Chapter 29 Is this... a wife throwing herself into my arms? ...
The sounds of people talking, laughing, and chatting mingled with elegant music drifted into the bridal chamber.
As dusk settled, the fiery red clouds slowly faded, replaced by the soft, bright light of the moon.
At first, Wen Lingzheng could sit still, but after sitting for a long time, her back ached and she couldn't help but get up and walk around a couple of times.
Hearing the noise, Yaoguang, who was by the door, waited for a long time but the young lady did not speak. He had no choice but to peek out and ask, disregarding etiquette, "Does the young lady have anything to tell me?"
Seeing Yaoguang speak up, Yuheng quickly followed up by asking, "The snack box is in my hands! Miss hasn't eaten all day, would you like some?"
Wen Lingzheng hadn't thought anything of it before, but now that Yuheng had mentioned it, her appetite was whetted.
She wanted to wait a little longer, but her stomach betrayed her and growled, which was heard by the two maids at the door in the quiet courtyard.
Yuheng opened the door a crack and entered the room with a box of pastries, placing plate after plate of cakes on the table. "Here are five-spice cakes, chestnut cakes, Guanghan cakes... and oh yes, and these peach blossom pastries!"
Smiling even more brightly, Yuheng deliberately pushed the plate of peach blossom pastries closer to Wen Lingzheng, "These peach blossom pastries were brought by the Marquis himself just now, saying that they are the specialty of the head chef's wife in the Marquis's mansion!"
Having barely slept a wink all night, and now having filled her stomach, Wen Lingzheng was suddenly overcome with drowsiness, causing her eyelids to droop incessantly.
Unfortunately, when worries weigh on one's mind, one is unlikely to sleep soundly.
Wen Lingzheng had only dozed off for a short while when she vaguely felt that it seemed much quieter outside. As she turned over, she was jolted awake by the longans scattered all over the bed. She quickly tidied her slightly messy temples.
He looked out the window sleepily again; the moon was already high in the sky.
The time in her memory drew closer little by little. She was clearly experiencing the same scene for the second time, but for some reason she still felt uneasy and her heart was pounding like a drum.
He wanted to distract himself by using something at hand.
Apart from the red silk wine cups and furniture, there was only one exquisitely crafted lacquered and gilded dressing case.
Huh? What's that?
Wen Lingzheng couldn't help but step forward.
On her wedding night in her past life, she was so nervous that she sat upright with a fan in hand, not daring to move. So much so that when she thought back, all she could vaguely remember was the wolfish shadow of that person under the dim candlelight of the warm twilight...
Wen Lingzheng: ...Why did you think of these things...?
She quickly put these random thoughts aside and her gaze gradually settled on the dressing case. In the end, she couldn't resist and reached out to open it.
The dressing case didn't look big, but it contained quite a lot of things.
There is a scroll painting, a white jade gourd, and a walnut carved with a painting.
What does it mean to put these three together?
Wen Lingzheng couldn't figure out the answer. Curiosity drove her to reach out and pick up the items inside to examine them, but her eyes were blurry and she couldn't see the person in the painting at all.
Gourds, walnuts... what are these? We can't eat them...
Before she could finish venting her grievances, she picked up the scroll that took up the largest space and gently unrolled it.
The patterns on the scroll are much clearer than those carved on walnuts and gourds.
At first, she didn't react and was just stunned. But when she saw what was in the painting, her hand felt like it had been pricked by a needle, and she immediately threw the object back into the dressing case.
Wen Lingzheng: --Aa ...
In an instant, Wen Lingzheng felt a rush of blood to her head. She didn't care about cleaning up the messy table and quickly walked back to the bedside, pretending to sit back down quietly.
She tried her best to remain calm, but she was flustered and breathless, and even her eyes were blinking frantically.
Unable to calm her mind, she picked up her fan again to cover her face, trying to appear composed, but the image of that painting kept flashing through her mind, making her face even redder.
These are paintings depicting men and women engaging in sexual intercourse... Who put them here?! Could it be him...? No, no, no... It shouldn't be...
My mind was filled with all sorts of random thoughts, more numerous and denser than bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the vanity case on the table, and the fan in her hand unconsciously moved down slightly, as if she were trying to cover something up.
—Because she only covered the lower half of her face, but not her eyes.
Before she could recover from her shy daze, she was truly "unlucky" when the approaching footsteps were exceptionally clear in the quiet night, startling Wen Lingzheng.
Wen Lingzheng: --Aa ...
She hurriedly got up, the fan in her hand slipping to the side of the bed. Without bothering to pick it up, she rushed to the table and folded the painting scroll, stuffing it into her dressing case. But before she could hide it properly, Pei Lin had already pushed the door open and entered.
Almost without thinking, she rushed to the bedside and quickly stuffed the dressing case under the bed like a thief.
When Pei Lin entered the room, he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed with a strange expression, bent over, and the flower fan covering her face had long since fallen to the side.
"What... are you doing?" Pei Lin walked slowly forward, picked up the round fan that had fallen in the corner, patted it, and then noticed that she was hanging her head and refusing to get up. He couldn't help but wonder, "Is there something under this bed?"
Pei Lin couldn't resist his curiosity and bent down to look under the bed, but unexpectedly, Wen Lingzheng seemed to have eyes in the back of her head and sprang up from the bedside in a flash.
Caught off guard by the girl's sudden attack, Pei Lin didn't have time to think before dropping his fan and raising his hand to steady her.
The girl was slender, like a purple wisteria vine, delicate and beautiful.
Amidst the red silk filling the room, the candlelight flickered gently. He saw the girl look up at him, her bright, clear eyes carrying a hint of shyness. A delicate fragrance seemed to seep into his heart at that moment, following the ends of her hair.
"I, I... I didn't, I didn't mean to! I, I was catching... catching mice! Yes, catching mice!"
Feeling deeply embarrassed, Wen Lingzheng explained guiltily as she tried to let go of his hand and stand up straight. However, unexpectedly, she stepped on the fallen fan—
ah! --
Before she could even utter a cry of surprise, the man had already embraced her tightly once again.
One unexpected shock after another struck Wen Lingzheng, who, despite her thick skin, couldn't help but blush. She felt as if she had lost face for two lifetimes, and unconsciously clenched the jade belt around his waist, refusing to raise her head.
Burying her head in his arms, the cool scent of wine mingled with the crisp aroma of sandalwood, making her face burn even more intensely.
Her thoughts were completely blocked at this moment, and the military strategies she usually spoke fluently suddenly fell apart.
Before she could figure it out, the arms that were wrapped around her waist suddenly pulled away, catching her off guard and pulling her closer to him again, forcing her to look up.
A suppressed chuckle escaped from the corner of his lips as Pei Lin looked down at the girl in his arms with a smile. "Catching mice? My wife, you're really bold... On our wedding night, wouldn't you say this is—throwing yourself into my arms?"
"I, I didn't! I... I didn't mean to!"
Feeling utterly ashamed and furious, Wen Lingzheng couldn't break free from his grasp and could only shake her head desperately, her hand gripping his jade belt tightening...
—Damn it, this is really hard to explain!
"Oh? An accident?" Pei Lin nodded as if to be certain, but his gaze slowly moved down to the jade belt that had slipped off at his feet. "So, this is A-Zheng's—accident!"
The man was clearly acting with malicious intent, yet Wen Lingzheng unknowingly fell for his trick. She felt that even the word "accidentally" was tainted with his unreliable aura, and a strange, tingling sensation crept up her tailbone and spread throughout her body.
"I! I want water!"
Feeling both embarrassed and awkward, Wen Lingzheng struggled for a moment, and the man chuckled and released his grip on her arms.
Blushing, Wen Lingzheng hurriedly took two steps back, her eyes darting around. She had forgotten about needing water and didn't dare to look up and meet his gaze.
Amidst the delicate spring colors, fluttering robes, and the swaying wedding candles, Pei Lin felt that the girl before him was becoming increasingly beautiful and alluring.
For a moment, I couldn't help but wonder which brand of lipstick and rouge the girl was using...
The soft sound of the water carried an inexplicable allure, causing the girl to unconsciously take a step back. Her heart was suddenly stirred, and the more she tried to calm down, the more restless she became.
Pei Lin: "Didn't you want to drink 'water'?"
Suddenly, a cup of acacia blossoms appeared before my eyes, the water rippling on the rim, making the person's well-defined hand even more alluring.
"Ah Zheng, is this... playing hard to get?" Pei Lin chuckled when he saw that she didn't take the cup. He withdrew his hand and put all the "water" in the cup into his mouth.
Wen Lingzheng: "Hey! I haven't..."
Before she could even take the cup, the man raised his arm and was right in front of her, trapping her in a corner by the pillar.
"Pei Jian..."
Panicked, Wen Lingzheng couldn't even finish her few indistinct words before the man leaned close to her and fed her a mouthful of "water".
Before she could react, Wen Lingzheng swallowed the "water" in one gulp.
Why is it...sweet?
Seeing that she had drunk the "water," a triumphant smile appeared on the man's lips. He reached out and wiped away the "water stains" that had accidentally dripped from her lips during her struggle, pretending not to notice, and asked, "Is the water good?"
That was clearly not water! It was the nuptial wine they had shared not long ago!
She involuntarily shrank back again. Although Wen Lingzheng glared at him, her words were still choked with breathlessness, more like a plea for mercy, "Pei Jianwei, don't..."
Suddenly, she felt dizzy again, and she couldn't help but reach out and grab his neck. When she looked up, she caught sight of the smile in his deep black eyes.
Pei Lin: "A-Zheng! Remember, from now on, you must call him 'Master'!"
Even more shy, Wen Lingzheng couldn't help but inwardly berate herself for being so pathetic, but between the opening and closing of her red lips, she finally managed to call out, "My lord..."
"Ah!—" Unable to help but cry out in surprise, Wen Lingzheng had not yet recovered from the embarrassment of opening her mouth when he had already pinned her down.
It's unclear whether that one word, "sir," touched upon his unspeakable secret.
In her panic, she looked up, only to find that even the top of the tent was completely obscured by the man's broad shoulders.
All she could see, besides his bobbing Adam's apple, seemed to be his dark, almost bottomless eyes.
The confused emotions were choked back by the man's forceful, deep kiss. Wen Lingzheng involuntarily closed her eyes, but unexpectedly, as soon as the kiss ended, the man straightened up.
Wen Lingzheng: -- Huh?
Her eyes trembled slightly, and she gently pulled them away. When she saw what Pei Lin was holding, her lips, reddened from being sucked, parted slightly. "No, don't look!"
Before he could finish speaking, the man had already opened the dressing case.
Pei Lin: "A-Zheng...you, you're actually looking at this?"
He couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't give her a chance to explain and pressed himself against her again.
She saw him staring at her, his words serious and unyielding, "A-Zheng, don't close your eyes, and—instead of looking at these things, look at me!"
—Hey! No!
Wen Lingzheng: "Ugh!—"
She couldn't even utter a single word; she gradually lost herself in the sweetness and pain he gave her.
In her panic, her hands, with nowhere else to cling to, could only grip the skin on his back, and along with the red marks that rolled down, were sticky beads of sweat that were indistinguishable from each other.
Spring nights are long and unbearably hot and humid.
The night watchwoman, Granny Zhuang, and several maids prepared water again and again, but they never heard the bell from the inner room. Instead, the only sound, like ripples on a lake, was soft, labored breathing.
Yao Guang and Yu Heng, witnessing this scene for the first time, blushed deeply.
Even the elder Granny Zhuang was embarrassed and blushed. She could only cover her two daughters' ears while comforting herself that this kind of inhuman job probably only happens once in a lifetime.
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