Chapter 71 Revlon From the moment she handed him the wine, he...
Cui Yiluo's fingertips trembled, but he had already pressed against her neck. She knew that he could see the pages of the book in her hand clearly.
Her warm breath brushed against her skin, gently passing over the spot where he had bitten her the last time he went crazy, leaving deep teeth marks. Even a few days after returning to the Jiang residence, she had to cover them up when putting on makeup.
Cui Yiluo didn't know where he got so much strength from.
When his breath brushed over the place where she was, Cui Yiluo shuddered unconsciously.
Jiang Yunjin seemed to have no idea why she reacted that way. He gently placed his thin lips on her neck. The teeth marks there had disappeared, but he could still kiss the same spot with great precision.
"What's wrong?"
He asked in a low voice.
It seemed like he really cared about her.
Cui Yiluo bit her lip, suppressed the dampness rising from her body, and looked at the pages in front of her again.
The vertical comments he wrote with his own hand made her fingertips tremble.
"My husband, aren't you learning the ways of a gentleman? Why do you look at these things?"
This book contains records of sinister secret medicines, yet it is kept in the study of a distinguished gentleman, alongside volumes detailing the principles of propriety and righteousness.
He hugged her from behind. Cui Yiluo couldn't see the expression on his face, but his thin body was particularly relaxed when he held her, and there was nothing unusual about it.
He chuckled softly, "In your eyes, I'm still so old-fashioned."
Cui Yiluo endured the numbness in her neck and suppressed the panic in her heart, and continued to ask, "Has my husband ever come into contact with any of these drugs?"
She did not turn the page. The page with the three big words "Mixian Yin" written in thick ink was spread out nakedly in front of the two of them. In just a moment, she could break the window paper that led to their marriage.
A subtle fragrance. If she hadn't experienced it before, how could she describe it so clearly and accurately? Cui Yiluo's mind raced through memories, repeatedly pondering his reaction when he accepted the glass of wine she offered him.
"No."
When he answered in a low voice, Cui Yiluo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and without even noticing it herself, her shoulders relaxed slightly.
He explained, "It's just that my father had someone teach him before. There are so many banquets and drinking occasions, so we have to be careful."
When a child of a prominent family is away from home, countless people are watching for an opportunity to take their life or even their position. Jiang Yunjin, the eldest son of the eldest wife, has been a man of high hopes since childhood. It's not surprising that his father is looking for someone to teach him.
Although he did not recognize the Immortal Guide.
But he couldn't have known that.
If he knew the wine was laced with a charm, why would he have drunk it? He wished he could be as far away from her as possible, to have nothing to do with her anymore. He drank the wine only because someone offered him a toast, and he was being polite and not refusing to offend.
Perhaps because Cui Yiluo didn't answer, he tightened his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "Do you remember what happened before?"
There was a hint of gentle concern in his tone.
Cui Yiluo lowered her eyes, hiding the guilt in her eyes. She raised the corners of her lips and said teasingly, "I was just thinking that learning the method of identification through books alone is not enough. It's better to try another method in the future."
after.
The man hugging her from behind breathed heavier.
After Cui Yiluo finished speaking, she closed the book and put it back where it belonged. The tension in her heart completely disappeared.
As soon as she turned around, her chin was slightly lifted up by his slender fingers. His fingertips gently stroked her soft red lips, causing her to tremble. The next moment, his handsome face was depressed.
His lips were bitten, and he advanced skillfully, entwining them forcefully.
Cui Yiluo ran out of breath, and all that remained between her lips and tongue was his breath. Suffocating, she subconsciously leaned back. He caught up with her without letting her go, put his arm around her waist and pressed her against the heavy bookcase, teasing her to respond.
Cui Yiluo was following the manners of a gentleman that he had learned from her, but in front of her she was being kissed fiercely by him. She could hardly believe that Jiang Yunjin would take the initiative to kiss her in the study.
The previous few times, she just sat on his lap and he would scold her.
The wind and rain gradually subsided, and he gently touched her lips, and the same crystal color stained their lips.
His eyes were dark and filled with lust. "Go back to the room?"
Since the intense and absurd incident at Qingchi Lane, there had been no further contact between them. But Cui Yiluo had set a deadline of half a month. If she gave in now, wouldn't it seem that she missed him too?
Cui Yiluo hooked her arm around his neck and said teasingly, "It's not even half a month yet. Isn't my husband a man of his word? Are you going to break your promise?"
He looked at her with heavy eyes. Cui Yiluo met his oppressive gaze directly and continued to provoke him as if it was not enough.
"And I don't want to go back to my room. I just want to stay in my husband's study."
No matter how crazy or unruly he was, it was impossible for him to do anything with her in the study where he had been taught as a gentleman since childhood. Even when he was seduced by her before, he never took the last step.
He really didn't continue, looked at her with dark eyes, then turned and strode away.
Seeing that he was speechless because of her, Cui Yiluo felt that she had finally avenged herself for the five days when he had left her speechless. The corners of her lips curled up, and she felt that she had rested enough, so she walked to the desk and wanted to continue looking at the account book.
Suddenly, a man's whispered command came from outside the door, and then the door closed tightly with a heavy muffled sound, which made Cui Yiluo's heart jump.
She paused just as she was about to reach the desk and subconsciously turned around, but before she turned around, her whole body suddenly felt lighter.
She was carried horizontally from behind by Jiang Yunjin.
There was no one in the empty courtyard. The candlelight from the stone lamp flickered and danced on the bluestone slabs. The thick door of the study was tightly closed, blocking out any sounds from inside. Only vague and suppressed sobs could be heard.
It was as if a raging flood had suddenly burst its banks. After a long time, Cui Yiluo felt as if she was about to be drowned and suffocated by him, but she couldn't escape at all. Her ankle, which was held in his hand, began to tremble, but he showed no pity and remained ferocious.
After an unknown amount of time, Cui Yiluo buried her face in the soft pillow on the small couch, with shackles around her waist. This was the sixth time she tried to escape and was caught again.
The more she runs away, the more she will be punished.
As if afraid that she would really suffocate, he held up her snow-white and red face with his bony hands and gently covered it.
On one side he was fierce, on the other side he was gentle. Cui Yiluo didn't feel this was a comfort, but only torture.
He's crazy, he's really crazy.
The study is the most solemn place in his heart, but he doesn't care about it at all. So what else does he have to be taboo about?
Official documents were scattered all over the floor in a mess. Behind Cui Yiluo was his daily office desk. Her beautiful, watery eyes were dazed. When she thought of this, she was even more shocked and panicked.
She began to regret her deliberate provocation. If she hadn't mentioned the study, the situation wouldn't have developed like this. But how could she have known that he had indulged himself to such an extent?
He was an extremely perceptive person and immediately noticed her distraction, and a stone fell heavily into the lake.
Cui Yiluo suddenly didn't bite her lips.
"concentrate."
He bit her earlobe, and the sound was a little muffled.
It was like a punishment, but also like a way to make her concentrate.
In the end, Cui Yiluo admitted defeat and begged him, "Husband, please let me go, okay?"
Jiang Yunjin did not answer.
After midnight, the door to the study, which had been tightly shut all night, finally opened. A tall, upright man emerged, holding a petite woman in one arm. The woman was draped in a frosty cloak, its hood obscuring her rosy, white face. She leaned weakly against him, motionless, seemingly deep asleep.
The slender fingers gently stroked the sweaty and tender face, causing the sleeping woman to resist. She subconsciously frowned and turned her face away.
“No more…”
The lips were kissed, silencing the unspoken resistance, both loving and fierce.
There was a complex emotion in the man's eyes, reflecting it heavily and wantonly.
Let her go?
From the moment she handed him the wine, he would never let her go in his life.
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When Cui Yiluo woke up, it was already noon. In her hazy sleep last night, she felt Jiang Yunjin helping to massage her waist and legs. Now that she stood up, her body really didn't feel as sore as before.
Mrs. Jiang probably didn't want to see her any more, but she abided by the rules of the noble family and allowed her to pay her respects every few days.
While Lilan was helping Cui Yiluo change her clothes and wash up, she remembered what Madam Jiang said yesterday.
Last night, when she was in a state of confusion and passion, Cui Yiluo was in a fragile state of mind. She felt that this was also the time when Jiang Yunjin was at his most vulnerable, so she asked him intermittently about the doubts she had raised during the day: "Have you ever been to Ningzhou before, my husband?"
Jiang Yunjin paused, his eyes darkening, "Why do you ask?"
Cui Yiluo explained honestly: "Grandma said that we have a childhood friendship."
The lust on Qingjun's face faded slightly, and was replaced by a barely perceptible strange emotion. He paused for a few breaths, and just when Cui Yiluo was about to ask again, he spoke.
"No."
Regarding Madam Jiang's words, he explained: "Maybe Grandmother heard it wrong."
Upon hearing this, Cui Yiluo frowned subconsciously. Just as she was about to think about what was wrong, the tide rose again and she quickly lost the mind to think about it.
But now that I think about it, I feel that his reaction was a bit strange.
Could it be that they had really met before? But if so, why did he deny it? Cui Yiluo couldn't figure it out, so she simply asked Lilan.
But Lilan also said that she had never met Jiang Yunjin, and asked tentatively: "Could it be that the young lady is just overthinking it?"
Cui Yiluo lowered her eyes in thought and responded absentmindedly.
But was she really just overthinking it?
But in the days that followed, Cui Yiluo deliberately tested him with things related to Ningzhou, but he knew nothing about it and it didn't seem like he was lying. Although Cui Yiluo still had doubts in her heart, she had finally dispelled some of them.
The end of the year is approaching, and to celebrate the new dynasty, every household in Shengjing has pasted peach wood charms with the Chinese character for "happiness" on them. The piled up white snow reflects the red fire, creating a festive scene.
The day before New Year's Eve, everyone in the mansion was busy. In the Yuzhu Courtyard, the servants were busy sorting and drying old things to disperse the old year's spirit and welcome the new year.
Even the enclosed courtyard that Cui Yiluo had never seen open since she entered the mansion was opened on this day.
When Cui Yiluo first came to Yuzhu Courtyard to look for Jiang Yunjin, she noticed the enclosed, oppressive courtyard. At first, she didn't know where it was, nor did she know why Jiang Yunjin had kept it closed for so long.
Later she gradually realized that that was where his parents lived.
From Jiang Zhaoyue's attitude, Cui Yiluo keenly realized that Jiang Yunjin's parents were a taboo that could not be mentioned openly in the Jiang family, and everyone kept their mouths shut.
The heavy rosewood door is only opened at the end of the year. After cleaning and tidying up, it is closed again, year after year.
Jiang Yunjin respects his parents, but deliberately avoids them.
Cui Yiluo passed by this small courtyard. The gate was wide open, and the courtyard inside was spacious and deep. The simple yet elegant houses were covered with a thick layer of dust. Although the servants in the courtyard were busy and the scene was bustling, the sounds of shouting and moving could not cover up the stale atmosphere emanating from the courtyard.
Looking into the deep and dark courtyard from the distant gate, Cui Yiluo felt a sinking feeling in her heart.
Wen Feng was leading people to move out several heavy boxes and crates, and he kept telling the servants who were moving the boxes and crates to be careful.
But this small courtyard was only able to see the light of day again today. The roads inside were covered with thick layers of snow. The servants carried heavy boxes and stepped deeply into the snow.
Beneath the snow lay unmelted ice. As he was about to reach the gate, he suddenly stumbled, lost his balance, and fell straight into the snow.
The box he was carrying was heavy, and he suddenly fell to the ground, carrying the box with him, which also swayed. The other servant who was carrying the box also lost his balance and fell to the ground with him.
The heavy box fell heavily to the ground, splashing fine snow, and a small part of the objects inside were scattered and fell sporadically in the snow.
He was shocked when he heard the news and quickly asked someone to collect the scattered items.
Cui Yiluo took a quick look and recognized that the box contained all the items used by Jiang Yunjin when he was a teenager, most of which were clothes, and there was even one piece scattered not far in front of her.
It was a black round-necked brocade robe embroidered with pine and bamboo patterns in silver thread, which was particularly eye-catching in the snow.
It was the first time Cui Yiluo had seen Jiang Yunjin wearing dark clothing. Living together, she knew exactly how many robes he owned, even the materials and styles of each one. His robes were either snowy, moon-white, or silver-gray, perfectly matching his cold and aloof personality.
Although he is not like this in front of her now.
Cui Yiluo subconsciously stepped forward and picked up the robe, her fingers brushing over the bamboo leaf patterns on the cuffs. The silk thread and brocade felt extremely smooth and comfortable to the touch, a feeling that only high-quality silk thread and clothing could provide. Cui Yiluo had only touched it once before coming to Shengjing.
She was startled for a moment, then saw Wen Feng coming towards her quickly.
"Meet the young lady."
Cui Yiluo saw Wen Feng's somewhat nervous expression, and felt a little strange in her heart.
Wen Feng reached out anxiously, wanting to take the robe from Cui Yiluo's hand, "Thank you, Madam."
Cui Yiluo handed it over.
Wen Feng took it quickly, his movements revealing a bit of nervousness, and then ordered the two servants who had almost packed up the scattered items to carry the box and leave again.
Before leaving, Wen Feng glanced at Cui Yiluo tentatively, but his gaze met Cui Yiluo's head-on. A trace of panic flashed across his face, and he quickly bowed and took his men away.
Even after Wen Feng and his companions had walked a distance, Cui Yiluo was still standing there with a frown on her face.
"Girl, aren't you going?"
Lilan's voice called Cui Yiluo back to her senses, and she gathered her thoughts and said, "Let's go."
"Hey, what is this?"
Lilan suddenly squatted down and picked up a piece of red paper that had faded to a pale red from the snow. She opened it and took a look, then handed it to Cui Yiluo in confusion: "The fortune slip from Changjing Temple, is this something you left behind?"
Changjing Temple?
Cui Yiluo frowned and took it. Sure enough, she saw the name of Changjing Temple written on the paper. The handwriting on the red paper was neat: "The dark clouds have not yet dispersed for many days, and the cold wind and rain are biting. When you reach the difficult and dangerous places, you will cross the dangerous peaks and it will be spring."
Changjing Temple is a temple in Ningzhou, but she does not believe in gods and Buddhas, let alone go there to draw lots?
The fortune-telling on it was not auspicious, and one could almost see the despair in the heart of the person seeking it. Cui Yiluo clutched the red paper in a daze, then vaguely realized that it had fallen out of Jiang Yunjin's old clothes that had just landed in front of her.
He lied to her.
He has been to Ningzhou.
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The author has something to say: Thanks to Wen Feng for the assist [狗头]
Thanks to the little ones for the nutrient solution and mines [heart]
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