Chapter 10 Chapter 10 "My wife is virtuous, she is never without...
In the early morning, the warm sun shines through the diamond-shaped window and falls all over the ground.
Although Sheng Puzhu was awake, her mind was still confused. She turned over, raised her soft hands to lift a corner of the curtain, glanced silently, and fell back lazily.
It was already bright outside, probably past lunch time.
She slept very deeply.
Whenever she closed her eyes, fragments of memory would flash through her mind from time to time. Afterwards, Xie Zhiyan seemed to have asked her where the medicine was. At that time, she must have almost lost her soul and uttered a few words in a daze. As for what happened later...
What happened later.
Sheng Puzhu took a deep breath, her cheeks were stained with a layer of smoky pink, and her almond-shaped eyes were watery, as if the tears she cried last night had not yet dried. The most difficult thing to describe was the inexplicable sour feeling in her lower abdomen.
A pair of slender, snow-white legs slowly curled up under the gold-woven quilt. Even though she was asleep at that time, her body still remembered his slightly cool fingertips with thin calluses. The touch was too real.
He was still as meticulous as he was the previous two times.
However……
Whenever Sheng Puzhu thought about Xie Zhiyan, such a cold and distant man, with his handsome and open face, doing such embarrassing things for her while she was sleeping.
She felt a tingling sensation on her back, as if her body had hidden those touches deep in her memory. Once she recalled them, her heartbeat and breathing seemed to be out of her body's control.
Xie Zhiyan's cold and strong character can be fully reflected in the matter of respecting family ethics.
Apart from applying the medicine... he still knew how to be gentle.
"Mammy, I'm awake." Sheng Puzhu closed her eyes and urgently interrupted her chaotic thoughts.
She shouted hoarsely outside the tent and tried to sit up, but she couldn't muster any strength in her body. Her lower back was so sore that she couldn't help but wonder if Xie Zhiyan's strength in his hands last night was a revenge for her watching her dance, and he wanted to break her.
I couldn't move at all. The soreness and softness in my bones that he had hit me yesterday seemed to have filled up my body. As soon as I moved, the soreness and softness in my body seemed to be about to burst out.
"Madam, are you awake?" Madam Du lifted the curtain and carefully helped her sit up.
Li Shuang and Naidong were holding toiletries in their hands, and Jinli was holding a cup of hot tea in both hands. Seeing this, several people wanted to surround her, but they could not hide the worry in their eyes.
Sheng Puzhu curled his eyes at the others, took the tea from Jinli's hand and took a sip: "What time is it now?"
Madam Du looked at her with a smile, her eyes full of pity and love: "It was just past noon, and the waiter had already gone to the small kitchen to ask the cook to make some easy-to-digest food for you."
"If you feel very hungry, please eat the bird's nest soup that's been warming in the stove."
Sheng Puzhu shook her head: "Let's wash up first. Ma'am, I want to take a bath later. I sweated a lot last night."
She spoke tactfully, so how could someone of Madam Du's age not understand?
"My lady, why don't you have lunch first and take a bath when you feel better."
"The afternoon weather is hot, so it's a good time to take a bath and relieve fatigue."
"Yeah." Sheng Puzhu half-closed her eyes. Even after a night's sleep, she still looked extremely tired. "I'll listen to Madam."
At this time, it started snowing outside again. Even though there was a ground dragon in the room, Sheng Puzhu still felt cold. She asked someone to put lunch in the warm room, put two cushions under the armchair, and stuffed a soft pillow under her waist.
"If you have no appetite, why not drink some soup?" The waiter brought the four-ingredient soup that had been stewed in the small kitchen early in the morning.
The soup is made from squab, with the bones removed to take only the tenderest meat. Angelica sinensis, Chuanxiong, white peony root, and Rehmannia root are added to the soup, all of which are herbs that replenish blood and nourish qi.
At first glance, a few bright red wolfberries were floating in the milky white soup, and even the oil was skimmed off completely.
Sheng Puzhu has been spoiled since she was a child. She is willing to take a few more glances at anything that has something to do with "beauty". Not only are the maids serving her beautiful, but she also only eats the good-looking food for her three meals a day.
So in the past two years, the cook at Yunyutang has been putting a lot of thought into coming up with new dishes in order to coax her to eat more.
Sure enough, this four-ingredient soup served in a celadon bowl really pleased her.
Sheng Puzhu picked up the spoon and took a sip slowly. The taste of the medicinal herbs was not strong, and the pigeon soup was sweet. The warm soup slid down his throat, finally dispelling the fatigue that had accumulated in his body last night.
"When did my husband leave the house?" Sheng Puzhu picked up a wolfberry with a spoon and bit it with her teeth.
"My dear, you got up just after dawn and left the house at three quarters past midnight."
"Before leaving, I asked Ban Nu to tell Madam Du outside Yunyu Hall that I would not be returning home for dinner as I had a banquet with my comrades today."
"Dinner?" Sheng Puzhu blinked in confusion, the sweet taste of wolfberry melting on her tongue. She didn't think she and Xie Zhiyan were close enough to each other to specifically tell each other their whereabouts.
Knowing her tendency to forget things when drinking, the attendant smiled and reminded her, "This morning, the nanny said that you were definitely going to forget. Today is the first day of the new year, and all the rooms in the mansion eat together with the old lady."
Sheng Puzhu then raised his hand and pressed his brow in annoyance: "I won't drink next time. Even if Princess Duanyang begs me, I won't drink."
The Qingke burst out laughing: "It's almost the end of the year. When that time comes, the girls from each mansion will host a banquet for each other, as well as the girls' younger sisters. The girl won't be able to avoid the wine behind her."
There was a curtain in the warm room and a charcoal basin.
Sheng Puzhu was afraid that the air would be stuffy, so she asked someone to half-open the window outside. The sunlight fell on her fair cheeks, her lips were soaked by the soup, and a large area of snow-white skin was exposed under her slightly raised neck. She was wearing a goose yellow skirt with broken branches and piled flowers. When she sat there, she was a beauty that was picturesque.
After hearing what Qingke said, she felt guilty and could only purse her lips subtly: "If my husband were here, I would ask you to quietly change the drinks. Drunkenness will only cause trouble."
"But I..." She bit the tip of her tongue and quickly swallowed back the words in her heart, 'I can't withstand my husband's methods and strength.'
She hurriedly changed the subject: "It's snowing lightly today, so let's take a flower petal bath later. By then, you'll be smelling great, and it's just right for us to go to Yishou Hall to pay our respects to the old lady."
The Qingke agreed with a smile, and took out some flower dew and ointment, asking Sheng Puzhu to choose the flavor.
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When Sheng Puzhu arrived at Yishou Hall, the eldest wife Qin and the third wife Dou were already there.
Qin sat on the right side of the old lady as usual, smiling and saying something that made the white-haired old lady laugh so hard that tears came out.
"Oh, Puzhu is here." The old lady smiled and waved to Sheng Puzhu.
"Good boy, come here and sit next to your grandmother."
Sheng Puzhu untied his cloak and handed it to the maid, then bowed and sat down on the left side of the old lady.
"It's cold, and my granddaughter-in-law is late."
She walked along and had just finished taking a bath before going out. Her cheeks were flushed as if rouge was applied to magnolia petals, fresh and bright with just the right amount of romance.
The old lady was old, and she liked bright young ladies like Sheng Puju. Besides, the hall was full of elders, so she didn't have to be shy about talking to unmarried young ladies, and she was more bold in her words.
"Good boy, you just came home with your inkstone. Grandmother knows you're busy right now. Even if you don't come, you can send someone to tell her."
"Thank you for your hard work these past few days. I see you have lost a lot of weight."
She patted Sheng Puzhu's hand and lowered her voice: "In a few days, I'll have Madam Jiang stew some nourishing medicine for you and send it over."
"My dear, I believe you haven't had any rest these past few days. Grandmother knows that he must have exhausted you. After all, Zhiyan is at the age of full of blood and energy, so it is naturally difficult to suppress him."
At first, Sheng Puju didn't understand what the old lady meant. When she finally realized the deep meaning behind the old lady's words, it was because even the always talkative eldest lady Qin had become a quail with a stranglehold on her neck.
As for the easy-going and introverted Third Aunt Dou, she lowered her head deeply, holding a handkerchief in her hand, and pressed the corners of her mouth with an extremely unnatural movement.
Sheng Puzhu was originally smiling with her lips pursed, but she blinked blankly and the smile froze on her face.
There was a buzzing sound in my head, and the heat rushed directly from my heart to the top of my head.
ah!
How can I explain this to my elders?
From whom did the old lady get this unreliable gossip?
She couldn't say that she watched her lover dance the Huxuan at Princess Duanyang's mansion yesterday, got drunk, and didn't return home after curfew, so Xie Zhiyan settled the score with her later. It was not the case that she had not gotten out of bed since he returned home.
Not to mention having sex every day, if he came one more time, she would probably be knocked to death on the bed by him.
"Grandma, you..."
Sheng Puzhu's neck flushed like a peach blossom. Before she could finish her words, the old lady interrupted with a smile: "You don't have to explain, we all understand."
"For newlyweds, love is at its peak."
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"Thank you for coming home, the newlyweds must be..." Someone's teasing voice was drowned out by the noisy voices in the Xinghua Tower.
Xie Zhiyan sat upright in front of the wine table, seemingly oblivious to the teasing. He was wearing a dark round-necked robe with dark patterns and a jade belt around his waist. The candlelight reflected on his well-defined face, casting a sharp shadow on his tall nose.
In the elegant room on the top floor of Xinghua Tower, a table of young men, either rich or noble, were sitting. Xie Zhiyan was surrounded by everyone and sat in the main seat.
"Don't say it. I've been a vegetarian for two whole years at Yumen Pass. I've been pestered so much these past few nights... I wish I could stay up till dawn."
"It's killing me."
Most of this group of people were military officers who had returned from Yumen Pass. Some of them had stayed at the border for too long, and naturally they could not change the habits they had developed in recent years, so they seemed to have no scruples when it came to joking.
Xie Zhiyan did not answer, he just listened silently, his thin lips slightly pursed, the light color of his lips stained with wine gave people a feeling of unshakable coldness.
"Why doesn't Master Xie speak?"
"After all, it's not the wedding night since she left home two years ago. The prince's wife is still angry, right?" Someone stood up to pour wine for Xie Zhiyan and asked with a smile.
Xie Zhiyan slowly took a sip of wine, put down the glass, and casually turned the mutton-fat jade ring on his right thumb with his fingertips. This was an action he would do when he wanted to think quietly.
After a long moment, he slowly raised his eyes. His gaze, though not sharp, was as dark as ink. "My wife is virtuous and has never been one to make trouble for no reason."
He was a dignified person by nature, and usually walked in a proper manner. Even at a banquet, he would not say anything inappropriate.
As for what they just said, seven times a night, so tight, ... wishing they could have sex until dawn, he never knew about it.
Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes. Although he seemed unconcerned, he memorized every word.
Seven times was not a difficult task for him, but in terms of physical strength, even if it started from the hour of Xu until dawn, the five hours were too tight and not enough for him to do it seven times.
Fortunately, for things that we don’t understand, there is a way out of the mountain of books and the sea of learning is endless, so diligent study and hard work are inevitable.
If you neglect your wife in disguise because you don't have sex often enough, wouldn't that be violating the strict family rules set by your ancestors?
Fortunately, my wife was considerate and didn't say anything.
He closed his eyes, placed his knuckles on his brow, and lowered his eyes in thought.
As a husband, he should exercise self-discipline and self-reflection, and strictly carry out his duties so as not to bury his wife's hard work.
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