Chapter 131 Chapter 131 Hand-washing soup, birthday noodles. ...
The one who traveled through the open road in a sedan chair carried by eight people was definitely different from the one who used tricks to sneak into the Marquis Mingde's mansion and cheat people out of food and drinks.
Xie Zhiyan didn't want to get involved with these two people who had no proper identity, even if there was a small possibility that the three of them would become brothers-in-law in the future, but at least not now.
After the card game was over, Fu Yunzheng calculated with his fingers and felt that he was about to lose everything. As a result, he looked up with dismay and saw Lu Zhoudu looking so weak that he was almost touching the corner of the clothes of Sheng Mingshu, the second wife of the Sheng family. He was still like a fool and was glared at by Sheng Mingya.
"Mingya." Fu Yunzheng returned to Chang'an from Yumen Pass, exhausted. He clearly wanted to act pitiful, but ended up acting like a big-tailed dog with an extremely loud voice.
"Shut up now." Sheng Mingya gritted her teeth.
But Fu Yunzheng had no self-awareness at all: "Mingya, please be kind to me. I have a terrible headache."
He really wasn't good at pretending, and even the old lady couldn't stand it. She coughed lightly and said, "If you feel unwell, why don't you go to the guest room and rest first?"
Fu Yunzheng straightened his back and said, "No discomfort, I'm fine now."
Sheng Puzhu held a cup of tea in his hand. He looked at Fu Yunzheng and then at Sheng Mingya, whose cheeks were red with anger. He raised his eyebrows as if reminiscing and glanced at Xie Zhiyan.
With very white hands, holding a jade-green cup, she looked gentle and virtuous, but only Xie Zhiyan understood that Sheng Puzhu's seemingly well-behaved eyes were probably asking why Fu Yunzheng looked like a fool.
Xie Zhiyan turned around and smiled, his handsome features revealing a hint of laziness under the light. He said calmly, "Madam, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not familiar with him."
"What's unfamiliar?" Fu Yunzheng looked left and right.
Xie Zhiyan snorted coldly: "Tsk."
Lu Zhoudu drank some water, coughed lightly, then drank some water again and coughed lightly.
Not long after, Sheng Mingshu asked the nanny to bring a cup of honey water and replaced the tea in his hand. She said in a low voice, softly: "Lu Siqing is injured, so it's better not to drink tea."
"Okay." Lu Zhoudu sat upright on the crescent stool, and two faint but very suspicious blushes appeared on his slightly pale cheeks in an instant.
He reached out to get the water and accidentally touched Sheng Mingshu's fingertips. His palm suddenly curled up and he almost couldn't hold the cup.
"Thank you, Mingshu." Lu Zhoudu's voice was gentle and gentlemanly.
Comparing the two, even Sheng Puzhu felt a little uncomfortable. If she didn't know what this Lu Siqing did in the Dali Temple, she would probably have been fooled as well. Unfortunately, Xie Zhiyan exposed his past without mercy and mocked him in a tone that only the two of them could hear.
"The Dali Temple prison kills people without blinking an eye, and now they can't even hold water steady."
"It's good to pretend to be a man."
Sheng Puzhu: "..."
Seeing that it was getting late, the old lady finally made the decision, "Everyone, disperse. Puzhu will take Sanlang to the Treasure Pavilion to rest. Fu Jialang and Lu Siqing will follow Nanny Gui to the guest room to rest."
Although it was just a guest room, at least it was a place to stay.
Fu Yunzheng and Lu Zhoudu looked at each other, neither of them looked down on the other's behavior.
Sheng Puzhu patted Sheng Mingya's hand and winked at Sheng Mingshu. Only Sheng Puyao was confused: "Aren't you staying up all night? Disbanding so early?"
The old lady touched Sheng Puyao's head and said earnestly, "Silly child, if you don't disperse, a fight will break out."
Sheng Puyao felt it was a pity. After all, she wanted to stay up all night with her elder sister on New Year's Eve, and tomorrow was her elder sister's birthday. Logically, she should be able to be the first person to say "Happy Birthday".
It is cold in winter and the night is as dark as ink.
Although the snow has stopped, the surroundings are still covered in white.
The lanterns hanging under the corridor swayed in the wind, crushing the two figures walking together onto the pale blue ground.
Xie Zhiyan held Sheng Puzhu's hand, and his dry and slender fingertips scratched the delicate skin on her wrist intentionally or unintentionally.
"Is it cold?"
In the shadow of the corridor, the white mist exhaled by the two people blended in the night. The branches of the magnolia tree not far away could not bear the weight of the snow, and with a click, a ball of white fell.
Nanny Du had already led her people away, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
It wasn't cold at all. Sheng Puzhu even felt hot, so she shook her head with a faint smile in her almond eyes: "Is Lu Siqing seriously injured?"
Xie Zhiyan was dissatisfied: "Why mention him?"
After a while, he added, "The injury isn't serious, but at least he's got eight hundred tricks on his mind."
As for Fu Yunzheng, Xie Zhiyan felt a headache just thinking about it, and didn't even want to say anything. He stretched out his long arm with a wiping motion and took Sheng Puzhu into his arms without a care in the world.
Sheng Puzhu raised her head, her eyes smiling like crescent moons: "Although my husband appears to dislike the eldest son of the Fu family, he still doesn't want him to be alone. Otherwise, he wouldn't have returned to Chang'an. My husband will leave for Yumen Pass after the New Year."
Although exposed, Xie Zhiyan still refused to admit it and simply changed the subject.
The voice was low, and the warm breath almost brushed against Sheng Puzhu's ear. The tone was filled with a low smile: "Madam, are you hungry?"
They had eaten a lot at dinner, but they had been playing mahjong for two or three hours. Sheng Puzhu nodded honestly, "A little."
Xie Zhiyan leaned over slightly, in a very casual posture, and placed the person between the cold corridor column and his broad chest.
When the love is deep, I always can't control myself and want a deep kiss.
Just then, the crescent moon broke through the clouds, and the silver light fell like a veil.
He kissed her lightly at first, just probing with the tip of his tongue. When Sheng Puzhu became distracted, he picked her up and held her sideways, holding her arms tightly.
Sheng Puzhu was carried all the way back to the Treasure Pavilion by Xie Zhiyan. Even though she was hiding under the cloak, she could still clearly hear the laughter and noise of the maids and old women drinking not far away. Her face flushed, but she was nervous and happy.
I was carried to the bathroom in a daze. The hot water was prepared early and there were flower petals in the bathroom.
Xie Zhiyan kissed for a while, and when he felt his chest was full, he stopped: "Madam, wash well, no need to rush."
After saying that, he strode out.
Sheng Puzhu looked at the water drops rolling down his shoulders and couldn't recover for a long time. According to the normal order, shouldn't he bathe her himself and then... do something shameful.
Because she couldn't figure it out, she kept thinking about applying perfume after bathing and wringing out her hair. An hour later, Sheng Puzhu left the bathroom surrounded by Nanny Du and her personal maids.
"Where's my husband?" She looked up but saw no one.
Madam Du smiled so hard that wrinkles appeared on her face. "Please wait a little longer, my dear. He will be ready soon."
When Sheng Puzhu saw the look on Madam Du's face, she naturally thought that her birthday would be right after midnight. Xie Zhiyan was not in the room now, and he was probably preparing a birthday gift.
She couldn't think of what it was, but she was still looking forward to it.
In the small kitchen of Treasure Pavilion.
When Xie Zhiyan came to visit late at night, the cook on duty in the small kitchen was so scared that she fell to her knees.
His face remained expressionless, but his attitude was humble: "It's my wife's birthday, and I want to make her a bowl of noodles. Is that convenient?"
How could it be inconvenient? The cook nodded vigorously and quickly took out the ingredients needed to make noodles.
In the silence, Xie Zhiyan waved his hand and sent the servants away.
He lowered his eyes slightly, and in the dim candlelight, he slowly folded his sleeves a few times, revealing his strong arms.
Although he had privately asked someone to teach him how to knead dough a month ago, he really had no talent in this area as a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen.
He took a deep breath and scooped out a bowl of fine flour with his white jade-like hands. He added more water to the flour and more water to the flour. After failing several times, he finally managed to knead the dough into a chewy consistency.
White powder like snow fell on his clothes. Xie Zhiyan frowned. Even if he met a difficult minister in court, he didn't need to be so alert as he was now.
With a quarter of an hour left before midnight, Xie Zhiyan finally fried a whole egg in the frying pan. He added some finely chopped green onions, but he didn't dare add too much salt. He was afraid that it would be too bland, so he simply took out a small dish and put some out separately.
In the Treasure Pavilion, Sheng Puzhu was flipping through a storybook. He wanted to get up and go outside to check several times, but was persuaded to do so several times by Naidong and others in a gentle voice.
Just after midnight, Xie Zhiyan, holding a vermilion lacquer food box, opened the curtain with one hand.
"Bozhu."
"Happy birthday."
Sheng Puzhu raised his head from the book, the candlelight crackled and exploded, and on the table between them lay a bowl of steaming birthday noodles.
Xie Zhiyan leaned over, with a little white flour on the tip of his nose, but Sheng Puzhu didn't think he looked embarrassed at all.
"What did my husband do?" She asked knowingly, just to make him admit it himself.
Xie Zhiyan held a pair of chopsticks in his palm, his thick black eyebrows and eyes full of emotions almost overflowing: "I cooked a bowl of birthday noodles for Madam."
"The eggs weren't fried well, and the noodles were a bit thick. I asked Madam Du to secretly ask the cook to prepare the soup early in the morning."
"Everything isn't perfect, but it's Madam's birthday, and I hope Madam will be happy."
"Sanlang..." Sheng Puzhu called him softly, his eyes red and his throat tight.
Xie Zhiyan lowered his head and wanted to kiss her, but his eyes fell on the bowl of noodles, and he restrained himself and said, "Madam, try it."
Sheng Puzhu ate very slowly. He didn't put much in the small bowl of noodles because he was afraid of indigestion. Fu Yunzheng said that birthday noodles should be eaten in a whole piece to be auspicious, so he kneaded it six times. Lu Siqing said that birthday noodles should have two eggs to represent a pair, so he did as he was told.
"Is it tasty?"
Seeing Sheng Puzhu finish eating quietly, Xie Zhiyan asked nervously.
"tasty."
"Too bad I've already eaten it all."
Xie Zhiyan's eyes shifted downwards, his body tensing. He pinched Sheng Puzhu's soft chin with his fingertips, lifted it slightly, then lowered his eyes and placed a gentle kiss: "It's okay, it's the same if I try it this way."
The night is cool, but my lips and tongue are hot.
Sheng Puzhu felt someone picking her up, and then her consciousness gradually became dull. The tips of the tongues entangled and rubbed against each other, sweeping across her snow-white teeth one by one. The trembling started from her mouth and passed through her chest little by little. Before it even started, a thin layer of hot sweat had already seeped out of her body.
"Thank you, my dear."
"I'm very happy."
At this moment, Sheng Puzhu became very obedient. She leaned on Xie Zhiyan's shoulder, with moisture in her eyes.
When love is deep, kissing alone is no longer enough.
Xie Zhiyan's arms suddenly tightened, causing her back to tremble slightly. "Madam, is this okay?"
Sheng Puzhu was about to nod.
Sheng Puyao's lively voice came from outside the window: "Sister, happy birthday, let's go and light the blessing lanterns."
Sheng Puzhu: "..."
Xie Zhiyan: "..."
Sheng Puzhu coughed lightly and said coaxingly, "I've already gone to bed. Puyao, go find your second and third sisters."
There was silence outside again.
Sheng Mingshu: "Big sister, happy birthday."
Sheng Mingya: "Big sister, happy birthday."
Sheng Puzhu: "Why are you all here?"
Sheng Puyao: "Because Mr. Fu said that it would be a great time to celebrate birthdays, so let's light blessing lanterns together."
Moonlight seeped into the room. Xie Zhiyan's brows were sharp, and his thin lips were pressed into a line, making him look very unhappy.
"Fu Yunzheng, if you want to die, just say it!"
Fu Yunzheng snorted coldly, not wanting to let any of them go: "Lu Siqing, you came up with this idea, why don't you say anything."
Lu Zhoudu coughed repeatedly, but couldn't hold it back any longer: "You farted."
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