There are many mansions of dukes, marquises and earls in the capital, but only the mansions granted when they were awarded titles for their meritorious service in the founding of the country can own an entire street, such as the Mansion of the Marquis of Xiangyang, which is two blocks away to the south, and the Mansion of the Duke of Yingguo, which is three blocks away to the north. Later, the mansions of titles awarded due to military merit or royal relatives do not often have such scenery, such as the Mansion of the Marquis of Dongchang and the Mansion of the Marquis of Fuchang, which was once cannon fodder. Although they are magnificent and noble, they only occupy more land.
Minglan understood this very well. At that time, the country had just been founded and there was a lot of land but few people. Of course, the emperor was generous in his spending. Later, when the capital was prosperous and real estate was extremely expensive, the founding heroes had already occupied their own space, so there was no longer much land.
Of course, there are also tragic cases like the Zhongqin Mansion of Hualan's husband's family. As a founding hero, their mansion of pavilions, towers and courtyards occupied most of the street, but they were stripped of their titles and houses because they were involved in a rebellion. After they were finally reinstated, they could not return to the original imperial mansion.
Because several generations of the Gu family's marquis were ordered to garrison the border, the Ningyuan Street occupied by the marquis' mansion was not very wide or long.
However, no matter what, there are always exceptions in this world. For example, Uncle Shen is not only from the Queen's family, but also has military merits. Therefore, his Weibei Marquis Mansion occupies mountains and expands forests, with a wall in front and a backer behind, surrounded by mountains and rivers, which is truly unique in the capital.
Minglan also understood this. Many nobles had made mistakes in the past two years. After several rounds of purges and bloodbaths, countless properties of the guilty officials were confiscated. The new emperor had been very well off recently, so naturally he wanted to reward his brother-in-law, uh, and his followers.
So when Minglan saw the grandeur of the Fuyuan Gu Mansion, she was not very surprised. What surprised her was that this mansion was only separated from the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion by half a forest and a garden of a criminal that had just been confiscated by the royal family.
"How is it? Are you satisfied with this house?" Gu Tingye looked at Minglan with a look of surprise and said with a smile.
Minglan looked at the mountain garden covered with clouds and flowers, and almost opened her mouth. After a while, she said, "It's such a short distance, but it took so long?" She felt that she had wasted a lot of energy.
Gu Tingye raised his eyebrows: "No matter how close the road is, it's still two families; others can't interfere here."
Minglan showed a slight joy on her face. Does this... mean that she doesn't have to get up early?
On the first day of her wedding, Minglan was very tired after a busy day and aches all over her body. When she returned to the Governor's Mansion, it was already dark. She couldn't even see what her new parents looked like. Danju helped her back to the house. After washing up, she changed into a casual and light outfit and dived into the bright red quilt embroidered with dragons and phoenixes.
She just wanted to rest for a while and then get up for dinner, but she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she closed her eyes. No one called her until midnight when Minglan just woke up. In her daze, she thought she was at her mother's house. She half stretched her body and reached for the small table beside the bed. Unexpectedly, in the darkness, she felt a naked and slightly rough chest.
Minglan squinted her eyes, unable to react. Who was this person? She touched him a few more times.
A big hand grasped hers, and the man lifted the thick satin bed curtain embroidered with floral patterns and casually hooked it on the copper hook by the window. A dim sheep-horn palace lantern was placed on the small round table carved with rosewood by the bed. In the dim light, Minglan could see the person in front of her clearly.
Gu Tingye's long, thick, jet-black hair was half loose and half draped over his snow-white satin shoulders. The lapels of his inner garment were all open, revealing his broad and thick light brown chest. Minglan squinted in the dim light and saw that there seemed to be many scars on it. The room was lit with a faint scent of incense, which exuded a pink charm, but it could not cover up the strong scent of the man beside her.
"What's wrong?" Gu Tingye seemed to be half asleep as well, and he hugged Minglan with half-closed eyes.
"I want some water." Minglan tilted her head, her cheeks as white as snow and her lips as soft as pink, but her eyes were hazy. "I want some oranges."
Gu Tingye was alert to begin with, even if he had been tired for the past few days, he was now sober. Seeing Minglan's hazy face, he stretched out his long arms, took out a teapot from the warming cage on the bedside table, poured a cup of warm tea into a fine porcelain cup, and handed it to Minglan. Minglan held the tea in her two fat paws and gulped it down, saying blankly, "Anything else?"
Gu Tingye took a look and poured her another cup. This time she couldn't finish it. She drank only half of it and put it away. She returned the cup and tea to her husband, then fell down consciously, turned her back and got into the quilt to continue sleeping.
Gu Tingye held the teacup in his hand, looking at Minglan who was sleeping like a pig, and was speechless for a long time. He simply drank the remaining half cup of tea in one gulp. After putting it back in the teacup, he turned around and pulled Minglan's quilt. The girl had a soft and fragrant body, with plump flesh and slender bones. Gu Tingye was very satisfied with the way he hugged her. He tightened his arms and touched her along the collar of her inner clothes, feeling her smoothness.
At first, he just touched her a few times, but he became interested as he touched her more. He leaned forward and found the girl's soft lips. There were still wet stains on her lips from drinking water just now. He put his lips in and the more he kissed, the hotter he became. His hands began to caress her frantically.
Minglan felt something was wrong under her, and she twisted her body to wake up. She opened her eyes in confusion, her lips slightly parted, and struggled slightly, at a loss, but he grabbed her under him and held her down tightly.
Her body was burning hot, and she was thrust hard into him in a trance. Minglan endured it at first, but she was a novice after all, and later she felt more and more sore and hot, and her legs had no strength left, so she hung on his arms, moaning and hoping that he would finish soon.
Unexpectedly, he was quite energetic after a good sleep. He used all his strength to rub her body and kissed her until she almost melted into water. Minglan couldn't bear it anymore and started to cry and beg for mercy. Her soft and delicate cries aroused him even more. He bit her fair and tender shoulders and growled softly.
Minglan listened to the heavy, low gasps coming from his throat, and her body felt as if it was on fire. She felt so uncomfortable that she finally passed out.
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The next morning, when Mother Cui rushed to the bridal chamber, she smelled a strong and pungent fragrance in the room. The smell of sexual intercourse between men and women filled the whole room. The maids had blushed and helped Minglan take a bath. Mother Cui stepped in and saw the couple sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. Minglan looked as if she had not woken up yet, but Gu Tingye was full of energy. He was putting one of Minglan's white jade-like feet on his knee with great interest and slowly putting socks on her.
Mother Cui stepped forward, resisting the urge to glare at the new son-in-law. She quickly took the socks and bowed, saying, "Son-in-law, go wash up quickly. I'll take care of the girl."
Gu Tingye was not angry. He stood up, put on a long-sleeved wide-legged shirt, and went to the inner room of the side wing. Mother Cui watched him leave, then squatted down to put shoes and socks on Minglan. When she was putting on her outer jacket, she inadvertently lifted the collar and saw an ambiguous blue and red mark on Minglan's skin spreading from her shoulders and neck to her chest.
Mother Cui was suddenly furious, but she endured it secretly and waited until she returned home three days later to complain.
Minglan felt that she was more tired after sleeping than not sleeping at all. She couldn't even straighten her waist and was so hungry that her stomach was sticking to her back. When she saw the steaming hot breakfast on the table, her eyes lit up and she drank three bowls of porridge in a row, breaking the record and almost bursting her stomach. Gu Tingye also had a good appetite. Not only did he eat a lot himself, but he also added more food for Minglan while watching her eat.
Minglan felt that he was like a black-hearted pig farm worker who was working hard to fatten up the pigs in order to eat them. She glared at him fiercely, but saw that he was smiling ambiguously and looking at her with a half-smile. Minglan blushed so much that blood seemed to be dripping out.
She didn't even want to say anything, thinking that there were no other elders in the house anyway, so she quickly finished her meal and went back to sleep. She was currently sleep deprived and her mind was not clear, so she couldn't fight him, so she had to recover her fighting strength first.
Originally, that day, Gu Tingye planned to let Minglan meet several managers in the mansion and hand over the household affairs to her, but seeing that Minglan was about to fall asleep while standing, he put all the matters on hold and went to the outer study to deal with some urgent matters.
Perhaps it was the harmony of yin and yang, Gu Tingye felt that the sky was exceptionally bright that day, the whole house was filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and heaven and earth were in harmony. He could no longer remember the unpleasantness of yesterday, and had a smile on his face the whole day, just thinking about finishing his work quickly so that he could go back home; even if he couldn't do anything, it would be nice to get some other benefits.
Minglan finally recovered some strength after resting during the day and planned to talk to her new husband in the evening about the stars and the moon, life ideals and family management issues; but unfortunately, Gu Tingye had completely different plans. Before Minglan could even start the conversation, he hurriedly dragged her to the bed and excitedly made love with her for most of the night.
On the morning of the third day after their wedding, Gu Tingye looked at Minglan worriedly. Seeing her depressed and drooping look, he felt quite distressed and gradually regretted that he should not have been so excited last night since he had to return home today.
Minglan slumped over the table with a sore body, holding the bowl of porridge with shaking wrists, and couldn't help crying - as a legal worker, she strongly agreed that couples had the obligation to have sex, and also agreed that sex played an important role in marriage, and she was willing to cooperate, but, but... woo woo, she really had the will but not the ability!
Three days after their wedding, Comrade Gu seemed to have no higher expectations of Minglan. He did not ask her to manage the household, nor did he ask her to take on housework immediately. His only and biggest demand at the moment was that she perform well in bed.
Minglan picked up the lotus porcelain plate with a bitter face, and thought sadly: The mistress of a wealthy family does mental work, fighting wits and courage, but she does physical work, heavy physical work! What is this, what is this, taking yin to replenish yang?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt wretched and depressed. Minglan was furious. She was just a tender little girl, how could she possibly compete with his strong bones? Ugh… not only was their size mismatched, but their physical strength and endurance were also vastly different. He had simply won unfairly! Humph! If he had the guts, he could wait until she was thirty and as fierce as a wolf or forty, and see if he could still be there!
Minglan drank her porridge while imagining things in Ah Q's mind. She felt very happy in her heart, but she accidentally moved her body and felt a pain in her waist and legs. She could only gasp for air - damn it, we'll see!
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