Chapter 11 Chapter 11 "It begins with emotion and ends with propriety and righteousness."...
When the waning moon hung obliquely on the eaves, the heat at the banquet dissipated and the night became cool.
Xie Zhiyan walked home in the night. The light from the lanterns under the corridor slanted through the window lattice and shone on him. His eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his figure was tall and straight. However, his lips were thin and stained with wine, which made his eyebrows and eyes look even more distant and reserved.
He walked through the corridor, his figure under the light as towering as a mountain, and every step he took seemed so tall and broad.
Xie Zhiyan frowned and wanted to go back to Yunyu Hall directly, but just before the fork in the road near Chuihua Gate, he happened to look down and saw the wine stain on his sleeve that was accidentally splashed by someone.
He stopped abruptly and turned to go to the study.
"My dear, aren't you going back to Yunyu Hall?" Bannu was eating the touhua ci that Cangguan brought back for him from Xinghua Tower. When he suddenly saw Xie Zhiyan coming back, he almost choked to death on the touhua ci.
Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes coldly, staring indifferently at the tanghuaci in Bannu's hand: "Don't talk while eating."
Bannu quickly crumpled up the remaining cake and swallowed it in one gulp: "My dear, I have finished eating."
"Prepare water, I want to take a bath." Xie Zhi was finally willing to talk to him.
"Yes, I'll prepare it right away."
Seeing his unhappy expression, Banzhu swallowed the cake and silently complained in his heart, could it be that he came home late from drinking and had a quarrel, so the lady sent him to sleep in the study?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, so Bannu quickly ran away.
Xie Zhiyan walked to the desk and sat down. His extremely cold eyes were covered with a veil like the broken stars in the sky due to the alcohol, making it difficult to see the emotions in his eyes.
His cold white fingertips pressed on his brow, his eyes darkened slightly as if he was thinking of something.
"Qingshi."
"My lord." Qingshi was waiting outside the study.
"The day before I got married, my father personally sent me a small rosewood box. Do you remember where you kept it?" Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a dark shadow under his eyes, covering the turmoil quietly emerging in his calm eyes.
"Box?" Qingshi paused for a long time before saying, "I remember that you put the box and the engagement letter together. It should be..."
"I understand." Xie Zhiyan stood up and walked into the inner room.
The room was silent and he did not light a lamp.
The moonlight shone through the window, spreading a shallow layer on the ground. There was only a small couch in the room, and a desk near the window, with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on it.
Xie Zhiyan took out a key from the inkstone box on the desk, walked to the antique display cabinet on the opposite side of the bed, and opened one of the locked boxes.
He stood still for a moment, then reached out and took out a small rosewood box not much bigger than a palm from the box. On the top of the box was a big red engagement letter.
He turned his eyes away and took a quick glance.
Inscribed on the Gengtie - Mingde Marquis Mansion, Sheng Puzhu... The first day of the first lunar month in the seventh year of Taichu.
This was her birth date, and this thought flashed through Xie Zhiyan's mind very quickly, and then he silently put away the engagement letter.
As for the contents of the small rosewood box, he had some suspicions in his mind, but he was not quite sure.
He closed his eyes and slowly opened the box. As his sleeves slipped down, he took out a thin volume from it.
The moonlight was cool, reflecting his deep eyebrows.
The moment the booklet was opened, all that came into view were exquisitely dressed figures, naked as a single thread. In the blank space between the two figures, there were lines of extremely detailed small characters...
The winter wind is so cold that it penetrates the bones.
But he felt that the wind carried the scorching heat that only existed in midsummer.
His palm shook, and his bony fingertips pinched the first page of the cover and slammed it back down heavily.
The three words "fire avoidance diagram" suddenly caught his sight.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and a coldness spread instantly. The veins of the hand holding the booklet were visible, as if he could crush the thin paper with just a little force.
So that's how it is.
Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the three words "fire avoidance diagram", and he pulled the corner of his lips slightly.
The couple should have harmonious relations. He was arrogant and sighed deeply in his heart.
He should have guessed it when his father came to see him the night before his wedding.
But he didn't take it seriously at the time, and what he had learned since his enlightenment was the Six Arts of a Gentleman. The book said "It starts from emotion and ends with propriety and righteousness". He adhered to the rules and regulations, and thought that as long as he could uphold the moral principles, he would be fine.
Fortunately, everything is still in time.
Having made a mistake, I will naturally try my best to make amends.
…
It was just past the fifth watch, and the sky was still dark. A faint, clear fragrance permeated the gauze curtain.
Sheng Puju was trapped in a dream, her white and tender fingertips unconsciously clenched a corner of the brocade quilt, her rosy lips were slightly open, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her neck. She must be feeling hot, as her long legs stretched out from the brocade quilt. She was not wearing stockings, and her feet were snow-white and tender.
She didn't know what she was dreaming about, but she groaned unconsciously twice in her throat, and her smooth breathing suddenly stopped. Her eyelashes trembled, as if she was about to wake up.
"Who are you...?" Sheng Puzhu was awakened by a nightmare. When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure standing outside the tent. He almost gasped and was about to call for help.
Fortunately, Xie Zhiyan was quick-witted and reached out to cover her mouth before she opened it.
Unfortunately, Sheng Puju was faster. The moment he covered her with his hand, she opened her little mouth and bit his palm with all her might.
The cold morning breeze, mixed with the scent of frost and snow, passed through the man's broad palm and touched the tip of her nose.
"Madam, it's me." Xie Zhiyan's voice was a little deep, and in the darkness, it was hoarse unlike usual.
Sheng Puzhu was slightly stunned and quickly opened his mouth.
Unfortunately, she bit so hard that when her tongue licked her teeth, she could taste a faint smell of blood.
"Thank you..." Sheng Puzhu knew she was in the wrong. She looked up at him, sleepiness still lingering in her eyes. "My dear, what are you doing so late at night?"
Xie Zhiyan calmly put his hands behind his back. The moment her soft lips touched his palm, the blood in his body surged, as if a ball of fire was out of control. At her age, full of vigor and vitality, she showed an honest need.
His calmness could not suppress his body's instinctive reaction.
"Madam, I have to go to court today." Xie Zhiyan lit the lamp again and stood under the lamp against the light to look at her. His tall shadow cast from his body almost completely covered her.
"Going to court?" Sheng Puzhu leaned forward and glanced at the clock. Although it was still dark, it was almost the morning hour.
She finally realized that after he returned home, almost all of his daily clothes were sent to Yunyu Hall. Since he was going to court, he must change into court clothes.
"My dear, do you want me to help you get dressed?" Sheng Puzhu had never gotten up at five in the morning. As a well-educated girl, she naturally had to put on an act and ask her husband if he needed her help to show her virtue and dignity.
Before Xie Zhiyan got married, the only people serving him were servants and a few personal guards arranged by his father. He did not rely on anyone else for things like dressing and bathing.
Just now.
Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes and pursed his cold, thin lips.
He looked at Sheng Puzhu, clenched his palms lightly behind his back, and there was a fresh crescent-shaped tooth mark on his knuckles. A few drops of blood oozed down his snow-white skin. It was not suitable for him to wear clothes now.
He said in a deep voice, "Then I'll trouble you, Madam."
This time it was Sheng Puju's turn to be stunned. She had just asked politely and had never expected that he would agree.
The court dress is complicated and she doesn't know how to wear it.
Sheng Puzhu got up from the bed feeling a little guilty. Xie Zhiyan had already taken out clothes from the closet.
When the person stood under the light, she noticed that he was unbuttoning his clothes with one hand, and there was a bright red tooth mark on the base of his left hand, and it was bleeding!
Did she bite it just now?
...You bit too hard.
Sheng Puzhu felt an inexplicable tightness in her heart, her mind went blank. She could only lower her head and silently walk to him, picking up the folded clothes beside him, and said in a very soft voice: "My dear, let me do it."
Xie Zhiyan looked at the figure walking in gracefully on the ground and said lightly: "It's okay, just help me."
Sheng Puzhu nodded uneasily and whispered, "I'm sorry, I was frightened just now, so I bit you and it hurt."
Xie Zhiyan hummed, and reached out to take the clothes she handed over: "It's just a minor injury. It's my fault for not turning on the light and scaring you."
"Ma'am, don't take it to heart."
Sheng Puzhu felt so guilty that she didn't even dare to raise her head. She obediently walked around behind him and stood on tiptoe to help him straighten his collar. The crimson official robe made her hands look so tender and white. She couldn't imagine how long she would cry secretly if she got such a big cut on her hand.
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. He couldn't fasten the belt with one hand, so she could only put her arms around his waist lightly, not daring to get too close. Her arms were slightly suspended until the gold button "clicked" and fastened. Only then did she quietly breathe a sigh of relief, lowering her head and taking a step back.
"My dear, is it all right?"
Xie Zhiyan stood in front of her usual dressing mirror and glanced at her lightly. She was very careful just now and there was nothing wrong.
Sheng Puzhu seemed to have thought of something, turned around and walked into the inner room. After a while, he took out a small pearwood medical box and said, "My dear, please bandage the wound on your tiger's mouth."
"Okay." Xie Zhiyan looked at her.
Seeing that he agreed, Sheng Puzhu finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened the medical box without thinking too much.
There are all kinds of bottles and jars in it. Usually, it is Nanny Du who leads the team to sort them out. Sheng Puzhu has no idea what is put in it.
"The wound on Madam's body."
He paused for a moment: "Okay?"
Sheng Puzhu suddenly looked up and met Xie Zhiyan's deep eyes.
Then she looked down and finally saw the most conspicuous small sky-blue porcelain jar in the box. There was more than one jar, at least six or seven jars. She didn't know when Nanny Du put it in.
"Okay..." Sheng Puzhu opened her mouth, her heart pounding, and her voice was so soft that even she could hardly hear it.
Xie Zhiyan looked at her silently, his eyes deep and intense, and after a long moment he asked, "Is it the truth?"
"I feel a little unwell." Sheng Puzhu looked into his eyes that seemed to see through everything and lost the courage to lie.
"Don't worry about the wound on my hand." Xie Zhiyan stood up and walked to the bathroom without changing his expression. Soon, the sound of washing hands came from the room. From the sound, it can be heard that he must have washed his hands carefully many times.
Sheng Puzhu had already guessed what he was going to do, even though he had always been well-behaved and restrained, but...
But how can I ask him for help every time, especially in a place like that?
"My dear, no... don't bother, I can do it myself." Sheng Puju shouted towards the bathroom.
Xie Zhiyan walked out with his sleeves rolled up, and water droplets condensed on his frosty wrists.
He still maintained a calm tone: "It is natural for husband and wife to respect each other."
"Since I've injured you, it's only natural for me to give you medicine."
"What about the wound on your hand?" Sheng Puzhu wanted to struggle.
Xie Zhiyan had already walked in front of her, his brows and eyes sharp, not allowing any arguments: "My left hand is injured, it doesn't affect my right hand."
…
When Sheng Puzhu opened his eyes again, the sun was shining brightly outside.
Her eyelids were still heavy, her body was as soft as silk that had been soaked in water for a long time, and there was still a trace of wetness between her legs. She turned over lazily and finally slowly opened her eyes.
"Madam, are you awake?" Madam Du came in with a smile.
Sheng Puzhu said coquettishly, "Mammy, I'm so tired."
Nanny Du gave her a rather ambiguous look and said with a smile, "The old lady knows that Madam must have had a hard time last night, so she asked Nanny Jiang to make a nourishing soup early. You can heat it up and eat it now."
Sheng Puzhu knew that the noise last night must have been misunderstood by the servants around her. She rubbed her eyes in frustration and said, "I'm fine. I don't need to drink the tonic soup."
Nanny Du smiled and said, "Before the young master left today, he knew that the old lady would get up early, so he went to the old lady's courtyard to pay his respects."
"The old lady specifically told you, my dear, that you brought back the tonic soup yourself."
"Before leaving, my husband left a message that he would return to Yunyu Hall tonight to settle down."
This moment.
Sheng Puzhu felt like the sky was falling!
what to do.
She was so afraid that Xie Zhiyan would misunderstand. Rumors can easily become distorted if spread to three people.
After all, they don't have sex very often. If she gives him some nourishing soup and gives him some advice, and he misunderstands it, might he think that she is unsatisfied and thinks that they don't have sex enough?
This is simply too outrageous.
If the misunderstanding was too serious, she would have been killed in the bed. This must be explained clearly.
Sheng Puzhu stood up in a hurry: "Mammy, please help me change my clothes quickly. I need to go and pay my respects to the old lady."
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