Chapter 88: Forcefully kissing my mother-in-law, he bullies me!
The Ji Su Garden was ablaze with colorful embroidery. Madam Xie and Ji Caibing were gathered in the first courtyard, discussing how to hang a red silk flower in the center of the hip roof on the second floor of the library.
"It's beautiful, but it's too dangerous. Today is a good day, and if someone accidentally falls, it will ruin the beauty."
"If only my third son were here, he could jump up easily." Mrs. Xie said slowly.
Xie Xuanlan was hiding in a tree. When he heard this, he almost laughed out loud.
Why, Jiang Congying is getting married, and he has to come and do odd jobs? Why not ask him to set up a stage and perform a dance to cheer up the new bride?
Mrs. Xie finally decided to hang the red silk flower above the door on the first floor of the study. She asked two servants to climb the wooden ladder and it was hung up in a short while.
Xie Xuanlan looked at the red silk flower with a gloomy look, and when no one was paying attention, he threw a stone, and with a "whoosh" sound, it knocked it down.
"Why did the flower fall off?" someone went to check. "Oh, the wooden hook is broken. It's hard to hang it now..."
Xie Xuanlan sneered, turned around and left, heading straight for the backyard.
The sky was still dark, and the mist was a crab-shell blue.
In Ying's living yard, the osmanthus flowers were in full bloom, with golden stamens and green leaves dripping with dew. When the corner of her clothes brushed past, it brought with it a faint, cool fragrance.
Two maids were picking and trimming branches to place on the bride's dressing table. The more agile one stepped on a stool, reached over, and grabbed a dense clump of branches, repeatedly asking, "What do you think of this one? I can't hold on any longer!"
When I looked back, the other person was gone.
The maid climbed down from the stool in confusion and looked around, calling out the name. Suddenly, she saw another person lying not far away, as if asleep. She ran over and asked, "What are you doing—"
Then I felt pain in the back of my neck and lost consciousness.
Xie Xuanlan put the two knocked down maids together, took the newly cut branches from them, stood up and looked back, and saw Zi Su standing not far away, holding a red lacquered wooden basin, staring at the scene in amazement.
Xie Xuanlan frowned and said to her, "Are you going to faint by yourself, or do you want me to help you faint? I will be more ruthless."
Zi Su was in a panic, thinking that it was not time to pick up the bride yet, and the bride had not even had her face rubbed yet, so how did the groom sneak in?
She knew she was no match for her opponent, so she quickly said, "No need to fight, no need to fight. Third Young Master, since you're so anxious, just give me some money."
Is it too much for her to ask for a profit from opening the door?
"Reward?" Xie Xuanlan was confused. "How much do you want?"
Zi Su held out a palm, and the lion said loudly: "Five taels of silver."
Xie Xuanlan felt around and found no silver, only a key. He tossed it to Zi Su, "This is the key to my courtyard's private vault. There are at least two hundred taels in it. Since you're so sensible, take whatever you want."
Zi Su's eyes lit up: "Don't worry, Third Young Master, go ahead. I'll stop the people coming from behind for you!"
Xie Xuanlan also nodded with satisfaction, thinking that it was rare to find such loyal subordinates.
He held the freshly cut osmanthus flowers in one hand and the mahogany basin of perilla in the other, walked towards the bride's house, gently pushed open the door, and locked it with a "click" behind his backhand.
I heard a sound from the firefly and thought it was Shiso.
She was choosing lipstick, a little undecided: "Pomegranate red is brighter in color, plum red has a stronger fragrance, and perilla, which one do you think I should choose?"
The beaded curtain swayed slightly, and the person behind him approached slowly, but no answer was heard.
Cong Ying was about to turn her head in confusion when suddenly a hand reached out from behind her, stroked her slender neck, and covered her mouth from behind the moment she screamed in surprise.
Xie Xuanlan's face was reflected in the bronze mirror.
The morning mist had soaked his temples so that they were black, but his face looked as pale as cold jade. His dark pupils were like thick ink deliberately applied to rice paper, and he stared at her with an interested smile.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Don't shout. I'll help you choose, okay?"
He slowly let go of Congying, picked up the lip balm box on the dressing table, applied some lip balm on her lips, then lifted Congying's chin and spread the lip balm evenly on her lips with his fingertips, carefully rubbing off the lip balm that had been applied.
He looked around and suddenly smiled: "This color really suits you. If you are happy today, any color will suit you."
Cong Ying looked at him quietly: "You said it so righteously, I thought you wouldn't come."
"High-sounding?" Xie Xuanlan smiled. "Aying, I was truly doing that for your own good. I sacrificed a sinner like me to help a pair of mandarin ducks that love each other. You'll hardly find an ex-husband as magnanimous as me."
"But...you should also give me some dignity."
He looked at her with his eyes lowered, his gaze combed by his long raven-feather eyelashes, and his smile was gentle and affectionate.
But from the firefly, one could tell that he was not happy, vaguely, and even felt that he was going crazy.
As expected, he said, "You shouldn't marry someone else under my nose. You should wait until I'm gone. No, wait until I'm dead. Otherwise, it will be hard for me to control myself. If I get drunk one day and run back to Yunjing from the northwest to kill him, it will only take three days and two nights."
After waiting for a long time, Cong Ying heard nothing but nonsense like this. He was so angry that he shouted in a trembling voice, "Get out of here!"
Then he would stand up and call for someone to drive him out: "Come here——"
Before she could finish her words, she was pushed back into the rose chair, and then a cool and soft touch was pressed against her lips.
Xie Xuanlan stopped her from speaking, locked her wrists behind her neck with one hand, and gently bent one leg to hold her back and prevent her from kicking.
The cool touch lingered lightly on her lips. At first, he just kissed her tenderly and lovingly, but when Ying bit her teeth and refused to cooperate, her twisting and turning made his body and mind burn with anger, the scene in the alley that day appeared in front of him again. She hugged King Jin's neck and responded to his kiss, which seemed very obedient.
Xie Xuanlan sneered lightly.
He bent his knees and squeezed directly between Ying Shuang's [Moon Retreat]. With his other hand, he held the back of her neck and pressed forward with gentle but irresistible force.
The lips and teeth moved down again, but it was an impatient, brutal and thorough plunder.
Her teeth were pried open, her breath was taken away, her lungs were filled with his breath, tearing and colliding with her and wrapping her up.
It was as if a fire had fallen from the snowy mountains, the pine snow was burning with crackling sounds, and the cold fragrance turned into a scorching hot fog, completely occupying her five senses.
It was like drowning in water, and his occasional breaths were her driftwood. Just as she gained a bit of freedom, he would entangle her forcefully again and drag her back into the water like a water ghost.
He became more and more presumptuous, and Cong Ying could no longer bear it.
She just couldn't resist or speak, her eyes were sore and red, she blinked hard, a few tears rolled down, slowly dripping onto the tip of his tongue.
Xie Xuanlan raised his eyelids and glanced at her.
While staring into her eyes, he slowly reduced his strength, from deep to shallow, until it was just a light touch, and then he slowly let her go.
From Ying's lips, trembling slightly, a little red was already on the verge of breaking.
Xie Xuanlan rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, and said with a hint of malicious pride: "Was this the pomegranate red just now? It tastes good. How about trying the plum red?"
Cong Ying slapped him in the face.
Xie Xuanlan didn't want to hide, and even deliberately raised his chin slightly to teach her to hit more accurately.
Zong Ying hesitated for a moment, and when she was about to slap him, she tilted her hand, so the slap didn't land firmly, but instead hit him along his jaw and on the side of his neck.
Xie Xuanlan stroked the side of his neck and sighed softly, "Your behavior makes me feel that you still have feelings for me."
"But a person only has one heart, how can it be divided between two people, unless one of them dies. Ah Ying, who do you think will die first, that sickly person or me?"
Cong Ying glared at him in a vexed and angry manner, and said coldly, "Did you come here today just to ridicule me?"
"Of course not."
Xie Xuanlan picked up another lip balm on the dressing table, dipped some in it, squatted down, and carefully applied it on her lips.
Her lips were very moist at this moment, quickly soaked with the plum-red lip balm, and trembling, as if she was holding a ripe, sweet-smelling plum in her mouth.
Xie Xuanlan recalled the feeling just now, his eyes darkened, and the hand on her face tightened unconsciously.
Seeing her frown, he sighed and let go, gently whispering to her: "Aying, if you marry like this, I really can't control what I will do. Maybe if I push you too hard, I'll kidnap you and take you to the northwest. Who knows."
Zong Ying was so angry that she took off the gold hairpin on her head and threw it hard on the dressing table: "Okay, I won't marry you!"
She pushed him away abruptly, stood up, and pushed aside the beaded curtain to walk out. After two steps, she turned back angrily: "How do you know I don't want to go to the northwest with you? I have hands and feet, why should I let you tie me up and go?"
Xie Xuanlan suddenly raised his eyes, hesitating as if in disbelief: "What did you say? Are you saying you are willing..."
Cong Ying sneered at him coldly, "You were willing at first, but now you're not willing. You're a hypocritical hypocrite! You're such a fickle villain!"
Xie Xuanlan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and then began to beat wildly. He quickly stepped forward to stop her: "Aying...Aying!"
Cong Ying quickly opened the door and walked into the courtyard, where she ran into Madam Xie with a group of women coming to help her with her makeup. Seeing her running out with red eyes and disheveled clothes, she was stunned: "What happened?"
Cong Ying threw herself into Madam Xie's arms, sobbing aggrievedly, "Mother-in-law, he bullied me..."
Xie Xuanlan, who was chasing after him, was also stunned.
She called her mother-in-law, not her stepmother...
What's going on?
Xie Xuanlan's eyes swept across the faces of the maids, and suddenly he felt something strange: why were they all familiar faces from the Xie Mansion, and there was not a single person from the Prince of Jin's Mansion?
The cool breeze blew gently on his face, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and a bold guess slowly emerged.
But before he could figure it out, Madam Xie picked up a feather duster and hit him hard, slapping him with it. As she did so, she cursed, "Why did I raise a bastard like you? You set off fireworks behind the door—it's too late. You're being a hooligan on such a happy occasion. Do you have any shame?"
Xie Xuanlan's heart was pounding: "Wait, Mom, whose wedding day is this..."
Madam Xie sneered, "You don't know? Then why are you here to join in the fun, to drink in the wedding?"
Xie Xuanlan didn't dare to tell the truth, so he turned to look at Congying, but Congying had her back to him and was pressing her eyes, ignoring him.
At this time, Zi Su came up with two young maids who were dizzy from being knocked around. They respectfully presented the private key to Madam Xie and stabbed him in the back: "This is the interest that the Third Young Master bribed us to open the door. I just thought he was here to talk to the bride, but who knew he had the guts to make her cry. So we can't accept this interest. Later, we have to block the door again to support the bride and vent her anger."
Xie Xuanlan: ...
Okay, okay, he would take back what he said about Zi Su being a loyal servant.
Madam Xie held the key and sneered at Xie Xuanlan, "The evidence is right here, and you still dare to pretend it's all in your sleep and play dumb with me?"
She ordered the maids, "Take the groom out and give him a beating first—remember not to hit him in the face—and then tell him to go change his clothes!"
The maids rushed forward aggressively, urging Xie Xuanlan to go out. Xie Xuanlan felt dizzy and light-headed. He had already stepped out of the door but turned back, pushed everyone aside and rushed to Cong Ying, hugging her tightly with trembling body.
"You're not lying to me this time...right?" His voice trembled slightly, full of expectation and pleading.
Cong Ying hummed a low, almost annoyed groan and called out to Madam Xie, "Mother-in-law, look at him!"
Before Madam Xie could strike him with a feather duster, Xie Xuanlan twisted his body and quickly fled out the door. He then came back with a face that deserved a slap, and said with a beaming expression, "Aying! Wait until tonight—no, I'll come and marry you in a moment!"
Then he escaped reluctantly.
It was only then that the sky brightened up in Jisu Garden, and the red silk hangings and window decorations were seen everywhere, creating a joyous scene.
Xie Xuanlan felt like there were nails stuck in his feet. He kept pacing back and forth, thinking about the various clues of the past few days. Sometimes he raised his eyebrows in sudden realization, and sometimes he felt ashamed.
After a while, I thought happily: She is really plotting against me.
After a while, I became worried: Should I really take her to the northwest? What will happen in the future?
Several servants hammered nails into the door on the first floor of the library, ready to climb the wooden ladder to hang the red silk flower. Xie Xuanlan went to take the flower and said, "My son-in-law, come here."
He walked to the wall and stretched his ankles. Before I could see how he used the force, I saw him leap up and land on the eaves of the first floor with the red silk flower in his arms. Where his feet landed, the tiles made only a slight crackling sound.
Everyone below shouted "good".
Then he turned backwards, his robe sleeves spread out like crane wings in the breeze, drawing a dragon-like arc in the air. He reached out and grabbed the brackets on the second floor, swung slightly, and landed on the eaves of the second floor.
There was another cheer from below.
Xie Xuanlan knelt down on one knee and tied the red silk flower firmly to the center of the hip roof. Then he shouted to the people below, "Throw a few more up and hang them wherever they are high. This son-in-law is in a good mood today and wants to cheer up the new bride!"
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked back at Ying's yard, and saw that the window on the other side of the dressing table was closed with a bang.
He stood up triumphantly and was about to shout something when he suddenly felt dizzy, his feet slipped, and he fell straight down from the roof several meters high as if he had lost consciousness.
A scream came from downstairs, which suddenly woke him up. He reached out to grab the bracket and landed on the ground with his feet, escaping danger.
Everyone rushed over to show their concern, but Xie Xuanlan smiled and waved his hands, "It's okay, I was just trying to scare you."
After everyone left, the smile on his face slowly faded.
For some reason, he always felt a little weird lately. He would lose consciousness for a moment or two, as if someone was fighting in his head.
Did he really drink too much?
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