Chapter 126 Chapter 126 "That's how you coax her."
Sheng Puzhu didn’t know how long “later” would be.
The autumn is lonely, the doors and windows are closed, even the rustling of fallen leaves can't be heard. Under the light and shadow of the buildings, it is very hot in the tent.
Although she had not drunk any alcohol, she seemed quite drunk, with red cheeks and rapid breathing. Sheng Puzhu felt as if she was about to break down, like a ripe cherry on a branch. When the wind blew, she was about to fall, and when the wind died down, she felt not drunk enough.
I opened my eyes in the chaos, and the light and shadows around me shattered into countless stars, shaking up and down. My throat was burning so much that I couldn't utter a complete sentence except for a tiny tremor.
"I, I want..." Sheng Puzhu's palms were soft, he grabbed randomly in the air, and frowned in dissatisfaction.
Her rosy lips still felt numb from being bitten and sucked repeatedly. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling of the tent. Her throat choked and she almost screamed. Her long, wet eyelashes were twisted into strands, making them look even thicker and curled.
"What do you want?" Xie Zhiyan leaned on top, and his voice was filled with unsatisfied greed as he asked despite knowing the answer.
Sheng Puzhu was speechless, feeling ashamed and annoyed. Even though she knew that he was deliberately doing bad things, her accusations would only seem pale and powerless at this time.
"I'm thirsty." She managed to utter these two words, her neck tilted up unbearably, a touch of jade. Her waist, as slender as a crescent moon, first tensed in an instant, then slowly collapsed as her knuckles clenched the bed sheet. Her fair shoulders shone pearly in the night, white with a hint of pink, as delicate and tempting as a magnolia soaked in dew.
Sheng Puzhu felt her heart palpitating and she couldn't breathe. She was out of control, even more than when she was drunk. She was obviously exhausted, but she was afraid that she would talk nonsense in her unconscious state, so she simply covered her swollen lips with the back of her hand. The breath that barely escaped from between her fingers was soft and tearful, making people want to bully her even more.
Xie Zhiyan put his lips close to hers, kissed her already red earlobe, and then bit repeatedly on the little red mole he loved so much: "Why are you thirsty?"
His tall body leaned down slightly, and his rough tiger's mouth clamped Sheng Puzhu's tender jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Xie Zhiyan smiled silently, and his thumb slowly rolled over her plump lips, making the bright red even more lustrous.
He stared at her saliva-stained lips and asked meaningfully, "How can you be thirsty when your little mouth is so wet?"
Sheng Puzhu's eyes were blurry, her heart was beating wildly, and her throat was hoarse. She felt like a fish in water, dehydrated as soon as she came ashore.
Speechless, his eyes were filled with accusation.
Xie Zhiyan stared at the person beneath him, the shadow at the corner of his lips curved slightly, his fingertips slid along the sweaty nose, to the neckline, and then to the violently heaving collarbone: "Bear with it for a while, I'll 'feed' water to the Madam."
In late autumn, after the sun sets, the temperature drops sharply. The charcoal brazier placed during the day is about to go out. Sheng Puzhu feels hot for a while, but when the tent is opened, she can't stand the damp cold outside.
I don't know when it started raining, but the sound of the raindrops gradually drowned out the rustling of falling leaves and came into the house.
"Not yet...?"
"I'm thirsty."
Sheng Puzhu kicked her legs, sobbed brokenly, and her breath was filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Xie Zhiyan's brows were deep. The wind stopped, and he finally stood up slowly. In the ambiguous atmosphere, his tone was hoarse after relief: "Madam, are you still thirsty?"
Sheng Puzhu said weakly: "When did you ever give me water?"
"Isn't it what I just gave you?"
"Just now..." Sheng Puzhu murmured in confusion, then her cheeks turned red.
She felt like she was almost burned by his gaze, and her breathing became rapid with irritation. She wished she could cover her face.
"Xie Zhiyan, what nonsense are you talking about? How can you use such a dissolute word?"
"Are you dissolute?" Xie Zhiyan breathed slightly, and the emotions in his bottomless eyes were difficult to discern.
He stretched out his long arm, picked up the tea on the high table, and handed it forward: "Since you are thirsty, drink some water."
Sheng Puzhu felt sore all over that she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingertips. She was being stared at by him directly. Although she was complaining in her heart, she still took a sip of tea from Xie Zhiyan's hand.
It tasted bitter, with a strong medicinal flavor. She couldn't help but frown: "What is this, my dear?"
Their eyes met, Xie Zhiyan bent his knuckles and gently scratched the fragile neck of the person under him, then tilted his head back and drank all the remaining medicine in the teacup.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he spoke slowly in a deep voice, "Did Madam forget the contraceptive soup?"
Sheng Puzhu was stunned for a long moment, until Xie Zhiyan leaned over and his breath brushed her ear, she suddenly came to her senses: "I haven't forgotten."
He left home in the year of their wedding and returned two years later. At that time, her relationship with Xie Zhiyan was not close, so having children was naturally not a consideration. Later, Xue Qinghui had a difficult delivery, which really scared her.
It was too long ago. Sheng Puzhu blinked and felt that time passed quickly. This year was the fourth year since Xie Zhiyan returned to Chang'an from Yumen Pass. Since then, he would either not make it to the end with her, or he would drink contraceptive soup beforehand.
But right now, there seems to be no need to "avoid" it anymore, because she likes the child.
If you want to get pregnant, you have to keep doing this. Sheng Puzhu's cheeks felt inexplicably hot. It had been so long since she last did it that she felt as unfamiliar as if it was her first time. Of course, this did not include Xie Zhiyan.
The only thing was how to ask him to stop taking the "contraceptive soup". Would he misunderstand that she was the one taking the initiative and interpret it as something else?
When Sheng Puzhu thought of his lack of self-control, her body, which had just calmed down, slowly became hot again. She remembered his increasing number of tricks and could not help but press her legs together, even her curled toes were stretched red.
Seeing that she was distracted, Xie Zhiyan did not urge her. Instead, he suddenly pulled away, walked to the table and slowly poured tea again.
Sheng Puzhu buried his body deeper under the brocade quilt. It was night time and the candlelight was dim, making the man's tall and straight outline look even more majestic and profound.
"Aren't you thirsty?" Xie Zhiyan walked back to the couch with the teacup in his hand, reached out his hand considerately, and half-lifted the person.
Sheng Puzhu took his hand and drank the cup in small sips. The warm water moistened her dry throat, but the tip of her tongue was still numb. She didn't dare to use force with her lips, as the skin on her lips seemed to be a little broken.
Xie Zhiyan never took his eyes off her from beginning to end. Sheng Puzhu licked her lips and finally mustered up the courage: "My dear, please don't drink the contraceptive soup from now on."
Xie Zhiyan raised his eyebrows, waiting for her next words.
Sheng Puzhu's voice was soft and her lips, swollen from being kissed, pouted slightly: "My dear, you clearly promised me that you would give me a child, so..."
Although it seemed like a joke and put the cart before the horse, Xie Zhiyan laughed softly and nodded seriously: "Okay, I won't drink anymore."
Sheng Puzhu didn't dare to raise her head. Xie Zhiyan leaned over and took her back into his arms: "Madam, do you want more tonight?"
Would you like some water?
Sheng Puzhu was exhausted and replied vaguely, "What do you want? I'm not thirsty anymore."
Xie Zhiyan hummed, and said calmly and matter-of-factly: "Didn't Madam ask me to give birth to a child? If it's about giving birth, how can one time be enough?"
Sheng Puzhu was half awake from her doze. Her mind, which had been not very good all night, suddenly became clear: "Didn't my husband say that he was sick and his old illness had relapsed?"
"Is it okay?" Xie Zhiyan said as a matter of course.
His expression was too serious. His palm was against the back of her neck and his eyes swept downwards. Although there was a brocade quilt between them, Sheng Puzhu still felt a burning sensation there.
The man lowered his head and said in a very rude tone: "This place... is still empty."
"Even if I drink tea, I'm afraid it won't be full in a while. If Madam gets thirsty later, it means I haven't been diligent enough."
"Besides..." Xie Zhiyan smiled gently, the candlelight reflecting the unsatisfied glint in his eyes. "Didn't we agree that Madam would coax me? Now that Madam doesn't want to coax me, then naturally I have to take the initiative and teach well."
Sheng Puzhu felt guilty and was anxious to make amends. She half-opened her lips and swallowed instinctively.
"Then let me kiss you."
As he spoke, he raised his face and placed a light kiss on Xie Zhiyan's jaw: "Does this count as taking the initiative?"
"Too perfunctory." Xie Zhiyan commented, not forgetting to press further, "I know you can't do it. The night is long, and Madam has plenty of time to study hard."
The autumn rain showed no signs of stopping until the sky began to turn pale, and Sheng Puzhu fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, she woke up feeling sore all over.
My eyelids were so heavy I couldn't lift them, and my limbs felt like they were filled with mud. The slightest movement sent a faint numbness emanating from deep within my body.
I vaguely remember that I seemed to have become a pool of spring water, and the tent and the outside of the window were wet everywhere.
Sheng Puzhu hugged the brocade quilt and wanted to get up, but unfortunately it was difficult for her to even raise her hands. Fortunately, her body was dry and she had changed into new pajamas. Only the red mark on her neck made her imagine how ridiculous last night was.
At first, although she was shy, she still reluctantly asked Madam Du to bring someone to change the things on the couch. But in the subsequent times, she complained that the couch was damp and the quilt was wet, but she was unwilling to call for help.
She thought it was over, but Xie Zhiyan carried her to the soft couch by the window, the armchair in front of the dressing table, and finally back to the messy bed.
Before she passed out, Xie Zhiyan placed his thumb against the back of her waist and chuckled softly in the flickering candlelight, "Madam, have you learned it?"
"woke up?"
His thoughts were interrupted and Sheng Puzhu came back to his senses.
It was a rare occasion for Xie Zhiyan not to attend the morning court. His satisfied expression revealed a rare laziness.
Sheng Puzhu was afraid that if she lay down again, he would do something excessive again. This man had been holding it in for a long time, and not only was he stubborn, he was even more eager to torture her to death.
After they finished their meal, the sun was almost setting outside the window. Xie Zhiyan went to the study, and Sheng Puju sat alone at the table by the window to check the account books. After the accounts were sorted out, she took out the Linlang Pavilion album that Nianyi had sorted out yesterday, lowered her eyes and read it carefully.
Since the empress ascended the throne, the custom of wearing flowers in hairpins has suddenly become popular among the young men in Chang'an City. Although Linlang Pavilion also makes accessories for young men, it does not account for the majority of the business. However, with the current business in Chang'an, the young men from various mansions who dress up carefully are all big spenders.
So Nian Yi suggested that Linlang Pavilion should prepare more jade crowns, jade pendants, necklaces and other items commonly used by men.
Sheng Puzhu flipped through the book page by page. Some of the pictures were drawn by her before, and some were newly added.
She was so absorbed in watching with her eyes lowered that she didn't notice a figure standing silently behind her.
"What are you looking at, Madam?" Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyelashes and looked at her meaningfully.
Sheng Puzhu's fingertips trembled with shock. Feeling inexplicably guilty, she closed the album and bit her lip lightly. She stuffed the album at the bottom of a pile of account books, trying to hide the truth. She whispered, "It's the account book from Linlang Pavilion."
Xie Zhiyan did not point it out. His eyes were dark and frightening. He covered the snow-white neck with his broad palm and kneaded it gently.
He had strong hands and could control his strength freely. In just a moment, he pressed Sheng Puzhu so hard that he squinted his eyes, like a cat whose fur was being stroked.
When her mind was drowsy and she was about to fall asleep, Xie Zhiyan leaned over slowly and whispered in her ear: "Madam, do you think the album is pleasing to the eye?"
Sheng Puzhu nodded and replied vaguely, "It's OK."
"oh."
"Just passable?"
"Has the lady seen anything better?"
Sheng Puzhu's shoulders trembled, her heart in her throat. She suddenly raised her head and felt as if she was struck by thunder.
"I……"
Xie Zhiyan's slender fingers passed over her shoulder and gently pulled out the album at the bottom. He casually flipped open a page with a very critical look.
At this moment, Sheng Puzhu's desire to survive reached its peak.
She knew she couldn't hide it, so she simply took the initiative to grab Xie Zhiyan's sleeve, looked up and said, "The people in those paintings are not even one ten-thousandth as good as you."
“Tsk…”
Xie Zhiyan felt annoyed at first, but then he didn't know what he was thinking. Although he looked angry and serious, his lips curled up as if he had coaxed himself.
"It turns out that I am the best in Madam's heart."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
