bridal chamber
After saying that, Tan Linshuang pretended to look up at Zhao Mingyan with difficulty, smiled apologetically, then lowered his head and continued coughing.
“Cough cough cough…”
Zhao Mingyan's face darkened slightly.
But she did not hesitate, took off her round-necked shirt, then walked to the table, poured him a cup of hot tea, and patted him on the back.
"Husband, drink some tea and don't cough up your lungs."
Tan Linshuang's face twitched. After thanking him, he took a sip of tea and finally stopped coughing.
He smoothed his chest, frowned and looked at Zhao Mingyan, his face showing guilt, "It's really unfair for you to marry a sickly person like me."
Zhao Mingyan shook her head, "I'm not wronged."
One hand is the betrothal gift and the other hand is the dowry, the money and goods are both settled.
But now I am still short of the betrothal gift. If I don’t make up for it, I will suffer a great loss.
She took the empty teacup from Tan Linshuang's hand and pulled him towards the wedding bed.
Tan Linshuang narrowed his eyes, a dark glint flashing in them. When he spoke, his breath was even weaker, "My lady, I'm afraid it will be difficult for your husband to have sex with you tonight."
"It's nothing serious."
Zhao Mingyan smiled at him.
This was the first time that Tan Linshuang saw her smile sincerely.
Then he also laughed, "If you can't practice the Zhougong ritual, you can still practice the Zhougong ritual."
"I can help you."
Zhao Mingyan reached out and patted his shoulders, smiling more sincerely, "Just lie down, my husband. I will take care of the etiquette of Zhou Gong."
"mother……"
Tan Linshuang was caught off guard and was pushed directly onto the bed by Zhao Mingyan. Like a crab, her limbs were spread out, her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, her legs were bent and spread apart, her clothes were wide open, and her hat was tilted.
You don't even need to look to know how embarrassing, indecent, and disgraceful it is.
But in Zhao Mingyan's opinion, this posture is most suitable for "rabbit sucking posture".
A night of spring is worth a thousand gold, and she couldn't wait to help him undress.
"My wife!"
Tan Linshuang sat up suddenly, hurriedly grabbed her hands, and said weakly while coughing: "I... I really can't do it, please let me go... cough cough cough..."
"Husband, I told you, if you can't do it, I can help you."
Zhao Mingyan smiled gently, but his hands moved quickly, accurately and ruthlessly. He untied his belt and pulled down his pants, and Tan Linshuang suddenly felt a coolness in his lower body.
What a dominatrix!
He rubbed his back teeth and heard Zhao Mingyan's laughter mixed with surprise and teasing. He frowned and looked up, only to see her staring at the part he had tried so hard to protect without blinking, with curiosity mixed with ignorance and a bit of novelty.
"My dear husband, although you are weak, you have a strong foundation."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Tan Linshuang was so angry that he wanted to divorce his wife on the spot.
"As the saying goes, good roots go hand in hand with good soil. We will surely have many descendants."
The next time she opened her mouth, Tan Linshuang directly wanted Zhao Mingyan to remain a widow tonight.
"Husband, rolling your eyes is too tiring. Close your eyes now. I will leave the consummation of our marriage to you, your wife."
Zhao Mingyan smiled and stretched out her right hand to close Tan Linshuang's eyes. She pushed him gently and waited for him to lie down again. Then she lifted the hem of her skirt and untied the ribbon on her trousers. The moment her trousers hit the ground, she knelt on both sides of Tan Linshuang's legs and sat down with her eyes closed.
The candlelight flickered, and a shy blush finally appeared on her face.
The warmth hit her, and Tan Linshuang shuddered, reaching out and lifting her buttocks.
The feel... is as smooth and bouncy as a freshly boiled and peeled egg... cough!
He immediately shook off the sudden thought and said sternly, "My lady, you can't do that!"
Zhao Mingyan frowned, opened her eyes, and looked down, "Why not? Isn't my husband still willing to accept your favor?"
Tan Linshuang took a deep breath and cursed herself for being so useless.
Then, he pretended to be calm and explained to her: "My lady, this is your first time experiencing sex. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself."
Zhao Mingyan nodded, "I've already known the pain of losing my virginity."
"But there are different kinds of pain. Being bitten by a mosquito or fly is painful, and being torn apart by five horses is also painful." Tan Linshuang lied calmly.
Zhao Mingyan blinked. "Then, my dear, what kind of pain is it to lose your virginity?"
How would I know!
Tan Linshuang secretly complained.
He continued to lie calmly, "My dear, look at that watermelon. If you drop it lightly, it will only crack a little, but if you hit it hard, it will break into pieces."
Zhao Mingyan blinked again.
Seeing that she seemed to understand, Tan Linshuang asked, "Madam, do you want to be 'split into pieces'?"
Zhao Mingyan shook her head and then got out of bed.
Tan Linshuang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put on his pants while she got out of bed and turned around.
Grandma really found me a good wife!
"Husband, look."
Just as Tan Linshuang changed to a normal sleeping position and lay down again, Zhao Mingyan suddenly came close and handed the "Su Nu Miao Lun" to him, "The man lies on his back on the bed, and the woman straddles the man's thighs... I did exactly what was written in the book..."
"My wife!"
Tan Linshuang interrupted her with a red face.
"This book is based on the conversation between Huangdi and Su Nu. It is actually an introduction to sexual intercourse for men and is not suitable for women."
"Furthermore, this book is compiled from texts extracted from the Su Nu Jing and Dong Xuan Zi. There are too many mixtures, and I am afraid that it contains the subjective imagination of the compiler. It is not suitable for reference."
Hearing this, Zhao Mingyan frowned.
Seeing this, Tan Linshuang took the book from her hand and placed it beside her pillow, saying, "Reading the wrong book is more harmful than reading too little."
"My lady, don't be impatient when it comes to consummating your marriage. You should proceed step by step."
He pulled the mandarin duck quilt over her and moved inwards. He then patted the empty seat beside him and forced a weak smile towards Zhao Mingyan. He said considerately, "My lady, it's getting late and you've been tired all day. Go to bed and have some rest."
Zhao Mingyan glanced at the quilt wrapped tightly around him, her eyes dim.
Gradual progress? You probably don't want to come in!
You don't want to be a father, but I want to be a mother.
Zhao Mingyan hardened her heart, suddenly pressed him down, and kissed his thin lips.
Seeing the red lips approaching, Tan Linshuang hurriedly turned his head away, "Ahem... Madam, you're pressing on me so hard that I can't breathe... I... I want to drink some water..."
Zhao Mingyan's lips stopped just above his left cheek.
Her eyes grew darker.
Staring at Tan Linshuang's red cheeks from coughing, Zhao Mingyan held his breath and got up to pour him a cup of hot tea.
"Thank you, my lady."
Tan Linshuang weakly propped herself up, took the teacup, and sipped it in small sips. Zhao Mingyan stood by the bed, watching the tea slowly decrease as if feeding ants...
The red candle is half burned.
Zhao Mingyan was sleepy.
“Haha…”
Tan Linshuang yawned, handed her the empty teacup, smiled apologetically, and turned over to lie on his side.
Listening to his shallow breathing, Zhao Mingyan reluctantly put away the teacup, prepared to blow out the red candle and undress to go to bed.
But looking at the flames that were still burning brightly, she felt even more unwilling.
How could a Shu woman give up so easily?
She lit two more red candles, and with the blazing flames, she was like a soldier, shouldering the mission of the Zhao family's incense. Step by step, she came to the bed, took off all her clothes, lay down beside Tan Linshuang, and put her arms around him.
"Husband?" she called softly.
Tan Linshuang did not respond.
Only the candlelight flickered, as if cheering her up.
Her hand moved downwards, recalling what was written in the book. She stretched out her wrist and opened her palm, grasping the sleeping man's jade mallet and turning it...
Tan Linshuang, who was taking a nap, was startled and suddenly let out a loud cough. His back arched and Zhao Mingyan was pushed off the bed by an invisible force.
She stared in astonishment, and before she fell like a winter melon on the ground, she flipped in the air and landed on her butt.
The body bounced and then sat firmly.
But her chest under her mandarin duck bellyband was still heaving violently, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Just now... was that internal energy?
She has been practicing martial arts since she was young, but due to her impatient temperament, her internal strength has never been as good as she would like, and she is far from reaching the level of chasing a cicada in eight steps.
However, the invisible force before had obviously surpassed this level.
How could that be possible? Tan Linshuang's hands were warm but weak, not like those of someone who had practiced martial arts.
Could it be that... he just let out a fart that he had been holding in for a long time?
Zhao Mingyan sniffed and smelled only bursts of spiritual fragrance.
Then, she crossed her legs and stared at Tan Linshuang, who was lying motionless on the bed, her eyes gradually becoming sinister.
How many steps are there to murder a husband?
Suddenly, a fictional story she had read not long ago came to her mind. It was about a wife killing her husband.
The book says: First poison him, and when that fails, smother him with a pillow.
However, given Tan Linshuang's weak physique, the former can be omitted.
Her eyes flickered and gradually became sharper.
After standing up swiftly, she went back to the bed, looked at Tan Linshuang who was already fast asleep, and picked up another pillow.
Ceramic pillows are no longer popular nowadays. Rich families mostly use silk pillows. The weaving skills at that time were exquisite, the fabric texture was beautiful, soft and comfortable, and when pressed against the mouth and nose, there was no gap left, making it suitable for both sleeping and killing.
She slowly lifted up the red pillow embroidered with mandarin ducks, her movements gentle and gentle.
The figure reflected on the inner wall was like a plump rabbit, which shook and then disappeared.
When he reappeared, the pillow and she were at the foot of the bed.
The mandarin duck quilt was lifted and covered again and again, and she lay down facing outward with the pillow as her head rested on it.
The candlelight dimmed a little.
Tan Linshuang's eyelids moved.
Has it died down?
He held his breath and pricked up his ears, and found that Zhao Mingyan was indeed no longer moving, and even her breathing had become much smoother.
Oh!
The first effort is full of energy, the second weakens and the third is completely exhausted. The ancients were right.
My lady, just relax and enjoy your life!
However, Zhao Mingyan had no way of meeting Zhou Gong yet. Her thoughts were racing at the moment, and she was trying hard to recall the methods of stirring up trouble in "The Wonderful Theory of Su Nu".
But after searching for a long time, I suddenly realized that what Tan Linshuang said was right. This book is for men to read, and most of the content is about teaching men how to make women "satisfied".
As for how to make a man "stand tall"...
Zhao Mingyan bent her legs backward, moved her flexible toes, and inserted her seven-inch golden lotus into Tan Linshuang's trouser legs.
Tan Linshuang opened her eyes immediately.
What does she want to do?
A tingling sensation spread up from the back of my calf, as if a caterpillar was crawling up.
He frowned and endured it again and again.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and said suddenly: "My wife, you should cut your toenails!"
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