Chapter 128 Chapter 128 Is it a cordial invitation?
It's late at night and everything is quiet.
The main room of Yunyu Hall is as warm as midsummer.
The heating in the inner room was burning brightly, and there was a charcoal brazier thoughtfully placed in the corner. The servants didn't have to keep watch today, and there was no sound around.
Xie Zhiyan had broad shoulders and long legs, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree. Even his outer robe was wrinkle-free, and his jade belt was fastened neatly and meticulously.
Only when he stood under the lamp, with his eyes lowered, grinding ink, did his thick eyelashes cast small, scattered shadows on his straight nose, revealing a gentle and polite demeanor that was different from his usual self.
"Ma'am, are you ready?"
Xie Zhiyan turned around and saw Sheng Puzhu kneeling on the bed, in sharp contrast to him.
After the passion, waves of dizziness forced her to close her eyes. She was left with only a rouge-colored blouse and plain white panties. Large areas of her snow-white skin were exposed to the warm air, but she couldn't help but tremble.
Her black hair was spread messily on her back, and her slender neck was slightly tilted upward, which made her slim waist look even more prominent.
"How can I not prepare?" Sheng Bozhu's almond-shaped eyes were watery, and the blush on her face had not yet faded. She seemed to have not yet come back to her senses, her pupils were out of focus, and she stared blankly at the man standing not far away. Her slightly swollen lips unconsciously pursed, like petals that had been overly ravaged, too delicate, but every frown and smile of hers had its own charm.
The ground was in a mess, with gorgeous clothes piled up like clouds. One glance showed how much trouble Sheng Puzhu had just endured. He felt that everything on his body was weak, and he could neither sit nor stand steadily. Even the joints between his bones felt sore.
Xie Zhiyan couldn't help but chuckle, without saying anything, he just walked to the front of the couch.
His tall figure instantly completely enveloped the person on the bed who seemed to be about to turn into a puddle of water.
"No need to prepare, madam, just take up the pen." Xie Zhiyan spoke, his voice a little hoarse due to the long silence.
As Leng Xiang approached, Sheng Puzhu felt that she could hardly breathe again. A vague sound came out of her throat and her temples were wet with sweat. She was like a cat slave who had eaten too much and could not help dozing off.
"How can I draw you like this?"
Sheng Puzhu forced herself to cheer up, supported herself on the edge of the couch with her palms and tried to pick up the clothes on the ground.
Xie Zhiyan was afraid she would fall, so he held her steady first. He then used his free hand to bend over and pick up the wettest skirt on the ground, saying, "The clothes are so wet that you can wring out water. Madam, please don't wear them."
Sheng Puzhu's shame reached its peak at this moment, and his throat tightened: "How can this be? It's not possible."
Xie Zhiyan used his fingertips to lift her chin and suddenly smiled: "Puzhu, you can do it. No one will know."
Sheng Puzhu was forced to lean back, her fingertips curled up for a moment, then loosened their grip. What came into her sight was Xie Zhiyan's handsome face. She looked up with panic, but she couldn't refuse.
"I, I'm really too lightly dressed."
She was only wearing a few pieces of cloth not much bigger than his palm, but he wanted her to do this.
Sheng Puzhu was carried away from the bed in a trance. When she came to her senses, she was sitting at the table with a paintbrush in her hand. She even wondered for a moment if she was crazy.
Xie Zhiyan sat upright in the armchair opposite, his eyes seemed to have weight, crushing the traces on her body that could not be concealed bit by bit.
He smiled, opened his thin lips, and said word by word: "If you are not satisfied, you can undress me."
What's more, he was so considerate that he took the initiative to unbutton a jade button on his collar, revealing his collarbone, as if he was willing to let her do whatever she wanted.
Sheng Puzhu was lost in absurdity, the skin on her fingertips was pink and so soft that she could hardly hold the paintbrush.
"no."
“I can’t calm down at all.”
"Really?" Xie Zhiyan slowly changed his posture and raised his sharp eyebrows slightly.
"What shall we do then?"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, ma'am."
"If I miss this evening, I don't know when I'll have the leisure time to do so again."
"Then I'll try again." Sheng Puzhu took a deep breath.
Xie Zhiyan sat upright and quietly unbuttoned another jade button. By the time Sheng Puzhu had traced the outline of his face, he had already taken off one of his outer garments.
"My dear, please stop taking off your clothes." Sheng Puzhu was trying hard to concentrate because the man sitting on the armchair opposite her had a cold and ascetic face. The way he was taking off his clothes was really tempting. She felt like she was walking on the edge of a cliff, having to hold her breath at all times. How could she stay calm?
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhiyan stared at her and said calmly, "Madam, your concentration is not good."
Then he took off another piece of clothing.
Sheng Puzhu lowered her head, but looked up again after a moment. She didn't understand why she could remain calm and make fun of others in Linlang Pavilion, but once the person was replaced by Xie Zhiyan, she would only breathe rapidly and her palms would be soaked with sweat.
The saliva secreted from my lips and tongue was so much that I could hardly swallow it, but my mouth was still dry.
When only the snow-white singlet was left, the laces were still loosely tied in a knot, as if to tempt her. Just a slight pull would reveal the beautiful muscle lines. Xie Zhiyan finally gave up, but he made another request: "Madam, where are my jewelry?"
"The jewelry is in Linlang Pavilion. How about next time?" Sheng Puju bit the tip of his tongue, his scalp numbing.
Xie Zhiyan nodded: "So Madam is looking forward to the next time."
Sheng Puzhu felt her cheeks getting even hotter. She changed a pen and couldn't help but look at the jewelry in the box, but she didn't dare to agree with Xie Zhiyan's words.
The night is long and seems to have no end.
The man with deep eyebrows and features on the rice paper supported his chin with one hand, his thin eyelids were slightly raised, and his lips were raised in a subtle arc. His upper body was bare except for his plain white underwear, and he did not look decent at all.
It's a very simple outline. She has great drawing skills and every line is just right.
Sheng Puzhu had just put down her pen when Xie Zhiyan was standing behind her. His cold fingertips rested on the back of her fair neck, stroking slowly downwards along the veins.
"Madam, are you satisfied tonight?" Xie Zhiyan pulled her into his arms, his voice low and a little breathy.
Sheng Puju was almost unable to hold on any longer. She leaned back obediently, her eyes fixed on the rice paper flattened by the paperweight. She was speechless and could only nod.
"As long as Puzhu likes it." Xie Zhiyan's voice was deep, and he pressed the person into his arms with purpose.
"Madam, why don't you paint jewelry? Am I unworthy?"
He is really fussy. He compares everything and is jealous of everything.
When he was in a good mood, he would admit it generously, like now: "Since I am the best of the best to you, you should give me what no one else has. I will dedicate myself to you tonight and tomorrow night as well."
Sheng Puzhu could hardly bear the sweet words that came out of his mouth, and her almond-shaped eyes, filled with mist, were about to become wet again.
"Why isn't your wife talking?"
"Don't you want it?"
Whenever Xie Zhiyan was in a bad mood, he would become silent, then become very domineering, and would not even admit that he was actually jealous.
"I want it." Sheng Puzhu's rosy lips opened slightly, unable to exert any strength, and her eyes were full of pity.
Xie Zhiyan used his arms to hold the person in his arms and sat in front of the desk. The painting he had just drawn was placed on the rosewood desk.
He asked knowingly, "What do you want?"
"I want you."
"Okay." Xie Zhiyan's voice was soft, like the moonlight tonight.
During the lingering moments before dawn, he was always gentle and patient, touching the clouds and then falling in an instant.
But no matter how Sheng Puzhu begged, he was still unwilling to leave his desk.
Sheng Puzhu was afraid of damaging the painting, so she had to distract herself, and her trembling and hot palms rested on the smooth rosewood table. Her slender fingers were weak, and because of the sweat, she could neither lie down nor hold on.
The force behind him did not decrease, and the palm moved forward inch by inch, and then was dragged back to its original position.
The moon was full and the pure white snow fell silently from the sky.
Wake up and it's dawn.
Sheng Puzhu opened her eyes lazily. She collapsed on the brocade quilt. There were marks on the back of her snow-white neck. If she hadn't covered it with a collar, she would probably not be able to see anyone. Fortunately, the cold weather gave her many excuses.
After breakfast, Sheng Puzhu went to see the paintings on the table.
The paperweight was still in its original position, but there were two pieces of rice paper.
She picked up the painting she had drawn last night and admired it with a blushing face. She was thinking about how to bind it into a book when she had more paintings in the future, but her eyes flickered and fell on another more bold and arrogant painting.
It was the same position as last night, she was being held...
Her fingertips felt like they were burned, and Sheng Puzhu's first reaction was to destroy the body so that she wouldn't let Madam Du and the others see it.
Just as she was about to roll up the scroll, Xie Zhiyan suddenly walked out from behind her, with a half-smile on his face: "Madam, are you dissatisfied?"
Sheng Puzhu was very nervous, and put the hand holding the painting behind his back: "My dear, why are you painting this?"
Xie Zhiyan took it for granted and didn't think it was a bad idea at all: "Private collection."
"Madam, are you unwilling?"
"It's not something we agreed on. It's a little secret that only you and I know."
"When did I say that?" Sheng Puzhu almost couldn't hold the thin piece of drawing paper.
Only then did she realize that Xie Zhiyan had been plotting this for some time, and once he found the best opportunity, he would seize it without hesitation.
However, the man had no sense of being the culprit. He slowly approached, took the painting from her hand, and smiled calmly: "Life is long. My wife and I must have more than one painting together."
"Marriage is a joyful affair. There's no need to be strict or rigid. As long as your wife is satisfied, no rules are necessary."
Although Sheng Puzhu was embarrassed and annoyed, he couldn't refute it at all. He was good at reading and naturally learned things from books in depth. Compared with Xie Zhiyan four years ago who was only reckless and had no compassion at the beginning, the current Xie Zhiyan probably knows more about tricks than anyone else.
Xie Zhiyan put away the painting, opened the window and looked at the white snow in the yard. Suddenly, he said, "My mother just came to find me. She is going to Yumen Pass to spend the New Year with my father."
Sheng Puzhu came back to her senses. She tilted her head slightly and said calmly, "Is it the eldest son of the Fu family who is going back to Chang'an?"
Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Prince An gave away many clues before his death. Xiao Heyin wasn't one to drag her feet. She basically killed everyone she needed to kill. Without the food and gunpowder secretly sent to them by those who colluded with her from inside the pass, the tribes outside the pass would be powerless."
Sheng Puzhu also looked at the snow outside the window: "What about my dear, when are you planning to go to Yumen Pass?"
Unlike military generals and civil officials, Xie Zhiyan cannot stay in Chang'an forever. If his soldiers are trapped in Chang'an, they will be crippled sooner or later.
Although Xiao Heyin is a girl, she comes from a military family and her methods of doing things are swift and decisive.
The sun was already high in the sky, and the wind was blowing the white snow. Xie Zhiyan raised his hand to catch the falling white flowers: "Fu Yunzheng and I will exchange every three years."
That means Fu Yunzheng will return to Chang'an, and Xie Zhiyan must set off for Yumen Pass.
"After the New Year?"
Sheng Puzhu accepted it calmly.
Xie Zhiyan hummed, looking at the snowflakes that were barely lingering in his palms: "Madam, do you want to join us?"
"Is it a cordial invitation?" Sheng Puzhu looked into his eyes, the corners of her lips curled up.
"Of course." Xie Zhiyan turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes.
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