Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Qingqing is young, so it is always difficult to speak...
"I know I was wrong, why should I be punished?"
Xie Qingshu's tears, which she had finally managed to hold back, threatened to burst forth again. She choked with grievance, "I know my elder brother and His Highness are as close as brothers, but even if I once secretly loved the Crown Prince, my elder brother can't order me to go to the ancestral hall to be punished just to vent His Highness's anger."
Xie Zhiyan walked closer, leaned down slightly, and looked at her seriously and coldly.
"I'm not punishing you because you're in love with Jiulang."
"Deceiving superiors and subordinates, leaving the palace without permission, which of these do you think should not be punished?"
Xie Qingshu's face turned pale and she felt guilty, and she fell silent for a moment.
Sheng Puzhu was listening at the side and found it funny. She didn't expect that he would be so strict with his own sister. He was completely different from her brother at home. No wonder the young ladies in the mansion were afraid of him.
"Don't cry, wipe your tears. You'll be back after lunch tomorrow. If your mother saw your eyes, which are swollen like walnuts, she would be heartbroken."
It would have been fine if Sheng Puzhu hadn't mentioned Qin, but now that he mentioned Qin, Xie Qingshu felt even more aggrieved.
She took the handkerchief, wiped her eyes carelessly, and tugged at Sheng Puzhu's sleeve pitifully: "Sister-in-law, I..."
"Can I not go back to the courtyard where I lived before? If I run into the Third Lady of the Wei family, I'd be so embarrassed."
Xie Qingshu half-knelt in front of Sheng Puzhu, sobbing and gasping for breath. She was no longer an unwanted puppy, but an unlucky person who got caught in the rain and had her umbrella torn into pieces.
"Xie Qingshu, go back to your yard." Xie Zhiyan's jaw was taut, and he spoke every word without showing any mercy.
"Wuwuwu..." Xie Qingshu felt desperate.
"My dear, please go in first. I have something to say to Sister Qingshu." Sheng Puju pulled her hand out of Xie Zhiyan's palm, pushed him away, and pointed to the gate of the courtyard.
Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes, and his gaze became cold at this moment. He frowned, but walked in without saying a word.
Xie Qingshu was silent, her hand that was grabbing Sheng Puzhu's sleeve seemed to be frozen by the wind. She knew that her elder brother must be very angry, but for the sake of his elder sister-in-law's face, he did not send her back home right away.
"Come in." Sheng Puzhu smiled and pulled Xie Qingshu up, pointing inside.
"Sister-in-law, I don't dare." Xie Qingshu said tremblingly as she looked at the courtyard gate through which faint light was leaking.
"Are you afraid of him?" Sheng Puzhu asked with his mouth.
Xie Qingshu nodded repeatedly and stood there very stiffly.
Sheng Puzhu stared at Xie Zhiyan, who was standing in the corridor, through the door for a long time, and even felt a little guilty under his stare.
"My dear, it's just a room."
"A young lady who is in unrequited love and has been heartbroken is already quite pitiful."
Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, but his gaze was not serious at this moment, and instead showed a kind of authority that made him have the final say.
After a long while, he slowly turned sideways and said in a cold tone, "Come in and stay in the west wing. Don't disturb your sister-in-law and don't cry anymore."
Xie Qingshu felt as if she had been pardoned. She followed Sheng Puzhu closely, not daring to breathe.
In the bedroom of the second wing on the east side, Xie Zhiyan's cold white fingers fell on the jade button on the side of his neck. He moved very slowly, loosening the collar to reveal the plain white clothes inside. While exerting force with his thumb, his slender fingertips hooked one end of the belt and slowly pulled it away.
The subtle sound of leather rubbing against each other was so clear in the quiet night that it seemed to be magnified countless times.
Sheng Puzhu was standing not far away. Her hair had fallen down, and the slightly curled ends of her hair were scattered below her waist. She unconsciously clenched the hairpin she had just taken off in her hand and tried to slow down her breathing.
Although she had her back to him, she happened to be sitting in front of the mirror.
Through the reflection of the bronze mirror, she could see the outline of Xie Zhiyan's shoulder blades. As he took off his clothes, the muscles of his back undulated under the fabric, like mountains hidden in the fog. The blurrier it was, the more she wanted to see it clearly.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't help but let out a "hiss". It was a completely subconscious action. It was because he had been with Princess Duanyang for a long time, and when he saw a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but admire her.
"Madam?" Xie Zhiyan turned around, and the candlelight cast shadows of varying depths on his broad chest unscrupulously.
This... this is even more beautiful.
"Well."
Sheng Puzhu was speechless for a moment. He racked his brains, pretended to be very tired, and twisted his right shoulder.
"It might be from playing polo. It's a little sore, but it's nothing serious. Go take a shower, my dear."
Xie Zhiyan glanced at her, stepped barefoot over the robes on the ground, and stood behind her: "Let me take a look for you, Madam."
"My dear, no, no, that's not necessary."
The moment the words fell, a scent of cypress approached, and the man's palm with light calluses pressed against the right side of her neck.
"Don't move." Xie Zhiyan's fingers followed her collarbone and pressed to the side, with just the right amount of force to roll over the skin that was indeed a little sore.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't help but raise his head, and a muffled groan came out of his nose uncontrollably.
"Madam, are you feeling comfortable?" Xie Zhiyan's voice was a little hoarse.
"Yeah." Sheng Puzhu responded in a low voice.
"What about here? Is it needed?" Xie Zhiyan just stared, but his eyes seemed to penetrate the material of the clothes and fall on a more hidden place.
The Hu clothing was tight, outlining the curves of her figure perfectly. His gaze slowly moved downwards, and his palm suddenly increased its strength, pressing on Sheng Puzhu's shoulder blades, as if to break those beautiful "wings".
"Hmm." The sudden soreness and swelling made her moan, and her entire lower back went limp.
"Since my lady likes it, it doesn't matter if it's somewhere else." Xie Zhiyan took the opportunity to embrace her, and her plain white clothes were completely spread out. Her white and flawless back was directly pressed against his slightly cool skin.
In the bronze mirror, her shadow seemed to be "swallowed" deeply into his stomach.
"My dear, it's...it's okay now." Sheng Puzhu's heart beat faster and her voice trembled.
Xie Zhiyan just chuckled, his voice very low and hoarse: "Of course not, my lady is clearly very jealous."
He held her bloodshot earlobe with his thin lips. Although his tone was still gentle, it was filled with outrageous eroticism that made it difficult to breathe.
Sheng Puzhu nervously turned her head, trying to see the emotion in his eyes, but the next moment, he pinched her jaw and forcefully turned her back: "The clothes are in the way, I will help Madam undress."
He was standing behind her, tall, broad, and looking at her aggressively. Although his tone was casual, every word he said made her tremble with panic, and her heart beat without warning.
"How can I trouble you? It's really not necessary."
Xie Zhiyan didn't answer, but his actions made it impossible to refuse.
Sheng Puzhu in the mirror was still sitting upright, but the candlelight cast a flickering halo on her rosy cheeks.
Lace up loosely.
The pearl buttons were also unfastened.
Further down is...
Sheng Puzhu's body was trembling slightly. He wanted to refuse, but it seemed that he was not too opposed to it in his heart.
She felt ashamed that she had not refused firmly.
Her hands were trembling and curled up, sweat oozing from her palms, her legs were instinctively tensed, and even her toes were exerting force.
"Huh..." Xie Zhiyan's hand slid across her collarbone, and she instinctively wanted to dodge.
"Don't move." His breath brushed across the back of her neck, and his fingers deftly opened the next pearl button.
The collar of her dress slipped down, revealing the moon-white chebula underneath. Its delicate and plump shape was like a bright moon hanging over an endless snowy plain, a surging wave that could not be ignored. "Today's polo match, madam, thank you for your hard work."
"If your waist and shoulders ache, you should apply heat to relieve fatigue."
Xie Zhiyan stretched out his hand and picked her up horizontally with his strong arms.
"Just take a good sleep, my dear, don't worry." Half of her clothes fell to the ground. Sheng Puzhu could clearly see herself in the bronze mirror. There were two clouds like mist on her cheeks, and her skin was fragrant and smooth, with a rosy glow.
Xie Zhiyan carefully placed her on the soft couch, her smooth black hair falling from her neck like a pool of soft water, or the most gorgeous flower. The plainer it was, the more beautiful it was, and both light and dark colors were suitable.
"Madam, if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me." Xie Zhiyan rubbed her shoulders gently. He was afraid of using too much strength, so he kept the strength under control.
He fetched boiling water from the bathroom and placed a clean towel in the copper basin.
But this was probably his first time doing this kind of serving work, and he was not as skilled as Nanny Du.
From top to bottom, finally his cold palm touched her hot skin.
At first, it was just a light touch, then the force gradually increased. The towel was also very hot. Sheng Puzhu could not bear it and could not help humming and swallowing unbearably.
"My dear."
"I feel refreshed."
"If you don't take a bath soon, the water will get cold."
Xie Zhiyan pursed his lips and said nothing. His movements became more and more excessive, and he even asked knowingly: "There are too many braziers in the room. Why is Madam sweating?"
Sheng Puzhu twisted her body. He was holding her snow-white ankles, and then intermittently, not intending to let go of every inch of her skin.
At the beginning, he just rubbed her shoulders to relieve her fatigue, but later it became completely out of control.
Sheng Puzhu felt like she was going crazy, driven crazy by him, and could only try her best to change the subject.
"Just now, Qingshu was acting so recklessly. Is my husband... angry?"
She could no longer utter a complete sentence.
Xie Zhiyan seemed to laugh briefly, but his true emotions were still unclear: "Why should I be angry?"
"Qingshu is making trouble and causing the elders to worry?" Sheng Puzhu asked tentatively.
"With the help of my mother-in-law and Auntie San, I won't get lost."
"Hmm."
“That’s because…”
She actually wanted to ask why he was so strict today. If she hadn't begged him, he wouldn't have let Xie Qingshu follow him.
Unfortunately, at this moment, her breathing became completely disordered, her plump lips slightly parted, all the words were stuck deep in her throat, her eyes were uncontrollably filled with tears, but she wasn't crying.
Just now, his hand took advantage of her inattention.
It's really too reckless.
Sheng Puzhu closed her eyes tightly, too ashamed and angry to dare look at him. She tried to push her wrist away, but Xie Zhiyan grabbed it with one hand and pressed it above her head.
"Shhh."
"Ma'am, please keep your voice down. You'll be heard."
To be heard?
Sheng Puzhu realized something belatedly.
Xie Qingshu now lives in the same courtyard with her. Although she lives in the west wing, there is only a small garden between the two sides.
so!
He didn't let Xie Qingshu stay temporarily at the beginning, could it be that!
Sheng Puzhu paused for a long time, then asked in a broken voice, "So, my husband doesn't want Qingshu to follow him because he's afraid, afraid of hearing me..."
The following words were simply unspeakable.
Even if Xie Zhiyan thought so in his heart, he would not admit it.
There were some things he had wanted to do since he saw her galloping on horseback in the daytime. That slender waist that was so soft and flexible, her skin that glowed white in the sun, and her shiny black hair.
Delicate and slender, delicate and charming.
He wanted to eat her desire, but he was not in a hurry. He had enough patience to wait for the night to fall.
Xie Qingshu was just an insignificant accident tonight, but so what? It couldn't change anything.
Xie Zhiyan did not think that this would be a loss of gentlemanly demeanor. He was a married man, and Sheng Puju was his first wife, whom he married in a formal ceremony. Matters between husband and wife in bed were both a respect for his wife and part of his duty.
When you are young, it is always difficult to speak.
He had to discover it himself.
I didn’t understand it before, but now that I’ve read so many books, I realize that as a husband, I have to take the initiative in everything.
Even if the contraceptive medicine still needs to be taken for half a month, it is just a small "relief". He cannot let down the knowledge he has learned.
His dry, cold fingers pressed against Sheng Puzhu's beautiful lips. "Everything is for my wife's sake. There's no need to be shy about it."
Sheng Puzhu almost bit her rosy lips. She opened her eyes again, and her wet eyelashes blinked uncontrollably. In terms of making excuses, she was no match for the man in front of her.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Xie Zhiyan curled his lips and said in a low and light voice: "In the cold winter, the floor heating in the house is bound to be warmer."
"Look, ma'am."
"It's so hot, I'm soaked."
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