Chapter 84 Chapter 84 "Be good and open your mouth."
At night.
The study was filled with the lingering scent of ink. On the desk stood a box containing several inkstones, a few brushes, and a few books that he occasionally read.
The window was opened outwards, and a breeze blew through the room under the hazy moonlight, carrying with it the misty, damp night dew and the condensation that made it hard to breathe.
"What's this?"
The light on the candlestick crackled, emitting tiny sparks that stretched the figure leaning against the table to a very long distance, but it could not illuminate the dark gloom between Xie Zhiyan's brows.
"Yes... these are the clothes that the Crown Prince's wife sent, as well as the books and writing materials you usually read in Yunyu Hall."
Bannu lowered his head and his voice became lower and lower.
Xie Zhiyan's eyes were somewhat gloomy. He stood in front of the desk with his hands behind his back, looking expressionlessly at a larger rosewood box in the corner. The lid of the box had been opened by someone, and inside the box were neatly stacked his usual clothes.
"What else did the lady say?"
"Madam, Madam also said..." Bannu lowered his forehead almost to his chest, swallowed nervously, and said in a trembling voice, "She said that you will temporarily...stay in the study for the time being."
Xie Zhiyan's brows were furrowed, making it impossible to guess whether he was happy or angry.
"What's the reason?"
Bannu held his breath, and the air around him seemed to freeze.
"My wife is not feeling well and cannot serve my husband."
"Please make your own way."
After the conversation, Bannu's back was soaked. He bent over, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Do you want me to help you put it away?"
"No need, you step back first."
"Tell Qingshi that he doesn't need to serve in the study for the next few days."
"Ah?" Bannu raised his head in confusion.
His master must be mad.
Don't wait on the study, this is a big deal.
Seeing Bannu standing there in a daze, Xie Zhiyan didn't know whether he was laughing out of anger or what, and didn't want to explain any more. He controlled his emotions well, just waved his hand and ordered coldly: "You leave first."
"yes."
It was the end of March and the weather had not yet warmed up, and the nights were still very cold.
After taking a bath, Sheng Puzhu went to bed early.
Unable to fall asleep for a while, he asked Madam Du to pick out a storybook for him and leaned on the couch, flipping through it out of boredom.
Just as she was enjoying the show, she heard the sound of Aunt Du bowing in panic outside the house.
"My dear."
"Back off."
No matter how brave Madam Du was, she wouldn't dare to refuse.
Xie Zhiyan, what is he doing here!
never mind.
No matter what he does, he should first... hide the sketchbook first.
Sheng Puzhu had just hurriedly hidden the things when the curtain was slowly opened by a cold white hand.
Xie Zhiyan's narrow and long phoenix eyes were hidden in the darkness, and it was impossible to see clearly.
He pursed his thin lips and said, "I wonder what the madam means?"
Sheng Puzhu subconsciously hid back, and then seemed to feel that her subconscious action was too humiliating. She raised her small chin towards him and said, "It means exactly what it says."
"I'm not feeling well and need to rest."
"If you are considerate, please feel free to use the study."
"Anyway, I've asked someone to pack your clothes and your usual writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone for you."
Aunt Du was almost frightened to death listening to this.
The lady is so bold that she suddenly attacks her husband.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Seeing Xie Zhiyan frowning and not answering, with his red lips slightly parted, Sheng Puzhu felt that what she had just said made a lot of sense. She couldn't help but straighten her waist, and wanted to take the upper hand in her argument and ask him to go back quickly.
Unexpectedly, she cried out "Ouch" and her lower back became weaker like noodles. She almost couldn't sit still and fell forward.
Xie Zhiyan was quick to act and held the man firmly.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Sheng Puzhu was furious: "How dare you ask?"
Her slender waist was almost broken by his hands at dawn today.
"My dear, please go to the study."
"This Yunyu Hall of my concubine is not suitable for my husband."
Xie Zhiyan's expression, which was originally a little cold, suddenly turned into a half-smile: "What if I don't?"
Sheng Puzhu twisted her waist and said confidently: "There are no spare clothes for my lord here."
"Really?" Xie Zhiyan curled his lips.
He suddenly leaned over and covered Sheng Puzhu tightly with his tall body, and used his palm to lift the white neck upwards.
He kissed her without hesitation.
God!
Although Madam Du couldn't see, she could definitely guess what her husband was doing based on their actions.
He hurriedly retreated and considerately closed the door.
"Hmm."
Sheng Puzhu was so shocked by the sudden invasion that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Her teeth were broken as she tasted the cold minty scent from the man's lips.
"Thank you, Zhiyan." Sheng Puzhu pushed him.
"I'm here." Xie Zhiyan answered her in a hoarse voice.
But with that little strength, he was no match for her.
She was like a butterfly dancing in the spring rain, her wings stained with thick dew. She could not fly fast, and every struggle only made her sink deeper.
Xie Zhiyan's breath was overwhelming, his tongue pried open her pearly teeth, and he kissed her fiercely.
It was not known how long had passed, but Sheng Puzhu suddenly lost his temper, a whimper escaped from his throat, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He looked so pitiful, and it made him want to bully him even more.
"Do you like it?"
"I think I like it."
Xie Zhiyan paused suddenly and asked with certainty.
At this moment, the wife in my arms has charming eyes and rosy cheeks, making it impossible to look away.
Even if she liked him, Sheng Puzhu couldn't admit it. She raised her hand to wipe the water stains from her lips, took the opportunity to turn her head away, and said stubbornly: "My dear, you'd better go back quickly, otherwise you will make too much noise and let the elders hear you."
"I believe that a gentleman like you, even if he goes too far in private, still needs to maintain some dignity."
She was making threats without restraint.
Xie Zhiyan licked the hole in his lower lip that she had bitten with the tip of his tongue, and the fishy and sweet taste melted on his tongue.
"Respectable?" He lowered his eyes and chuckled, "What about the wife?"
What does it have to do with her?
Xie Zhiyan didn't give Sheng Puju any time to react. In an instant, her body was suspended in the air, and her embroidered shoes kicked over the unfinished tea on the Huanghuali wood Eight Immortals Table with a clang.
Aunt Du was so frightened that she rushed in with a pale face.
Good job!
This doesn't feel like a quarrel at all, it's clearly honey and oil.
"Xie Zhiyan, put me down." Sheng Puzhu was so angry that she wanted to get him, but when she looked down, she saw that the crescent-shaped mark on her neck from the bite at dawn this morning had just scabbed over.
After this meal, he wrapped her in a cloak and carried her out horizontally.
"Where are you taking me?" Sheng Puzhu asked.
"Go to the study." Xie Zhiyan said as a matter of course.
Who wants to go to the study with him?
Sheng Puzhu kept struggling, but Xie Zhiyan raised his hand and, for some unknown reason, patted her perky buttocks lightly.
The force was not strong.
But the unprecedented sense of shame surged up like a tide, as if it was going to drown her.
Nanny Du watched in fear and trepidation, almost unable to breathe.
Sheng Puzhu didn't dare to move, feeling very aggrieved. She glared at him with accusations in her eyes.
"You hit me."
Xie Zhiyan sighed helplessly, his warm breath brushing the wet hair on her neck, "That's not called beating."
"What's that called?"
Xie Zhiyan stared at him for a long time: "If you tell me, you will be unhappy."
How is that possible? She doesn't look like someone who would be unhappy?
He lowered his voice and said in a way that only the two of them could hear clearly, "It's called the romance between husband and wife."
Who can compare with the romance between him and his wife?
Aunt Du is still watching.
No matter how Sheng Puju threatened her, she ended up lying on the small couch in the study.
"Xie Zhiyan, what on earth are you going to do?"
Sheng Puzhu sat there angrily, wrapped in a cloak. The man sat in the armchair and looked at her, and he even had the mind to drink tea.
"Sleep." Xie Zhiyan only gave two words.
sleep?
here?
She'd probably freeze to death at night.
There was no floor trap or charcoal basin in the study. It was late spring now, and even if she didn't freeze to death, she would definitely not be able to sleep well.
The bed was too hard, the quilt was not thick or soft enough, and the couch was too small. She felt it was not spacious enough for one person, let alone two people.
The point is that Sheng Puju feels that she is very particular about her bed, and when she can enjoy herself, she cannot endure any hardship.
"No, I can't sleep." Sheng Puzhu retorted.
Xie Zhiyan was kind enough to offer a second option: "Since Madam is not feeling well, then please return to Yunyu Hall."
So easy to talk to?
Then why kidnap her and bring her to the study?
Sure enough, the man was very thoughtful and added, "Take me with you."
"Heh." Sheng Puzhu snorted coldly, preferring to waste time with him.
Half an hour later, she was the first to be unable to bear it anymore and lay down with her waist limp. She felt that the bedding was too hard and she consciously put her cloak under her body.
Xie Zhiyan's eyes were clear and his emotions were deep and unfathomable. He turned off the lights, got on the bed, stretched out his long arms, and hugged the person in his arms.
Sheng Puzhu closed her eyes and ignored her. When she got angry, she reached out and pushed him away, but the man cooperated abnormally.
Just a quarter of an hour later.
Sheng Puzhu shuddered with coldness, shrank her shoulders and shrank into Xie Zhiyan's arms: "You did it on purpose."
"yes."
"Madam, please have mercy on me and stop making trouble." Xie Zhiyan did not deny it. His hot breath fell on Sheng Puju's fair neck. He pinched her chin with his long fingers and let out a low laugh from his throat.
As the only source of heat in the room, even though his body temperature was cold, if he was hugged tightly for a long time, he would still feel warm.
Sheng Puzhu was drowsy and didn't know how she fell asleep, but she stuck to Xie Zhiyan like an octopus.
Um!
It was really a ghost, I had a good night's sleep.
"Madam, please drink the ginger soup." Madam Du advised.
"I don't have a cold, so I won't drink."
Nanny Du's frown could have killed a fly: "My husband ordered the kitchen to stew it early this morning, and he specifically instructed you to finish it."
"What will happen if I don't drink?" Sheng Puzhu looked at Madam Du pitifully.
Aunt Du couldn't stand her acting coquettishly, her heart softened, and she was about to fall down quietly.
Xie Zhiyan didn't know how long he had been listening outside before he strode in and said, "If Madam doesn't want to drink, I don't mind feeding her myself."
Sheng Puzhu: “…” Damn the power disparity.
She should have married a civil official. If a fight really broke out, she would definitely win.
Xie Zhiyan picked up the porcelain bowl and said in a gentle voice, as if coaxing a child: "Be good, open your mouth."
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