Seeing his aggrieved look, Song Youning's heart suddenly softened and she could no longer bear to tease him.
She crumpled the secret letter in her hand and threw it to the ground, sighing softly with pity, "I just failed to live up to my grandmother's painstaking arrangements."
He suddenly took a step forward, rushed forward, and forced him into a corner.
"It's just... this time..." She suddenly leaned closer, deliberately dragging out the last syllable.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, her breath was as fragrant as orchid, "I've already chosen someone."
Li Funing's breathing stagnated slightly, and he looked up in shock.
"Lord Li?"
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, "You've repeatedly begged me to give you a status..."
Before he finished speaking, her slender fingers had pinched the soft flesh on his waist and twisted it hard, and Li Funing groaned.
“…”
She suddenly let go of his hand, her voice suddenly softening: "Why are you acting so silly today?"
Song Youning's eyes darkened, and waves of emotion ignited in her eyes. She suddenly grabbed Li Funing's neck and kissed him without saying a word.
His lips were slightly cold, but they suddenly heated up the moment she touched them.
The aroma of tea filled her lips and teeth, mixed with the warm scent of his body, making her unable to resist penetrating deeper, lightly teasing with the tip of her tongue, forcing him to respond.
Through the luxurious fabric, she could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and his hot body temperature seemed to tell of his inner desires.
His breathing became disordered and his Adam's apple rolled, but she still pressed him against the wall with nowhere to escape.
Her heart was beating like a drum, and the only sound in her ears was the intertwined breathing.
Her fingertips unconsciously clenched his collar, as if she wanted to completely possess him.
Thinking of the restraint in his eyes in the past, and the perfect measure, it seems now that it was just a mask that he had to wear as a subject.
She suddenly felt a pain in her heart. It turned out that behind Li Funing's distant and polite appearance, there was a heart that was even hotter than she had imagined.
Thinking of this, the strength of his fingertips unconsciously softened, turning into a caress that was almost tender.
"Master Li...hasn't you always wanted to be a prince consort?"
She panted slightly, her eyes sparkling with tears, her expression charming, and her voice slightly hoarse: "Today..."
"I agree..."
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