Chapter 2 Chapter 2 "It is natural for husband and wife to respect each other."...
Praying to gods and Buddhas is for psychological comfort, but considering the reality——
First of all, it was impossible for that place to be smashed down. Secondly, Sheng Puzhu thought of Xie Zhiyan's dignified and calm demeanor without the slightest bit of embarrassment, and frowned slightly as he thought, wow, he's really good at pretending.
Xie Zhiyan and his elders went to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors.
"Mammy, I'm so tired." Sheng Puzhu returned to Yunyu Hall alone, and then leaned back on the armchair as if he had no bones, feeling the despair of a sword hanging over his head.
She spoke in a drawn-out tone, and despite her dazzling little face, she looked like an eggplant hit by frost, extremely wilted.
Nanny Du knew her temper and was afraid that something was bothering her, so she stepped forward and coaxed her, "My dear mistress, your husband has just returned home. You must not be so lazy right now. If word gets out, you'll be criticized."
Sheng Puzhu sighed with melancholy. Thinking of what he would have to face tonight, he shrunk further into his chair, his voice sounding weak: "I can't care about that anymore..."
She was in a bad mood. She turned her head and looked out the window at the heavy snow. It was as if she was back to her wedding night. And that thing was completely different from what was written in the storybook. They were not compatible, and he was also incredibly strong. Fortunately, he received an urgent report from the army and left home in a hurry, otherwise it would have happened more than once...
Sheng Puzhu closed her eyes, supported her cheek with one hand and curled up in the armchair, revealing a drooping neck that was so white that it was almost transparent.
Whenever she thought of what happened on her wedding night, her pale pink fingertips trembled slightly, and she felt a burning sensation in her body, as if a storm was about to come. Her ankles were slender, and her legs unconsciously came together.
What he gave her was too big for her size.
The most terrible feeling was as if her soul was being squeezed dry and crushed, and then nourished into a fresh body again.
With this uneasy feeling, on the verge of losing control, she gently bit the tip of her tongue.
Ah! I can't let my imagination run wild any longer.
Sheng Puzhu sat up, her almond-shaped eyes were full of water, as if they contained stars from the sky. She walked to the dressing table with weak hands and feet and gave instructions to Li Shuang behind her.
"Please help me take off the hairpin on my head first."
Her gaze fell into the mirror, and she saw the light red spreading from her earlobes to the sides of her neck, her waist as slender as a willow, soft but not weak, and even her scattered hair had a soft sweet fragrance.
"At night, change into the bridal gown embroidered with hundreds of butterflies flying through flowers, and wear a magnolia-colored chiffon nightgown. Remember to fumigate it with frankincense before you put it on." Sheng Puzhu moistened his lips with tea, his voice still hoarse.
Just at this moment, she caught a glimpse of a distinguished and elegant figure approaching.
Xie Zhiyan was already standing outside the curtain.
The afterglow was about to set, making the silent figure outside the curtain look even more slender and elegant.
Sheng Puzhu gathered her thick black silky black hair, which made her hands look even more slender and graceful. Her porcelain-white face was only the size of a palm. Without the hairpins and jewelry, and without the piles of pearls and jade, her extreme plainness revealed a breathtakingly rich color.
She didn't expect Xie Zhiyan to come back so quickly. She stood up hurriedly, turned seamlessly around and went behind the screen, pretending to be busy to open the closet.
“…” As far as the eye could see, there were cabinets filled with all her own clothes.
A few days ago, she asked people to go to the clothing factory to make clothes for Xie Zhiyan. Where did she put them?
Sheng Puzhu pondered deeply.
At the critical moment, her useless brain went blank.
Sheng Puju pursed her plump and tempting lips and looked at Li Shuang anxiously. She blinked, and her thick, slightly curled eyelashes were like the gently flapping wings of a butterfly, revealing a hint of urgency.
But it's too late!
Xie Zhiyan walked towards her, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, and his long legs stepped into the house. She had to take at least two small steps.
Sheng Puzhu hesitated for a moment before decisively going forward.
"Greetings to my dear husband." Her eyes were gentle, her hands were spread out and crossed in front of her chest, and she knelt slightly to salute.
The man's black armor had been removed and it was obvious that he had simply cleaned it. He stood there without the fierce aura he had in military uniform, but his face was elegant and reserved, and even his bones were perfectly proportioned. His indifferent eyes passed over her and fell on the antique display case behind him.
He did not hide it, but looked frankly at the courtyard where he had lived for more than ten years before leaving home. In just two years, he could no longer find anything he remembered.
Sheng Puzhu tilted her head slightly, her thick, long eyelashes trembling, and asked in a very soft voice, "Sir, would you like to take a bath first, or have dinner first?"
Xie Zhiyan finally withdrew his gaze, turned his face slightly, and said in a cold and flat tone: "Take a shower first."
Sheng Puzhu's heart was already pounding like crazy, but the smile on her face was gentler than ever: "The water has been prepared. It's just the right moment to relieve your fatigue after your long journey."
Her beautiful eyes gently swept over him, with an elusive scrutiny and suspicion hidden in them.
"Yeah." Xie Zhiyan was extremely perceptive. He noticed her staring at him but pretended not to know.
Very curious, what to do!
It was obvious that she had read too many storybooks and thought she had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, but she was a novice in practical operation, having only done it once.
Sheng Puzhu was very nervous, but he tried his best to suppress his surging thoughts.
The man had a blank expression on his face, and nothing could be seen wrong with him from the outside. Not only did his face look taller and more dignified, but even his demeanor was flawless.
Now that her husband has returned home, it is natural for them to continue their relationship. Apart from the fact that it is not compatible, she cannot refuse it outright.
If she had been accidentally injured by her abacus before, then at least... at least she would have had more time to escape for a few days.
In short, even if we take a step back, it was all his fault for coming home early and catching her off guard.
well.
Sheng Puzhu sighed in her heart, well, since they are husband and wife, why should they worry about so many things? Escaping is not something a girl like her who is born proud would do. She should pretend to be virtuous for now.
"My dear, do you need me to help you bathe?"
Xie Zhiyan was silent for a moment, did not answer her, and walked into the bathroom.
Does keeping silent mean consent?
Sheng Puzhu glanced at the man's receding back without any expression and followed him silently.
"Madam, these are the clothes." Li Shuang seized the opportunity and stepped forward holding the clothes.
Sheng Puzhu thought to herself that her maid was indeed the most flexible at critical moments, just as smart as she was.
"My dear, please bring in some clean clothes for you."
Sheng Puzhu held something in her arms and lifted the bamboo curtain in front of the bathroom door with one hand, but only half of her pretty face could be seen.
In the bathroom, white mist was like a pool of flowing moonlight. Water vapor condensed, and occasionally one or two drops fell from the beam onto the inky black bricks, making a dripping sound.
The dim candlelight was suppressed by the hot and humid air. Even breathing was too humid, as if surrounded by an invisible laziness.
The collar of Xie Zhiyan's wide robe had been ripped open, revealing the snow-white clothes underneath. He supported himself on the edge of the tub with his arms, his brow furrowed as he stared at the creature floating on the water.
Roses, peonies, lilacs... petals of various colors fell into his eyes. The fragrance of the flowers was smoked by the heat, brewing an almost intoxicating fragrance, sweet but not greasy, which could soak people.
From the moment he stepped into Yunyu Hall, he was surrounded by this subtle and delicate fragrance, which was like a reminder, or even more like a vow.
Looking around, the bathroom was filled with the things he used before leaving home. Nothing was missing, not even the same place had been moved. Everything should have been familiar, but everything seemed unfamiliar to him.
"My dear?" Sheng Puzhu called out again.
"Just put it on the shelf at the back." Xie Zhiyan finally retracted his gaze and looked at her.
Sheng Puzhu just met his eyes, which were not very clear through the hazy white mist. Instead, his eyes seemed dark and deep, as if he could see through people, silent but compelling.
Her eyelashes trembled twice, as if she was distracted for a moment. She slowly raised her hand to tuck a strand of black hair behind her ear and said, "The clothes, shoes and socks are all newly made for you, my love. I had them washed and dried in the sun long ago."
Xie Zhiyan turned his gaze slightly and said, "Thank you, Madam."
Hidden in the mist, the figure that was clearly close at hand was blurred by the heat.
Because of this, Sheng Puzhu was able to raise his head boldly and directly. He was tall, with broad and sharp shoulders and neck. Even when he lowered his eyes, he gave people a feeling of looking down from a high position.
That kind of oppression was innate to him, and even though he always kept his emotions restrained, it still made people feel awe.
He is a natural born superior.
Thinking of this, Sheng Puzhu couldn't help but shiver, not because of the cold, but because of an inexplicable stuffiness.
The mist penetrated the thin material of her clothes, as if retaining the heat on her skin. With the bathtub between them, everything became sticky. His vague gaze seemed to have substance, pressing her to the point of almost suffocating her.
It's like a dream...
His palms were cold, but that was—very hot.
"Huh..." Sheng Puzhu exhaled a breath of hot air and thought to himself, stop it quickly!
She moved her toes and took half a step forward, invisibly shortening the distance between them. She raised her hands tentatively, and seeing that he was just looking at her calmly, she gently placed them on the jade button below his collar.
"My dear husband, your return coincides with a good harvest and a snowy season, which is a rare auspicious sign."
Sheng Puzhu's movements were slow and unskillful. Thinking of the heavy snow in Chang'an City, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "So... what is Yumen Pass like?"
"The bright moon will rise from the Qilian Mountains, yellow sand will fill the sky, and the snow on the mountains will never melt." Xie Zhiyan leaned down slightly and saw her slender fingers falling on the gold and jade leather belt. She must have never done such a thing before, and the laces and buttons were almost tangled into a knot.
He raised his hand and helped her unfasten the intricate gold and jade buckles on her leather belt.
Sheng Puzhu bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the last piece of white clothing on his body.
"Madam." The hand that fell on his collar was suddenly held by the man's broad palm.
"Huh?" Sheng Puzhu didn't react at first.
Xie Zhiyan looked at the not-so-obvious dark red color on the side of his arm, and thought of the arrow wound that had not yet completely healed. He paused and looked over with a slightly frown.
The candlelight, wrapped in a white mist like gauze, fell on her, outlining her graceful figure, and giving her an overly bright little face, and smart and innocent eyes.
He pondered for a moment, thinking that as a young lady who was brought up in such a big family, she had probably never seen such a bloody scene. If he offended her, it would seem that he did not know the rules.
"Don't bother me with the rest, Madam." Xie Zhiyan couldn't help but increase the strength of his palm and gently brushed her hand away.
It has come to this.
Let her go now?
Sheng Puzhu was very angry, but of course he was still unwilling to give up.
She slowly narrowed her eyes, and took advantage of the mist to stare at his lower abdomen more brazenly, but unfortunately, even through a layer of cloth, her sight could not penetrate.
How can I be willing to give up halfway?
Thinking of this, Sheng Puzhu decided to go all out and pretended to stumble on the spot.
With quick eyes and hands, he was determined to pull out the piece of cloth that was in the way.
As luck would have it, one of them pretended not to stand firmly, and the other believed it.
The two of them took a step forward at the same time and bumped into each other.
The tip of Sheng Puzhu's nose hit the man's hard chest, making her eyes tear up. When her vision became clear again, she met those deep and gloomy eyes.
"Madam." He clearly didn't say anything, but those two short words conveyed a seriousness that brooked no room for argument.
Sheng Puzhu was staring at him in silence, and actually had the illusion that a disaster was about to happen.
Forget it, I won't bother with him. I still don't understand his temper at the moment, so it's best to stop at the right time.
"Mammy, I want to take a bath too. I'm almost exhausted."
Sheng Puzhu walked to the outer room and acted coquettishly towards Madam Du. She urgently needed a flower petal bath to divert her attention.
Nanny Du knew very well that her young master was spoiled and lazy, so she had prepared the bath and bathing water long ago.
"Madam, may I take you to the small bathroom in the wing?"
Sheng Puzhu nodded: "Madam is still considerate of me."
In a corner of the bathroom, she specially lit her favorite goose pear scent.
The white mist climbs on the veil and wanders around, gathering and dispersing without reason.
The flickering candlelight fell on Sheng Puzhu's white shoulders, rippling slightly. Her creamy skin, set against her thick black hair like silk, showed her both dignified and charming beauty.
Nanny Du used a silver spoon to scoop out a special ointment, warmed it in her palm first, and then gently applied it to her fair back.
Sheng Puzhu leaned lazily on the edge of the bathtub, like a calico cat taking a nap. Her eyes fell on her flat white belly, and some blurry and confusing images flashed before her eyes very quickly.
She didn't know whether it was the shadow left by that night or the "nightmare" she often had, but in her memory, when her body was imprisoned, her flat belly bulged at the moment her soul was pierced.
Thinking of this, she poked the skin with her fingertips with a little force, and a light red finger mark spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
How could such a delicate and precious creature withstand his strength?
Although I didn't find out anything from Xie Zhiyan just now, but... it is likely that it will not affect tonight.
Sheng Puzhu's heart was tense.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the ointment in Nanny Du's hand.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to my mind.
In short, be prepared in advance for a visit from your "little husband". This is called preparing for a rainy day.
And then by the way...
One last try.
Sheng Puzhu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Mammy, do you still remember the medicine that my grandmother secretly gave me on the night of my wedding?"
"I remember my grandmother repeatedly telling me that the ointment was precious and that applying a little bit to any wound would stop the bleeding and reduce the swelling."
"Madam... do you want to use it now..." Madam Du hesitated to speak.
Sheng Puzhu curled her lips and said matter-of-factly, "My husband has returned from the battlefield, and he must be injured. As his wife, I must be considerate. Since I have such a good thing, I naturally cannot hide it."
"But, that plaster was prepared for my wife after she has a sexual relationship." Aunt Du explained in a dry voice.
Sheng Puzhu nodded: "I know, they are all for promoting blood circulation and reducing swelling, so they must be effective for wounds as well."
It doesn't matter where you treat it, since they are all used inside the body.
As the most intelligent, gentle and considerate young lady in the world, Sheng Puju felt that it was right for her to keep a backup plan. In case Bai Yusuanpan had really hurt him accidentally before, this way would be tactful enough, and there was no need to be so direct and reckless as to expose someone's scars.
Aunt Du felt strange, but also felt that whatever her master said was right: "...That's right."
He immediately took out a palm-sized box from a hidden box and handed it forward.
Sheng Puzhu took it and opened it, looking at the sky-blue porcelain jar with a lid, which was about the same size as a rouge box, and fell into deep thought.
*
The night is getting dark, there is no moon today, and the brilliance of a few broken stars falls on the girl's half-dry hair.
Sheng Puzhu stood in front of the bedroom door, took a deep breath, and then reached out and pushed the door open firmly.
The room was quiet. Li Shuang and a few others had already retreated far away, leaving only a silver-gilt eight-treasure lantern behind the screen.
The two looked at each other.
Xie Zhiyan was half leaning on the bed, his clothes were loose, but because of his slightly tilted shoulder, the collar could vaguely reveal the cold white skin on the front of his collarbone. From his sharp jaw to his slightly protruding Adam's apple, and then following the shadow down, there were the perfect lines of his shoulders and neck as tight as a crescent moon.
He held the book in his hand without looking at her, with a cold profile and thin, sexy lips.
Sheng Puzhu walked towards him, getting closer and closer.
Until the man's slender fingertips casually turned a page, the paper made an abrupt sound in the quiet night, more like a silent urging.
"My dear." Sheng Puzhu bowed to him, her soft eyebrows and eyes covered with a little moisture, like a full flower about to bloom.
The flowers have a rich fragrance, with an almost intoxicating aroma. It is not just sweet, but more like the elegant moonlight that is shattered and scattered on the sweet buds.
Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes, the warm fragrance mixed with the translucent skin of the girl, her black hair like a waterfall. Even if she was not wearing any makeup, light or heavy makeup would always be suitable for her.
He lowered his head and counted his breaths in silence, then said calmly, "What's the matter?"
Sheng Puzhu was completely unaware. Holding a small porcelain jar in both hands, she spoke with dignity and decorum, "Ointment, a miraculous medicine for treating injuries and promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. My dear, you said you were injured when you bathed earlier. I will apply the ointment for you."
Xie Zhiyan curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
“No need.”
"I can apply the medicine myself. It's inconvenient for you."
He rested one arm on his knee, his eyes seemed to be a little playful, and his bony hand put down the book. As he moved, the laces of his clothes loosened, and the material slipped off, revealing his broad shoulders and back.
As he spoke, a drop of water fell from the end of his wet hair onto his tense abdomen, then slid into the edge of his silk trousers and disappeared.
inconvenient?
Sheng Puzhu's grip on the ointment tightened, his heart pounding wildly. Was he referring to the inconvenience...
hiss--
Does this mean she can avoid any close contact with her "young husband" tonight?
She did good deeds every day, and the Bodhisattva really favored her!
Sheng Puzhu's heart, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed. The corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably. For the first time, she gave him a smile from the heart and quickly put away the ointment.
"It's getting late. I'll go and wring the moisture out of my hair."
Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes and looked at her calmly: "Okay."
Sheng Puzhu went to the outer room and waved for the maid to come in.
The hanging hair is first wiped with soft silk, and when it looks almost done, it is dried with charcoal fire, and then carefully applied with special ointment, and then tied into a loose bun with a gold and jade butterfly hairpin.
"My wife."
"Do we need to prepare water at night?" Nanny Du suddenly asked in a low voice.
Sheng Puzhu was stunned and looked quietly into the inner room. It was so quiet that even the breathing seemed shallow. He must be asleep.
"Water... no need, I won't need it tonight." She made this decision with peace of mind.
After everyone left, Sheng Puzhu tiptoed into the inner room. The tent was lowered, and he could vaguely see a slender figure lying down.
The breath that had been hanging in her heart was completely relieved. Without thinking too much, she raised her hand, opened the brocade quilt that belonged to her alone, and lay down beside him.
The two of them were so close that they could touch each other with just the slightest movement, but before she could react, he pressed her down neatly.
The aura around him was so aggressive, and his whole body exuded a rare sense of oppression.
"Husband?" Sheng Puzhu shuddered slightly and looked at him with wide eyes.
What's the meaning?
His actions left her a little overwhelmed.
Xie Zhiyan lowered his head and looked into her eyes, with an unspeakable depth in his eyes.
"It is natural for husband and wife to respect each other."
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