Chapter 20 Chapter 20 “I’m afraid tomorrow and the day after tomorrow…
At night, in the camellia garden in front of the Treasure Pavilion.
"My wife."
"Is this really okay?" Madam Du held high the glass screen and painted palace lantern in her hand. She leaned forward and asked cautiously in a low voice.
Sheng Puzhu squatted under a camellia tree. The snow on the ground had not melted yet, and her jade-colored satin cloud-shaped brocade shoes made a "crunching" sound when she stepped on it.
"It should be possible."
"Last year, on my grandmother's birthday, my eldest brother set off fireworks at Shouchunju. I saw it from afar and saw how it was done." She was wrapped tightly in a snow-white fox fur cloak with a lapel, and a furry wind collar was tied around her neck.
After Sheng Puzhu thrust the bamboo tube into the snow with great effort, she looked around and saw that the lights in the corridor had been turned off. It was quiet all around, so she clapped her hands and stood up.
"Mammy, a fire stick."
"My lady, be careful."
"If it really doesn't work, let the old servant come?" Madam Du asked nervously.
The night is deep and the dew is heavy, the snow falls silently.
Sheng Puzhu squatted on the ground, holding the fire starter in his fingertips, but he didn't dare to get close to the firework stuck in the snow.
It would be great if my brother was at home, but unfortunately he left for Fanyang early this morning. What if I send someone to look for my second brother now?
When Sheng Puzhu thought of this, he quickly shook his head and rejected it.
My second elder brother is always unreliable at critical moments. As the year draws to a close, the Imperial College will hold an examination. If my second elder brother does not perform well again, he will definitely be punished by my grandfather to kneel in the ancestral hall.
Sheng Puzhu was holding a fire starter and was obviously distracted. The white mist exhaled from her lips and teeth floated in the air, blurring her vision.
There was a rustling sound from the low narcissus bushes behind the camellia garden.
"Why is Big Sister alone?"
"People say it's romantic for a man to set off fireworks for his wife."
"Why don't you see Sanlang Xie?"
Sheng Puyao was ruthless in destroying flowers and had already broken several daffodils. She was slowly weaving garlands with the branches, muttering to herself behind her.
"Sanlang of the Xie family is my eldest sister's husband. We should call him brother-in-law. If grandma knew about it, she would scold you for being unruly." Sheng Mingya patted her.
Sheng Puyao didn't care. She bit the pine nut candy in her mouth and said vaguely, "How could that be possible?"
"Even Li Nu is asleep at this hour, and Xie Sanlang hasn't returned home yet. If Third Sister doesn't tell me what I said tonight, no one will know that I called him Xie Sanlang."
"Oh." Sheng Puyao sighed.
"Compared to the Sanlang of the Xie family, I still prefer the one from the Pei family..."
Before she finished her words, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure stepping across the moonlight and walking past the corridor behind them.
His black cloak was covered with snow flakes, and he was strolling leisurely in the garden, but there was frost and snow between his brows. His shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow. When his eyes gently fell, they were filled with a distant and cold look.
The two sisters froze at the same time and slowly turned their heads.
"Sister...brother-in-law." Sheng Puyao showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and Sheng Mingya was not much better.
"Yeah." Xie Zhiyan nodded slightly, his calm eyes casually sweeping over them.
The two sisters were frightened again and their scalps went numb.
After Xie Zhiyan walked away, Sheng Mingya quickly covered Sheng Puyao's mouth and warned her in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Big sister is already married, and they look very loving."
"Don't mention Pei Jia Wulang again in the future."
"Not even in private."
Sheng Puyao is young, but not ignorant.
She nodded quickly, "Third sister, I really know I was wrong. I will never mention him again."
"Brother-in-law, did you hear what I said just now?" She curled up into a ball in fear.
Sheng Mingya hugged the frightened young lady into her arms and patted her, saying calmly, "Don't be afraid."
"Those are all things of the past. There are countless men with the surname Pei in this world."
"You just missed a few words. I can't make out anything."
Sheng Puyao was frightened and her face turned pale and she couldn't speak for a long time.
Under the fiery red camellia.
Sheng Puzhu's fingertips were red from the cold. She held the lighter tightly and moved tremblingly towards the fuse of the fireworks. When the spark was about to light up, a gust of wind blew by, and she was so scared that she closed her eyes and shrank back.
It seemed that she was not as courageous as he thought.
The moonlight was like water and mist, spreading over her pretty figure, making her face look even more natural and beautiful, with a bright and flamboyant look that was full of charm.
Compared to last night, when her hair was wet with sweat, she was crying tenderly, and most of her body was buried in the sheets by him, he actually had the desire to press her into the crimson camellia flowers, forcing her to cry and shout his name again because she could not bear it anymore.
Xie Zhiyan thought he might be crazy for being so reckless.
He stood silently in the shadow of the corridor column, his eyes deep, and his fingertips slowly pressed the mutton-fat jade ring on his right thumb. This was an action he would only do when he needed to calm down.
Sheng Puzhu rubbed his frozen wrist and was about to stand up angrily.
Suddenly, a breath that made people feel more at a loss than the cold night came from behind.
The dark black cloak, wrapped in the sharp scent of cypress, enveloped her tightly.
Xie Zhiyan had been there for an unknown amount of time. His broad palms silently lifted up her hands that were holding the fire starter. His hands were obviously not much hotter than hers, but the moment they touched her fingertips, they felt a burning sensation.
"Why not?"
"Afraid?" The man's low voice rolled over her ears, causing Sheng Puzhu's body to tremble slightly and even her breathing to become disordered.
His hands seemed to have lost all their strength and he could hardly hold the tinder.
Before she turned around, the man's palm moved forward for a moment, firmly wrapping around her cold fingers.
"I."
Sheng Puzhu pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid of being too close, in case it explodes."
"Yeah." Xie Zhiyan seemed to smile, his chest pressed against her back, shaking slightly.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Sheng Puzhu was still afraid, but he held her in his arms and she had no way to retreat, so she could only shrink into his arms.
Xie Zhiyan raised his hand, clasped her waist tightly with his palm, and said slowly: "If it explodes, I will protect you."
"Don't hide." He was obviously in a very good mood. His thin lips were almost touching her earlobe, and he sighed softly.
"Yeah." Sheng Puzhu's face was almost red as blood. This posture was too intimate, and Nanny Du was watching from the side.
He held her hand tightly and pushed it forward with the lit tinder.
"laugh--"
The moment the fuse was lit, Sheng Puju wanted to hide, but he held her body down by grabbing her slender waist.
Fireworks shot up into the sky, and with a loud bang, they shone like stars, exploding with colorful colors.
Sheng Puzhu raised his head, his eyes reflecting a bright light, and he forgot to breathe for a moment. His clear and bright eyes were filled with unreserved joy.
"My dear."
"Thank you." She turned her eyes and looked at him.
Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes and looked over. Fireworks were blooming in her eyes, her lips were slightly opened in surprise, the furry collar was pressed against her delicate chin, and even the moonlight in the sky became a backdrop.
"lady……"
Xie Zhiyan's voice paused slightly, his eyes expressionless, but his tone was a little heavier than usual, "No need to be so polite."
He couldn't explain why, but he felt an inexplicable annoyance at the fact that she had always been extremely polite to him.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't be feeling this way.
He should feel relieved that his wife is polite and considerate.
Sheng Puzhu's eyes and heart were filled with the smell of the fireworks, and she didn't notice Xie Zhiyan's unpredictable emotions at all.
She smiled and took out a clean, unscented handkerchief from her sleeve, twisted her waist, and easily broke free from his arms.
Sheng Puzhu wiped the outer rim of the bamboo tube with a snow-white embroidered handkerchief after it had been set off, and then folded the handkerchief carefully and put it into her sleeve.
"Madam, what are you doing?" Xie Zhiyan bent down and pulled the bamboo tube out of the snow. He was obviously puzzled by her previous behavior.
"Oh, nothing."
"I'm just curious about how these fireworks are made. They are so magical." Sheng Puzhu made up an excuse.
"Mainly used are sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal." Xie Zhiyan said casually.
"Huh?" Sheng Puzhu was surprised. He didn't expect that he could give an answer so quickly.
Xie Zhiyan looked at her, his lips twitching slightly, his eyes suddenly darkening. "In the previous battle with the Turks, they obtained something called 'fire thunder' from merchants in the Western Regions, which caused heavy casualties among my men."
Sheng Puzhu looked at the bamboo tube in his hand in disbelief.
"Later I discovered that the production of 'fire bombs' is very similar to fireworks, except that the formula is tweaked and tallow is added."
After hearing this, Sheng Puzhu felt a wave of fear. The battlefield was dangerous, and "fireworks" would probably bring back some bad memories for him.
Thinking of this, Sheng Puzhu felt an inexplicable sour feeling well up. She cleared her throat, silently took out a pine nut candy from the pouch hanging on her waist and asked, "Would you like some, my dear?"
The year Aye passed away, Puyao sometimes cried at night and she couldn't comfort her no matter what she did. Later, she learned a method. Whenever Puyao cried, she would stuff pine nut candy into her mouth.
Therefore, in Sheng Puzhu's heart, pine nut candy is a panacea that can soothe sadness.
Xie Zhiyan stared at the amber candy standing on her snow-white palm, and instinctively frowned, wanting to refuse.
But the piece of candy was held carefully in her soft palm, like a rare treasure.
He sighed silently and bent down as if possessed by a ghost.
The tip of my tongue rolled across her smooth palm, and the sweet taste of pine nut candy instantly exploded between my lips and teeth. It was her unique fragrance, and my throat rolled silently.
"Hmm." Sheng Puzhu exclaimed in surprise the moment the warm and wet feeling fell.
She felt as if the palm of her hand was burned by fire, and numbness burst out from that small piece of skin and spread throughout her body in an instant.
How could this be possible! He is such a respectable man.
This is outside.
No!
Not even in the room.
Sheng Puzhu's heart was beating fast. Looking at his lips, she couldn't help but think of the time he slid from her neck all the way to...
Although it was just a light kiss, such an extraordinary action almost cost her life.
"You!!!" Sheng Puzhu pursed her lips, wanting to blame him for being a jerk, but her eyes fell on his hand holding the bamboo tube of fireworks, and the cold white skin was stained with black stains.
In this situation, it seems that he can only use his mouth.
Sheng Puju gave a reason that was enough to convince herself: forget it, it was a small matter, she was a generous girl and should not care about it.
It was a snowy night, dark and quiet.
The two returned to the house and took a bath.
Sheng Puzhu didn't feel too tired after waking up during the day. But when she was finally able to lie down, she felt as if all the bones in her body were about to fall apart. Not only were her hands and feet weak, but they were also very sore and swollen.
If Nanny Du was on night watch, she would definitely ask Nanny to massage her and apply a hot towel, but unfortunately the person sleeping next to her was Xie Zhiyan.
Not to mention bothering such a noble man to do it, even thinking about it is a sin.
Sheng Puzhu kicked her toes in the brocade quilt. Her calves were sore that she couldn't sleep well. She tossed and turned repeatedly with her eyes closed.
Finally, after who knows how many times, Xie Zhiyan's large palm restrained her waist and pinned her under him in an instant.
"Madam, if you don't feel tired." His hot breath fell on her cheek, and his voice was hoarse.
"My dear, I'm very tired." Sheng Puzhu struggled but found it was no use.
"Then why don't you sleep?" Xie Zhiyan asked seriously.
"I didn't." Sheng Puzhu's voice was a little embarrassed, and he pursed his lips tightly and refused to say anything.
"If Madam doesn't explain clearly, I will just think that you are not tired enough." Xie Zhiyan leaned down, and he already had a very obvious attitude of planning. If her body allowed, he did not intend to endure and restrain himself.
They are husband and wife, and he doesn't think that the most genuine reaction his body shows at night is inappropriate.
Sheng Puzhu was so frightened by these words that even his sleepiness faded away. He opened his mouth to say something, but ended up cautiously probing, "My legs are a little sore."
Xie Zhiyan nodded and waited for her to continue.
"Because it's too sore, and Aunt Du is not here, there's no one to help me massage it. I'm so uncomfortable that I can't sleep." Sheng Puzhu said pitifully.
After saying that, she closed her eyes again, looking extremely tired.
Xie Zhiyan was startled and looked at her calmly: "If you are not feeling well, why didn't you say so at the beginning?"
Sheng Puzhu closed his eyes and hummed, looking so exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to speak.
But what she was thinking was, what's the point of saying it? Could she really ask the respected and honorable Third Brother of the Xie family to condescend to press her legs? It seemed like a fantasy.
"Is it sore here?" Xie Zhiyan sat up and reached out to tear off the brocade quilt on her body.
The plain white underwear outlined his perfect lower body. One of his legs was bent, with his knee supporting his elbow. He held her ankle with the palm of one hand. His cool body temperature penetrated the thin underwear, making her shiver and her toes tense.
"My dear, you?" Sheng Puzhu shrank back as if she had been electrocuted, but was easily caught in his palm.
Xie Zhiyan's palm pressed down inch by inch, and when it touched the crotch, Sheng Puzhu couldn't help but groan from his throat.
Her breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed, and even the backs of her feet turned a smoky pink.
"No need."
"There's no need to trouble my dear." It was too unbearable. His hands seemed to be stained with some kind of desire that tempted her. She was so afraid that she would lose consciousness and hum. The sound in her throat had become so soft that it was almost like a pool of water.
Sheng Puzhu gently blinked her moist eyelashes and moved back inch by inch silently.
"Why are you hiding?" Xie Zhiyan easily clamped her, but the strength in his hands showed no sign of stopping.
Sheng Puzhu's calves were tightly clamped by him, and he couldn't even get up, let alone avoid it.
She felt shy and annoyed at his strength: "My dear, it's okay. I don't think I'm that sore."
"Since you're not jealous, then do something else." Xie Zhiyan said expressionlessly.
Sheng Puzhu felt like she was about to be scared to death. Although she had applied medicine, the private parts of her body were still painful. How could she accommodate him? She might really die.
She felt that he looked too serious and had no intention of scaring her at all. After all, he still owed her endless "compensation".
No, no, she doesn't want to have any close contact with her "little husband" these days.
So Sheng Puzhu didn't care whether Xie Zhiyan could see it or not. She shook her head vigorously and said, "My dear, I still don't think it's working. My body is so sore that I can't do anything at all."
Xie Zhiyan turned his gaze and met her watery eyes.
"How long will the rest take?" he asked calmly.
Seeing that he was so easy to talk to, Sheng Puzhu became even bolder and said, "You don't need to rest for long."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... well, the day after tomorrow."
"Even so, I still have to take time out to entertain my mother and have dinner with my grandmother."
"It's too late. My dear, why don't you go back home first? I'll rest at home for ten days or half a month before you go back."
She was already making plans in her mind, but she spoke in a helpless tone and innocent look, in a delicate voice.
Xie Zhiyan looked at her intently, his lips tightly pursed. After a while, he said, "Madam, it was Grandmother who agreed to your return to the Marquis of Mingde Mansion. It's entirely up to you when you want to return home. There's nothing wrong with that."
Since the elders have already spoken, Xie Zhiyan naturally has no objection.
But he didn't say that husband and wife are one body, so he couldn't neglect his wife, so naturally he had to stay with her in the Marquis Mingde's Mansion for a while.
…
That night, Sheng Puzhu didn't even know when he fell asleep. He felt more peaceful than ever before.
The next morning, she slowly stretched and opened her eyes from her sleep.
The warm golden sun shines into the house through the window, and the fine light and shadow fall on the tent. The sounds of birds outside the window become melodious. The incense in the incense burner has burned out at night, and the air is mixed with the fragrance of flowers that flowed in from the yard with the wind.
Sheng Puzhu lazily sat up, hugging the brocade quilt.
This time she got up early, as if to avenge her previous shame. She first went to pay her respects to her mother's yard, and then chatted with her grandmother in private. She even caught the cat running wildly in the garden and whispered to it.
"Big sister, it's so early today. The sun has risen from the west?" Sheng Mingshu has been able to walk for a quarter of an hour, and her cheeks have regained some color.
Sheng Puzhu hummed proudly, slowly took out a neatly folded silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it forward.
"Second sister, smell it and see if it's this smell."
Sheng Mingshu spread out her handkerchief, which was covered with dark brown powder. She put it close to her nose and took a deep breath.
"Is that right?" Sheng Puzhu asked nervously.
"Um."
"When he pulled me out of the mud under the lake, I did smell the same smell on his sleeve," Sheng Mingshu confirmed.
While Sheng Puzhu breathed a sigh of relief after finding out the truth, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
To be on the safe side, she told Sheng Mingshu the truth: "That day at Prince Ning's mansion, I confirmed with Princess Changning that no one other than the Marquis of Changxing set off fireworks in the plum garden."
"So that's the mysterious man who pulled you up that day."
Sheng Puzhu considered his tone and said word by word, "Except for the Marquis of Changxing, there is probably no one else."
"The confused and stupid person turned out to be me."
As she investigated the matter one by one, the unexpected yet reasonable answers came out. Although she was mentally prepared, Sheng Mingshu's face still turned pale.
She swayed and held on to the table to steady herself.
"Big sister, what are you talking about him? Why is this necessary?"
"He's ruined my reputation. What good would it do him to marry me into his family? Furthermore, he hasn't forgotten to send me letters these past few days, and every word he says is meant to comfort me."
Sheng Mingshu was obviously extremely disappointed, but a smile appeared on her face: "I have finally seen that there are such vicious men in this world."
She took a deep breath, forced back the tears in her eyes, covered her eyes with her palms, and endured it to the extreme. Even though she was in so much pain that she couldn't even breathe, she forced herself not to cry out loud.
"Don't cry. A worthless husband is not as important as your health." Sheng Puju held Sheng Mingshu's hand. She was not a person who could suffer a loss. She always had to express her temper on the spot. Otherwise, if she held it in until the next day, it would be bad for her health and would also affect her beauty.
"Wipe your tears. If you have the strength, come with me out of the house. I'll find a way to help you vent your anger."
"But if you can't bear it any longer, just have a good sleep and I'll take care of it for you."
Sheng Puzhu frowned and promptly ordered the nanny to go and harness the carriage.
"Big sister, let's go too." Sheng Mingya and Sheng Puyao had been eavesdropping outside for an unknown period of time.
Sheng Mingshu lowered her head, as if mocking herself: "At worst, my illness will only last a few more days, but if I don't get rid of this bad temper, it's like a fishbone stuck in my throat, and it's difficult to recover."
The carriage stopped at Tongjifang. The sisters pulled open a corner of the curtain and stared at the house with green tiles and red doors.
Sheng Puyao waved his chubby fist and said, "I ate two extra snacks before I left, so I have plenty of energy now."
Sheng Mingya asked uncertainly, "Should we trouble this girl first?"
"Shouldn't we go to the Changxing Marquis Mansion?"
Sheng Puzhu clenched his fist and said, "The Changxing Marquisate is full of snakes and rats, but some grudges should be settled separately."
"First, let's avenge her for pushing Mingshu into the water. At the very least, we need to find out what the Changxing Marquisate is plotting behind the scenes."
Sheng Puyao nodded, not quite understanding: "Yeah, I know, my second brother once said that you should pick the softest persimmons."
Sheng Puzhu winked at Aunt Wei who was driving.
Aunt Wei understood and walked to the door of the house with a smile and knocked: "I wonder if the young lady from the Liu family is home?"
"I am the housekeeper in Aunt Liu's courtyard. I received Aunt Liu's instructions and specially sent some nourishing food to the young lady."
Not long after, the courtyard door was opened by a little boy from the inside: "Our wife just went to bed. She said to leave her things behind and told Aunt Liu not to send anyone to look for her for the time being."
Before she could finish her fairy tale, Sheng Puju and her three sisters retreated inside.
Aunt Wei was quick to act and locked the door with a bang.
“You you you!”
"Who are you?"
"Our wife is a daughter of the Marquis' Mansion."
Sheng Puzhu smiled and asked, "Which mansion?"
"This is the first time I've seen someone hiding a girl from a marquisate in such a remote house."
Perhaps it was because her voice was cold and arrogant that startled the young lady from the Liu family who had already "rested" in the room.
"Who are you?" Liu Jiao'e had never seen such a powerful presence, especially the girl in front of her with her hair full of pearls and jade, looking noble and elegant. Even the princess she met in Prince Ning's mansion that day could not compare to the beauty of the girl in front of her.
Sheng Puzhu snorted coldly: "I thought she was some ambitious girl!"
"If you had the guts to push the Second Lady of the Sheng Family into the lake, why are you so scared now?"
Liu Jiao'e's eyes twitched and finally fell on Sheng Mingshu, who was walking at the end.
Her expression suddenly changed, and she took a big step back in fear: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Sheng Mingshu went up and slapped her in the face without even giving her time to react.
Liu Jiao'e couldn't believe it and turned her head away: "I didn't do anything, why did you hit me?"
Sheng Mingshu twitched her lips. "Oh, you really didn't do it? Then why did Xue Hanwen tell me that you seduced him?"
"If you hadn't tricked him into drinking a few glasses of wine, had physical contact with him, and forced him to break off the engagement with me, he wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure."
"I didn't, it's impossible! Cousin Xue couldn't say that to me." Liu Jiao'e covered her lower abdomen in disbelief.
Sheng Mingshu glanced at her with disgust: "Tsk, I just blew it up, and you really believed it."
"It seems that the young lady of the Liu family and the young master of Changxing Marquis's family don't have a very deep friendship."
Liu Jiao'e obviously didn't expect that what Sheng Mingshu said were all lies. She was stunned by the slap on the head at that time, and she was even more frightened by the momentum of several girls.
"Tell me, how are you and the Changxing Marquisate going to plot against my Mingshu?" Sheng Puzhu said slowly, waving his shining fists.
Sheng Puyao followed suit: "You'd better tell the truth. My elder sister can kill a tiger with one punch."
Sheng Mingshu coughed lightly, her cheeks looking a little pale, but her momentum was not diminished at all: "If you don't tell me, I will have you sent to the authorities."
"Princess Changning deliberately caused trouble at the flower viewing banquet and pushed me into the lake. What do you think should be done according to the laws of Dayan?"
Liu Jiao'e trembled and knelt down in front of the people: "Please forgive me, it was my cousin Xue who forced me to do what happened before. My stomach..."
She gritted her teeth and said, "I'm already pregnant with the Changxing Marquis's child. I was forced into a corner and did something so stupid."
"How did they force you?" Sheng Puzhu sneered.
Liu Jiao'e knelt on the ground: "My cousin and my aunt have discussed that if the reputation of the Sheng family's second lady is damaged, the Sheng family will rush to marry her out of respect."
"As long as the Second Lady marries into the Changxing Marquisate, and her reputation is damaged, even if she later finds out about the child in my belly, she will probably just swallow her anger."
When Sheng Mingshu heard this, she couldn't help but slap Liu Jiao'e again: "Evil woman!"
Liu Jiao'e fell to the ground and burst into tears: "I can't help it. Who made me hold my cousin's child?"
"He clearly promised to give me a legitimate status, but when the matter was settled, I found out that he had already arranged a marriage. What can I do? I came to Chang'an only to rely on my aunt's love."
Sheng Mingya said with a spit: "Relying on the love of the elders?"
"Then what is my second sister? Isn't my second sister a girl who was raised in the family?"
"He has a vicious mind and makes all kinds of excuses."
Sheng Puzhu nodded to Aunt Wei.
Aunt Wei received the order and took out the rope she had prepared long ago from her bosom.
"What are you doing? Killing people is against the law." Liu Jiao'e was so frightened by this scene that she turned pale.
Sheng Mingshu waved her hand and said, "Tie him up first. I want to see what the Changxing Marquis' Mansion has to say."
"They want to kill me, go find your cousin from the Xue family." Liu Jiao'e shouted to the frightened little boy not far away.
Sheng Puyao was very strong and he knocked the little boy, who was about to run to call for help, to the ground.
Aunt Wei and Sheng Mingya picked up the rope and were about to tie up Liu Jiao'e.
Sheng Puzhu turned around with a smile, stretched out her hand and slowly opened the gate, saying in a very conciliatory tone: "Don't worry, Miss Liu. We are all educated people and we don't do rude things like fighting and killing."
"I tied you up because I was afraid you'd run away. I needed some evidence. Don't you think so..."
The rest of Sheng Puzhu's words were stuck in his throat.
Because there was a group of people standing outside the door.
The handsome young man in the lead was riding on a tall horse, his black hair tied up high with an ink crown. Behind him followed a dozen soldiers in black armor, each holding a shining knife in his hand.
The man seemed to feel her gaze, and slowly leaned over and looked down. His thin lips slowly pursed, and his calm eyes gave rise to complex emotions.
Their eyes met.
Sheng Puzhu was caught off guard by those bottomless eyes. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that he looked like Xie Zhiyan.
wrong!
Sheng Puzhu rubbed his eyes and closed the gate again with a clang.
She thought that the way she opened it must be wrong, otherwise how could she see a ghost in broad daylight.
Sheng Puzhu was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, then he heard the clear voice outside the door, speaking slowly and calmly.
"Please open the door, ma'am."
"I have something I don't understand, and I'd like to ask Madam for advice."
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