Chapter 47 Slight Itch
Yu Wanyin sat on the bed, staring blankly at his actions.
Rong Si walked in and naturally placed the pillow next to Yu Wanyin.
Yu Wanyin noticed her pillow had been squeezed and asked first, "What are you doing here?"
Rong Si placed the bedding next to her and simply said, "Sleep."
"We are not..."
Rong Si stood by the bed, looking at her meaningfully. "Not what?"
He said unhurriedly, "You really thought I wasn't coming back, my little darling?"
As Rong Si spoke, he parted the bed curtains and squeezed inside.
Once he entered, his figure blocked the candlelight outside, making the originally spacious wedding bed feel narrow and cramped.
The shadow fell, its presence extremely strong.
Yu Wanyin had no choice but to retreat, but she still couldn't escape the oppressive feeling that the man was giving her.
It even became clearer because we were in the same bed.
"You didn't say you were coming back."
Why are we suddenly going to share a room?
"We're husband and wife, do we really need to tell each other before we come back?"
"Didn't I tell you I'd be back sooner or later?" Rong Si's gaze traced her slightly flustered expression. "You don't get sick easily, so there's no need for us to have separate rooms."
Yu Wanyin hurriedly said, "But my period hasn't ended yet, you have to wait until it's over..."
After saying that, Yu Wanyin realized that something was not quite right.
Rong Si's gaze shifted downwards to her lower abdomen, and he asked with a cryptic tone, "Let's go. What do you want to do?"
Yu Wanyin's ears went weak at his low question.
She suddenly realized how suggestive her words were, as if she wanted to do something the moment he arrived.
"I don't mean to do anything."
She actually wanted to get rid of the person.
But now she can't quite explain it.
"Your period isn't going to stop, it'll stop sooner or later," Rong Si said casually. "Don't worry."
These words amplified the hidden meaning that was difficult to articulate.
An eerie atmosphere spread silently.
"I'm not in a hurry."
Yu Wanyin was getting a little anxious. She felt that he was deliberately misinterpreting her words, or that he was being unreasonable and insisting on staying here.
Rong Si extinguished the lamps inside the room.
It was pitch black all around. Yu Wanyin's lips tightened, and she brought out a savior, "Aunt Duan said..."
Before Yu Wanyin could finish speaking, he pulled her down.
"Aunt Duan is busy." The man's hand naturally rested on her lower abdomen, pulling her into his arms, and his voice rang in her ear, "Sleep."
Yu Wanyin was completely enveloped by him.
It is a posture that completely covers the entire body.
His hand was still on her lower abdomen, his chest pressed against her back, and his breath fell on the top of her head.
She felt cool all over, a natural, refreshing coolness.
Holding it in my arms is surprisingly comfortable.
I sensed this from the very first night I held her while we slept.
Unfortunately, he has only experienced it two or three times so far.
Rong Si wasn't happy about not being able to eat, or even just being held and slept in his arms.
He always wanted her to know that he was her husband.
He must be the person closest to her in this world.
He tightened his grip on his arm.
It was as if only the most primitive and savage methods could be used to imprison this little goddess in a cage of wild beasts.
Only then can he completely possess her, filling her body and soul.
No matter how forceful the method, it doesn't matter.
Yu Wanyin was held so tightly by him that she couldn't move.
This is a confinement with a clear intention to seize territory.
It's just that she's menstruating and can't do anything about it.
If it weren't for her period, it wouldn't have been just a simple matter of being wrapped up like this.
In the dim light, I heard him ask softly, "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Yu Wanyin said with a hint of resentment, "If you say you're not in pain, will you let me go?"
"If I don't feel bad anymore, why should I let you go?"
Yu Wanyin turned to look at him, "Then I feel uncomfortable."
In the darkness, she met his gaze into those amber eyes, and Rong Si lowered his head to touch her lips.
Yu Wanyin's breathing became erratic for a moment.
He rang in her ear in his nonchalant, unreasonable tone, "If you're feeling unwell, I can't leave you here alone."
She knew it.
In short, he won't leave.
They won't leave no matter what.
Yu Wanyin was still grateful that her menstrual blood could restrain many of the beast's evil thoughts.
It can restrain his behavior in many ways, preventing him from becoming so unruly.
Yu Wanyin went to bed with no other choice.
Even in her sleep, her lower abdomen would still ache slightly, causing her to instinctively curl up.
But when she curled up, she also trapped his hand on her lower abdomen.
Rong Si felt resistance in her half-awake state, perhaps knowing that this was a signal that she was feeling unwell again, and reflexively began to rub her lower abdomen.
Warm, hot palms covered a large area, kneading in circles.
She rubbed the soft flesh of his lower abdomen against his palm.
You can feel a warm current gathering when you massage your lower abdomen.
My tailbone feels sore, swollen, and weak.
The rubbing made Yu Wanyin flinch.
My blood and qi feel slightly swollen and hot.
He's a man who's very effective at warming up.
These were Yu Wanyin's thoughts after she woke up.
His furnace-like body is more useful than a hot water bottle that will cool down.
I don't know if it's the special tonic food in this village that has some miraculous effect, or his own use.
After three days of feeling unwell, Yu Wanyin felt much better.
Apart from feeling cold in my lower abdomen, I don't have any other symptoms and can go out for some exercise.
In the past two days, the village has been dismantling the weapons and armor seized from Long'an and Taixi.
The huge flying stone rope was parked in the courtyard, and the villagers had searched it thoroughly inside and out over the past two days.
Almost the day after the demolition was completed, they had already drawn up the blueprints and compared them with the slingshots they used to use.
Yu Wanyin was a little curious, so she sat down and watched them draw up the blueprints.
The bandits were quite meticulous in this regard.
The tools used for drawing blueprints, such as rulers, are quite particular.
When Rong Si returned, he saw Yu Wanyin sitting beside him watching. He whistled and called his horse over.
Yu Wanyin looked up when she heard the sound of a horse's whistle.
Rong Si's horse had already run up to them. He pulled on the reins and walked up to Yu Wanyin. "Come on, I'll take you to see the back."
Yu Wanyin knew that what he was referring to was most likely the few mountains behind the arms-producing area.
She stood up hesitantly and tentatively asked, "Can I go anywhere else in the back?"
After all, anything involving weapons is a very serious matter.
Rong Si said slowly and deliberately, "No."
"But you can go wherever you want."
Since he said so, Yu Wanyin did not refuse.
She stepped forward, and Rong Si lifted her onto the horse's back, then followed her up and spurred his horse away from the courtyard.
Compared to the back hill, the things in the front yard are like playing house.
There were only one or two soldiers in the back hill who couldn't handle the workload, so the tasks were assigned to the people in the front yard.
Rong Si led her around two hills, and Yu Wanyin could see the magnificent military city below when she was halfway up the mountain.
Calling it an arms city is not an exaggeration.
From a distance, it looks like a city.
These small towns and villages are not uncommon in the village.
Each one has a unique use.
This place, built with high brick and stone walls, houses arsenals of varying sizes.
The city streets divided each part into sections, and carts and horses carried all kinds of raw materials through the city.
The bandits inside were densely packed, carrying out their tasks methodically.
The city of arms needs to be protected from fire, so this small city is connected to waterways on all four sides.
It was separated from the outside world by water.
Behind the city, in a wide open field, there were several times more bandits than in the courtyard, disassembling and studying the weapons they had brought from Long'an.
There are many people testing the power and durability of new armor.
Rong Si descended the mountain and stopped at the entrance with Yu Wanyin.
As we got closer, we could hear the heavy mechanical sounds inside, as well as the booming explosions.
Rong Si suddenly felt the person in front of him tremble.
He looked down at her. "Do you dare to go in?"
Yu Wanyin was immediately offended, "Who do you look down on?"
"How dare I?" Rong Si wasn't joking with her. "If you're scared, we'll go back."
Yu Wanyin is somewhat afraid of sharp instruments, provided they can hurt her.
It's not like we can't even look at it.
She made a gesture as if to dismount, to show her displeasure.
He shifted his body but found he still didn't know how to dismount.
She can't ride a horse.
Although she had ridden the horse so many times, it was always Rong Si who helped her get on and off.
She herself didn't contribute anything.
Yu Wanyin looked around.
Coincidentally, Rong Si easily noticed her embarrassment and asked slowly behind her ear, "Want a hug?"
Yu Wanyin didn't want to admit it.
But Rong Si quite consciously put his arm around her slender waist, lifted her up easily, and carried her off the horse.
He lifted her off the horse, but didn't let go immediately. Instead, he gently patted her waist and said, "I'll find you a little pony tomorrow, and you can try getting on and off by yourself."
Yu Wanyin pursed her lips and glanced at him.
I thought he would keep this under control, managing her every move and preventing any possibility of her escaping on horseback.
As Yu Wanyin was thinking, the bandits stepped forward to greet them and open the door.
The journey was smooth and unimpeded, but everyone who passed by would respectfully call Rong Si "My Lord".
Rong Si barely responded; in their presence, he was undoubtedly dignified and aloof.
With that cold expression, everyone had to act according to his mood.
Comparatively speaking, Yu Wanyin looks much gentler.
It's easy for people to have a natural affinity for her.
As Yu Wanyin walked into the streets and alleys, she discovered that the arms city was more complex and well-organized than she had imagined.
The courtyards are divided into sections for armor, crossbows, firepower and ammunition, as well as heavy military armor and ranged weapons.
They have some business on hand, and once the goods are inspected, they are delivered to the buyers in a unified manner.
But Yu Wanyin was also familiar with these buyers.
They were all nearby cities and small kingdoms, which I had seen on maps.
She would occasionally overhear passing bandits discussing business with Rongsi using booklets, and she would be surprised to find that he was actually trading with those prefectures and counties.
They all knew that there was a bandit stronghold in Yingzhou, a place where weapons were abundant.
When he returned, Yu Wanyin asked, "Have many small countries around here come looking for you?"
"Not many, but difficulties will arise."
The prices offered by the military dealers are not high, usually much lower than the market price.
Have you ever heard of Shanshan?
Rong Si paused for a moment, then said, "I've heard of it."
Has Shanshan come looking for you?
“I’ve never been to Shanshan.” Rong Si vaguely knew some things about Shanshan, “but they had some difficulties more than ten years ago, and things have been relatively stable in recent years.”
Shanshan is one of the ancient kingdoms that have survived from the Western Regions.
Vast and boundless, with fertile fields stretching for thousands of miles.
Yu Wanyin nodded in agreement, as this was the same as what her elder sister had said in the letter.
After the war ended, it was now known as a paradise in the Western Regions.
They rarely get involved in external disputes.
She still wants to go back.
I wonder where my aunt and elder sister are.
Rong Si remained silent for a moment, without mentioning it.
It seems that the influence of the Northern Chi tribe has also extended to Shanshan.
However, that was news from a long time ago.
I wonder how things are now. After all, it's too far away, and Yingzhou is barely able to take care of itself, so it's not his place to worry about it.
Yu Wanyin walked past the armory and saw a bandit taking hardened iron out of the furnace and quenching it with water.
As the surrounding moisture dissipated, he swung his hammer to forge swords.
The weapons his companions were handling were ones they had stolen from the people of Daizhou.
They were all hung on the walls of the house, with something marked next to the swords.
It looks like a record used to measure the rigidity and hardness of swords.
When the bandits saw them coming, they respectfully put down their things and stepped forward to greet them, saying, "My lord, Your Majesty."
Yu Wanyin asked simply, "How are these?"
"The rigidity and hardness are indeed very good, cutting through iron like mud. The only drawback is that it's heavy in the hand, making it inconvenient to carry. So their first reaction when they retreated was to throw away their weapons," the bandit explained in detail. "However, it's quite difficult to achieve both good rigidity and hardness without being heavy in the hand."
The village has developed a very complete process for measuring these things.
Rong Si casually picked up one of the long swords and weighed it in his hand.
"We have to try again." The bandit looked at Rong Si uneasily as he saw him get his hands on the weapon. "My lord, please give us a maximum of seven days, and we will give you an answer."
Seeing how easily he was weighing it, Yu Wanyin asked, "Is it heavier than what you use?"
"Heavier."
Yu Wanyin glanced at the sword at his waist; judging from the way he held it, she couldn't tell how heavy it was.
They walked out to a slightly more open area, and Yu Wanyin reached out her hand to him, "Let me try."
She had never touched a weapon like this before in her entire life.
Rong Si's eyelids twitched. "You want to try?"
"Um."
"Okay." Rong Si took it off and handed it to her.
When Yu Wanyin grasped his hand, Rong Si did not let go; she looked at him.
Rong Si followed her gaze and intentionally loosened his grip little by little.
The blade began to droop, and Yu Wanyin felt something was wrong as she gripped it halfway.
She could feel that the weight was beyond what her wrist could bear.
Rong Si stopped his effort to dissipate the force and gripped his longsword tightly. "I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
Yu Wanyin hesitated for a moment, but wisely let go.
“If you want to play,” Rong Si sheathed his knife again, “I’ll find you one.”
He took her to another courtyard.
This is a crossbow manufacturing plant.
Although the arms city was enormous, he seemed to know every single weapon operating within it.
The bow and crossbow is not just a bow and crossbow.
Rong Si browsed through the display cases for a while and picked out a hidden dart.
The arrow shaft is light, but the arrowhead is heavy, so brute force is not required.
It only takes a little skill.
"Try this."
Yu Wanyin recognized the hidden arrow.
This thing is not heavy at all.
It can be considered a type of close-range attack concealed weapon.
However, the hidden arrow that Rong Si chose for her was different from the ones she had seen in the book.
She's not quite sure how to use it.
As Yu Wanyin fiddled with it, Rong Si's hand came out horizontally.
He grabbed her wrist, rolled up her sleeve, and slid his hand along the thin fabric of her dress over her forearm.
The friction caused Yu Wanyin's eyelashes to tremble slightly.
Rong Si keenly noticed her reaction.
He discovered it.
The inside of her forearm is really sensitive.
Perhaps it's not just a sensitivity issue in the forearm.
Rong Si's eyes were dark and unpredictable, but he still tied the hidden arrow to her arm.
The well-proportioned forearm was encased, the soft flesh gently pressed against it, making him somewhat distracted.
Yu Wanyin fiddled with the thing on her wrist, looking up at him in confusion, "So how is it different from a regular sleeve dart?"
Rong Si suddenly met those bright, clear eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Yu Wanyin also noticed his unusual behavior.
Based on her limited understanding of him, that look and that action seemed to make him look like he wanted to devour her.
Yu Wanyin belatedly looked away, "Let me take another look myself."
A moment of silence fell, broken only by the creaking of machinery and the somewhat fierce and bloodthirsty aura.
Yet it silently spread the subtle atmosphere between the two.
With the visible glint of swords and blades, their sharp edges pierced straight into the heart and lungs.
Triggering their fragile sensory nerves, they sensed the danger around them and the presence of the other party.
He exists alongside danger.
I wonder if he is in more danger.
These cold weapons are still more dangerous.
This is, after all, a bustling arms city.
The surrounding area was filled with military equipment, so the military wouldn't do anything, nor could they do anything.
In front of these people, he was still a cold-faced commander who was decisive and never smiled.
Rong Si then selected some light bows and arrows, took a box of hidden arrows and arrows, and took her out.
Until they reached an open field, they let her try her arrows.
He explained to her in a deep voice, "Ordinary hidden blades require the other hand to work together, but this one doesn't."
If you let your hand hang down, a metal ring will fall down with it.
When needed, simply pull the metal ring.
This hidden arrow has a mechanism to prevent accidental activation.
The first time you pry it open, you need to pull it three times to open it; after that, you only need to pull it once.
The duration and frequency of the pull determine the number of arrows fired in a single shot.
A maximum of three can be placed at the same time.
It can hold ten arrows.
Each arrow is only a millimeter wide and three inches long.
It is a lightweight and practical close-combat weapon.
Rong Si's explanation was very serious, and his expression was solemn.
Yu Wanyin stood to the side for a while, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist.
She didn't even need to make a big reaction; she just stood there, and the arrow flew out of her sleeve without warning.
The grass stem is ten paces away in the center.
Because it's a close-range weapon, there's no need for aiming.
It's very easy to use.
Yu Wanyin removed the hidden arrow from her sleeve and then picked up the light bow beside her.
The lightweight bow and arrow are made of a special material, allowing her to both draw and lift them.
Although its range is not as far as the bows and arrows Rong Si usually uses, it is sufficient within twenty zhang.
She wasn't needed for shooting at greater distances within the village.
All she needs to do is protect herself.
Yu Wanyin made a simple gesture, imitating how they used to draw their bows, and Rong Si narrowed his eyes.
She's very clever; I wonder how many times she must have secretly observed before she could move so skillfully right from the start.
Rong Si didn't even have much of a place to get involved.
It seems she isn't incapable of doing it.
It's just that the world lacks certain things and opportunities suitable for her to do this.
Rong Si sat under a big tree and watched her draw her bow and nock an arrow.
A mountain breeze brushed past the stray hairs at her temples and blew open the hem of her plain-colored skirt.
She stood upright and straight, her profile was soft and beautiful, and her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be in the wind.
Compared to lilies of the valley, she was more like a pure and unapproachable snow lotus.
It makes her seem out of place in the world.
Rong Si slowly wiped the remaining arrows for her.
Through the coarse cloth, his fingers brushed against the sharp arrowhead.
He pressed down on the arrowhead and slowly rubbed away the dust, letting the sharp point rub against his fingertips, causing itching and stinging.
Only then can the slight itch in one's heart be relieved.
Rong Si lowered his eyes.
Amidst the somber and solemn atmosphere, only he himself knew the truth.
How inappropriate and shameful the things he was thinking at that moment were.
He was calculating when her period would end.
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