Chapter 26: Yu Xianxiang My husband doesn’t allow others to get close to me, but he allows me to...
Isn't he the calmest and most self-possessed person?
Cui Yiluo thought about it, and the next moment her hand reached out to the man's waist and abdomen, and her soft body pressed against it.
"Husband."
The waist and abdominal muscles touched by her body tensed instantly, and Cui Yiluo's hands gently moved over the bumps and depressions, her fingers moving as smoothly as if plucking the surface of a lake or stroking the strings of a musical instrument.
The tingling sensation was the most unpleasant. The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly. In the faint moonlight, Cui Yiluo saw that his eyes were so dark that not a single ray of light could penetrate, like a heavy rainstorm.
The feeling below his waist and abdomen had awakened the moment she came close to him, but he did not push her away like he did a few days ago.
This seems to be a revelation.
Cui Yiluo's smile grew wider. She took his large palm with one hand and pressed it against her waist with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak. His slender fingers clasped her slender waist, and his long arms crossed over her. For a moment, it seemed as if they were hugging each other intimately. However, except for the last time at the end, when he pressed her in his arms with such force that it seemed as if he was pressing into her bones and blood, they had never truly hugged each other.
The man's breathing suddenly became heavy and rapid.
He should be familiar with this area, as he always pinches it and presses it hard against himself.
If he went just a little higher, he'd find a soft spot, but he always managed to avoid it. He seemed shy about it, never touching it with his hands or lips. Even when he lost control and left a red mark, it was only on the collarbone.
Cui Yiluo's breathing rose and fell, his palms were as stiff as a piece of hot iron just struck, and the nimble and powerful fingers that held the sword now hung stiffly on his waist, as if he didn't know whether to touch or not.
He was always reserved at this time, but when he really let go, he was a completely different person. The scene in the bathroom last time was still fresh in his mind.
No wonder he avoided her for so long afterwards.
She pressed closer to him, her gentle voice ringing in the closed red tent with endless ambiguity, "Husband, it's so late."
This seems to be a kind of urging.
She immediately felt clearly that Jiang Yunjin's palm became hot.
Cui Yiluo laughed softly. The next moment, she felt the hand holding her waist move. With a certain solemnity, the fingers hooked around the belt and slowly pulled it down.
At the moment when the belt was about to come undone, the soft palm suddenly covered the big palm with bulging blue veins.
The man paused.
"Husband, it's so late. Why don't you rest first?" Cui Yiluo's tone seemed to be acting coquettishly, but in the darkness, her lively smile could still be vaguely seen, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a pride that was difficult to conceal.
She repeated what she had just said, as if Jiang Yunjin knew it was late but didn't care.
The brocade tent was suddenly silent. The ambiguous entanglement just now disappeared, and even the man's heavy breathing stopped.
After a few breaths, Jiang Yunjin calmed down and tied the belt that was almost untied just now, then turned slightly towards Cui Yiluo and moved a few inches away.
He returned to his cold and abstinent look, his profile so cold and resolute as if he was a gentleman who had never been involved in lust and whose eyes were only focused on righteousness. But when he looked down, the coldness turned into heat.
Cui Yiluo couldn't help laughing, a hint of cunning appeared at the end of her eyes, and suddenly she walked forward and hugged him.
He turned his head, his dark eyes locked on her, as if for confirmation.
Cui Yiluo hugged him tighter and said, "Husband, I'm still a little scared. Can I hold you while I sleep?"
Jiang Yunjin's breathing stopped.
Sure enough, he was about to raise his hand to push her away, then paused for a moment and put it down.
His voice was hoarse, seemingly because of what happened just now: "Yeah."
Cui Yiluo felt even more passionate as she looked at him. She knew that he was feeling guilty towards her because of what happened today and was tolerating her excessive advances out of a sense of responsibility.
But she still took bad advantage of his courtesy and morality, breaking down his calmness and abstinence bit by bit.
The next day was Jiang Yunjin's day off, but the fire in Guanghua Temple the day before had caused a sensation in the city. After a night, rumors in Shengjing seemed to have grown wings and flew all over the streets and alleys. In an instant, the news that the gods had sent down a punishment from heaven was widely spread.
Cui Yiluo had assumed Jiang Yunjin would be busy with this matter. Even if it wasn't for His Majesty, she could see it was just the beginning. But he remained calm and composed, staying in his study for the entire morning.
Cui Yiluo thought about his unwavering attitude and understood that they must have planned this out long ago.
She had little interest in either party, and had no preference for either. However, if there was a solution, the other party would surely be restrained. With the urgent situation at hand, he would naturally have no time to focus on her, so she could naturally find an opportunity.
If it weren't for the huge difference in their physical positions... a fierce look flashed across Cui Yiluo's eyes.
But when she thought that everything would be peaceful for the time being, she felt a little relieved.
As I looked at the clothes on the crossbeam, I suddenly remembered the shawl that fell into the fire yesterday.
The clothes were all made in sets, with matching embroidery patterns and colors. Cui Yiluo took out other shawls and compared them for a long time, but she couldn't find any that matched yesterday's clothes.
And the shawl was embroidered with her favorite forsythia.
Cui Yiluo didn't show it on her face, but Lilan knew that her daughter really liked the dress she wore yesterday, and without the matching shawl, it was a flaw.
"Miss, didn't Miss Jiang say a few days ago that Huaming Pavilion had received new materials? Why don't you go and take a look? Besides, this dress of yours was made by Huaming Pavilion. Perhaps they can make another similar shawl?"
Cui Yiluo pondered for a moment and went to find Jiang Yunjin.
Not long after, a carriage slowly drove out of the Jiang Mansion.
Inside the car, Cui Yiluo glanced at the man sitting beside her, his face pure and serious, and said with a smile, "Thank you, husband."
Jiang Yunjin responded softly, still being frugal with his words.
After that day, it seemed like she hadn't been with him in a closed place for a long time, until today.
It wasn't safe for her to leave the house alone. Although that person wouldn't make any more moves in the near future, it would only take a word to arrange for someone to lie in wait near the Jiang residence and take her life. It wouldn't take much effort.
Although she did not tell Jiang Yunjin about the tea with added ingredients in the meditation room yesterday, he must have known in his heart that the fire was directed at her, and the two of them were tacitly aware of it.
On the grounds of safety, he naturally would not refuse, even though on the surface he was doing something extremely intimate like accompanying his wife to pick out clothes.
But that's just the surface.
The carriage passed through the wide streets of Shengjing City, crushing the bright sunlight, and stopped in front of Huaming Pavilion after driving for a while.
Huaming Pavilion is one of the best clothing shops in Beijing, and Jiang Zhaoyue is a frequent visitor here. The owner has always dealt with high-ranking officials and nobles. When he saw the two people walk in, he immediately greeted them enthusiastically.
"Sir, please come this way, Madam."
The shopkeeper led the way to the private room. Cui Yiluo glanced at Jiang Yunjin and couldn't help wondering, "Has my husband been here before?"
The shopkeeper wasn't surprised to recognize her; she'd been there once before, after all. Huaming Pavilion primarily made women's clothing, and Jiang Yunjin was preoccupied with official duties, eschewing all pursuits of pleasure. His usual robes were mostly light-colored, with dark patterns, simple and elegant. Compared to the number of robes worn by the nobles, his collection was modest. So why would he visit a clothing shop?
Jiang Yunjin didn't explain, but simply said, "Yeah, I've been here before."
Cui Yiluo wanted to ask more questions, but the shopkeeper happened to take them to a private room.
"Please wait a moment, Lord and Madam. I will have the fabrics brought up for you to choose from."
After saying this, he led his men away, leaving only the servant who served tea with him.
The conversation was interrupted by the shopkeeper, and Cui Yiluo didn't hesitate to ask any more questions. As long as Jiang Yunjin's private affairs did not involve her interests, there was no need for her to ask more.
After a while, the shopkeeper came back with the fabric samples and embroidery patterns.
Cui Yiluo described the style of the shawl. The shopkeeper seemed to have an exceptionally good memory. Cui Yiluo only described half of it before he was able to tell the material and embroidery pattern of the shawl.
Cui Yiluo was slightly stunned. She had made this dress more than half a month ago, but the shopkeeper remembered it exactly.
A hint of doubt flashed through her mind.
"Don't worry, Madam. It will be delivered to your house in the next few days."
Cui Yiluo responded and suddenly glanced at the man beside her. He was drinking tea calmly with his eyes cast down, looking completely unconcerned about the embroidery patterns and other things.
Cui Yiluo immediately rejected the faint and absurd possibility that suddenly popped up in her mind.
She picked for a while, and the shopkeeper wrote down everything. From beginning to end, Jiang Yunjin sat there motionless like a mountain, without saying a word or even looking at her.
He was just doing his duty to protect her safety.
Cui Yiluo looked at his indifferent expression, then glanced at the brightly colored fabric in front of her, "How about Yiluo make a few robes for my husband?"
Jiang Yunjin paused, and the next moment he refused as expected.
“No need.”
Cui Yiluo smiled and said, "But I see that my husband always wears either moon white or silver gray. But I think he looks very handsome in his official robes."
The only bright color on his body was probably the red jade in his black jade necklace. But that red jade was also her replacement, and perhaps because he was afraid of accidentally damaging the beads if he removed it, he never replaced it. Only the first two times he did he specifically take off the black jade necklace.
Jiang Yunjin raised his eyelashes slightly and glanced at the pile of cloth calmly.
He suddenly said softly: "Do you like black?"
Cui Yiluo frowned slightly, not understanding why he suddenly asked such a question. The pile of cloth was for her to choose from, and there was no black in it.
She thought for a moment and tentatively said, "Husband, do you want to make a black robe? But black doesn't seem to suit you."
He has a cool and clear temperament, and is a noble gentleman like orchid and osmanthus. The color black makes a man look sharp and heroic, and sometimes even has a gloomy feeling, as if he crawled out of hell.
Jiang Yunjin's face darkened when he heard this, and he slowly replied, "No."
Cui Yiluo couldn't guess what he meant. After thinking for a while, she asked the shopkeeper to bring up bamboo green and cloud blue materials. She didn't dare to choose too bright colors, just slightly brighter than what he wore before.
In the end, Cui Yiluo decided on two outfits. Jiang Yunjin didn't say anything, just a quiet "OK." He didn't seem to care about the clothes, and even if Cui Yiluo chose them, he might not wear them in the end.
After noting down everything, the shopkeeper looked hesitant. "I've already noted your madam's measurements, but as for your lordship's...why don't I have someone come up and measure them?"
When Cui Yiluo heard this, she felt even more strange. Huaming Pavilion did not record Jiang Yunjin's measurements, so what was he doing here before? It couldn't be for official business, right?
After a while, the servant came up with a measuring tape.
Through the screen, Cui Yiluo could only hear the servant's increasingly nervous voice: "Lord, could you please raise your arms a little higher..."
A hint of interest flashed in Cui Yiluo's eyes. She stood up and walked around the screen. The man's handsome face was calm and his brows were furrowed.
She reached out to take the measuring tape: "Let me do it."
The boy who was measuring the size was immediately as if he had been pardoned. He handed over the measuring tape and quickly ran out from behind the screen.
As soon as the servant left, only she and he were left behind the screen. The screen was tall and made of solid wood, blocking out all the situations outside. No one from outside could see inside, and it surrounded the two of them tightly.
Cui Yiluo slowly approached him, put her arms through his ribs, and bound the cloth measure around his strong waist and abdomen from front to back.
The measuring tape was tightened, and Jiang Yunjin looked at the reverse measurement method and the hand still around his waist, his eyes dimmed slightly.
Of course this is not the way to measure size.
The shopkeeper and the servant were still waiting outside the screen to note down the measurements. Jiang Yunjin frowned slightly and raised his hand to pull her away.
Cui Yiluo raised her smiling eyes and met the man's heavy eyes. If she moved her red lips a little closer, they would touch his thin lips.
She spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear, and her warm breath intertwined on the inside of the screen, like some kind of private and extremely intimate connection, indicating the unusual intimacy and fit between men and women that others could not interfere with.
"My husband doesn't allow others to get close to him, but he allows me to do this. What does it mean to treat me differently like this?"
Jiang Yunjin's eyes darkened completely.
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