Chapter 62 Chapter 62 He personally handed her the handle. ...
Xue Yuanyin ignored him and stood up to rinse her mouth.
She had just made such a big sacrifice. At first, she bravely kissed it, and then sucked it lightly with her lips, but she had no experience in this area. She thought of this method because she remembered the last time Zhang Jingxuan served her with his lips and tongue. She tried to imitate his skills clumsily, but she didn't get the point. She was so unfamiliar with it that she even felt she was being reckless.
But Zhang Jingxuan seemed to react strongly, and finally hurriedly withdrew and used her hands to help.
Although there was no taste in her mouth, she still rinsed her mouth to feel relieved.
This time Xue Yuanyin was sure that he liked the man on top.
But she also wanted to be on top and lean over to look at him. What should she do?
Is it possible that there will be a fight at that time?
Xue Yuanyin suppressed her thoughts and after hearing Zhang Jingxuan's words, she put down the mouthwash cup and looked at the scroll on the drawing table.
The noble young man of an aristocratic family sat on the soft couch, his eyes half-open, his clothes completely stripped off, his posture a little unfocused, his smooth, thin muscle lines clearly visible, only a nightgown draped around his waist, but upon closer inspection one could vaguely glimpse his rise.
The dim light from the lamp shone on the side of his face, and the gentle and clear outline of his cheek was embedded in the semi-light and semi-darkness, like a carefully carved porcelain.
Xue Yuanyin couldn't help but nod. This painting is really good, worthy of her. Oh no, worthy of Zhang Jingxuan.
She responded to what he had just said: "I know."
The lust on Zhang Jingxuan's face gradually faded. Thinking of her action that had left him no time to refuse, his eyes fell on her lips, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he said:
"How did you come up with that idea?"
He hadn't intended for her to help him like this.
Xue Yuanyin snorted softly, "I learned it from you last time in the carriage. I was in a good mood because you sacrificed your naked body, but this is just one time! Don't think about it again."
Zhang Jingxuan's tone was ambiguous: "You are quite fair."
It seems that he was very happy to serve her that time, otherwise why would Miss Xue be so condescending to him.
After a pause, he thought of something and raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking:
"According to what you said, I still owe you a few times..."
Xue Yuanyin also thought of this, but she felt a little ashamed and wanted to save face, so she refused to continue the conversation. Her face flushed slightly as she looked around and said something else:
"It's obviously you who are too lustful."
It was unclear whether Zhang Jingxuan really didn't care or was taking it to heart. He didn't respond and didn't mention it any further.
He was only wearing an outer robe. It was already the end of the night and it was still cold at night. Especially since he had just experienced such a violent emotional ups and downs that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and body. He couldn't afford to catch a cold.
He tightened his robe, tied the belt around his waist, took the clothes on the table and went to the clean room, saying:
"I'm going to shower and change."
Xue Yuanyin raised her eyes and asked, "Can I take a look around your study? Is this your own study?"
Zhang Jingxuan's eyes regained clarity and he nodded, "It's mine."
Xue Yuanyin asked, "Will anyone else come into the study?"
Zhang Jingxuan: "No."
Xue Yuanyin confirmed again: "What about the future? No one will come?"
Zhang Jingxuan glanced at her and said, "No. Not unless I allow it."
Otherwise he would not have chosen this as the painting location.
"knew."
Xue Yuanyin walked around the study casually, took out a few books and read them. When Zhang Jingxuan's back disappeared in the side hall, she put the books back.
She walked to the drawing table and looked at the painting. The ink had dried and it was ready to be framed and put back in the box.
Xue Yuanyin carefully examined the work, describing it in detail with his eyes. He looked at it for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave it in his mind.
This must be her best painting, she thought.
Faint cheers could be heard from outside Zhuyue Palace. The excitement of the sacrificial ceremony had spread from the Temple of Heaven in the southern suburbs to the Qingshan Mountains in the north of the city through word of mouth among the people in the capital.
This time, Xue Yuanyin clearly heard people on the streets blessing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to become the Chief Sacrifice Officer. She knew what this meant. It meant that all the gentle tactics used by His Royal Highness the Prince of Yu were useless, and he missed the opportunity to become the Chief Sacrifice Officer.
The crown prince is the legitimate heir to the throne, and his position is unshakable and cannot be shaken.
Will His Royal Highness Prince Yu really be willing to accept this?
Xue Yuanyin stopped listening to the noise outside. She carefully rolled up the painting, tied it with silk, and tied a knot. She turned to look in the direction Zhang Jingxuan left.
He had already entered the purification room and could hear the faint sound of water.
She retracted her gaze, took the rolled-up painting, walked around the bookshelf, and went to the desk on the inside of the study.
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When Zhang Jingxuan came back from bathing and changing clothes, Xue Yuanyin was standing beside the desk, looking down at something.
Only when he got closer did he see a broken hairpin on the floor. It was a golden hairpin with a hundred flowers and flowing pearls, and the bright petals were broken into several pieces, like a beautiful woman who had passed away, dull and lifeless.
She was staring intently, as if trying to see a hole in it.
Hearing the sound of progress behind him, Xue Yuanyin turned to look at him and asked naturally:
"Have you dated other women here? Are they the young ladies that the Zhang family introduced to you?"
Xue Yuanyin knew that her inquiries were not very calm and were even a bit clumsy, but Zhang Jingxuan was always understanding and usually would not expose her.
But this time she miscalculated.
Zhang Jingxuan looked at her and asked, catching her off guard: "Do you care about this issue?"
Xue Yuanyin's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little annoyed. She didn't like being manipulated by him, so she turned away coldly and said,
"I saw a broken gold hairpin and was just asking out of curiosity. Don't act like I'm asking for your secret."
She turned around and was about to leave the desk, but Zhang Jingxuan grabbed her wrist as she turned around. He lowered his eyes to look at her and said softly:
"No one else has ever been to Zhuyue Palace, and I haven't agreed to any matchmakers. This golden hairpin was a gift I prepared for your seventeenth birthday when I invited you to visit Zhuyue Palace last time."
Xue Yuanyin suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with genuine surprise and disbelief. Then he realized something and became speechless.
She was locked up in Xue Chang's mansion that time and broke her promise.
He was such a proud man, and it was understandable that he would smash the gift he prepared but was stood up.
Xue Yuanyin bent down and carefully picked up the hairpin. There was a discarded wooden box next to it. She put the golden hairpin back, put it in her arm, stood up and said:
"Since you originally intended to give it to me, even though it's broken now, it's still a token of your thoughtfulness. I'll take it, how do you think?"
Zhang Jingxuan looked at her for a moment, waited for a while, but when she didn't say anything more, he nodded and said:
"If you don't mind it being broken."
Xue Yuanyin didn't say anything else. She looked out at the dark night and said, "I'm leaving."
Zhang Jingxuan didn't move. Xue Yuanyin looked at him and saw that he was blocking the outside, as if he had trapped himself in front of the desk.
She was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"
There seemed to be some kind of emotion in Zhang Jingxuan's eyes, very heavy, very deep, yet also very light, like the white snow in winter, seemingly piled up, but its weight could not be touched.
He looked at her and spoke in a low voice, so low that it seemed as if it would disappear into the silent side hall in the next second:
"Today is the winter solstice, won't you stay with me for a while?"
Xue Yuanyin was surprised by his question because he didn't usually say such things.
She didn't understand the reason, nor did she want to think about it. She was afraid that something would get out of her control.
Xue Yuanyin lowered her eyes, clutched her bag, and repeated:
"Zhang Jingxuan, I'm leaving."
Zhang Jingxuan did not answer, but looked out through the window of the side hall at the night outside. The shadows of the trees were swaying, and the hidden red tassels of armor were arranged in rows, which could not be seen clearly in the dim night.
The sacrifice at the Temple of Heaven in the southern suburbs has come to an end, midnight is approaching, and all we have to do is wait for the bell to ring.
He looked back at her and slowly caressed her face, clearly burning with fire, but her cheeks felt a little cold.
How could she be cold? She was clearly dressed warmly, and just now, while she was painting him, she was so hot that she had to place an ice basin under the drawing table.
Is a woman's body temperature always so changeable?
Zhang Jingxuan slightly curved his eyes, his smile was gentle, and his voice was also soft, and it was hard to tell whether it was sincere or false.
He just jokingly said, "Do you want to elope with me and become a pair of wild mandarin ducks?"
When Xue Yuanyin heard this, she inexplicably wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She also replied softly:
"And then? Wandering around the world?"
Zhang Jingxuan nodded, seemingly insincerely:
"Yes, wherever we escape to, we'll be happy there, and no one will recognize us."
Xue Yuanyin laughed this time, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her lighthearted laughter:
"Then you wear coarse clothes, go hungry, hide and seek, and live in darkness. And you tell me this is what you call a smooth and happy life?"
Zhang Jingxuan pursed his lips, sighed imperceptibly, and stopped answering.
The relaxed smile on Xue Yuanyin's face disappeared instantly. He clenched the bag in his hand and said coldly:
"Midnight is almost here. Stop wasting time and get out of the way!"
Zhang Jingxuan stopped in front of her and said calmly, "What if I don't let you?"
Xue Yuanyin raised her chin slightly: "This is not up to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a short blade, which was not clear where it came from, hit him in the face. The force of the blade was so strong that it forced Zhang Jingxuan to retreat.
Her martial arts skills were superior to his, and Zhang Jingxuan could not let her get close to him. He retreated several feet away and said:
"I didn't mean to stop you, I just wanted to ask you a few questions."
The one who answered him was Xue Yuanyin, who stabbed straight at him with a sharp short blade in his hand!
Zhang Jingxuan lowered his brows slightly, mobilized his internal energy, and raised his palm to block her blade energy.
Xue Yuanyin knew that Zhang Jingxuan had great internal strength and could block the blade from a distance. She made two feints to deceive his internal energy, then suddenly leaned forward and stabbed him in the chest and lungs.
He was unable to dodge in the split second and stood there without moving. Xue Yuanyin controlled his short blade to not deflect or avoid, but only heard a crisp "ding" sound. The short blade pierced his body, but it was not the sound of penetrating flesh, but more like hitting some armor.
Zhang Jingxuan was knocked back two steps by her unrestrained strength and raised his hands to cover his heart and lungs.
Xue Yuanyin looked at his unharmed appearance and immediately understood something - Zhang Jingxuan had actually taken advantage of the time when he was taking a shower and changing clothes to wear soft armor under his outer robe!
The air was a little quiet. She looked at Zhang Jingxuan. Zhang Jingxuan also put down his hand and looked at her calmly.
Xue Yuanyin put away her sharp short blade and walked towards him. He was a head taller than her, so when she stood closer, she had to raise her head slightly to meet his gaze.
She didn't know what to feel, perhaps relief, perhaps disappointment, or perhaps she felt that the dust had settled and her fate was finally back on track, as it should be.
She said slowly, "So you really are on guard against me."
Zhang Jingxuan whispered, "So you really can stab me."
Xue Yuanyin found it a little ridiculous: "If you believed me, why would you wear soft armor?"
Zhang Jingxuan said slowly, "How would you know I was wearing soft armor if you didn't poke me?"
Xue Yuanyin had nothing to say. It was true. Before the ending came out, neither she nor he could completely trust the other.
She was too careless, always thinking that since he had been so indulgent towards her, he should indulge her again.
"sorry."
Xue Yuanyin suddenly apologized in a low voice, then put the wooden box into his bag, tucked it in his arm, stepped out of the desk, and turned to leave.
Zhang Jingxuan suddenly asked, "Last time, you didn't come to Zhuyue Palace to keep your appointment, but instead went to the north of the city with Liu Minyan to climb the mountains and enjoy the scenery. Was it voluntary, or was there another reason?"
Xue Yuanyin had her back to him and was about to step out of the side hall, but when she heard his question, her feet seemed to have taken root and she couldn't move another step.
Her eyes were filled with tears and she almost shed tears because of his question.
She pursed her lips and forced herself not to answer.
Zhang Jingxuan asked, "It was Xue Chang who locked you up, wasn't it? And it was he who forced you to get engaged, wasn't it?"
Xue Yuanyin stared at the tip of her shoe, swallowed the lump in her throat, and whispered, "Is this answer important?"
She originally thought that there would be no more answers from behind her, but Zhang Jingxuan replied softly:
“For me, it’s very important.”
Xue Yuanyin slowly clenched the hand on the side of his body into a fist.
She did not answer, but Zhang Jingxuan seemed no longer interested in finding out the answer and only said:
"I see."
Xue Yuanyin suddenly turned around, looked at him and said, "Are you going to lose our bet?"
Zhang Jingxuan paused for a moment, as if avoiding the question, but then he looked directly at her and said, "Do you want to know the answer?"
Xue Yuanyin was momentarily distracted by his gaze, and the next second she quickly turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, and said:
"I have something I want to leave with you temporarily. Please keep it for me. I will ask you for it next time I come."
She took the bag under her arm and turned to walk towards the gate of Zhuyue Palace.
"Xue Yuanyin."
Zhang Jingxuan rarely called her name like this. Xue Yuanyin paused slightly and heard him whisper, "Don't get hurt."
Xue Yuanyin's heartbeat, which had remained steady for so long, finally skipped a beat.
She didn't respond, but walked out of the door quickly, not daring to look back.
Pushing open the red door of the hall and stepping into the night, Xue Yuanyin was blinded by the darkness for a moment and shivered with cold.
She had to admit that she was not as brave as she thought, and was even cowardly.
She didn't even dare to ask him for confirmation. Could it be that the unspoken meaning in what you just said was that you wanted to say you liked her?
…
After Xue Yuanyin left, Zhang Jingxuan in the hall slowly lifted up his outer robe and lowered his eyes to look at his heart and lungs.
The soft armor dented slightly, almost piercing the flesh next to it.
He closed his outer robe and listened to the faint sound of soldiers marching outside from the direction of the imperial city. Suddenly remembering something, he turned and walked towards the desk, paused slightly, and pulled open the wooden drawer with force.
The painting that meticulously depicted his naked body lay quietly there, rolled up and tied carefully with silk knots.
Zhang Jingxuan picked up the painting, lowered his eyes and looked at it for a while, and a sense of absurdity flashed through his mind.
He suddenly felt like laughing, but couldn't.
Who could have imagined that she loved his body so much, and tried every possible means to depict it, take it back and keep it in the bottom of the box, and finally let go and let the painting return to his hands.
She is really stubborn and silly.
He hated being controlled by others the most in his life, but he did this one outrageous thing. However, he personally handed her the handle, and she gave it back to him.
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The author has something to say: Actually, before writing this chapter, my outline was that the heroine would take the painting away, but in the end I helplessly discovered that this would not work either logically or in terms of the plot. The painting was destined to stay.
However, this painting will return to the heroine in the future, so don’t worry!
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