Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Hot and sleepy... holding ice
The next day.
It’s almost five o’clock in the morning and the morning light is dim.
"Hmm~" Sheng Puzhu frowned and tried to turn over in the bed in a sleepy state, but his hands and feet were hot and heavy, and his body was pressed so hard that he could hardly make any other movements.
A thin layer of sweat gradually formed on the tip of her upturned nose. Her snow-white arms struggled out from under the layers of brocade quilts. The pearl bracelets wrapped around her fair wrists were soaked with sweat, and the soft pearl light was reflected in the morning and evening, like the brilliance of broken stars.
"It's so hot..." A moan escaped from between the lips and teeth, as soft and delicate as the lazy tone of a cat.
She closed her eyes, as if she was stunned by the heat, her cheeks flushed as if she was drunk, her body sank under the quilt, unable to break free, so she kicked her toes to the side as if in a fit of temper.
There was a "bang" sound, and I didn't know where he kicked.
Fortunately, she finally broke free from the scorching heat. Her fingertips, dripping with sweat, touched her side, and she drowsily pressed herself towards the source of the coolness.
In a trance, she seemed to smell a faint scent of cypress mixed with a special refreshing breath.
Sheng Puzhu held the ball of "ice" and finally stopped moving. The word "satisfaction" was written all over her eyes and eyebrows.
Xie Zhiyan woke up and opened his eyes the moment she got close to him. His dark pupils seemed particularly bright in the dim light.
He has always been reserved and well-educated, so he did not move, but quietly looked at the sleeping figure.
The two brocade quilts that were originally covering her had been kicked away mostly by her.
Maybe it was because it was too hot, half of her jade-like neck was exposed under the slightly loose collar, and the thin cloth wrapped around her exquisite figure. Fine beads of sweat condensed from her temples, and a few strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks, as if she had absorbed enough temptation.
His arms, which were held in her arms, also felt as if they were burned, and his palms were sweating.
Xie Zhiyan avoided his gaze without leaving a trace, reached out and lifted the curtain, letting the slightly cool air outside in.
It was not known how long it had passed, but Sheng Puzhu must have felt cold. She curled up the palm of her hand that was holding his arm and slowly loosened it, muttering something. Half asleep and half awake, she groped for the brocade quilt and pulled it onto herself.
Xie Zhiyan looked at her quietly for a moment, and his slightly frown seemed to relax a little.
I don't know whether she is afraid of cold or heat.
He thought of last night, when she came out of the bath, she was like this, as if she was extremely afraid of the cold. Her little hands were touching around randomly, and she would pull whatever she touched and cover herself with it, including, of course, the brocade quilt on him.
Fortunately, there was a charcoal brazier in the house, so it wasn't too cold.
Sheng Puzhu was awakened by the heat again, and it was already the end of the morning hour.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily at first, then with a loud noise she lifted the quilt and sat up: "Mammy, what time is it? Why didn't you call me?"
Nanny Du smiled and opened the curtains: "The Princess is very kind to you and told me this very morning to sleep for a sufficient amount of time before getting up."
Sheng Puzhu said in frustration, "I slept until the end of the morning hour and even skipped breakfast. If my sisters at home knew, I don't know what they would do to me."
Her little face was sweaty, and her rosy lips were pursed, making her look particularly cute.
"Mammy was afraid that I would be cold at night, so she specially added a brocade quilt for me?" Sheng Puzhu pulled away the brocade quilt covering her body and found that it was made of two quilts. No wonder she was almost suffocated by the pressure even in her dreams at night.
Madam Du was stunned. "My husband and I are sleeping together, how could I dare to come and go as I please? Could it be that my wife is confused in her sleep?"
If it wasn't added by the nanny, then where did the quilt on her come from?
Sheng Puju was stunned, her clear eyes swept across the bed, and she realized it a little late.
I seemed to feel cold at night, so I grabbed the brocade quilt, but later I felt hot.
He struggled to hold onto something cold with both hands, refusing to let go.
Oh my God!
She is really brave.
Sheng Puzhu pressed her slightly hot cheeks, glanced around the room with a clear gaze, and asked softly, "Mammy, where is my husband?"
Nanny Du said admiringly, "My dear husband got up at dawn and went to the back mountain to practice swordsmanship. Later, when he saw that my wife had fallen asleep, he went to have breakfast with her."
"It's okay, it's okay." Sheng Puzhu said to himself as he breathed a sigh of relief.
Wait until lunch.
"Puzhu, didn't you sleep well?" The eldest princess put a piece of cucumber cooked in chicken soup into her bowl.
Sheng Puzhu held a mouthful of rice in his mouth and almost bit the tip of his tongue.
She blinked in confusion, her eyes bright and lively: "I slept...slept well."
The princess glanced at Xie Zhiyan and said meaningfully, "Is it not too cold tonight, my son?"
Sheng Puzhu was finally choked by the piece of cucumber. She coughed lightly and almost buried her head on the table.
She didn't dare look towards Xie Zhiyan at all, but said in a very firm tone: "Mother, your daughter-in-law is not cold."
She looked a little helpless, which was very cute. Her eyes had the innocence that only a young girl could have, but her figure was slender and tall. When she smiled, her beautiful face always gave people a bright and vibrant feeling.
The eldest princess personally poured her a cup of tea, her expression gentle: "Eat slowly. If you are tired, go back to the mansion and rest early."
"Tianchang Temple has many good things, but it's not a place where a delicate young lady like you should stay forever."
Sheng Puzhu nodded and said, "If the queen misses me, just send someone back to the palace to summon me."
In winter, the days are short and the nights are long.
It was already late when we left Tianchang Temple.
Sheng Puzhu estimated the time while sitting in the carriage and concluded that he could arrive at the Duke of Jingguo's Mansion before 3 p.m.
But at this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, and because she was distracted, her body swayed and she was about to fall out.
"Be careful." Xie Zhiyan subconsciously pulled the person into his arms.
Sheng Puzhu only felt her slender waist being grasped by a large and powerful hand. She fell backwards under the force of the palm and hit his strong chest heavily.
The golden-threaded precious flower pattern on his collar brushed her cheek lightly, and his hot breath fell on the side of her neck, an intimacy that even husband and wife had never experienced.
She could even hear the slightest vibration of his chest.
Sheng Puzhu only felt one side of her cheek burning hot, and she didn't even dare to raise her head. She always looked graceful in front of outsiders, and had never been in such an embarrassing situation before.
"I'm fine."
"Thank you, my dear." She held her breath and whispered.
"Um."
Xie Zhiyan raised his hand to open the carriage curtain, his cold gaze falling outside the carriage: "What's going on?"
"master."
"It's someone from the palace." Cang Guan also knew that he might have gotten into trouble, so he lowered his head and said respectfully.
"My Lord, this is my blessing."
"The Saint has issued an oral order, requiring the Crown Prince to come to the palace immediately."
Xie Zhiyan's gaze fell on the unfamiliar young eunuch, his brows slightly furrowed. "Where's Fushun?"
The young eunuch bent over, feeling the pressure from the cold gaze, and dared not even look up: "My Lord, Fushun broke his leg last night, and I am temporarily taking over Fushun's job."
Xie Zhiyan pursed his lips and said nothing, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
Until the unfamiliar little eunuch could no longer bear the cold gaze, his knees went weak and he knelt down with a thud.
Xie Zhiyan then retracted his gaze: "I understand."
Sheng Puzhu had never seen him so aggressive before. She curled her hands nervously and asked, "My dear, are you going to enter the palace?"
Xie Zhiyan hummed, and when he looked at her, he was still gentle and polite. "There are still two hours before curfew. If you enter the palace now, you may have to stay overnight."
"So Madam, you don't have to wait for me."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Puzhu could hardly control his joyful gaze.
Because she only listened carefully to four words: "stay in the palace."
As for the word "maybe", she completely ignored it.
She bit the tip of her tongue lightly, afraid that she would laugh out loud, and quickly picked up the handkerchief and pretended to be a little disappointed, but in control, and pressed the corners of her lips.
Sheng Puzhu bowed her head and said, "My dear, your official duties are more important. I will take care of them."
Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes and saw a tiny red mark on her cheek. He vaguely remembered that it was caused by her accidentally bumping into the embroidery on his collar.
His eyes darkened, and he finally said calmly, "Madam, have a good rest."
"Um."
"I will." Sheng Puzhu stretched out her hand and lifted the curtain until the man's back as he rode away completely disappeared.
"Mammy, there are still more than two hours before curfew. Let's go to Linlang Pavilion now." Sheng Puzhu blinked her black eyelashes and smiled at Mammy Du with squinted eyes.
Madam Du knew her temper well and couldn't stop her at all, so she could only persuade her in a different way: "Madam, you should remember to return home early."
"Don't worry, Ma'am. I will definitely go back early." Sheng Puzhu answered without thinking.
As a result, the carriage she was riding in was intercepted halfway by Princess Duanyang, who had received the news in advance, before it reached the market.
Princess Duanyang's Mansion.
Sheng Puzhu was held by the hand by a beautiful woman, who looked him up and down: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
"My dear Puzhu, you are indeed different now. Please tell me how my nephew is doing."
Princess Duanyang blinked meaningfully.
Sheng Puzhu knew that Princess Duanyang had always been bold. Ever since her husband died suddenly six years ago, the youngest sister of the saint seemed like a completely different person.
She relied on the favor of the saint and the queen mother, and in just six years, if we were to ask who was the most unruly princess in the Great Yan Kingdom, Princess Duanyang would be ranked second, and no one dared to rank first.
Sheng Puzhu pretended not to understand the deeper meaning of Duan Yang's words and said with a smile, "I wonder what instructions the Queen has sent me for."
Duan Yang was so angry that he pinched her: "When you needed help from me, you called me sister, but now that you have nothing to ask, you call me 'Empress'?"
Sheng Puzhu laughed so hard that she fell into her arms. "I have two hours left before I have to go home. If you tease me again, I'll leave now."
Duan Yang then held her back and said, "Good Puzhu, don't leave."
"I just got a good thing, it's worth it for our sisterly love."
Sheng Puzhu suddenly became interested.
Duan Yang said with a hint of meaning, "It's been a while since your Linlang Pavilion has released new jewelry. A few days ago, I found a young man from the Hu tribe who dances the Hu Xuan dance very well. I can't forget you." Sheng Puzhu tilted his head to glance at the night watchman and said, "Watching the Hu Xuan dance will inevitably require drinking. By the time I drink, it will be too late for me to go back."
Duan Yang waved his hand and said, "Every time your husband comes to the palace, the Empress Dowager always asks him to stay overnight for a day or two before letting him go."
"Don't worry about the curfew. Feel free to stay at my house for one night. Before returning home tomorrow, you can stop by Linlang Pavilion."
"My dear Puzhu, you can rest assured that Zhiyan will not be able to escape."
Sheng Puzhu was still hesitant, but Princess Duanyang spoke in such a firm tone.
Her slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, a faint glow spread across her cheeks, and she smiled shyly: "Then I will respectfully obey your command and trouble you for one night."
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