Chapter 47: Solo 28, Eminem, give me more,...
Chen Ying took advantage of the moment when he let go of her and gasped heavily.
Chen Jinshi looked like a madman at this moment.
"Am, why do you have to believe in something unrealistic? Isn't it natural for me to be here?"
He held her chin, and her red lips, which were swollen from the heavy kiss just now, lifted up and gently opened.
This was a natural temptation for him, and it was destined that he would fall into it.
What had he done wrong? He was simply following fate.
Chen Ying stared at him blankly, and found that she had nothing to refute.
If Chen Jinshi really stayed in seclusion in the west wing until next spring, that would be a foolish dream.
How is that possible?
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his hot breath making the tip of her ear hot and her whole body numb.
The restlessness slid down from the tip of her ear and landed on her neck. She couldn't help but shrink back, and her fingertips unconsciously climbed up and grasped the front of his shirt.
Chen Jinshi noticed her excitement and tightened his grip on her lower back.
"Mom, do you want to stay here or on the couch?" His voice was hoarse as if soaked in wine, and his lips brushed against the side of her neck, leaving a slight itch.
She turned her head to avoid him, but he had already lifted the hem of her skirt. With his other hand, he pinched her chin with his fingertips and forced her to turn her head. He leaned close to her lips and said, "Mom, you obviously miss me. I can feel it. Why are you still hiding?"
The moonlight leaked in through the window lattice and fell right into his eyes. The madness surging in them seemed to want to swallow her whole.
Without waiting for her to speak, his kiss fell on her again. This time, he was no longer as eager and rough as before. Instead, he rubbed it with some patience, starting from her red lips, slowly moving down, passing her jaw, stopping at her neck, and biting it lightly, with a light gasp, like a coquettish act.
Chen Ying could never stand his coquettishness.
"Hmm..." Chen Ying groaned, as if all the strength in her body was drained away. She was so weak that she could hardly stand and could only lean in his arms.
Chen Jinshi noticed her softening, and with a slight bend of his arm, he lifted her up horizontally.
Chen Ying let out a soft cry, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her cheek against his chest. When they got to the bed, he pressed down on her. She could hear his steady and powerful heartbeat, and holding his strong arms, her heart, which had been hanging in the air for a whole day, suddenly settled down.
She put her arms around his neck and he went down. She looked at him intently. It was so nice to have him in this bed at night. It was so nice.
He leaned over and ripped off the hem of her skirt, looking up and chuckling, "Amu, you were really cruel today. You asked Wang'er to open the window, and it really froze me. My hands were shaking and I couldn't even hold a pen."
He raised his right hand to show her. She lay on her back on the soft pillow, looking at the hand with distinct joints in the dim light. His finger bones were evenly distributed and long. He had practiced martial arts and literature since childhood, which made his palms rough and broad, yet slender and white.
People from Jinling all have white skin, including Chen Jinshi.
He held it there, trembling slightly, the moonlight and candlelight intertwined, burning the back of his hand, clearly illuminating the pale pink fingertips and the lightly blue blood vessels. His fingernails were trimmed neatly and roundly.
She couldn't help but reach out, how could she bear to see his hands trembling with cold? Before her fingertips touched him, the hand suddenly withdrew downwards, and then suddenly penetrated.
Chen Ying raised her head, her nails digging into his shoulders. The skin on his shoulders was resilient, and Chen Jinshi felt the pain, but he could still bear it. He leaned over and pressed her tighter against the quilt.
He lowered his eyes to look at her. The warmth touched by his fingertips made the emotions surging in his eyes even more intense than before. However, a light smile curved his lips: "Am, tell me, are you heartbroken or not?"
Chen Jinshi's kiss landed on her jaw, his fingertips gently caressing it, his voice gentle as if coaxing her: "I wrote three policy essays today, and I wrote them trembling like this. As I wrote, my mind was full of you. I wondered how you could be so cruel, and how I would seek comfort from you tonight."
Chen Ying's breathing was completely disordered, tears welled up in her eyes, and when the words came to her lips, only tiny gasps remained.
She rubbed his head, pinched his ears tightly, and said in a muffled voice: "I was afraid that you would get bored. Sorry, Brother Shi."
He was dissatisfied with her answer, and soon his dissatisfaction became apparent, and she exclaimed.
"Amu, you just don't feel sorry for me at all." He took her hand and placed it on her abdominal muscles. "Chen Jinshi should be rewarded today."
Chen Ying hugged his shoulders and was completely obsessed.
Sometimes she wondered, Chen Jinshi was clearly a recognized, very naughty child, so why did he ask for rewards every day with a clear conscience, and why did she always think she should reward him.
He seems to be very well behaved, doesn't he?
The flickering light of the candle in the tent wrapped around the two of them and gradually faded.
She leaned in his arms, her breath coming in a steady, panting rhythm. His palm pressed against her lower back, like a warm fire.
Chen Jinshi lowered his head and kissed her sweaty forehead, his voice even hoarseer than before: "Mom, did I do well?"
Chen Ying shook her head gently and buried her face deeper into his neck: "You hurt me."
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time."
The bed became soft, and Chen Jinshi's arms tightened. She rested for a while, pulled the quilt over herself, and kicked him lightly: "You should go back."
Chen Jinshi hugged her tighter until she couldn't breathe and kicked him with her legs.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and sniffed hard before letting her go.
"I'll come again tomorrow, okay?" He gently stroked her lower back.
Chen Ying ignored him, and Chen Jinshi didn't necessarily require her to answer. He chuckled softly, stood up, bent down, and picked up the clothes scattered under the bed slowly.
Chen Ying was getting impatient with his dawdling. She covered her head with the quilt and said wearily, "Go back quickly! Be careful on the road, don't let anyone see you."
"I understand." Chen Jinshi responded, but leaned over to the bed and whispered in her ear through the quilt, "Mom, Chen Jinshi will give you everything and serve you for the rest of my life."
The sound came muffled through the quilt, making her eardrums roar.
Chen Jinshi couldn't hear her response, but he didn't ask any further questions. He simply reached out and gently patted the blanket, like soothing a livid cat. "I'm leaving," he whispered, finally standing up and moving lightly toward the door.
The door hinge creaked again, and then silence returned. Chen Ying stayed under the quilt for a long time before she dared to slowly open a crack and look at the empty door.
She turned over and faced inward. Chen Ying slowly closed her eyes and felt tired.
In silence, a night passed and the small house became bustling and crowded again.
Chen Ying pushed open the window and found the door of the west wing closed. Chen Jinxing came to check and saw that his younger brother was still studying peacefully inside. He even said that he would burn incense at his parents' grave this year and pray for the ancestors to bless him. Chen Jinshi has finally grown up and become sensible.
The sound of reading could indeed be heard from the West Wing. Wang Er said, "Second Master got up before daybreak again today."
Zhang Ruoling came over with a tray and saw her staring into the west wing, lost in thought, so she said, "You've been reading non-stop these past two days. I think my son has really come to his senses. It's incredible! He'll definitely pass the imperial examination and help us pass the imperial examination next spring."
Chen Ying withdrew her gaze, tightened her collar to make sure the red marks on her neck were covered tightly, and said "hmm".
"I've warmed up some Tremella soup on the stove. Mom, have some too."
Zhang Ruoling pulled her over. The dishes and chopsticks were already set out in the hall, and a sweet fragrance drifted into her nose on the wind.
Zhang scooped a bowl for her and said with a smile, "This soup has been simmered for two hours. It's very sticky. Drink more."
"Thank you." Chen Ying took the bowl, scooped a spoonful and chewed slowly.
As the end of the year approaches, Zhang Ruoling comes to discuss with Chen Ying every day and lists the items neatly on paper.
"I checked with our purveyor, Manager Liu, yesterday. We need the aged Hua Diao cured duck from Guanghelou and the air-dried venison tribute from Shandong. We need 20 kilograms of each. Besides using it for our own use, we also need to give a lot away."
Chen Ying smiled and nodded: "You are thoughtful. Wrap the gift carefully when giving it."
"I just don't know what kind of New Year's gift the Shen family should give?"
Chen Ying paused her pen, raised her eyes, and said, "It's nothing more than what Jin Xing needs in his official social life. Just give him whatever is needed. If Jin Xing wants to please them a little more, you can prepare more for him."
Zhang Ruoling was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes."
Chen Ying and the Shen family had reached an agreement not to recognize each other, so she naturally didn't need to make any special preparations for this festival gift, to avoid others seeing her and asking who she was in the Shen family, and her grandfather wouldn't be able to speak up either.
As he was speaking, Chen Jinxing came back from outside with a vermilion lacquer tray in his hand.
Zhang Ruoling asked him what he was holding in his hand. Chen Jinxing glanced at Chen Ying and handed the thing to her.
Chen Ying opened it and was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was given by her uncle.
The tray was padded with a layer of moon-white silk cloth, and on it was a brocade box with hidden patterns. Inside was a hairpin made of red gold and inlaid with rubies. The rubies were as big as pigeon eggs, and it was obvious that it was made with fine craftsmanship.
The last time she visited the Shen family, she didn't have the chance to meet her uncle. She had only heard the name Shen Zhongli from her mother. Then, she heard Chen Jinxing talk about his recent situation in the Imperial Hospital. Shen Ying stroked the gem with her hand, and from these twists and turns, she could hear that her uncle was concerned about her.
With her softest heart, she always believed that even her grandfather had feelings for her, but the Shen family was like that. Arrogance and conceit prevailed over everything, and all family affection had to be put aside.
But this is enough, she can feel that little bit of care from it, it is enough, anyway, she can never become a family with them.
If she had been born in the Shen family and raised as a lady who rarely went out, perhaps she could have lived a stable life. She was that kind of person who could adapt to any environment.
Zhang Ruoling lowered her head and smiled, then flipped through the gift list and sighed, "Then let's add some extra weight to the New Year's gift to the Shen family, Jinxing, what do you say?"
Chen Ying put the hairpin back into the brocade box, feeling a little dry in her throat.
Chen Jinxing said, "You are the mistress of the house, so naturally you are the one who makes the decision. I will also leave Am's affairs to you for the time being, Grandma."
Chen Ying didn't say anything.
When she returned to her room at night, she left the door slightly ajar.
Not long after the candle went out, an almost inaudible creaking sound came from the door hinge.
Chen Ying turned her back to the door, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the bed curtain strings, but she didn't turn around. She knew that Chen Jinshi had come.
He was right, why should she believe in something that was impossible?
Since she knew that Chen Jinshi would never be content and would try every possible way to sneak into her bed late at night, she would just leave the door ajar, lift the quilt, and wait for him to come.
Anyway, all obstacles seem to be reluctant but welcome.
A cold figure quickly approached her, and he gently put his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her neck, and as always, took a deep breath.
His movements were much more urgent than usual. He was still sniffing with intoxication, and his hand had already reached into her clothes without any hindrance.
"What did Am say to his brother and the others today? Did they mention me?" Before he could say anything, his voice had become very hoarse, and his lips brushed the skin on the side of her neck.
"I told you that you've been very well behaved these past few days. You've been quietly reading in your room. You're like a different person."
He reached out and pinched her earlobe, kneading it for a while, then turned her over. Chen Ying faced him and looked at him in the moonlight.
The eyes that were originally filled with passion, disguised as obedient because of her words.
He pinched her earlobe with less force, and when he was so close to her eyes, Chen Ying took the initiative to kiss her.
She took the initiative to kiss him, but he felt embarrassed. His lips and tongue began to feel helpless. His Adam's apple rolled and he forgot how to respond.
Chen Ying hugged his neck, closed her eyes and asked for a kiss, prying open his lips and teeth, and suddenly felt that Chen Jinshi was really cute.
She should always pretend to be superior and inviolable, otherwise he will provoke her repeatedly and bully her in a domineering and arrogant manner.
She had been playing the role of a bully for a long time and was obsessed with his "bullying".
If he let her take the lead completely like this, she would not be used to it.
She liked to do it silently. After being pushed down by him, she would silently praise him, "Good job, Brother Shi," but she would not show it on her face. Chen Jinshi would only think that he was going too far.
However, she thought today that Chen Jinshi, whose breathing was disordered and who had lost control, was also particularly cute.
However, taking the initiative means that she has to overcome her inner struggle alone.
Her eager kiss means:
Dulan wanted it badly. Dulan wanted to kiss Chen Jinshi, and she loved being kissed by him. Dulan also enjoyed every moment of their passionate lovemaking. Even if Chen Jinshi didn't initiate it, Dulan still longed to be close to him. Dulan was never forced, nor was she driven to the point of being helpless by his entanglement. Her resistance was always a web of reluctance, his pounce like prey caught in the web. She enjoyed everything, and he was the one who was at fault.
"Am..." His voice was muffled between his lips and teeth, so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
He expressed his infinite obsession with her all the time, the kind of obsession that made him wish to die in her arms.
His eyes were hazy and he fell into her arms. Looking at him like this, how could Shen Ying bear not to reward him?
"Amu..." He called out again, his voice filled with unconcealable desire. His eyes, misty with moisture, were filled with complete dependence when they fell on her face.
Eminem, give me more, this is not enough, Chen Jinshi needs more.
Can you give it to me?
She stepped back a little, traced the shape of his lips with her fingertips, and suddenly laughed softly.
Chen Jinshi's Adam's apple rolled, and he rubbed his face against her palm, then suddenly froze.
He buried his head in her belly and sniffed: "Am, why do you smell like blood? Are you injured somewhere?"
"Thanks for your concern, I don't have any."
Chen Jinshi raised his eyes and slowly moved her hand to his lower abdomen, which was about to burst. He asked in confusion, "What is that?"
"Monthly."
She looked down at him, her eyebrows and eyes calm.
The look he gave her became a little strange: "Am, you already knew that nothing could happen between us today."
"So what?"
He sniffed the private part of her body hard, and said in a muffled voice with a wry smile: "Am, you are teasing me."
Chen Ying stroked the top of his head with her fingertips: "You asked for this."
He tightened his arm around her waist: "I should have come too."
He reached his hand into her skirt and placed his warm palm on her lower abdomen. Chen Jinshi came from a medical family. Even if he was not a doctor, he had been exposed to medicine by nature. He asked an extra question only because he couldn't believe it.
Chen Ying was craving his warmth, lying on her back on the soft pillow. His palms were just the right amount of warmth, but he was afraid of hurting her.
She never felt any pain during her period, but instead her body would have unusual desires. She lowered her eyes and looked at him, her fingers groping and wandering on his shoulders, her fingertips gently hooking the ends of his hair.
He lay up a little, his nose rubbing against the side of her neck, revealing most of his upper body.
She stroked his back as she pleased. The lines on his back were well-defined. She could hear his breathing suddenly becoming heavier and the temperature on the side of his neck was burning.
He called her softly, his voice filled with suppressed muteness. The presence of that place became stronger, but he only hugged her tighter and tighter, kissing and sucking on her neck non-stop.
Moonlight streamed in through the window. Chen Jinshi leaned in her arms, feeling gradually tired.
That day, before daybreak, the fragrance of pine branches and sugar-roasted chestnuts wafted through the mansion.
Wang'er led two servants to hang lanterns in the courtyard.
Chen Ying pushed open the door and saw Chen Jinshi standing in the yard grinning at her.
Today, Chen Jinshi was released by Chen Jinxing.
Zhang Ruoling came over with a tray with two red velvet flowers on it.
"Brother Shi, come and see which one is more suitable for Eminem."
Chen Jinshi walked over with a grin on his face. Today he was wearing a moon-white satin round-necked robe, a black jade belt around his waist, and a double-fish pendant. The pendant made a ringing sound when he walked, and he looked a bit like "a man in white, with a clear and elegant demeanor".
The red headband made her black hair look even darker. Her eyes and eyebrows, which used to be a bit rebellious, now looked more gentle and less naughty because of this formal outfit.
Chen Jinxing said to him early in the morning, "It seems that putting you in solitary confinement these past few days was a good decision. Look at you, you've been completely transformed."
Chen Jinshi picked up the red velvet flower adorned with pearls and his eyes fell on Shen Ying's temples. "Amu's complexion is whiter than snow. This red velvet flower with pearls and moon-white silk perfectly sets off Amu's beautiful features."
Zhang Ruoling smiled and said, "Reading a lot of books is good for you, just look at it."
Chen Ying felt a slight heat on her ears. She wanted to take the red velvet flower, but Chen Jinshi slightly withdrew his hand and said, "I'll pin up Am's hair."
Zhang Ruoling looked away at the right moment and scratched her neck uncomfortably.
Chen Jinshi stretched out his hand to the top of her head, and gently supported the back of her neck with his left hand. Chen Ying did not move. He brushed his hand across her temples, and when he put it down, he reached out to straighten the collar of her cloak and rubbed her ears.
The velvet flower hairpin was ready, and everything was back to normal. Chen Ying looked at Zhang Ruoling and asked her, "Does it look good?"
Zhang Ruoling came back to his senses and looked carefully: "Brother Shi has good taste, this one really suits you."
Chen Ying's fingertips gently brushed her temples. Chen Jinshi was still standing in front of her, his eyes glued to her.
"Wang'er said the chestnuts in the front yard are ready to be fried," Zhang Ruoling said as she walked towards that place. "I'll go over and take a look first. You guys can come and try some later."
Chen Ying agreed immediately, and Chen Jinshi naturally reached out to pull her arm, but she calmly avoided it.
She followed Zhang away, her sleeves gently brushing against his fingertips, like a warm feather, but unfortunately it would not always belong to him.
She always quickly pulled away from that atmosphere, leaving him alone there.
When we arrived at the main hall, a maid had already brought in roasted chestnuts from the front yard.
Chen Jinxing had not returned yet, and the house seemed a little deserted, with only two masters sitting there.
Chen Ying picked up one, and felt it was hot as soon as it touched the shell, so she put it down gently.
Chen Jinshi was standing aside. Seeing this, he immediately came over and said, "Don't move. I'll do it."
After a while, a golden chestnut was placed next to her mouth. He stared at her lips, and she gently looked away: "Wait until it cools down before peeling it. I don't want to eat it."
"It won't taste good if it's cold, eat it quickly."
As he spoke, he moved closer and forced it in. Her lips were soft and were easily pushed open.
Chen Ying frowned subconsciously. Half of the chestnut had been broken open by her teeth, and the sweet fragrance spread in her mouth. She stared at his eyebrows from top to bottom, and refused to accept his coercion today.
She then placed the tip of her tongue on his palm to pick out a half-crushed chestnut and spit it out mixed with saliva.
He remained calm, accepting everything with his palm, even feeling the slide of her tongue. With his other hand, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the dirt from the corner of her mouth.
When Chen Jinxing returned from outside, Zhang came forward to take off his cloak and asked him if he had visited all the houses he was supposed to visit today.
Chen Jinshi cupped his palms together, covered them with a handkerchief, and stood beside Shen Ying with his hands behind his back.
Chen Jinxing strode towards her, his eyes stern but softened the moment he looked at her. "Greetings to Mom. This is your first New Year's celebration in Beijing. Are you getting used to it? I heard they roasted some chestnuts for you."
He sat down below her and glanced coldly at Chen Jinshi who was standing beside her, but ignored him.
"Well, there's nothing to be accustomed to. With you all here, the house is much more lively. As for you, you can't avoid dealing with social interactions during the New Year. Are you used to it?"
"Mom, you don't have to worry about me. But Brother Shi, many people are asking about you." Chen Jinxing finally turned his head and glanced at Chen Jinshi casually.
Chen Jinshi raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to ask me?"
"It is said that you are already a juren at such a young age, and with such a brother, you must have a bright future. There are also many speculations. Can you pass the jinshi exam this spring?"
Chen Jinshi leaned back in his chair and said, "Oh," "So what did they say?"
"Tsk." Chen Jinxing put down his teacup, his tone already tinged with the smoothness of a bureaucrat. "What else can I say? Half of the people are praising you, saying you're young and promising, while the other half are flattering you but secretly waiting to see you make a fool of yourself, saying your Juren title was just a stroke of luck, and that when you really get to the Spring Examination Hall, you're afraid you won't even be able to hold a pen steady."
After listening to this, Chen Jinshi was not annoyed. He glanced at Chen Ying and shrugged: "Whatever they say."
Chen Jinxing looked up at him and said, "Minister Li's mansion is inviting several young talents from the capital to come to his mansion to appreciate the plum blossoms the day after tomorrow, and he specifically mentioned you."
"No."
Chen Jinshi stood up, stood behind Chen Ying, and put his hand on her back.
Chen Ying subconsciously leaned back in her chair and placed his palm between hers, transferring the heat. She felt at ease and didn't intend to persuade him.
Chen Jinxing stood up and said, "That's what I was thinking. After tomorrow, you will continue to stay in your room."
Chen Jinshi readily agreed. In Chen Jinxing's eyes, his younger brother had indeed matured and grown up a lot.
No social interaction, no banquet, was as real as his graduation from high school.
"The Spring Examination is approaching. Spending more time on books is better than anything else."
After Chen Jinxing finished speaking, he looked at Chen Ying. She looked calm and composed, and she must have not been bothered by Chen Jinshi for a while.
After lunch, several guests came to the Chen Mansion one after another. Chen Jinxing and Zhang Ruoling entertained them in the hall. Chen Ying stood under the corridor admiring the plum blossoms and had no intention of going in to socialize.
Until an old friend of the general came over, Zhao Desheng shouted loudly from a distance: "Dulan! When did you move to the capital?"
Chen Ying smiled and quickly welcomed the person in: "We just moved in not long ago."
"Here is your letter, written by your brother."
Chen Ying pinched the envelope, stroking the rough edge of the paper repeatedly with her fingertips, and tears were almost coming out.
Zhao Desheng yelled at her, "Why are you crying? You useless girl! When spring comes, why don't you come with me back to Loufan to take a look? The capital is nice, but it has too many rules. If I weren't going to report to the emperor, I wouldn't want to go there."
Chen Ying quickly waved her hand at him: "Please keep your voice down, this house is small."
As he was speaking, Chen Jinshi came out of the room with a smile on his face: "Uncle Zhao, you're here."
Chen Ying's heart tightened, and Chen Jinshi's arm had already wrapped around her shoulders, squeezing tightly.
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