Chapter 27 You've Fallen in Love He straightened her wet hair and gave her...
At dusk, the parched earth gave off a scorching smell. Lin Meizhu felt a wave of heat wash over her face as she stepped outside. Even her eyes felt as if they were covered in paste. She took two steps and felt as light as if she were stepping on cotton.
Qing'er reminded her: "Girl, the door is on the other side."
Lin Meizhu replied vaguely, "Change your clothes before leaving."
Qing'er thought so too, so she sent the man back to the room and went out to order someone to prepare a hangover soup.
Lin Meiju didn't want to care at first. After washing up, she was drunk and really forgot that there was someone waiting outside the door.
The west window was low, revealing a distant stream reflecting the stars and the moon. The gurgling of spring water intertwined with the rustling of insects. Lin Meizhu gazed at the brilliant starry sky, gradually lost in thought.
In front of the Taoist temple, under the Yue Lao tree.
The night was getting darker, but he still found the mark he had left on the tree at a glance.
Over the past decade, the half-circle scar left by the chopping had grown into a dark brown, horseshoe-like scar, its edges slightly raised and a little rough. He remembered that he had clearly used all his strength at the time, but looking back now, it seemed like just scratching an itch.
By then, Li Jieyi had moved out of the palace two years earlier and had even built a separate courtyard behind the Taoist temple. Rumors circulated that a man frequently visited the courtyard, possibly the eldest princess's lover. Others speculated that the eldest princess and the Prince of Dingbei were about to divorce. Shen Changfeng was anxious, trying every possible way to please Li Jieyi. But no matter what he did, Li Jieyi seemed unimpressed. Once, during a disagreement between her and Shen Zhongda, he heard her say, "I hate myself for keeping him."
He knew exactly who the 'he' she was talking about was. He didn't know what he had done wrong. Hearing that the Zhuangyuan Tree in front of the Taoist temple would grant any wish, Shen Changfeng found a basket of red silk, gripped the handle with his teeth, climbed to the top of the tree, and tied the red silk one by one, silently praying with each one to make himself more obedient, smarter, and more lovable.
Then he saw two names on a tree trunk, one of which was Song Jiusi.
He began to frantically investigate everything about the man named Song Jiusi, and then discovered the buried and shocking stories between them.
From then on, Song Jiusi became Shen Changfeng's enemy whom he had never met.
He questioned Li Jieyi: "Why did you marry Shen Zhongda if you didn't love him? Why did you give birth to me if you didn't want me?"
Li Jieyi didn't give a perfunctory answer just because he was a teenager. She said frankly, "For me, if I can't marry the person I want to marry, it doesn't matter who I marry."
"As for you, it was just an accident."
Shen Changfeng has since embarked on a rebellious path. It's hard to be a good boy, but it only takes one night to become a dandy fool.
But no matter how he made a fuss, Li Jieyi just watched coldly, and the only one who cleaned up his mess was always the hot-tempered Shen Zhongda.
Once when he was drunk, Shen Changfeng rushed to the Taoist temple with an axe and wanted to cut down the annoying top scholar tree.
His hands were rubbed raw, and every time he swung the axe, his flesh was torn and hurt. Finally, when he was about to lose all his strength, Li Jieyi appeared.
She sat on horseback, wearing a black and red riding suit, her long hair tied up high, her back straight, her calves slender and powerful as they gripped the horse's belly. Despite being dusty and exhausted, she still looked indescribably neat and dashing.
Li Jieyi was indifferent to his actions and continued riding forward.
Shen Changfeng went crazy and yelled at her: "If you miss him so much, why don't you just die!"
The Fengling Guards around him all changed color and wished they could bury him on the spot.
He had thought that Li Jieyi, someone so proud and strong-willed, would definitely hit him or beat him up for his nonsense, or at least scold him, which would be better than ignoring him. But she just smiled helplessly and self-deprecatingly: "You're right, I should have died long ago."
She was like a rapidly withering, decaying flower, instantly devoid of life. Her back remained perfectly straight, stubbornly piercing the sky like all poplar trees, but her steps were so heavy that one wondered if the tree would collapse at any moment. The poplar forest opened its arms, embracing her desolation and loneliness in darkness, leaving him bewildered and helpless.
Shen Changfeng hated the smell of the poplar forest. The faint smell of iron beneath the yellow sand was very similar to the smell of him bleeding profusely while tied to a tree trunk.
After knowing that he had spoken rudely, Shen Zhongda came with a long whip.
Shen Changfeng was not afraid at all. He knew that Shen Zhongda was reluctant to beat him to death. It was not because he was reluctant to kill him, but because he knew that his father was reluctant to sever this only connection with Li Jieyi. If he died, Shen Zhongda would really be left without a wife.
Perhaps it was Shen Changfeng's expression that made him look so provocative that Shen Zhongda's eyes went red with anger, and he gradually lost control of his attack. Concubine Liu, looking at the unconscious Shen Changfeng and the out-of-control Shen Zhongda, knelt in front of the villa with her big belly for half the night, begging Li Jieyi to intervene.
She cried and said, "Mr. Song likes cleanliness. Please don't let the blood stain his land."
Afterwards, Shen Changfeng was fortunate enough to be invited into the other courtyard.
The last words Shen Zhongda said to him that day were: "Your mother has suffered enough in her life, don't make her sad anymore."
Shen Zhongda looked even more tired, painful, and uncomfortable than the one being tortured. It was the only time that he shed tears in front of him.
When Shen Changfeng swore never to set foot in Baiyanglin again, he didn't expect that breaking the vow would be so easy, just because he wanted to go home with her.
When I pushed open the wooden door of the wing room, the chirping of insects in the yard stopped for a moment.
As dusk deepened, the summer heat dissipated, replaced by the refreshing breeze unique to the night. The beauty lay on her side, chin propped up, by the window in front of the toilet, her slightly damp hair cascading down to the ebony couch, brushing against the back of his hand.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes, then gently touched her temples, which smelled of the faint scent of jasmine.
He heard her mumbling to herself, and following her gaze, he saw that she was probably counting stars.
Shen Changfeng brushed a strand of wet hair behind her ear, his fingertips moving freely across the pink and white earlobe, and his thumb finally stopped behind the ear cavity, which was a very convenient action for her to look up.
He heard the sound of her heart beating right above his chest, thump thump, as if they were echoing each other. He looked at her sleeping face in the bright moonlight. Her face was flushed and there was a hint of smile on the corner of her mouth.
Shen Changfeng gently caressed her dimples, and suddenly wanted to know what she was thinking about. Would he appear in her dreams?
As if she had heard his thoughts, Lin Meiju suddenly gently held his thumb, and the warmth from her palm rippled into his heart.
It could have burned itself without fire, but now it's just adding fuel to the fire.
Shen Changfeng exerted a little force, turned her face back a little, and kissed her lips hard.
Lin Meizhu's dream was interrupted by the sudden warmth of Dayue Tuigen. When she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Changfeng's kiss coming down on her.
She reached out to push him, "Heat rash, heat rash, you have heat rash on your body."
Shen Changfeng rubbed her earlobe with his fingertips and gently licked the slit of her mouth. "Yeah, prickly heat, it will be transmitted to me, not to others." He bit her tongue lightly as a punishment, and then stopped her from leaving. "Right?"
Lin Meizhu knew she couldn't hide it, so she didn't argue. She was struggling to breathe, so she pushed up her only free hip, trying to push the person away.
Shen Changfeng curled the corner of his mouth and took hold of her nipples.
Her neck was held firmly upwards, and Shen Changfeng held half of her face with his other hand, kissing her deeply, as if to vent all his dissatisfaction with her indifference over the past two days. "When will Madam return home?"
He felt a little unbalanced again. What else did she want? He had struggled for so long and finally swallowed his pride to come pick her up, but what about her? She hadn't even packed her bags. How abominable.
"Why isn't your wife talking?"
Lin Meiju had no chance to reply at all. It was already difficult for her to find a chance to breathe in the gap. Hearing such a question, the anger in her heart surged and she bit his lip.
But Shen Changfeng's subconscious reaction was not to retreat. He rolled the fishy taste from his mouth deep into her throat. This aggressiveness made him even more unbearable. He put her hand on his neck, hugged her tightly, and murmured: "Madam...Madam..."
The word "Madam" is so sentimental and touching. When you first chew it, it has the sour taste of a respectful title, but as it melts in your mouth, the tip of your tongue and the gaps between your teeth are filled with sweetness.
Madam, madam, it's my madam.
Shen Changfeng's tall nose rubbed the skin where her jaw and neck met, and the hot breath rushed from her heart to her ears, causing her to arch her spine.
He reached out his hand to smooth the wet hair on her forehead, giving her time to calm down.
"Your Highness, please go back first. I will stay here for a few more days."
Shen Changfeng thought, she is really more ruthless than some men, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Why?"
"The flood in Henan Province is severe, the people are displaced, and the dead are starving everywhere. I want to pray for them here."
"You can pray in the palace as well." Shen Changfeng directly exposed her excuse, "Did you misunderstand something?"
He was referring to the conversation he had with Su Qinxue that day. He had a hunch that she was jealous. He had originally thought there was no need to explain this matter, but seeing that she seemed to be really angry this time, he said a few more words: "She is my brother's wife. According to seniority, I should call her sister-in-law."
"Your Highness is overthinking it. There is no other reason."
Shen Changfeng looked at her steadily. Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking and her attitude was very firm, he couldn't help but get a little angry. He used a little force and said through gritted teeth: "After the festival, everyone else has dispersed. Won't you be bored staying by yourself?"
"Won't."
"Don't you want someone to accompany you?"
"In no mood."
Shen Changfeng stepped back slightly and glanced down.
"You're lying. You clearly want to."
Lin Meiju was so angry that her face turned red. She tortured him back and forth, but this man wouldn't let her go. She was also holding back a lot of anger in her heart, and she gritted her teeth and refused to say a word of surrender.
At midnight, the weather became hot and humid again.
Shen Changfeng was also sweating profusely and decided to change his strategy: "Someone sent you a message."
He felt that the person in front of him seemed to be stunned for a moment, and looked up at him.
Shen Changfeng led her towards him naturally, and said lightly: "She is your old lover."
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