Chapter 18 V Preface "...Will Madam accept this?"
"Puzhu, Zhiyan is drunk, take him back to rest quickly."
After saying this, Lord Sheng passed out completely, lying unconscious on the table.
Sheng Puzhu felt uneasy for no reason. She smiled and stood up, saying slowly, "Then I'll ask Mammy to clean up the guest room in the east wing."
Upon hearing this, Madam Sheng glared at her and said, "Silly child, that's your husband."
"How can a husband and wife sleep in separate rooms when they return home?"
Sheng Mingya on the side did not forget to wink at her and mouthed, "Big sister, you are a loving couple."
What a love story!
Sheng Puju cast a gloomy look over and glared at Sheng Mingya. She really shot herself in the foot today. She shouldn't have emphasized the love between husband and wife just for the sake of arguing with Sheng Mingshu over a few words!
Now even her younger sister at home doesn't forget to tease her with this remark.
The old lady smiled and patted her hands, saying meaningfully, "Take your son-in-law there now, don't delay."
Sheng Puzhu was speechless and looked across the crowd.
The man's eyes were dark, and the slightly swaying light cast on his face, making his usually cold features look unruly and ostentatious. However, his lips, gently pursed, were covered with a layer of bright wine, like a green plum wrapped in honey. The sweet taste was only superficial. When he took a bite, the sour stimulation could make people lose their souls on the spot.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't help but think that he was just like a candied green plum. The gentle and elegant gentleman's appearance was just his disguise, and the hugeness that was completely opposite to it was his true nature.
Not only will it make her lose her mind, it can also take half her life in one go.
Her pupils shrank sharply, and she hastily averted her gaze. Amid the kind laughter of the elders, she slowly supported Xie Zhiyan's arm with her soft palm and said softly, "My dear, let me support you."
"Thank you, madam." Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes when he heard that. There seemed to be a strange emotion hidden in his dark pupils, which was slightly revealed because of the alcohol.
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The lanterns in the corridor were swaying left and right in the wind, casting broken shadows all over the ground.
Sheng Puzhu led Xie Zhiyan through the courtyards. Their elongated shadows gradually overlapped, their sleeves occasionally touching, then accidentally separating. Judging from their shadows, they looked like two fish chasing and playing.
Neither of them spoke until they passed through the hanging flower gate and entered the courtyard where Sheng Puzhu lived before she got married.
Even in winter, the yard is still full of flowers. It is obvious that even though she has been away from home for a long time, the yard is still being carefully taken care of.
The three words "Treasure Pavilion" on the plaque caught Xie Zhiyan's attention.
Sheng Puzhu looked up along the man's slightly raised gaze, and suddenly curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled.
"This courtyard was given to me by my father."
Xie Zhiyan slowly lowered his eyes, and their gazes met.
Sheng Puzhu looked at the familiar plants and trees in the Treasure Pavilion. She seemed willing to talk about the past, and said in a voice full of nostalgia: "My father got married late. He married my mother when he was thirty years old."
“Then I was born.”
"My father always said that I was his first child, so I had to take care of him and do everything for him personally."
"So this courtyard was designed by Aye with great care. It follows the order of the flowers of the four seasons, so that the flowers bloom year after year."
“So it’s called—Treasure Pavilion.”
Xie Zhiyan leaned down at some point. His gaze was too quiet, like a boundless lake, carrying a hint of the aroma of wine, and brushed silently across her cheek.
"so……"
He paused, and in his silent scrutiny, he seemed to be confirming something.
"Madam was hidden in the Treasure Pavilion by Aye."
"The only treasure."
"Is it right?"
Sheng Puzhu's cheeks flushed, her lips, which were more beautiful than the camellia in the garden, opened slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she didn't dare to look at him.
"Are you drunk?" She turned her head and asked after a long time.
Xie Zhiyan didn't say anything, but just raised his hand, pinched her small jaw with his cold fingertips, and applied a little force, forcing her to raise her head.
"Am I drunk?" he asked hoarsely.
Sheng Puzhu's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "He must be drunk."
She raised her eyes and met his dark pupils. The distance was too close, and she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him, which almost enveloped her and made it impossible to avoid it.
"The sobering soup is warm in the kitchen. I'll have someone bring it to you." Sheng Puzhu tried her best to calm herself down. She actually felt absurdly that he wanted to kiss her.
It was not until a long time that Xie Zhiyan let go of his hand. He didn't know if it was because he was drunk, but his usually restrained brows and eyes showed an unprecedented relaxation, and his deep facial features looked sharper than ever.
He just stared at her, his cold and straightforward gaze tracing her eyebrows and eyes inch by inch. His eyes were dark, as if he wanted to peel her apart bit by bit with his eyes and then eat her up.
Until Sheng Puzhu's palm, which was slightly sweaty, pushed open the door of the boudoir that she had not stepped into for a long time.
The styrax mixed with the elegant scent of camellia in the garden, brewing an almost intoxicating fragrance, which poured out from the tightly closed door and silently soaked people.
This familiar sweet fragrance.
Xie Zhiyan seemed to be thinking about something.
In fact, ever since he came back from Yumen Pass, he has been surrounded by this subtle, delicate, sweet fragrance, which was like a kind of oath, making the Yunyu Hall he once knew become unfamiliar. However, the fragrance in the Treasure Pavilion now was just the opposite, turning the oath into a silent possession.
This was clearly a place he had never set foot in, but because of this familiar smell, everything seemed familiar.
"I'm going to take a shower." Xie Zhiyan paused slightly. He should have gone inside, but suddenly remembered that this was not Yunyu Hall.
Sheng Puzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he might be really drunk.
She gathered her thoughts and stepped directly in. She turned around and smiled at him: "The bathroom is in the inner room. My dear, please follow me."
"Okay." Xie Zhiyan nodded, as calm as ever.
Sheng Puzhu turned her head to look at him from time to time, feeling inexplicably nervous. She couldn't quite grasp this strange feeling, as if she was being stared at by a dormant beast, and she didn't know when her neck would be bitten through by its sharp fangs.
In the bathroom, hot water and clothes were already prepared. The moment they pushed the door open, the steam blurred their vision.
Sheng Puzhu stood in front of the bathtub, tested the temperature with her fingertips, and was about to turn around when she heard the rustling sound of clothes falling to the ground behind her.
“What are you doing…”
What?
Before she finished speaking, she saw the smooth muscle lines of the man's body under the light, his thin and narrow waist, the deep indentation of his waist that was full of strength, and the ridge-like texture that finally disappeared under his snow-white baggy pants.
Is this correct?
She hasn't gone out yet.
Not really.
"Why did you take it off, sir?" Sheng Puzhu asked vaguely.
Xie Zhiyan looked over, frowned suspiciously, and said in a faint voice: "Bathing and removing clothes are etiquette."
Etiquette?
The problem is! There is still a little girl in the bathroom who hasn't left.
Is he so drunk that he treats her as air?
Sheng Puzhu raised her head blankly, her gaze moved around and finally fell on the man's beautiful figure.
She praised him in her heart, but felt shy so she covered her eyes with her hands and peeked through her fingers. Her feet were rooted to the ground and she had no intention of leaving.
The water is filled with mist and the candlelight is dim.
Xie Zhiyan stepped into the bathtub, and the splashing water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair and slid down the taut skin on his back.
"lady."
"Hmm?" Sheng Puzhu moved one hand away.
Xie Zhiyan looked her in the eye calmly: "You want to take a bath too?"
There was still confusion in his eyes.
Sheng Puzhu was so frightened that she trembled all over and quickly shook her head at him: "No, no, no, I have other bathrooms in this yard. My dear, there is no need to be so polite."
Xie Zhiyan raised his chin slightly, and said in a somewhat indifferent manner: "Then Madam, please leave. Do not look at or listen to anything indecent."
"Since Madam doesn't bathe, that's not what a gentleman does."
"I'll leave now." Sheng Puzhu turned her face away, her cheeks burning as if on fire.
She secretly regretted that she shouldn't have been so optimistic and thought that he could do whatever he wanted when he was drunk.
She was thinking about something and couldn't help feeling guilty. Even after she finished showering and wrung out her hair, the redness on Sheng Puzhu's cheeks had not faded. She took a deep breath and walked into the inner room.
Xie Zhiyan sat upright in front of the desk where she usually practiced calligraphy, her knuckles clasping the teacup, her eyes clear, not a trace of drunkenness on her face.
"My dear?" Sheng Puzhu was extremely nervous and called out tentatively.
Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes, his clear gaze falling on her slightly red cheeks.
"What does Madam want to say?"
Is he drunk or not? She just peeked at him and wondered if he still remembered.
Sheng Puzhu stood far enough away from him: "Are you awake, my dear?"
Xie Zhiyan didn't say anything, but tapped lightly on the table with his cold white fingertips, on which lay an empty white porcelain bowl.
oh.
She has already drunk the sobering soup, so she should be sober now. She hopes he won't remember her previous recklessness. After all, it is normal for people to forget things when drunk. She hopes he will do the same.
Thinking of this, Sheng Puzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then... then it's time for me to go to bed."
After she finished speaking, she tiptoed into the inner room. Before the curtain was lowered, she saw the man stand up and approach her step by step.
"lady."
"Still watching?"
Xie Zhiyan leaned down, and the two of them were extremely close. His slightly damp temples, the scent of soap on his body after bathing, and even his slightly rolling Adam's apple were all presented to her without reservation.
"look?"
"What are you looking at?" Sheng Puzhu's body trembled slightly. Although he already had a bad premonition, his eyes were still wide open with incredible surprise.
He placed his fingertips on the laces of the dress, and with his still-wet fingers he exerted a little force, causing the soft fabric to fall to the ground like flowing water. His movements were so slow that it was almost a torture, but those eyes were staring at her without blinking.
"Don't you like to watch, Madam?" Xie Zhiyan's lips suddenly curled up and he asked in a low voice.
Sheng Puzhu wanted to shake her head like a rattle and hurriedly explained, "My dear, you misunderstood."
"How could that be called peeping? I stayed because I was worried that my husband might get drunk and fall in the bathroom, so I stayed behind."
"Is that so?" Xie Zhiyan pursed his lips, his eyes becoming playful.
"yes."
"Heaven and earth are my conscience. My care for you, my lover, is witnessed by heaven and earth, and can be expressed by the sun and the moon."
"It's purely out of concern."
Sheng Puzhu knelt on the bed, supporting her knees with her hands nervously, and spoke in a delicate tone.
"In that case."
Xie Zhiyan nodded slightly and said word by word, "Then I can't deny Madam's hard work."
"Since I got married, I have neglected self-reflection and have been negligent in upholding family ties."
"I should have compensated Madam earlier, but I was worried about her health, so I didn't dare to act rashly."
Sheng Puzhu's pupils trembled, and she racked her brains and said, "My dear, there is no need to reflect on yourself. Since you returned home, you have treated me with respect, which is a manifestation of your love and affection as a couple."
"My dear, your kindness is truly heartfelt to me."
"No need...no need to deliberately make up for it."
By the end of her speech, her voice was trembling.
Between the two of them, one sitting and the other standing.
Xie Zhiyan seems elegant and reserved, but in fact he is condescending and always has the final say.
He inched closer to her, his dark eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke solemnly, "It's been three days since our last time."
"Madam's injury has healed. If I slack off, it would mean I'm neglecting my wife after marriage, and that would be a violation of the Xie family rules."
Ridiculous! Is this how clan rules are used?
Sheng Puzhu shuddered. She felt that she should explain something, but even if she had a hundred mouths, she still couldn't beat him.
"Madam, don't you want to?" Xie Zhiyan's voice suddenly became cold, each word was clear, and his attitude was more solemn than the court meeting.
"How could that be? It's just that this is my boudoir before I get married. It's not quite appropriate." Sheng Puzhu was a little flustered and laughed dryly.
It's not a question of willingness or not, it's just that her body is too small to accommodate everything about him.
She was afraid that she would be knocked to death on the bed by his unreserved strength, not to mention that she had to go out tomorrow and had important things to do.
No, no.
When Sheng Puzhu thought about not being able to get out of bed, he shook his head inwardly.
"A boudoir is not a Taoist temple, there is nothing inappropriate."
"Besides, you and I are already married, husband and wife."
"The bond between husband and wife is to be together day and night, and that is as it should be."
Xie Zhiyan raised his hand, and his broad palm covered the pair of slightly shining, shimmering almond eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Sheng Puzhu just felt that he was tripped by something, and then the world was spinning.
The hanging gauze of the bed was like the lingering mist in the bathroom. She fell into a soft cloud. The lights in the room were out and the endless darkness swallowed her.
Sheng Puzhu blinked her eyes. Someone lifted up the back of her neck, and the thin callus pressed against her delicate skin, causing a tingling sensation.
Then she heard Xie Zhiyan ask in a cold and restrained voice, "Seven times a night, Madam, are you okay with that?"
Seven times?
What seven times?
Sheng Puzhu couldn't believe what he heard.
Oh my God! Is he sober? Who was the lunatic who told him that he could have sex seven times a night?
Fortunately, she didn't have to answer this question at all. She just heard Xie Zhiyan sigh.
"I know Madam is not in good physical condition. I'm afraid she can't last seven times."
"Madam, don't be anxious. You will get used to it over time."
Sheng Puzhu was so angry that she wanted to bite him to death.
But she never expected that the first thing she bit was the man's slightly open lips.
Restraint and rules.
It's more like a trial that follows a script and steps by step.
He stroked the neck that was forced to be raised, causing the snow-white skin to tense suddenly. Because it was too sudden, a short whimper like a cat came from the throat.
"Thank you Zhiyan."
"You, um..."
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