Chapter 43: Exclusive 24 Chen Jinshi looked down at her: ...
Dulan had always been gentle and kind. Her father and brother said that once she got married, she would be hardworking and willing to endure hardship, and would be bullied to death. They often frowned at her and said, "Dulan, you don't have to do this."
"It's okay, brother. I have the strength. I can do it."
She does all the housework, even those things that the men in the family should do.
Before she followed Chen Jichuan to Nanjing to take over the Chen family's affairs, she had never considered whether it was worth it. Was there any reward? Was all that Chen Jichuan had done for her enough to justify her hard work? She never considered these things. She simply put her head down and worked, just like aimlessly collecting firewood on the Loufan grasslands. Although sometimes she could work all day and not gather much, every piece of dry wood she picked up made the night a little easier. Every time she did something within her ability for the general, she felt a little better.
Dulan has never been to school. She lives day after day just for peace and comfort.
Every day she does what she is supposed to do.
today……
The bright sunlight made it difficult for her to open her eyes. The bright light shone down on Chen Jinshi's shoulders. She climbed onto his shoulders with both hands.
In Du Lan's pursuit of life, perhaps, doing such a thing with Chen Jinshi in broad daylight like this is what he should do.
After all, everything happened so naturally and perfectly. He had thought about it for a long time, and had been asking for it for a long time, and she just happened to want it too.
She opened her arms and hugged him, kissing his lips and eyebrows.
He was a beast that had been trapped for a long time, and he rushed forward the moment he got her permission. Her arms were always so thick, solid, soft and warm, accepting his rough movements.
This almost drove him crazy, and a low gasp escaped from his throat. He found it unbelievable that his mother had opened her heart to him like this. She was as selfless and tolerant as he was when he was a child.
He looked down at her clear and white face, into her light green amber pupils that were almost transparent due to the direct sunlight.
She never thought that this matter would see the light of day.
Just like that, bright and white, she was completely intoxicated and felt almost no shame.
His voice was very hoarse, and the tip of his nose brushed against her cheek with a slight tremor. His eyes were very pious, and he said, "Am, thank you for the reward."
Chen Ying didn't say anything, but just put her hands on his shoulders, her finger marks digging into his plump and elastic arm muscles.
In fact, his offensive posture was very charming, and no matter how dazzled she was by him, she pretended to be indifferent and only praised him in her heart: "Good boy, good job." He was worthy of being the man she raised with her own hands.
"Chen Ying, am I doing well?"
Sweat dripped from his forehead. He worked very hard to get her praise. Chen Ying hooked her arms around his neck and began to hum some light nasal sounds as her movements rose and fell.
She tilted her neck back like a pure white swan, and his light golden palm took advantage of the situation to support her, lightly holding her neck to gain leverage.
"Am, am I doing well?"
He didn't get a response from her, so he asked again.
The five fingers on her neck slowly closed, holding her firmly and steadily, so that she would not be knocked away by him, but she would not be able to escape either. Chen Ying opened her lips and replied to him: "You did very well, Chen Jinshi."
Chen Jinshi regarded this as a reward from Eminem, and also as his own dedication to Eminem.
Eminem deserves the best, and naturally he should devote his best to her.
His hands left her neck, and he took hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head. He leaned down, burying his head in her warm neck, kissing and arching his back, then groaning. Gradually, the groaning turned into a clear "hmm." He opened his mouth and bit her soft shoulder, as if he was not satisfied with his performance. He buried his head there, heavy and not lifting it up, like the naughty boy he was when he was a child, burying his lips and nose over and over again, too embarrassed to see her.
She pushed him out, but he didn't move, and his whole body was silent, turning into a heavy hard stone.
"Chen Jinshi, get up."
"don't want."
Chen Ying pushed him away with a palm, allowing him to breathe, and he had to escape.
Chen Jinshi turned to lie on his side, buried his head in the pillow, and pulled the quilt over his body.
Chen Ying sat up and laughed a little: "You have come to this day too?"
Chen Jinshi, who has always been the most confident man, thought that he did not do well enough in this matter and felt inferior.
He stretched out one hand, pulled her down to lie down, and wanted to show her again, but Chen Ying pushed him away and got up from the bed.
She walked over to the coat rack and put on her coat, it was getting late and they needed to leave as soon as possible.
Chen Jinshi's face showed a hurt expression, but he also put on his clothes and stood up: "I'll go get some water."
Chen Ying watched him open the door and go out, then sit down on the embroidery stool, crossing his legs uncomfortably.
Actually, he did a good job, but he insisted on saying that he was not good enough. Perhaps he had put too many demands and expectations on himself. Chen Ying was not the one who could comfort people. Maybe, he did not do well the first time.
After a while, Chen Jinshi came in with a bucket of water. He took out the clean towel he bought yesterday, dipped it in water, walked up to her, squatted down, and looked up at her.
Chen Ying crossed her legs, her clothes were intact, and before getting dressed, she simply wiped herself.
Chen Jinshi tentatively touched her knees, and began to use force with his arms to pry her knees apart, and rolled up the hem of her skirt that fell to the ground, gradually revealing her ankles, calves, knees, and thighs.
Her legs were very long and straight, wrapped in tight tendons, with rounded and protruding bones at the knees. Her thighs were not slender, but they were definitely not fat. If you patted them lightly, they would bounce instead of tremble. Of course, he was just thinking about it.
He covered her with a towel soaked in hot water. Chen Ying felt a warmth and she had to bend over and hold his shoulders with her hands.
He knelt down to wipe it, his movements were so respectful, but the rubbing of his fingertips betrayed him. Chen Ying pinched his shoulders and shook her head in warning.
He wiped away all the dirt and lowered the hem of her skirt to cover it all.
The moment she covered the hem of her skirt, Chen Ying stood up, walked to the table and poured a glass of warm water: "Hurry up and pack up, we have to go on the road later."
"Oh." Chen Jinshi glanced at her and began to pack his luggage.
After a while, Chen Jinshi threw the bag over his shoulder and said, "Everything is packed, shall we go?"
As soon as they stepped out of the door, a cool breeze blew over. Chen Jinshi subconsciously put his arm around her shoulders. The large cloak was enough to cover both of them. He shielded her from the wind and pulled her collar tighter with one hand: "Why don't you pull your collar tighter?"
She raised her hand and pushed him away, her voice soft: "No need to do this, I'm not cold."
He tightened his arms: "Be careful, the wind will give you a headache."
“…”
She did not argue again and let him put his arm around her shoulders and walk forward, into the market, into the world.
The body clung to the cloak, the heart beating vigorously, everything was different, everything was different from before.
"Dulan."
"Huh?" Chen Ying looked at him in surprise. Chen Jinshi had never called her like that.
The "Dulan" called by the Han people is pronounced differently from her original name, the "Dulan" her father and brothers called her.
Therefore, when he called out these two words in Chinese characters, she needed a moment to react, knowing that he was calling her.
Chen Jinshi looked down at her, his fingertips gently brushing her wind-disheveled hair, his voice softer than the smoke rising from the alley: "Dulan, Dulan..."
Usually only his father would call her that, and he wanted to go beyond his father, so he called her that.
"Chen Ying" is the name her father gave her. It came to her mind when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and she has used it to this day. She likes her Chinese name very much.
Chen Ying looked into his eyes. In his eyes, he saw the bustling city behind him, as well as her figure.
When he called her like that, she felt a dense itch in her heart and couldn't help but squeeze his chest tightly.
She turned her eyes away and stared at the roadside stall selling candied haws. Chen Jinshi immediately asked, "Do you want some?"
Chen Ying shook her head: "No, let's go."
She broke away from his arms and walked quickly forward. He followed her with big strides, took the horse from the city gate, and they both mounted the horse and continued on their way.
Gradually moving away from the hustle and bustle of the city and walking to the suburbs, the bitterness and sweetness of the grass and trees come into view.
Chen Ying rode her horse in front, her back straight, feeling very satisfied. Chen Jinshi followed beside her, just half a step behind her.
"Chen Ying, do you like this name?"
Chen Ying's horse hooves slowed down a bit, and her amber pupils reflected the dry grass and trees on the roadside. Her expression softened a little: "I like it."
"The cherry blossoms are beautiful, blooming in both a lively and peaceful way." She raised her hand to brush away the windblown hair. "When I first arrived in Nanjing, I couldn't remember these two characters. The general wrote them on a piece of paper and taught me how to recognize them several times. Later, I heard that the Han people don't consider the character 'ying' (cherry blossom) beautiful because it fades quickly. I was worried for a while, afraid I'd end up like the flowers, but the general said, don't believe in those demons and monsters. Even if they did, he would kill them with a single blow."
Chen Jinshi listened carefully and saw a hint of melancholy in her eyes. He knew that she was thinking of his father again.
He urged his horse forward and rode side by side with her. "Some things just don't make sense. Chen Ying, I'll be the one to kill you in the future. Have you forgotten? I'm also a military commander."
Chen Ying rode forward: "Chen Jinshi, let's go faster."
"Okay." Chen Jinshi responded and tightened the reins.
After walking for a while, Chen Ying suddenly reined in the horse and pointed to a stream not far ahead: "Let's rest there for a while and give the horse some water."
Chen Jinshi agreed, dismounted, and raised his hand to catch her. She was still the same, stretching her legs and stepping on the ground.
The stream was clear, reflecting the clouds in the sky. The grass on the bank was surprisingly fresh and tender. The horses lowered their heads, one maroon and the other black, drinking the water happily.
Chen Ying squatted by the stream, dipped her hands in, and washed away the dust on her hands. The water was freezing, but she was completely unaware.
Chen Jinshi walked over to her, squatted down, took out a piece of crispy pastry wrapped in oil paper from his arms, and handed it to her: "Have some."
Chen Ying pinched the edge of the biscuit with her fingertips, gently broke off a piece and put it into her mouth. The biscuit melted in her mouth and the aroma of wheat filled the air.
She nibbled at the shortbread, her gaze fixed on the small fish swimming in the stream. Sunlight filtered through the water, casting their shadows on the pebbles, making them sway. Chen Jinshi crouched beside her, silent, accompanying her quietly, occasionally reaching out to brush away the grass debris that had fallen on her shoulders.
There was some biscuit crumbs on the corner of her mouth. When she was about to brush it off with the back of her hand, Chen Jinshi had already reached out and rubbed the corner of her lips with his fingertips.
She subconsciously held her breath and looked up at him. His eyes were deep and bright, like an eagle staring at its prey on the grassland.
She saw his Adam's apple roll slightly, and his voice was very low: "Am..."
Chen Ying didn't retreat, but just asked him: "What's wrong?"
He leaned forward slightly and slowly moved closer: "I want to kiss you."
"Oh, okay."
She closed her eyes and waited quietly for him to come closer. Chen Jinshi kissed her gently and sucked her lips, but she was panicking in her heart. She wished she could always be such an obedient Am.
Such panic made him pry open her lips and teeth with force. Chen Ying had not expected him to be so fierce. She took a half step back and sat on the mound by the stream.
His breathing was heavy, and his kiss was even deeper than before.
He ignored her stepping back and nearly falling, wrapping his arm around her waist and using his other palm to lift her face and open it upwards.
He had always been so undisguised in his attacks, and she didn't mind his brazen intrusion.
She thought that she, Du Lan, was not a gentleman.
He knocked her unconscious and held her tightly in his arms. She opened her mouth obediently and gently grasped his collar with her fingertips.
He kissed her with a certain impatience, his breathing becoming heavy, but he only held her tighter. Hearing her subtle gasps, he pulled away a little, resting his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse: "Mom, after we get to the capital, can we still be like this?"
Chen Ying didn't dodge, knowing that she certainly couldn't, but she unbuttoned his shirt with her hands, and her fingertips unconsciously moved up and down his abdominal muscles, her eyes fixed on that spot.
Chen Jinshi exhaled a breath of hot air, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his heart, which was beating rapidly and heavily.
He lowered his head, his voice filled with suppressed hoarseness: "Chen Ying..." She rolled her eyes and looked at him, instantly burning him to the point of losing all his rationality.
His breathing suddenly became heavier, and he leaned over to kiss her again. Chen Ying's hands slowly wrapped around his neck, and he kissed from his lips to his neck, biting her gently.
Chen Ying hummed softly, her fingertips reaching into his hair and rubbing it gently.
Chen Jinshi looked down at her: "You come up? Or should I kneel down?"
As he spoke, he bent his knees and she held his face, moving her eyes from top to bottom.
Chen Ying closed her eyes and let him hold her, her fingertips gently scratching his back. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stepped back, straightened her messy skirt, and then straightened his own collar.
Before the sun set, the two continued on their journey.
They seemed to have been exiled from the secular world. In this vast world, no one could control them.
Chen Ying thought to herself, how courageous she was, and how strong her desire was.
She allowed herself to do everything she wanted, lying on the floor with him, generously satisfying all his requests, and she held his furry head and enjoyed it.
Chen Jinshi is a dog that has tasted meat. As soon as he smells the smell of meat, he will pounce on it and bite it, without Chen Ying having to do anything on her own initiative.
They waited for Chen Jinxing and his companions for several days in a town a hundred miles away from the capital. On the day of their reunion, Chen Ying was standing upright in an indigo-blue cloak with flowers and butterflies. Her skirt was the most fashionable style in the capital.
Zhang Ruoling got off the carriage and saw her, her eyes lit up: "Wow, this dress is really beautiful."
Chen Ying gathered her shawl and said with a smile, "Brother Shi said that the clothes made by Huazhang Pavilion in Beijing were beautiful, so he asked me to make them."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Chen Jinxing who was standing behind Zhang Ruoling. Zhang Ruoling also looked over, and Chen Jinxing said, "If you like it, go make a few tomorrow."
When the Chen family came to Beijing, they lived in the fifth-rank court mansion that the palace had arranged for Chen Jinxing. It was naturally far inferior to the big house in Nanjing. Official residences had to be of a suitable standard, no matter how big and nice the house you lived in before was.
There are only two courtyards, no stables or gardens, only a very small courtyard with gray tiles and a single eaves. Everything looks so narrow.
A black lacquered door with two door pins and no stone lions.
"Mom, please stay here for now. I'll go out and look for a better house in the next few days. It would be nice to rent one that suits our eyes and live there separately."
Chen Ying shook her head: "Don't bother, Jinxing, this place is fine."
Chen Jinshi followed Shen Ying closely. Chen Jinxing glanced at him and said nothing.
After entering the gate, there is a screen wall made of blue bricks on the inside, and three or four back houses on both sides, which are where the servants brought by the Chen family are accommodated.
The second courtyard is the entire house. A gate with hanging flowers leads to three main rooms facing north and south, flanked by side rooms. Opposite the main rooms are two side rooms, one on the east and one on the west. The side rooms are connected to the main rooms by a winding corridor. The backyard is a small patio, barely big enough to plant some simple flowers and trees.
The three main rooms were naturally for the court judge and his wife to live in and receive guests. Chen Jinyun had not yet reached adulthood, so she lived in the side room with her elders. Chen Jinshi and Shen Ying each had a side room, Shen Ying in the east and Chen Jinshi in the west.
Chen Ying smiled and said, "That's just fine. I think this house is small but elegant. It's quite spacious for our family to live in. In the capital, where land is very expensive, it's not bad. Why spend more money?"
Zhang Ruoling also meant the same thing, but Chen Jinxing was particularly filial. He would never be willing to let his mother move from the big house in Jinling to such a small place.
Chen Jinshi said, "Come on, brother, is your salary enough to rent another big house? I think this place is pretty good."
As he spoke, he bent down and opened the boxes of his books one by one to check. Seeing that nothing was lost or broken, he carried them back to his room one by one.
Chen Jinxing was choked by his brother's words, but he didn't get angry. He just shook his head helplessly: "You are good at saving money for me."
Zhang Ruoling smiled and took his arm: "Jinshi is right. We have just arrived in the capital, and the most important thing is to settle down first. The size of the house is not important.
Chen Ying said nothing more, turning to look at her east wing. It wasn't large, but it was clean. There was a desk by the window, a wardrobe in the corner, and a brand new green mattress on the bed. She walked to the window and opened it, just in time to see the old crabapple tree in the backyard. Its branches were bare, and I thought it would bloom in the spring.
"Mom, let me help you move your luggage in." Chen Jinshi's voice sounded at the door.
Chen Ying turned around and was shocked to see him standing there.
"No, go and take care of your own business. You can't delay your studies."
She buried her head in arranging the bedding, which needed to be replaced. She was used to a good life now. The house of a fifth-rank official had such regulations, but the household items could be replaced with the brocade quilt and gold-threaded soft pillow she was used to.
These arrogant habits of living in the mansion were also brought to her bit by bit by the general.
He often said, "Dulan, the silk of Jinling is world-famous. Why don't you use it to make some bedding and clothes? They will be comfortable to wear. You can't wear coarse clothes while you live here."
Later, she traveled all the way with Chen Jinshi, and Chen Jinshi always bought her the best local items for her use.
But Chen Ying was not really that spoiled. If she was asked to go back and sleep in the sheep pen now, she could do it.
"I'll replace everything in your room tomorrow. I heard there's a kind of golden wood here that shimmers in the sun like flowing golden sand. How about making you a set of tables and chairs?"
As she spoke, Chen Jinshi walked in and sat down on her chair.
Chen Ying shook her head: “The one you are talking about will cost a lot of money once you hear it, so forget it. Besides, do you have money?”
Chen Jinshi crossed his legs, put his hands down, and acted like a big shot: "My brother has money, and he is the most filial. Let him pay, and I will do the work."
After hearing this, Chen Ying glared at him and cursed in a low voice: "You bastard!"
Chen Jinshi was not annoyed. Instead, he moved closer to her and said with a smile, "He is more promising than me. He is already an official appointed by the court. I can't let my mother live in humiliation."
As he spoke, his arms passed through hers, from behind to her chest, and he placed his chin on the back of her shoulder, kissing and nudging her, and sniffing her fiercely.
Chen Ying patted his hand: "Let go! The door is still open."
Chen Jinshi glanced lazily outside the door: "They are busy in the main room and can't take care of us."
His chin returned to her shoulder, and she was about to tidy up her clothes when he rubbed her and made her feel itchy.
Wherever he goes, wherever he sticks, there is a place that becomes hot and unconcealed with a strong presence.
Chen Ying reached out to pry his arm apart, but her fingertips touched the strong muscles in his wrist, and she couldn't pry it apart.
"Stop making trouble." She lowered her voice, neither coaxing nor comforting.
Chen Jinshi buried his face deeper into hers, his lips brushing her earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't you say that it would still be the same even after you came back?"
Chen Ying's ears felt hot when she heard this. She raised her hand and pinched the back of his hand hard. How could the words she said to coax him when he was in high spirits count?
Chen Jinshi groaned in pain. Chen Ying pushed him away, walked to the window, reached out to close the window most of the way, and then lowered her head to fold the green cloth mattress that she had changed.
Chen Jinshi sat down beside her and didn't move, just staring at her.
"By the way, Mom." Chen Jinshi suddenly said, "Have you seen your flowers? I see there's an empty space in the backyard. Let's plant it as soon as possible."
Chen Ying sighed and looked up at him: "It's definitely not going to survive. It's been bumping around on the road for half a month."
She never thought that he would bring the flowers.
"Why can't it survive? I wrapped the roots in cotton wool to keep the water in. As long as they're not bumped or damaged, we can find a clay pot and fill it with soil. They'll definitely sprout in the spring, I promise."
Chen Ying looked at him and chuckled: "How can you guarantee that?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll go find the clay basin now!" Chen Jinshi immediately responded, turned around and walked out.
Chen Ying didn't stop him. She just watched him walk out of the room in a hurry and continued to pack his luggage.
After a while, Zhang Ruoling came and knocked on the door: "Mom, I asked someone to cook ginger soup. Come and drink some to warm yourself up." Chen Ying responded quickly, put down the work in her hands, and walked to the hall of the main house.
Chen Jinxing and Chen Jinyun were already sitting here. When they saw her coming, they hurriedly stood up and asked her to sit down.
Zhang Ruoling said, "Strange! I sent someone to call Shi Ge'er, but why hasn't he come yet? I'll go check."
Chen Jinxing stopped her and said, "Don't worry about him. I don't know where he's gone to act like a troublemaker again."
As he was speaking, Chen Jinshi came in from outside, holding a flower pot in his hand, and his face was covered with mud.
Chen Ying turned her eyes away, not wanting to look at him. He held the flower pot in front of her, his head turned away: "Sister-in-law, tell me, does this flower look alive?"
Zhang Ruoling leaned over to take a look. Although the branch in the flowerpot was a little wilted, it didn't look damaged at all. She smiled and nodded, "Knowing you've got this, we're hesitant to go bump in the road. I think this flower will survive."
Chen Jinshi immediately became proud and turned to look at Chen Ying: "Look, you never believe me."
Chen Ying picked up the ginger soup on the table and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down her throat. Chen Jinshi put down the flowerpot and sat down beside her.
Chen Jinxing said, "Wash your hands before you go to the table. Look at what you look like!"
Zhang Ruoling had someone bring some water and asked a little maid to help the Second Master wash his hands.
Chen Jinshi went to approach Chen Ying again. Chen Ying sat upright, not looking at him, drinking ginger soup, and moving slightly to the side. Suddenly, her left hand on her knee was grabbed by him.
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