Chapter 14 Chapter 14 What emotional discord? It's a physical...
When I woke up again, it was already daybreak.
Sheng Puzhu opened her eyes blankly, but what she saw was a soft pillow made of crab-shell green satin embroidered with pine and crane patterns. It was slightly cool to the touch, and still had a lingering cool scent of cypress. This was not her pillow.
She was so frightened that she hurriedly propped herself up, and the brocade quilt slipped off, revealing her plain white inner garment. The belt on the side of her waist seemed neat, but it was not the butterfly knot she was used to, but a neatly tied single knot.
last night……
Sheng Puzhu stroked her collar with her fingertips and gently bit her lips.
She was used to sleeping alone. Before Xie Zhiyan returned home, Li Shuang and the others were waiting in the room. Even if she didn't sleep quietly at night and occasionally kicked off the quilt, there was no need to worry.
But now she doesn't even leave anyone to keep watch at night, so could it be him?
That shouldn't be possible!
Sheng Puzhu closed her eyes. The room was quiet and heat slowly rose on her cheeks.
They had clearly done the most intimate thing, but when she thought of his slender fingers picking up the snow-white belt and carefully tying it for her, the image of him drinking tea under the lamp last night lingered in her mind.
No matter what those hands were doing, they would always remind her of when his fingertips were covered with ointment and he was applying it to her. His moist fingertips held the juice that seemed to be about to drip and flowed deep into her body.
Before daylight came through, a faint fragrance floated in the air inside the tent.
Sheng Puzhu looked back blankly, and then she realized that the brocade quilt that had just slipped off was not the one she was covering herself with. As for the one she covered herself with before sleeping, half of it was wrapped around her calves, and the other half was pressed under her body.
The lotus-colored mattress sheet covering the couch was faintly visible, with the faint trace of another person's body temperature remaining on it.
last night……
What did she do?
Did he see it all?
Sheng Puzhu shook her head in annoyance. It was clearly a dreamless night. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she could not remember when she squeezed to Xie Zhiyan's side and took away his things.
Moreover, when she thought about going to bed, she felt a desire for it. Her body couldn't help but tremble, and her palms pressed against the pine and crane embroidery pattern on the soft pillow. The fine stitches looked very much like the thin calluses on his fingertips.
Although it was a bit rough, every time he gripped the delicate skin on her waist, after the unbearable force, it turned into a strange numbness.
Can’t think about it anymore!
Sheng Puzhu sat up suddenly, as if to shake off some thoughts, put on soft-soled embroidered shoes, hurried to the window, and pushed it open with a "clang".
The cool breeze couldn't blow away her burning cheeks.
She patted her chest gently with her palms, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she looked up and saw a tall figure standing in the hazy white mist in the courtyard.
The morning light cast a light golden hue on his body, just as sharp as the sword in his hand.
The dark suit was soaked with sweat, and the sword wind pierced through the mist like a silk thread, with great momentum. With a turn, the flexible waist moved with the sword, giving people a sense of grandeur and insurmountability like a mountain.
"woke up?"
Xie Zhiyan turned his head. His breathing was not disordered, but the blood vessels on the side of his neck were beating slightly due to the intense exercise. His Adam's apple rolled, and he picked up the tea on the stone table and took a sip nonchalantly.
Sheng Puzhu felt even hotter. When he came closer, she could see more clearly that his brows were relaxed, his half-wet clothes were sticking to his body, and the outline of every muscle was so obvious.
With such a great figure, it would be great if I could tie her up to Linlang Pavilion and make her my pearl maid.
Something is wrong!
How dare she think like that!
She is risking her life. He is Xie Zhiyan, and she is so bold as to set her sights on him. Is she really going to be driven crazy by this unique beauty?
Sheng Puzhu spat on himself and stepped back in an attempt to cover up his mistake, revealing a subtle smile.
"My dear, you got up really early."
"Did you sleep well last night?"
She regretted it after asking.
You are really bringing up something that is not related to the topic. Sometimes, having your mouth faster than your brain is not necessarily a good thing.
"It's okay." Xie Zhiyan looked at her and said after a while.
"How did you sleep, madam?" He reached out and picked up a clean towel, slowly wiped the sweat from his neck, and asked meaningfully.
Sheng Puzhu glanced at him secretly and imitated his way of speaking: "Well, I'm okay too."
In essence, the two of them were at most a couple of strangers who had become married. They happened to meet in the morning and exchanged polite greetings.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't quite describe this overly distant intimacy, but fortunately Xie Zhiyan nodded slightly at her and walked past her. Soon, the sound of water was heard in the bathroom.
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Sheng Puju remained calm until she got on the carriage. She didn't dare to look directly at the person opposite her.
Xie Zhiyan was wearing a maroon robe with a round collar and narrow sleeves today. The collar was trimmed with sandalwood and embroidered with gold thread, and the cuffs were embroidered with beautiful honeysuckle patterns. His narrow waist was tied tightly with a leather belt inlaid with white jade.
Because it was a couple's return home after marriage, they both chose the more festive red. Such a strong color as red does not look out of place on him. Instead, it makes his eyebrows and eyes look deep and his demeanor look dignified.
He sat with his hands on his knees, his shoulders and back straight as a pine tree, his fingertips tapping lightly from time to time, and the black leather boots on his feet vibrated slightly as the carriage moved.
The obviously lazy posture made Sheng Puzhu alert all the time. The cold and stern aura suppressed in the cramped carriage made her unreasonably nervous.
"Madam, is there something on your mind?" He raised his eyes and looked down indifferently.
Sheng Puju tugged at the handkerchief in her hand, feeling desperate. She couldn't say that he was the culprit who made her upset.
He practiced swordplay early in the morning, not in the spacious garden outside the study, but in Yunyu Hall. She had opened the window to let out some cool air, but who knew he was practicing swordplay outside the window? What was the difference between this and adding fuel to the firewood pile?
Sheng Puzhu sighed secretly and said with a stiff upper lip: "No, I just haven't been home for a long time and I'm a little nervous."
Xie Zhiyan supported his chin with one hand, looking very relaxed and comfortable. His fingertips casually turned the mutton-fat jade ring on his thumb, and his eyes fell on her frankly.
Although his posture seemed casual, there was a rare serious scrutiny in his eyes.
However, his gaze was too straightforward and frank.
Sheng Puzhu simply couldn't ignore his gaze, which seemed to be real. From her trembling eyelashes to her tightly pursed lips, and then to her shoulders and neck that were straightened due to tension, he pressed down inch by inch, as if he wanted to see through her.
How long will he watch?
Or is there something wrong with her outfit today?
The more Sheng Puzhu thought about it, the more nervous he became. His slender white fingertips curled up, and his heartbeat in his chest was so loud that it seemed like it was about to jump out.
Even so, she still pretended to be clueless, her eyes fixed on his hand resting on his knee.
Fortunately, it only takes half an hour to get from the Duke Jingguo's Mansion to the Marquis Mingde's Mansion.
The carriage stopped and the sound of lively conversation could be heard outside.
Xie Zhiyan jumped off the carriage first. He lifted the curtain with one hand and slowly extended his hand towards her with his palm facing up.
Such a proper posture, in the eyes of outsiders, is a manifestation of the love between husband and wife.
Sheng Puzhu hesitated for a moment, then gently placed his hand on it.
His palms were dry and strong, a little rough from years of holding swords, but they had a slender and well-proportioned sense of strength.
"Madam, please be careful with your step." Xie Zhiyan said calmly.
Sheng Puzhu stepped down from the cart. He was very strong and had a strong sense of dominance. He put one hand on her waist, and the pressure of his thumb made her eyelids jump and her legs weakened, almost causing her to lose her balance.
"Thank you, my dear." Sheng Puzhu bit her tongue secretly and almost cried out in surprise. She even suspected that he did it on purpose.
"No need." Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes slightly and looked at her.
When the couple stand together, anyone who sees them will praise them and say, "A perfect match made in heaven, may you live happily ever after."
There were maids welcoming them in front of the mansion, and big red lanterns were specially hung. The two stone lions at the main gate were also tied with red satin. It was obvious that everyone in the Mingde Marquis Mansion put a lot of thought into it.
Sheng Puzhu brought Xie Zhiyan with him, and as soon as they walked around the screen wall, they heard a burst of silver bell-like laughter coming from the garden.
"Big sister is finally back."
"If sister doesn't come back, we younger sisters will just think that she is addicted to the gentle world and has forgotten us long ago."
Sheng Puzhu smiled with her eyes curved. She opened her arms towards the figure that slowly approached: "Let me see whose little girl I've forgotten."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was bumped into by a goose yellow figure.
Sheng Puyao was still laughing at first, but soon she covered her eyes and sobbed. She buried her face in Sheng Puzhu's arms and said, "Sister, I miss you so much."
"You want me to ask my grandmother to deliver a letter to the Duke of Jingguo's Mansion. Can I refuse?" Sheng Puzhu was helpless.
Sheng Puyao felt very wronged: "It's not the kind of missing that can be cured by seeing you for a few days, it's the kind of missing that requires seeing you every day to stop crying."
"Wow, getting married is not good at all. I don't want to get married in the future."
Sheng Puzhu's heart softened instantly, and he patted Sheng Puyao's head: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm back, right?"
Sheng Puyao was obviously dissatisfied. She raised her head angrily and glared at Xie Zhiyan, then turned and ran away.
Sheng Puzhu reluctantly explained, "The little girl just now is Puyao, my biological sister."
"She is still young and innocent, so please don't bother with her."
Xie Zhiyan hummed calmly and thought for a while: "She should be..."
The voice paused: "Hate me."
Sheng Puzhu couldn't help but burst out laughing. She raised her head to meet the man's puzzled gaze and explained seriously, "In Puyao's eyes, marrying me means you've taken away the person who belongs to her."
"My dear, why don't you think about this? If someone stole your most beloved thing, would you be able to remain calm and not feel resentful?"
Xie Zhiyan frowned as if he couldn't understand: "I don't have anything I love."
Sheng Puzhu had a complicated expression. He looked at her briefly and then looked away: "Forget it. Maybe my husband doesn't have it, so he doesn't understand."
Xie Zhiyan was silent for a moment, then said in a very calm tone, "Emotions can't control me."
The man in Sheng Puzhujian's eyes was tall and slender, but his eyebrows were covered with a thin layer of frost. His eyes were no longer distant, but as cold as ice.
Fortunately, the two of them had already walked into the flower hall, and the inexplicable chill that rose in their hearts was interrupted.
"Grandma, I've brought my husband back to pay his respects to you." Sheng Puzhu collected his thoughts, and his bright and charming eyes seemed to be able to speak as he saluted the old lady with a smile.
"Hurry up, kid. Get up too, Zhiyan. We're all family, so there's no need to be so polite."
The old lady's eyes fell on Xie Zhiyan. After studying him for a long time, she nodded with satisfaction: "Well, he is a handsome young man."
Sheng Puzhu blushed immediately. When her family gave her a list of names to choose a husband, she said shamelessly that the one must be the most handsome. She didn't expect that her grandmother would tease her with the same words now.
"Grandma, I was young back then, so my nonsense doesn't count." She blinked, her voice drawn out, as if smeared with honey, "You have to keep it a secret for me."
The old lady smiled and put her arm around her shoulders: "Are you still shy?"
Sheng Puzhu wanted to deny it, but when she looked up and met Xie Zhiyan's gaze, she coughed lightly and calmly changed the question: "Why don't you see my second sister?"
The old lady patted her hands and said, "Your second sister caught a cold a few days ago and is ill."
Why did you get sick for no reason?
Sheng Puzhu thought about it and suppressed his doubts, and only told the old lady some interesting things that happened in the Jingguo Mansion.
Xie Zhiyan's male guest sat in the flower hall for a quarter of an hour before being asked to leave by several young men from the Marquis of Mingde's mansion.
After the people walked away, Sheng Puzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and leaned towards the old lady like a boneless person: "Grandma, I finally came back. Why don't I stay at home for a few more days?"
The old lady immediately opened her eyes and looked at her: "What's wrong? Did you have a quarrel with your husband?"
Sheng Puzhu shook her head and denied it: "That's not true. I just miss my grandmother and my sisters at home."
"I haven't been home for a short stay for more than half a year. Why not take this opportunity to stay at home for ten days or half a month? I can once again be the most beloved young lady in front of my grandmother."
When Sheng Puyao heard this, her anger subsided. She took the old lady's hand and shook it vigorously: "Grandma, please agree to my elder sister's request."
The old lady was so annoyed that she lost her temper: "Alright, then let your husband stay at the Marquis Mingde's mansion for a few more days."
When Sheng Puzhu heard this, his eyes went dark.
"No, no, I'll be back soon."
"My dear, he has many affairs at court, so it's not convenient for him to go back and forth."
The old lady obviously felt something was wrong and asked nervously, "Could it be that you two are not getting along?"
Sheng Puzhu couldn't help feeling guilty, and kept sighing in his heart, what emotional discord? It was clearly a physical incompatibility.
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