In the autumn garden, with maple leaves on the ground and hibiscus flowers on the water, it is quiet and romantic everywhere.
Mu Wan covered her bitten cheek and stared at Yan Shang with wide eyes.
She pushed herself into his arms, and said sharply, "You stink so much!"
Actor: "......?"
He still smiled when he spoke.
Her eyes were filled with anger towards him, but it was the first time in several days that she saw him sitting next to her couch in the autumn sun, and a strange wave of emotion rose in her heart again.
Seeing him smile, Mu Wanyao realized their current situation and stepped back calmly, refusing to let him hug her.
And Yan Shang did not stop him. After he said she smelled, his eyes vaguely swept over the actor who was kneeling on the ground, and his expression became stiff after he realized who this young man was.
Yan Shangwei leaned down and faced Mu Wanyao. His voice was clear and measured, just like usual: "Why did you think of going home today?"
Mu Wan shook his chin and raised his head slightly: "I'm going back to the mansion to get something. Do I need your advice?"
Yan Shang smiled: "That's not necessary."
He inquired casually, "Are you listening to a play?"
Mu Wan shook her head perfunctorily: "Yeah."
Yan Shang: "Did you fall asleep while listening? Why are you sleeping outside? What if you get sick?"
Mu Wanyao thought to herself why should I answer you.
She was completely awake at this time, and remembered that the problem between her and Yan Shang had not been resolved, so she pulled the mattress impatiently and pushed Yan Shang: "Why didn't Yan Erlang go to the imperial city to work today? He returned home before the sun went down. It's really rare."
Yan Shang's eyes dimmed slightly, he pursed his lips and stared at her for a long while.
She didn't answer his question.
After Mu Wanyao sneered at him, she turned around and looked at him. She felt that he seemed a little strange today. He was usually so gentle, but because of the quarrel with her recently, he had been humble to her and wanted to ask her to move back to the mansion.
But Yan Shang's expression now was too calm.
Mu Wanyao suddenly saw the actor kneeling on the ground. Just as she was about to look over there, Yan Shang moved his upper body and his shoulder blocked her view.
Yan Shang pushed her: "Go take a bath, I'll prepare water for you."
Mu Wanyao: "Why should I take a bath? I told you I still have to go out. Zilin..."
Before she could finish her words to the kneeling actor, Yan Shang interrupted her gently, "No matter what you are going to do, whether you are going out or not, you must take a bath first."
He leaned forward, slightly tilted his face, and his face was almost touching hers. He took her hand and gently rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips without making a sound.
The man's breath was gentle, and he whispered in her ear: "I'll make you some lotus seed porridge, don't leave in a hurry, okay?"
Mu Wan shook her ear tip and felt a slight itch, and her earlobe was touched by his lips. He seemed to bite her ear, and then moved his lips away when her ear turned red. Her hand was grabbed by him and held down by him.
Mu Wanyao's heart felt numb, her eyes were moist and she looked at him hesitantly.
Yan Shang smiled at her, and this smile made her dazed. She loved his introverted and gentle appearance, like a gurgling stream. When he didn't laugh much, but only smiled slightly, she wanted to push him down and bully him.
Mu Wan shook her eyes and Yan Shang felt happy that he was still attractive to her. Then, after a flash of light in her eyes, she regained her composure and became calm and indifferent.
Mu Wan shook her head nonchalantly: "I don't drink your stuff."
Yan Shang stared at her.
Mu Wan turned her head away and smiled slyly at him: "What? Are you angry?"
Yan Shang held her hand and rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips. She felt numb from his pinch and quickly shook his hand off.
Yan Shang looked down at her hand, no longer struggling, but gave in and said, "Go take a bath first."
Mu Wan shook her brow and frowned.
She lowered her head and sniffed her collar quietly, wondering how much alcohol she smelled of. Yan Shangcai emphasized over and over again that she should wash up.
She just drank two more glasses of wine, and the actor's singing was too hypnotic, so she leaned on the couch and took a nap for a while... Why did she let Yan Shang urge her to take a bath?
—
The actor knelt on the ground, his heart beating faster with anxiety.
He saw the handsome prince consort, who even men would praise as having good temperament, coaxing the drunken princess to get up. Yan Shang supported Mu Wan's shaking hand and pushed the princess away staggeringly.
Mu Wanyao resisted Yan Shang from touching her, so Yan Shang let go and let the maid help her leave. But no matter what, the actor saw that there was love between the princess and the prince consort.
After Yan Shang coaxed Mu Wanyao away, he turned around to look at the actor, who was so frightened that his face turned pale.
He struggled: "Prince Consort, Prince Consort can't kill me... I was brought back by His Highness, and His Highness praised me for my good looks..."
Yan Shang's eyes narrowed slightly.
He originally wanted to get rid of the actor first and wait for Mu Wan to turn around, but at this moment, he suddenly changed his mind and said in a strange voice: "Did she really praise your good looks?"
The actor was afraid that the prince consort would not believe him, so he cursed and swore: "It's true! When I first met His Highness, he said that I was good-looking, as pretty as a girl. He also praised my small frame and said that I looked good with or without makeup."
Yan Shang stared at the actor, his eyes sweeping over his eyebrows and eyes inch by inch.
He felt as depressed as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest. Originally, he just thought that this actor had some bad intentions, but at this time, Yan Shang had more doubts.
He almost hated Mu Wanyao.
There was also a kind of anger that I couldn't suppress.
Yan Shang lifted his robe and sat down, and said to the actor in a gentle voice: "Tell me in detail how you met Her Royal Highness the Princess."
—
The actor was in a panic, fearing both death and the possibility that the prince consort would become jealous and drive him out.
Her Royal Highness the Princess was so high up in the world, and she didn't need me. But after I was kicked out by Her Royal Highness, which theater would dare to accept me?
The actor was only a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. Even though Yan Shang's attitude was gentle, he was frightened and started crying.
Yan Shang rarely feels impatient and wants to lose his temper when facing someone.
He looked at the man with cold eyes, not wanting to say anything to comfort him. When the man had almost finished crying, Yan Shang suppressed his anger and said as gently as possible: "Don't cry. Just talk to me nicely."
On the other side, Mu Wanyao was walking in the corridor, Qiu Si holding her hand. A cool breeze blew, and Mu Wanyao felt something was wrong the more she walked.
She asked Qiusi: "Did Yan Shang come over when I fell asleep just now? Did he see anything?"
Qiu Si lowered her head and said, "The prince consort was standing at the gate of the courtyard, and I was standing behind him. I don't know if the prince consort saw it, but I saw that the actor the princess brought back secretly took your hand and kissed it while you were asleep."
Mu Wanyao suddenly raised his eyebrows.
She looked down at the back of her hand. Her soft, white and delicate skin was almost rubbed red by Yan Shang.
At first, she was disgusted that her hand was kissed by an actor, but then she thought of Yan Shang’s strange reaction... Mu Wan sneered and immediately felt relieved.
It turns out someone is jealous.
It's so rare.
He is a saint with no desires or requests, but it turns out he also gets jealous sometimes.
Mu Wan shook his head and muttered, "At least he is still alive."
Qiu Si was worried: "I'm afraid the Prince Consort has misunderstood..."
Mu Wan smiled and said slowly, "Ignore him."
—
In the evening, go to the clean room to take a bath.
The clean room is connected to the dormitory and has been renovated recently. Mu Wanyao had a hot spring pool dug and filled with hot spring water from the nearby mountains. Taking a bath here every day can invigorate the blood circulation and nourish the skin. I don't know how good it is for the body.
Mu Wan was used to playing in the hot spring, and this hot spring was her favorite. Whenever she was in the princess's mansion, she would enjoy it every day.
She wanted Yan Shang to enjoy himself, to soak in the hot spring and nourish his body. But when Yan Shang saw the large hot spring she had made in the clean room for the first time, his face turned red and he refused to go in no matter what.
Mu Wanyao scolded him for being thin-skinned and unable to let go even at home.
Now, after leaving the princess's mansion for a month, Mu Wanyao came back to enjoy her own bath. She leaned against the wall by the pool, poured the water on her arms, and sighed comfortably.
The water vapor is rising, the clouds are swirling, and a beautiful girl is sitting in the hot spring, her black hair is like silk, dripping on her snow-white shoulders. The snow-capped mountains are red and white, so beautiful and magnificent.
Mu Wan shook herself and stared at her own skin, becoming a little obsessed.
A male voice suddenly sounded: "Are you indulging in your own beauty and admiring yourself?"
Mu Wanyao was startled, but she leaned against the pool wall without moving, just turning her head to look in the direction of the sound. When the smoke cleared a little, she saw Yan Shang, dressed in brocade and jade belt, squatting by the pool, looking down at her.
His eyes were as quiet and dark as midnight, and his wide sleeves fell naturally, floating in the milky white soup. The soup soaked his robe, but he didn't care, just squatted there and looked at her.
Mu Wan shook her head and glared at him: "You are so elusive nowadays, without any sound at all. It's so scary."
Yan Shang raised his eyebrows slightly.
He lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "Are you scared to death? How could you be scared to death? The whole house belongs to you. Only servants come and go. Only maids can enter your bedroom. I should be the only man.
"How could you be frightened? Would I scare you? Or... do you think there are other men around?"
Mu Wan shook her eyes and curled them slightly.
She instantly understood what he was trying to find out.
She smiled, "How should I know? Haven't I been away from the mansion for a long time? Aren't you the only one living here? Don't you know better than me whether there are other men in the mansion?"
She was extremely relaxed, her body slightly leaning forward, the soup rising and falling, and the traces of snow-whiteness were faintly visible.
Yan Shang stared over and saw Mu Wan's cheeks flushed by the heat, and her eyes looked around, making her even more cunning and seductive.
The water droplets rolled down her eyelashes like raindrops, stuck to her long hair that was against her cheek, and then together with the long hair, were held in her slightly open red lips.
This is a natural beauty.
Yan Shang stood up and walked slowly towards the pond. He did not take off his clothes, and his wide sleeves were soaked in water, which gathered around his legs and waist.
Mu Wan raised her eyebrows: "Wow."
She admired him as he entered the water, and he had already swam to her. Without saying a word, he bent down and embraced her, who was as smooth as a loach.
She was smiling at first, but when she saw something was wrong in his eyes, and when his lips were about to touch hers, she suddenly reached out and covered his mouth with her hand.
His teeth dug into her palm.
Mu Wan screamed in pain.
She suddenly got angry: "Are you a dog? You bit me twice in one day? Do you really think I won't be angry?"
Yan Shang lowered his eyes.
He did not answer but asked: "Why do you want to praise an actor for his good looks?"
Muwan glanced at him.
She laughed: "Did you find out? Could it be that she is just good-looking?"
Yan Shang: "He looks better than me?"
Mu Wan raised her head and looked at him: "Are you good-looking? How come I don't know? Wei Shu is more handsome than you, did you know that?"
Yan Shang paused. He wondered why Wei Shu was dragged into this.
She hugged his waist, closed her eyes and said deliberately: "You are old."
Yan Shang moved closer to her, leaning close to her, and whispered, "I'm not old. I'm still half a year younger than you, Sister Yaoyao. If I'm old, Sister Yaoyao is older. You will always be half a year older than me."
Mu Wan shook her waist as he held her in his arms, pressing her tightly against his chest.
She was held in his arms, the heat steamed over both of them, the water flooded their bodies, his face was against hers, and she was a little distracted by him.
She loved his young body, handsome face, narrow waist, and jade-like temperament. The two of them had been at odds with each other for a month, and when he came close to her like this, she was really a little... hungry.
Until he ruined the mood.
The one who usually never calls me "sister" actually called me that at this moment.
Mu Wanyao gnashed his teeth and said, "There are people who admire me and love me. I am very beautiful and powerful. You don't need to worry about me!"
Yan Shang grabbed her hand and asked, "Isn't there anyone pursuing me?"
Mu Wan shook her head and stopped smiling, looking at him coldly.
Yan Shang slowed down his tone and said, "We agreed that I only have you and you only have me. You can't be with others, even actors.
"I know princesses are open-minded. But you can't. You provoked me, so you can't abandon me and go back on your word."
Mu Wan raised her eyes and said sarcastically, "Who doesn't keep their word? You're the best? You asked for a month's leave and couldn't get it, and you still have the nerve to ask me for it?"
Standing in the soup, Yan Shang looked at her seriously and said, "If I ask for leave, will you cut off your messy relationships?"
Mu Wanyao immediately frowned: "Are we talking about the same thing? I am doing this for your own good, what are you doing this for?"
Yan Shang: "Why don't you explain that you don't have any messy relationships?"
Mu Wanyao: "If you believe that I am that kind of person, then you are the biggest fool in the world, and you are the easiest to be deceived. You can't fool Yan Erlang with the affairs of the court, so how can you believe these rumors?"
Mu Wan blinked and said, "And Pei Qing, do you remember?"
Yan Shang straightened his jaw: Pei Qing!
Mu Wanyao slowly provoked him: "Didn't you personally send Pei Qing to me at that time? How come you could send her back then, but now you can't stand a few rumors?"
Now when Pei Qing was mentioned, Yan Shang felt so uncomfortable.
He said: "I don't believe in rumors, I just can't judge."
Mu Wanyao was slightly startled.
Yan Shang held her hand. His clothes below the waist were all wet and uncomfortable. Mu Wanyao was impatient to talk to him about those nonsense, but he refused to let her go.
Yan Shang said softly: "Yaoyao, I am the biggest fool in the world. I just can't judge... I can't figure out why you want an actor, why you praise him for his good looks.
"Why don't you praise me? Why don't you stare at me? I think I'm better than an actor, better than Pei Qing, better than Wei Shu, better than Yang Si. What do you think?"
Mu Wan turned around and treaded water, humming: "I don't want to bother with you!"
Yan Shang hugged her waist: "Don't leave, you have to pay attention to me!"
Mu Wanyao was picked up by him and forced to look up at his dark eyes, which seemed to be pleading.
Her heart was moved, she pulled the corner of her mouth, turned her head away and didn't want to say this to him: "You are stupid!"
He held her hand: "I'm not stupid!"
Yan Shang was rarely stubborn: "I have read more books than an actor, I have a better temper than an actor, I am better looking than him, and I am taller than him. I have known you longer than he has. I am a fifth-rank official in the court, with the same position as the prime minister, and he is just an actor.
"I am better than Pei Qing, Wei Shu, and Yang Si. I am better to you than them all! You married me because I am good."
He compared them here and there, and although Mu Wanyao wanted to put on a stern face, she was still moved by his cuteness.
But, ahem, she had to restrain herself. She had to discipline Yan Shang and not be soft on him.
Mu Wanyao suppressed her laughter and said with a lingering look in her eyes, "I didn't marry you because you are nice. I married you because you are easy to bully."
Yan Shang was stunned for a moment, then said, "That's also my good."
Mu Wan blinked and said, "Whatever you say."
He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he whispered, "Yaoyao, I'm sorry."
Mu Wanyao was confused as to why he suddenly said sorry, and she was suddenly picked up by him through her wet clothes. Her legs weakened as she fell down, and she was picked up by Yan Shang.
He held her slender ankles and placed them around his waist.
Mu Wan shook her upper body and was almost flipped over by him, suffocating.
She coughed in fear and hit him on the shoulder: "What are you doing?! You are crazy, crazy!"
He ignored her, lowered his head to her neck, and covered her lips with hers.
His sudden strength made Mu Wanyao resist. She whimpered and refused, and hit him angrily. When he kissed her, she bit him, and his mouth was full of blood, but he didn't let go.
He held her and sat by the pool. Mu Wanyao's eyes turned red from the saliva she choked on, and she turned back to glare at him angrily. He only took off his belt, and his robe was still rubbing in the water like ink spilled. He held her body up with his palm, and Mu Wanyao patted the back of his hand again.
Mu Wan shook her head: "No! I'm still angry with you!"
Yan Shang got angry: "I want it."
Mu Wan raised her neck, feeling emotional and secretly angry. Her face was filled with anger, but it was more like she was acting like a spoiled child than being angry: "You forced me..."
Yan Shang said: "Then hit me."
He said: "That's what I want. It's been a long, long time since we last had..."
Mu Wan leaned on his shoulder. She really wanted to hit him, but when her toes lightly rubbed his waist, the dripping feeling rushed to her and she was submerged as if drowning.
Her hair is as black as ink and her skin is whiter than jade.
His long eyelashes hooked her face and touched her heart like feathers.
Her eyes were red and sparkling.
This is in broad daylight, and this is a confusing matter.
She was so angry with Yan Shang that he dared to force her against her will. What was the difference between Yan Shang, who forced her, and those disgusting men in the world?
She should have rejected him harshly and scolded him harshly.
But Mu Wanyao only scolded at first and stopped later.
Love is like the tide, desire is like a torrent. In front of this, who can be innocent, who can remain indifferent?
—
The clean room was in a mess and the water in the pool was spilling out of the pool.
The water meandered all the way to the dormitory. The wooden clogs made a clacking sound when I stepped on the wet wooden floor, and the water on the ground reflected the hot sun outside the window.
The water is shimmering.
Mu Wan wrapped herself in the quilt and lay on the bed in the dormitory.
The girl's cheeks were glowing with a soft pink glow, her fair shoulders were slightly raised, her inky black hair was spread on the bed, the girl closed her eyes, and exuded a lazy and satisfied charm.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, he was no longer angry or sarcastic.
Comfortable both physically and mentally.
She couldn't help thinking that it made sense to quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed.
The man who was always gentle, occasionally showed some strength. Mu Wanyao admitted in her heart that she was shallow. She actually liked Yan Shang's strength. Love needs such passion.
She didn't feel that she was unsteady at all: if she felt nothing when seeing Yan Shang's body, then this marriage would be meaningless.
Mu Wanyao looked at the young man who looked gentle and elegant after getting out of bed.
It was as if the crazy man had never existed.
Yan Shang sat on the bed, lowering his head and getting dressed, his brows slightly furrowed. He was a gentleman like the breeze and the bright moon, and his noble demeanor had nothing to do with whether he wore clothes or not.
Yan Shang only wore a white shirt, and Mu Wanyao came from behind, hugged his waist, and rubbed her hands inside. Yan Shang couldn't help but blush, but he didn't stop her, letting her fingertips rub him.
He really likes her flirting.
Mu Wan shook her head and gently scolded him, her voice a little hoarse: "How is it?"
The light and shadow moved diagonally, shining on the young man's jade-like face. Yan Shang was very reserved: "What do you mean by 'how'?"
Mu Wan leaned on his shoulder, her jade fingers like bamboo shoots sliding across his cheek: "Believe me, I don't have other men, right? It's all because of the rumors outside that made our Yan Xiaoer lose confidence."
Yan Shang blushed, hesitated for a while and said, "Is it wrong for me to do this?"
In the evening, there was a sound of shaking.
She said, "That's boring. Why do you always have to reflect on yourself afterwards? Just enjoy it. You haven't felt this good in a long time, right?"
She hooked her fingers under his belt and rubbed and rubbed.
Yan Shang couldn't help laughing.
He whispered, "I will ask for leave from my superior today and come back to rest."
Mu Wan raised her eyelids slightly.
Xia Fei's cheeks were bright, she turned her eyes sideways, kissed his face, and said jokingly: "You have to go. I sacrificed my skin, how can you not repay me?"
Yan Shang smiled, but said: "This is not a reward. I know you are doing this for my own good, I just, just..."
Mu Wanyao: "You just like to be busy and like to worry. You don't feel tired at all. If you can do something and help others, you will feel good and feel that it is worth it.
"Yan Xiaoer, do you feel that you like to devote yourself too much to others? Does your life belong to others? Do you have to devote yourself completely to others? This world is not yours, and you are not a god."
Mu Wan shook her head and looked at him: "Don't always give and sacrifice for others. Think more about yourself."
The words are still confusing.
He pursed his lips: "I know...but if I'm not busy with these, what should I do? I don't have anything I like, shake.
"I do these things because I'm needed by others. I'm also good at them. But if I don't do these things, what else can I do? If I stay with you all day, you'll think I'm boring."
He lowered his eyes and said, "I can't play the zither, I can't really appreciate an antique, and I can't tell the difference between the noble and the humble of tea. I can't paint, and I don't understand music.
"I……"
Mu Wan shook indifferently: "I like it."
Yan Shang tilted his head.
Mu Wan tilted her head and looked at him with her curved eyes, which seemed to seduce him, but also seemed to be nonchalant.
"I just want to play with you. It's not the first day you've been like this. Why are you always so nervous in front of me? Why do you always want to be a perfect person? A perfect son, a perfect brother, a perfect official, a perfect lover... You also want to be a perfect husband.
"But Second Brother Yan, I'm not marrying you just for your illusory excellence. You just feel that you must be worthy of me. You must have talents that match mine, a temperament that matches mine, and you must make yourself completely customized for me... I've said many times that I like you the way you are right now.
"You don't have to be so tired. If marrying me is so tiring, I would rather you not marry me."
She hooked her arm around his neck, rested her forehead against his, and said in a seductive voice, "Brother, you said I married you because you treated me well. But you married me because you couldn't leave me."
Mu Wan covered her cheek with her hands and looked at him affectionately: "Second Brother Yan, you don't have to be outstanding in front of me.
“I don’t love you because you’re great.
“I love you because you are Yan Shang.”
Yan Shang was silent for a long time, then said: "...Are you trying to seduce me?"
Mu Wanyao: "..."
Pretend not to hear Yan Shang’s sharp judgment.
She raised her chin, proud and confident. "I just want to make you relax and happy. I really, really want to see you at ease. I want to see you leaning towards me unconsciously when you fall asleep, and I want to see you calling me in a daze when you are sick. I am happy when you get angry with me, and I also like it when you speak loudly to me... because that way you seem to have a temper.
"Do you know how you look at me?"
Yan Shang stared at her with a red face and stroked her soft little cheek with his hand.
The thin light framed his profile. After he relaxed, he smiled and pretended not to understand: "What's that look?"
Mu Wanyao: "You pushed me away and told me not to touch you, but your eyes begged me not to go, and your hands grabbed me and begged me to touch you."
Yan Shang was provoked to laugh: "Nonsense again."
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and whispered, "Yaoyao, can I really not be an excellent me?"
Mu Wan shook her head firmly: "Okay."
Yan Shang: "I never relax..."
Mu Wanyao: "Try it. This time, really try it seriously."
Yan Shang: "Okay, I'll try... Don't despise me."
Mu Wan hugged him and said happily, "It's okay, Brother Yan, just follow me. I'm the best at relaxing, being lazy, and having fun. It doesn't matter if you're clumsy. I just like your clumsy look."
Yan Shang smiled.
He said, "Okay, I'll ask for leave later. Um, I'll ask for... five days, is that okay?"
Mu Wanyao originally wanted to say that five days was too short, but when she thought that this was the first time that Yan Shang, who loved court affairs and wanted to work all day, had taken the initiative to propose it, she should encourage him.
Mu Wanyao quickly nodded and agreed.
Yan Shang smiled somewhat happily.
But Mu Wanyao hesitated again and muttered: "I'd better ask for leave tomorrow."
Yan Shang was puzzled: "Why is this?"
Mu Wanyao said nothing, but hooked her hand around his waist. His body stiffened, and she raised her moist eyes and smiled at him.
She was radiant and her smile was so captivating.
Yan Shang gripped the bed board with his slender fingers, his eyelashes trembling, and turned his face away.
Mu Wan shook her head: "It was so comfortable just now, I want more. Can you still fight?"
Yan Shang: "In broad daylight..."
Mu Wan snorted and squeezed him: "In broad daylight, I asked you to stop just now, but you didn't. Now listen to me, I want Yan Xiaoer, I like Yan Xiaoer."
Yan Shang was speechless.
She opened her innocent face like a cat, stretched out her hand to push him, and pressed him down.
She hadn't pressed him so hard for a long time, and she became particularly excited for a while. Yan Shang had no choice but to lie back under her force, but he held her hand and advised her not to go too far in a trembling voice.
The afternoon light is warm and the room is full of fragrance.
As the sun set, the water on the floor tiles dried up, then quickly became wet again.
Patches of water light, like a swamp after rain, clear and bright, the time is just right.
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