The dim firelight flickered between the two, and the restless air was a mixture of the effects of alcohol and the burning heat of sleep.
He looked at her, his gaze fixed on a world of fleeting beauty, but unfortunately, he couldn't glimpse the alluring charm behind his veil.
She was looking at him, but it didn't seem like she was just looking at him.
"Liu Fengmian, can your eyes be cured?"
He said, "You're disgusted?"
She rolled her eyes: "You're doing this on purpose. I asked you because I wanted to say that if there's still hope, I'll find a miracle doctor to treat you when I make money in the future."
"You're not worried about the money anymore?" he teased her.
"It hurts, but..." She opened her mouth but didn't say it. She just scratched her face and sincerely praised, "Liu Fengmian, your body proportions are so good. You have a perfect nine-head figure."
She's changed the subject again. Is she afraid to talk about it, or unwilling to talk about it?
Just then, I suddenly heard her ask.
Are your feet cold? Would you like to soak them?
Yuwen Sheng's emotions, which had just subsided, were stirred up again. He suppressed his smile and remained silent, but his body betrayed him by sitting up.
Zheng Quchi stopped carving and went to fetch a basin of hot water. But this time, Yuwen Sheng avoided her help and took off his shoes and socks to soak them himself.
But as she stood up, he suddenly grabbed her arm.
Why was such a contract drafted?
Here it comes, here it comes. As expected, the questioning may be late, but it will never be forgotten.
She carefully considered her words before slowly saying, "Well... suddenly two strangers getting married, I was worried you would mind, and I'm not quite used to it myself... I'm not sure if I can handle married life well, and I'm not sure if you and I can get along. What if someone regrets it later... Because I was overthinking too many things, I drafted that agreement."
No, the real reason is that she wants to find someone to have a fake marriage with. First, she can avoid paying the unmarried tax; second, she can avoid being pressured by her parents to get married; and third, if the marriage falls apart in the future, she can use this as an excuse to get rid of this temporary, arranged first marriage and regain her status as a single aristocrat.
But she dared not speak, for fear that Liu Fengmian would kill her.
After hearing her words, Yuwen Sheng suddenly slipped a cold object onto her wrist.
"Keep it safe, and don't sell it."
Zheng Quchi was so angry that her cheeks hurt. No matter how much she loved money, she wouldn't just sell off her belongings so easily, okay?
"What's this?"
She shook the gold and jade bracelet on her wrist. The jade body of the bamboo was like a blue pool, and the dewdrops were exquisite and translucent. She touched it and found that it was not cold, but rather had a warm and smooth feel like porcelain.
Zheng Quchi wasn't unfamiliar with good things. She was extremely poor in this life, but in her previous life, she had at least eight figures in savings.
In short, it looks very expensive!
No wonder he specifically reminded her that if she really sold it, she could be rolling in money for the rest of her life. It would be hard for anyone to resist such a temptation.
Yuwen Sheng released her: "Not carving anymore? Then go to sleep."
If you don't want to say, then don't say.
“Eagle”.
Zheng Quchi knew exactly what to do on their wedding night, but she was completely unprepared to be his wife.
Originally, she thought she and Liu Fengmian would just be a fake couple. After all, Liu Fengmian worked under Yuwen Sheng and had a promising future, while she was just a village woman. According to the plots of various TV dramas and novels, someone as shameless as her would lose her position sooner or later.
But now that she has learned about Liu Fengmian's family rules, her entire plan has been ruined.
She couldn't think of any other way for the time being, so she could only painstakingly carve an apology gift for him all night.
The bright morning sunlight streamed in, and Yuwen Sheng slowly woke up.
Seeing that Zheng Quchi had fallen asleep on the table sometime last night, he got up and inadvertently noticed a sculpture next to her.
His pupils constricted slightly.
A ferocious eight-headed serpent docilely coiled around a man. The man was slender yet tall, with black hair flowing over his shoulders, billowing even without wind. He wore a long, wide-sleeved robe of intricate and exquisite design, his eyes half-closed, covered by a narrow veil. He possessed a divine and otherworldly air, seemingly both god and demon, righteous and wicked.
That face belonged to Yuwen Sheng.
He picked up the statue and examined it closely. She had depicted his appearance with such detail and perfection. The snake, hair, clothes, eye veil and man were integrated into the scene, yet also formed a scene of their own. The openwork parts were broken and then inlaid together by various overlapping parts. This exquisite openwork carving technique was simply amazing.
At least, Yuwen Sheng had never seen anyone with such skill.
cluck cluck~
Yuwen Sheng turned his gaze to the gray pigeon by the window, and saw Zheng Quchi, who was sleeping, frown. He was about to be woken up. He flicked out a burst of energy, which startled the pigeon and made it fly away.
The carrier pigeons were sent by Wei Yao. Since Yuwen Sheng had never told them who the new wife was, they didn't dare to investigate in secret behind the general's back. They could only rely on specially trained carrier pigeons to contact the general who was "going home".
It is precisely for this reason that they still do not know that their general is "living off his wife" in the Sang family.
Zheng Quchi slept straight through until noon. When he woke up with a sore back, he found himself lying in bed, and the work he had worked on all night was gone.
She guessed that Liu Fengmian must have taken it, which meant that what happened last night should be put behind them.
Thinking that Zheng Quchi would sleep until the afternoon, Brother Sang cooked a pot of vegetable porridge for lunch, which is what their family usually eats.
When Zheng Quchi arrived, he saw Yuwen Sheng eating as if picking at grains of rice from a bowl, putting it down after only a couple of bites: "You eat so little?"
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