Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Ah! What’s wrong with watching the man dance! ...
"What do you want to explain?" Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes to look at her, and there was a kind of seriousness in his calm voice, as if a storm was about to come.
Sheng Puzhu had a flushed face and blinked pitifully: "The princess only asked Chi Nu to send me off, my dear, please don't misunderstand."
Xie Zhiyan pursed his lips mysteriously. He clearly didn't say anything, but his silence gave people the illusion that disaster was about to happen at any moment.
Sheng Puzhu twisted her waist uneasily and reached out to pull his sleeve: "It's cold, I want to go back."
At this moment, she just wanted to quickly escape from this place where she was being roasted on the fire. She wanted to show weakness first, but her upbringing as a lady from a noble family played a role at this moment. In the end, she just stretched out her slender fingers to hook the man's cuffs embroidered with intricate patterns and shook them gently twice.
She looked like she was acting coquettishly, but her expression was too guilty, and she had such a pretty face, so all her emotions turned into reluctant flattery.
But it was obvious that Xie Zhiyan didn't buy her trick.
He spoke, his voice low and slow, cold.
"Pheasant slave?"
"That's a good name."
Sheng Puzhu's heart tightened suddenly, and he felt that he was going to start finding trouble.
After hesitating for a long time, he said dryly: "It's the name given by Princess Duanyang. Since my husband also thinks it's good, then it should be a good name."
"Really?" Xie Zhiyan suddenly loosened his grip on her waist, raised his hand to lift the curtain, and slowly made a gesture of invitation.
this?
This is incredible!
It was obvious that he was inviting her to fall into a trap.
Sheng Puzhu wanted to turn around and run, but now she was surrounded by enemies. She didn't even dare to look at Zhinu. She could only hurriedly say, "You guys can leave first. Tell Princess Duanyang that I'm leaving. If you need anything in the future, come to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion to find me."
"yes."
A cool breeze blew on his face. Sheng Puzhu took a deep breath and got into the carriage with the determination to fight to the death.
The carriage was filled with the faint scent of cypress nuts, and only the moonlight filtered through the window, falling on his face, which was as cold as gold and jade.
Sheng Puzhu held her breath and found a seat in a corner to sit down. She couldn't help but secretly look at him, but unfortunately Xie Zhiyan had his eyes closed. His emotions were already unpredictable, which made people even more nervous.
The carriage was shaking, and on the low table lay a cup of cold tea and a book with only a few pages turned.
Sheng Puzhu stared at the tea. She suddenly felt very dizzy and swayed limply with the carriage. The drunkenness that had been suppressed with great difficulty by the sobering soup came back again.
"Madam, what are you doing at Princess Duanyang's residence today?"
Sheng Puzhu was drunk and dozing off when she heard a voice asking her something in her ear. She answered without thinking.
"Hmm?"
She forced her eyes open, yawned slowly, and said honestly, "What else can I do? I'm just watching people do the Huxuan dance."
"Does it look good?" the voice asked slowly.
"Of course Chi Nu's dance is beautiful, but it's a pity that the eldest princess said that I am not a caring lady, otherwise..." Sheng Puju was halfway through her words when she suddenly felt dry in the mouth. She licked her rosy lips with the tip of her tongue, and there seemed to be a watery look in her eyes.
She was really thirsty, so she murmured, "Li Shuang... I want water."
After waiting for a long time, Sheng Puju still didn't see Li Shuang. She finally lost her patience and wanted to drink water, so she simply reached out to pick up the tea on the low table and drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking a glass of cold water, the drunkenness seemed to have sobered up a little.
Sheng Puzhu raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. She saw Xie Zhiyan looking at her with a frown, but the emotions in his eyes were too complicated. She didn't know whether he was indifferent or angry.
"My dear?"
"Is there dirt on my face?" Sheng Puzhu touched his cheek, confused.
Xie Zhiyan stared at the teacup still in her hand. He had drunk from that cup of water before.
"My dear, would you like some water?" Sheng Puzhu tilted her head and said with great regret, "Alas, I've already used this lamp, so I can't let you use it again."
Xie Zhiyan opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself, his eyes fixed on her. He knew that he shouldn't bother with a drunkard, but it would be too ridiculous to just let it go like that.
"I'm not thirsty." His eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he passed them over her watery lips as if nothing had happened.
…
A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the Duke Jingguo's Mansion.
Nanny Du and Li Shuang supported Sheng Puzhu on the left and right, and Xie Zhiyan followed closely behind her.
Until they were in front of Yunyu Hall, he ordered in a cold tone: "Ask the kitchen to make some hangover soup, and you help Madam take a bath."
Nanny Du nodded without breathing.
Sheng Puzhu was exhausted, and after being coaxed by Naidong into drinking half a bowl of sobering soup, he fell into a semi-conscious state as soon as he got into the bathtub.
Jin Li saw that Madam Du looked unhappy, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Madam, what's wrong?"
Madam Du patted her chest, her face almost wrinkled with worry: "I'm afraid my wife has gotten into trouble today."
She explained the whole story and sighed deeply, "My husband's personality is not one that can be fooled. And you were so audacious as to watch him dance the Huxuan at Princess Duanyang's residence. I wonder how you will explain it to him when you sober up."
Sheng Puzhu slept for nearly half an hour and added water to the bathtub three times.
She blinked her eyelashes and slowly opened them.
She saw Madam Du and four maids surrounding her, with panic clearly visible in their eyes.
"My wife is finally awake." said Madam Du.
Sheng Puzhu felt a splitting headache. After taking in her surroundings, she asked in confusion, "Why am I here? Shouldn't I be at Princess Duanyang's residence?"
"It's true that my lady will forget things after drinking." Madam Du took a towel and wiped her hair.
Jin Li nodded, her face pale as she continued, "My husband returned home from the palace and found that my wife was not in Yunyu Hall, so he sent someone to ask about her."
"I dare not lie. I can only say that my wife went to the market to buy jewelry. I don't know how my husband found my wife at Princess Duanyang's residence."
Sheng Puzhu gasped: "So I was taken back to the mansion by Xie Zhiyan?"
Li Shuang nodded, revealing a smile uglier than crying: "After my husband sent my wife back, he went straight to the study."
"Is he angry?" Sheng Puzhu's heart skipped a beat.
Several maids shook their heads at the same time: "My lord seems quite gentle, no... he doesn't seem angry."
"Really?" Sheng Puzhu himself didn't believe it when he asked this question.
I remained in this state of anxiety until the dark night completely swallowed up the earth.
The last wisp of frankincense in the Boshan stove was about to go out, and Sheng Puzhu yawned quietly. She was so sleepy that she wished she could lie down on the bed and close her eyes until dawn.
Unfortunately, Aunt Du and the others all agreed that since she was in the wrong, she should have the right attitude to apologize.
By the time we waited, it was already the end of the 11th hour and approaching the 12th hour.
"Mammy, you all should go down and rest. You don't have to keep watch today."
"My dear, I'm sure you won't come back. After all, it's already this late. Even if you were to keep an eagle awake, you wouldn't do it like this."
Sheng Puzhu left only a night light on, and collapsed on the bed like a boneless woman, sighing in her heart. She couldn't figure out Xie Zhiyan's personality, and at this moment, it was like a blunt knife cutting flesh, making her feel desperate.
She thought absentmindedly, as she was about to fall asleep.
"Squeak..." The door was pushed open, and the man slowly walked around the screen and into the inner room.
"My dear?" Sheng Puzhu woke up suddenly and sat up, hugging the quilt.
Xie Zhiyan remained silent and just walked to the bed.
He untied the belt around his waist, then his outer robe. He moved very slowly, and his body was still cold from the night dew.
Sheng Puzhu listened to the rustling sound of buttons being unbuttoned, and her body trembled for no reason. She cautiously asked, "Is my husband angry?"
Xie Zhiyan's movements seemed to pause, and he turned his gaze away, meeting her blurry eyes through the gauze curtain.
"No." He answered surprisingly calmly.
Are you really not angry?
Sheng Puzhu, who had been worried all night, finally relaxed a little.
She secretly sighed, no matter how handsome a man was, he really had to be generous to please a girl. The corners of her lips curved uncontrollably, and she took the initiative to lift the curtain and said gently, "Then my man should also go to bed early. It's a cold winter night, and you have to get up early tomorrow."
Xie Zhiyan's gaze slowly lowered, and the flickering candlelight fell on her snow-white and rosy cheeks. Her eyes were bright and charming, and she was extremely charming and beautiful.
The room was quiet and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
"lady."
"How about you give us your opinion on the Huxuan dance performed by Princess Duanyang's residence?"
He leaned forward slightly, gazing down at her condescendingly. His voice seemed to have been soaked in the chill of a long night, and his thin lips were pressed into a cold line.
Their eyes met, and Sheng Puzhu was unable to react in time. Her rosy lips were slightly open due to excessive shock.
Didn’t he say he wasn’t angry?
Then why are you asking!
Sheng Puzhu widened his eyes in disbelief. He had thought that he had let the matter go with his good attitude, but he didn't expect that he would be punished in the blink of an eye.
"What's Hu Xuan Wu?" She decided to play dumb.
"What do you think of the Huxuan dance performed by Zhinu, Madam?" Xie Zhiyan moved closer and closer to her, his bony hands supporting her on both sides of her body.
He stepped onto the bed, his long, straight legs revealing a sense of power ready to strike. He was stripped down to a thin layer of clothing, and there was a clear, fresh scent from a recent bath. His reserved and fierce look was like a mountain pressing down on her.
Even my heart was beating uncontrollably fast.
Sheng Puzhu secretly glanced at him, the fake smile on her face frozen. She wanted to hide backwards, but just as she moved, she was pressed down by his bent long leg, so easily that she couldn't struggle at all.
"I don't think it's possible." She said cautiously and guiltily.
"Has Madam seen anyone better?" Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes, his pupils dark.
"No, no, no... I didn't." Sheng Puju was shaking her head like a rattle. What nonsense was she talking about? This was the first time she saw Langzi dancing and she was caught.
He looked at her calmly, without rushing her, as if he had enough patience to wait for her to explain.
Sheng Puzhu thought about all the sad things she could think of in her life, and finally said with red eyes: "I really haven't seen anyone better, my dear...you have to believe me."
"How can I believe it?" Xie Zhiyan suddenly laughed. He slowly stood up, his eyebrows and eyes were as bright as melted ink under the candlelight.
The collar of the shirt was loose, and the cold white skin under the collarbone could be vaguely seen. From the jaw to the slightly protruding Adam's apple, the shadow at the corner of the lips was even more interesting.
Sheng Puzhu felt guilty, but wanted to appear sincere, so he said honestly, "I won't watch the Huxuan dance anymore."
"Don't come home before curfew."
“…”
Her voice became smaller and smaller, until finally she seemed like she was about to cry.
Xie Zhiyan looked down at her, his eyes falling on her fair, slightly curled palms. His gaze was so aggressive that Sheng Puzhu's fingertips trembled as if they were burned.
"Do you like watching Hu Xuan dance?" he said calmly.
Sheng Puzhu was about to open her mouth when she heard him suddenly say coldly, "Don't lie."
She was so frightened that her heart trembled, and even her toes tensed up: "Because it looks good."
Xie Zhiyan's eyes were dark, sweeping across her expression inch by inch, revealing a kind of scrutiny.
“How beautiful is it?”
Sheng Puzhu felt that she was surrounded by his breath and could not breathe. The drunkenness suppressed by the sobering soup and the sleepiness made her feel a little dizzy. Her weak and boneless body leaned forward. When she was confused, her mouth almost passed her brain.
"I think he's still not as good-looking as my husband."
"Really?" Xie Zhiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his head and looked at her, as if he was enduring and restraining himself.
The moment he raised his hand, the candlelight in the room went out.
In the darkness, Sheng Puju pulled at the crabapple red and gold brocade quilt covering her body. She thought she could sleep now. She bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, without any sense of danger.
The next moment.
The man's aggressive aura pressed down on her heavily. Xie Zhiyan held her down again, his voice cold, yet so light that it sounded like an ambiguous whisper.
"Then please tell me, ma'am."
“What’s so beautiful about it?”
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