Chapter 113 Chapter 113 [Supplement] What did she just say...
At night, Sheng Puzhu suffered from insomnia, a rare occurrence.
The identity of Prince An's son, Xiao Xuan'an, was even more exciting than the stories in the storybooks, and as a result, she couldn't sleep.
When Sheng Puzhu turned over for the fifth time, Xie Zhiyan's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Can't sleep?"
Sheng Puzhu did not respond, but buried her face in the soft pillow, agreeing with his guess.
"In that case..." Xie Zhiyan chuckled softly, and slowly moved his palm down, with a burning temperature, through the thin nightgown, it landed on her slender waist, pressing it lightly.
The palms of his hands, which had been practicing martial arts for many years, had thin calluses, which rubbed against Sheng Puzhu's soft clothes, causing a slight tremor.
"I can sleep." Sheng Puzhu bit her lip, and the ending tone was as soft as floating clouds.
"Really?" Xie Zhiyan was not in a hurry, rubbing his knuckles occasionally.
After a long moment, the man's hot breath brushed against Sheng Puzhu's sensitive earlobe, which had already become hot. His voice was deep, and his thin, sexy lips were almost touching her ear: "The night is long, and it's useless to endure it... Perhaps Madam needs... to tire herself out before she can sleep well."
Sheng Puzhu's breathing suddenly quickened, her cheeks flushed, her almond-shaped eyes watery. She glared at him angrily and said weakly, "Don't...talk nonsense."
"Isn't that nonsense?"
"Madam, just give it a try and you'll know." Xie Zhiyan rested his forehead on the back of her fair neck, his eyes filled with lust, but he was restrained. Every word he said was like a small hook, and his powerful arms clamped the person in his arms so that she couldn't move.
The ties of the small dress had loosened at some point, and the silk dress was hanging loose.
The interweaving of cold and heat, delicate and smooth, is like jade falling from the sky.
"Be good, close your eyes."
"I will definitely satisfy Madam."
The brocade quilt was turned over, and Xie Zhiyan used some special methods. It was not a sudden storm, but a lingering tenderness and extreme patience.
In the long, dark night, with the curtains hanging low, the tiny whimpers and sobs became autumn dew, which was rubbed and gathered, and then turned into a sticky warm tide.
Sheng Puzhu was so tired that her eyelids were fighting each other, and she collapsed in Xie Zhiyan's arms, sweating all over. During the bath, she was so tired that she couldn't even move her fingertips, and could only lean on the man's solid chest and fall into a deep sleep.
When Sheng Puzhu woke up in the morning, the corners of his eyes were still red, and his whole body, even his bones, were soft.
She seemed to be gently taken apart and then put back together with great patience. She looked lazy and powerless, with a hint of charm in her watery almond eyes, as if broken stars were twinkling in them.
In front of the mirror, Madam Du was dressing her and couldn't help but smile, "Madam, you look very good today. It's obvious that you slept well last night."
Sheng Puzhu looked up at the mirror and saw that the person in the mirror had cheeks as rosy as peach blossoms, and every frown and smile was pleasing to the eye.
It was all because of Xie Zhiyan's lack of restraint last night. Although they couldn't do it to the very end during the mourning period, Meng Zhiyan was still being quite reckless.
Sheng Puzhu's cheeks suddenly felt hot, and the blush spread rapidly. Feeling guilty, she did not dare to look at Madam Du, and only responded vaguely.
After breakfast, I went to Wangyue Pavilion to pay my respects to Princess Shoukang.
Sheng Puzhu stepped into the flower hall and looked at the eldest lady Qin with a happy face with some surprise.
"Puzhu, come quickly and take a look at this material. It was given by the palace yesterday to make clothes for Mian'er." Qin's lips curled up slightly, and the pride in her eyes was almost unconcealable.
She paused for a moment and continued, "I couldn't choose a pattern right away, so I brought it here and asked the princess to take a look."
The material is indeed good, but not to the extent that Qin has to go to the door with a shameless face.
It was just that the second daughter gave birth to a boy. The eldest branch of the Xie family was not only very proud, but also had a rare opportunity to be proud of herself. How could Qin miss the opportunity to show off?
Sheng Puzhu glanced at the cloth calmly, as if she hadn't heard Qin's boasting. She lowered her eyes and knelt to salute Princess Shoukang: "Mother."
"Please sit down." Princess Shoukang nodded.
Qin Shi didn't really want to choose the material for the clothes. Seeing that Sheng Puju ignored her, she didn't get angry. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and her gaze slid subtly to the other's still flat belly with a smug look in her eyes.
"If you ask me, with Puzhu being such a virtuous and handsome woman, and Sanlang being such an outstanding man, they should hurry up and have children. It would be the right thing to do to expand the Xie family as soon as possible."
Qin said this to Princess Shoukang, her tone full of concern and a smile on her face: "Puzhu looks like a good child. Why is there no movement yet?"
Princess Shoukang heard this without even raising her eyelids, and knocked the teacup in her hand lightly on the table.
"What's the rush?"
"We are still in the mourning period, so observing the mourning period and etiquette is the most important thing."
"Have you lost your mind? The importance of courtesy and filial piety has made you forget the basics since returning from Boling?"
Qin Shi had always had the desire to commit a crime but lacked the courage to do so. The smug look on her face froze immediately, and she smiled awkwardly, "You're right. I was inconsiderate."
Princess Shoukang lowered her eyes and didn't even look at her.
The flower hall suddenly became quiet, making the atmosphere even more subtle.
Qin was speechless after hearing the word "filial piety period". She sat for a while and was about to leave when she suddenly thought of something and took a sip of the tea on the table.
"Look at my memory. I'm just happy."
"In addition to Qingshu's success, Yongzhou sent a maid to tell us that my eldest daughter Qingwan had just given birth to a son for the Luo family a few days ago."
Sheng Puzhu sat quietly at the bottom. Hearing this, he frowned and asked casually, "Yongzhou is a long way away. When my aunt was in Boling, did she receive the letter sent by Madam Qingwan?"
Qin was stunned by her question. She frowned and thought for a moment, vaguely remembering that there seemed to be such a thing.
She thought hard for a long time before she said, "I think there was one. When the concierge handed it to me, she said the messenger had repeatedly urged me to hand it to me personally."
Since Sheng Puzhu did not mention this matter, Qin probably had forgotten about it.
At that time, she had just arrived in Boling and was not used to everything. In addition, she had to observe mourning for the old lady, so her mood was already bad. She put the letter sent by the maid aside for the time being, thinking of reading it later.
later……
Later, as for the letter.
Qin suddenly couldn't remember where the letter went. It seemed that Xie Juyuan had taken it away.
It should be nothing. If there was something, Xie Juyuan would have told her long ago.
"Did Madam Qingwan have anything to say in the letter?" Sheng Puzhu's tone was gentle, as if she was just chatting casually.
Qin was distracted, so she didn't think anything of it. She shook her head subconsciously and said lightly, "It's not a big deal. Just some ordinary family talk."
"Really?" Sheng Puzhu suddenly raised his eyes.
Qin felt inexplicably guilty when she was looked at. Although she had not seen the contents of the letter with her own eyes, she would never show any ignorance at this moment.
He immediately maintained a perfect smile and nodded slightly.
After hearing this, Sheng Puzhu was still hesitant, but since Qin had said so, she didn't dare to ask any more questions. As Xie Qingwan was the eldest daughter of the eldest son, she would probably not be treated harshly by her parents.
What's more, Yongzhou is not too far from Chang'an. If there is anything urgent, it is only a day's journey by carriage.
In the flower hall, Qin sat and drank tea for a while, talking about some interesting stories about her grandson. But seeing that Princess Shoukang was still indifferent and could not tell whether she was happy or angry, she felt bored and stood up to say goodbye.
After Qin left, Princess Shou Kangzhang finally smiled with a hint of sincerity: "The Qin family was considered a prestigious family back then, but this Qin was raised in a way that was not worthy of being on the stage."
"It's a pity that Qingwan, who clearly had a better future, was forced to marry off to a distant place by that couple."
"How could that fellow Luo Xian be worthy of Xie's eldest daughter?"
Sheng Puzhu raised her eyes and asked, "You were not optimistic about this marriage back then?"
Princess Shoukang snorted coldly, "Yes, your grandmother originally wanted to marry her to the eldest son of the Li family in the Jianning Marquisate, the current third place in the imperial examination, but that bastard Xie Juyuan simply wouldn't agree."
Sheng Puzhu, the eldest son of the Li family, had heard that he was an extremely elegant and graceful man.
Princess Shoukang shook her head and said, "Let's not talk about her anymore, so as not to upset me."
Before winter, Sheng Puzhu stayed in the Duke of Jingguo's Mansion and rarely went out. He would have lunch with Princess Shoukang every day, then return to Yunyu Hall for a short rest. The rest of the time he spent reading storybooks.
"Look, my lady, what is this?"
Nanny Du came into the room smiling, carrying an exquisite bamboo basket.
Sheng Puzhu lazily put down the notebook in his hand and looked over. He saw that the basket was covered with a clean soft cloth, on which six or seven huge pomegranates were neatly lying.
She was slightly startled, and subconsciously asked, "In the mansion...before the eldest son moved out, were the pomegranates in Xie Jiyan's yard ripe?"
Aunt Du smiled and shook her head.
Sheng Puzhu blinked his eyes. "Could it be the pomegranate tree that Aye planted in front of the Treasure Pavilion?"
"My dear wife, the pomegranate tree in front of the Treasure Pavilion has indeed blossomed beautifully this year. Unfortunately, the fruits are still very small and green. I'm afraid we'll have to wait another half a month."
Seeing that Sheng Puzhu couldn't guess, Madam Du simply said, "The pomegranates in this basket were specially sent back by my husband!"
"It is said that he asked Cangguan to search all the farms outside Chang'an and finally gathered a basket of the best ones."
Sheng Puzhu was stunned for a moment, and then the smile in his eyes overflowed little by little, like spring waves.
She reached out and picked up the pomegranate, looking like she was going to peel it herself. Madam Du was so frightened that she quickly stepped forward to stop her: "Oh, my little ancestor, you absolutely cannot do that."
"Pomegranate peel is hard, be careful not to hurt your delicate hands."
"I'll have them peeled and placed on a white jade dish. You can eat them all."
Sheng Puzhu was about to nod when he saw a tall figure quietly looming over him, bringing with it a familiar, cool aura.
Their eyes met, and Sheng Puzhu was caught off guard and unable to move forward or backward.
Xie Zhiyan didn't say much, but took the pomegranate from her hand naturally, and said in a low voice: "I'll do it."
Upon seeing this, Madam Du bowed and retreated with great tact.
Lying on the soft couch by the window, the sunlight shines through the dense bamboo curtains and softly falls on the couple.
Xie Zhiyan's palms are slender and his strength is controlled just right.
He skillfully broke open the bright red pomegranate, revealing the crystal clear ruby-like fruit inside.
Sheng Puzhu looked very obedient and stretched out her slender white hand towards him.
Xie Zhiyan didn't give it to her, but instead picked up a pomegranate seed and handed it to her lips.
"It's very juicy, don't dirty your hands." His voice was not loud, but it was gentle with a smile.
Sheng Puzhu leaned against the small couch, and her lower back softened inexplicably. She obediently opened her mouth and took in the pomegranate seed, which was only slightly larger than a soybean.
Her soft lips naturally and inevitably touched Xie Zhiyan's rough fingertips. She bit them lightly with her snow-white teeth, and the sweet juice instantly overflowed her lips and tongue, wetting her lips and leaving a gorgeous color.
"Is it delicious?" Xie Zhiyan fixed his gaze on her lips, looking at the moist red, his pupils darkening quietly.
He did not retract his knuckles, but instead gently scraped across Sheng Puzhu's soft lower lip, deliberately slowing down the movement, with a sense of lingering.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Xie Zhiyan fed her another one.
Sheng Puzhu was teased by him, her cheeks flushed brighter than pomegranate juice, her voice was hoarse, and the ending tone was so soft that it seemed like she was being coquettish: "It's delicious."
Xie Zhiyan smiled, held the person in his arms, and patiently peeled the nuts one by one and fed them to Sheng Puzhu until Sheng Puzhu could not eat anymore and shook her head at him.
"Are you full?"
"Yeah." Sheng Puzhu rubbed her cheek against Xie Zhiyan's chest and asked in confusion, "Why did you come home so early today, my dear?"
Xie Zhiyan wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said nonchalantly, "Today, the Holy Lord issued an edict to promote Xiao Xu'an to the rank of Lieutenant General of the Jinwu Guard."
"Golden Guards?" Sheng Puzhu, no longer even bothered to be shy, said coldly, "You command the Northern Yamen's Imperial Guards. The Golden Guards are responsible for palace security, curfew in Chang'an, and the personal protection of the Saint. The General of the Central Army may seem only a fourth-rank official, but in reality, the people under his command rival the Northern Yamen, acting as a check and balance."
What is the saint's intention in doing this?
A vague but surprising thought suddenly crossed his mind. The sage was about to be adopted. If he did not want to choose Prince An's son as the heir, then he would probably have no choice but to force Princess Shoukang to express her position step by step.
Xie Juyuan returned to Chang'an, the eldest wife regained power in the court, and pretended to support Xiao Xuan. All of this was to force the Jingguo Mansion into a dead end, where they would have to survive. As long as Princess Shoukang admitted that Xie Zhiyan was not a descendant of the Xie family one day, who would not be tempted by the position above everyone else in the palace?
Sheng Puju secretly took a deep breath. Although Princess Shoukang did not tell her explicitly, as long as she thought about the fact that Xie Zhiyan had been taught by the Saint himself most of the time in the palace before his marriage, she could not help but guess that the Saint probably treated Xie Zhiyan as his own child.
It was too absurd, and too frightening. She couldn't ask, nor could she act too impolitely. She could only ask gently, "Will that affect my husband?"
"What can affect me?" Xie Zhiyan remained silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Is it my position in the court, or where Madam thinks I should stand?"
Sheng Puzhu was locked in that pair of deep and cold eyes, his ears buzzed and his heartbeat seemed to jump out of his chest.
"I..." She opened her lips, but no sound came out.
Xie Zhiyan curled his lips, his eyes sharp: "Could it be that Madam also thinks that I am that man's child?"
"I don't."
Sheng Puzhu retorted hastily, but as soon as she finished speaking, her back stiffened and her scalp exploded.
What did she just say!
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