Chapter 137 Marriage
The breeze gently caressed the hair of the two people, and they were entangled in intimacy.
When the kiss reached a deep point, Jiang Shu couldn't help but moan.
Yu Zheng seemed to be encouraged, and his attack became more intense, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
He kept kissing Jiang Shu until she was almost out of breath and her lips were sore and numb, and then Yu Zheng reluctantly let her go.
Jiang Shu collapsed in Yu Zheng's arms, and saw that the sunset in the sky had disappeared, leaving only a gorgeous sunset.
She hadn't seen enough.
Yu Zheng hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse: "I'll take you to see it when I come back."
Jiang Shu responded softly, and stretched out her hand to hold Yu Zheng's waist.
She raised her head and saw Yu Zheng's Adam's apple like a small hill, and leaned forward to kiss him.
"Hmm!" Yu Zheng groaned, and felt his blood boiling.
Hearing his reaction, Jiang Shu wanted to tease him and nibbled gently with her teeth.
"Hiss!" Yu Zheng took a deep breath of cool air and bit Jiang Shu's earlobe.
Jiang Shu's face was hot and her body was burning. She quickly pushed Yu Zheng away.
Looking at her face, which was redder than the sunset in the sky, Yu Zheng asked with a smile: "Are you still naughty?"
Jiang Shu glared at him shyly, stood up and said: "It's getting dark, I want to go back."
Yu Zheng glanced at the peony that fell on the ground, picked it up and held it in his hand.
The two walked down the hillside to the river, and only saw Zhu Feng but not Tan Yu.
"Tan Yu?" Jiang Shu shouted.
"Hey!" Tan Yu responded from behind her.
Jiang Shu turned around and saw Tan Yu holding an armful of peonies of all colors and shapes.
"Pfft, are you a flower thief?" Jiang Shu couldn't help but joke.
Tan Yu said confidently, "So many peonies are blooming here and no one appreciates them. They will wither in a few days. It's a pity."
Yu Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and glanced at Jiang Shu meaningfully and said, "That's right, good flowers should be picked immediately."
As he said that, he stuffed the peonies in his hand into Jiang Shu's hand.
Jiang Shu lowered his eyes and looked at the peonies in his arms, thinking about Yu Zheng's words, and swallowed horribly.
On the way back, Tan Yu sat in the carriage, holding a large bunch of peonies, like a vase.
Jiang Shu found it funny, and suddenly remembered that when the peonies bloomed last year, she was still in the Jing'an Marquis Mansion.
Things in the world are really impermanent.
When the carriage stopped at Jiang's house, it was already dark and there were few pedestrians on the road.
In the cover of the night, Jiang Shu and Tan Yu got off the car without attracting attention.
Zhu Feng was about to drive away, but Tan Yu hesitated several times and finally stopped him.
"Can you help me give it to Zhui Yun?" Tan Yu took out a bunch of peonies and handed them to Zhu Feng, asking.
"What a trouble." Zhu Feng impatiently grabbed it and drove away in the carriage.
Tan Yu was at a loss: "Boss, he will give it to Zhui Yun, right?"
Jiang Shu affirmed: "Yes, the prince is in the car."
Tan Yu was relieved when he heard it.
The master and servant, one holding a peony and the other holding a bunch of peonies, entered Jiang's house.
Back at Shu Tong Courtyard, Chu Yu looked at the flowers in their hands and asked in surprise: "Where did you get so many peonies?"
"I picked them." Tan Yu replied happily.
As soon as Chu Yu saw the expressions of the two, she knew that there was something else going on. In front of the other maids, she did not ask more questions and planned to ask Tan Yu when she rested in the evening.
Since returning to the Jiang family, Jiang Shu has been less cautious, and Chu Yu has gradually learned about her relationship with Yu Zheng.
But Jiang Shu told them that it was not the right time yet and they must not let it out.
The two sisters solemnly promised that they would never let Jiang Shu down.
After all, even Jiang's father, Jiang's mother, and Jiang Ning did not know about this.
Jiang Shu did not intend to hide it from them, but the time was not right. If he told them, he was afraid that they would worry and add to their troubles.
Jiang Shu asked Chu Yu to find a small porcelain vase, put the peonies in it and put it on the dressing table so that they could see it every day when they woke up.
Chu Yu thought that one peony was a bit monotonous, so she asked, "Miss, I see that Tan Yu has a lot of them, can you bring some more?"
Jiang Shu shook her head, "No, just take care of this one."
The peony that Yu Zheng picked for her was just beginning to bloom, and it could bloom for a few more days with careful care.
That night, Jiang Shu slept very sweetly smelling the fragrance of the peony.
The next morning, Jiang's mother came to Jiang Shu's yard.
"What did you do yesterday? I heard from the servants that you didn't come back until dark." Jiang's mother looked worried.
After all, she is a girl, and it's not good to come back too late.
Jiang Shu cleared her cough, her eyes flickered, and said, "I didn't go anywhere, I just stayed out for a walk a little late."
Jiang's mother didn't want to ask where she was going, but was just worried about her safety.
"Are you done with your work? Ning'er will have a ten-day holiday tomorrow, so you can stay at home to look after your father. We can go to Zhaojue Temple at the right time."
This was the main purpose of Jiang's mother's visit.
Jiang Shu thought that Jiang's family had no important matters recently, so he could have some free time, so he nodded and agreed.
"Then go tomorrow."
After getting the promise, Jiang's mother was relieved and planned: "Tomorrow, in addition to praying for your safety, I will also pray for your marriage."
"Ah?" Jiang Shu was surprised.
Jiang's mother thought she was unwilling, so she took her hand and said earnestly: "Since you have divorced, you should let go of the past and start over."
"No, mother, I..." Jiang Shu wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Jiang's mother.
"Don't worry, this time mother will not force you or force you, and everything will go naturally." Jiang's mother looked tolerant.
Jiang Shu held her forehead, she wanted to say that her marriage was already settled and she didn't need to pray anymore. But Jiang's mother didn't give her a chance and continued to persuade her.
"Shu'er, I know you are disappointed in men. But a person will be at a loss when encountering problems, but two people will support each other."
"Life is short and long at the same time. You should find someone who understands you and loves you, so that you can have someone to rely on."
"Yes, mother is right. I will listen to you." Jiang Shu gave up the explanation and chose to obey.
Anyway, she and Yu Zheng have not yet become a reality. Maybe it will be more stable to ask for help.
Jiang's mother smiled with satisfaction: "That's right. Then you can go and prepare for tomorrow's incense burning."
"By the way, you can't dress like this tomorrow. You can't be false in front of the Buddha."
Jiang's mother specifically instructed before leaving.
Jiang Shu looked down at her men's clothes and was suddenly a little surprised.
She was dressed like this when she burned incense at Lingyin Temple last time. The Buddha won't blame her, right?
Because of Jiang's mother's words, Jiang Shu was a little dazed the whole day.
The next day, when she went to Zhaojue Temple, she followed Jiang's mother's advice, put on a skirt and light makeup, and dressed like a proper girl.
"This is what a girl should look like." Jiang's mother nodded repeatedly after seeing this.
The mother and daughter took a carriage out of the city to Zhaojue Temple.
The weather in early summer was not hot yet, and the noble ladies seized this time to go to worship Buddha together.
Jiang Shu opened the curtains and saw many scholars and students who were sightseeing and writing poems along the way. Jiang
's mother saw some contempt: "Reciting poems and writing couplets on the way to the Buddhist temple is just like Sima Zhao's intention, and passers-by know it."
Jiang Shu smiled and said softly: "If we can form a good relationship, it will be a good thing."
As Jiang's mother said, these scholars and students are all drunkards with ulterior motives.
People love talented scholars and elegant people, and Zhaojue Temple is the favorite Buddhist temple of the nobles in Shangjing.
So these scholars seized the opportunity and pretended to enjoy the scenery and compose poems on the road, showing their talent and appearance to attract the attention of noble ladies.
Someone raised his eyes to look at the car window while reciting a poem, and Jiang Shu hurriedly lowered the car curtain.