Chapter 135: The Case "Shock"
The hustle and bustle of Rongnan's capital gradually faded behind them. The Yan Kingdom's diplomatic convoy pulled into a post station along the official road to rest. After a day of traveling, everyone was exhausted. After a quick dinner, they returned to their rooms.
In the best upper room of the inn, the candlelight was deliberately lit a little brighter, and the warm orange light filled the small space, dispelling the coldness of the northern night.
The windows were closed tightly, blocking out the sound of the wind outside, leaving only the occasional crackling of the lamp wick.
Dongfang Yuning had just taken off her hairpins and rings and changed into a soft moon-white nightgown. She was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her long hair like a waterfall with a jade comb.
The mirror reflected her profile, which was still beautiful even without her heavy makeup, with a hint of laziness and tiredness, but adding a touch of gentleness.
Nangong Ye finished processing several expedited documents, closed the last file, and looked up.
The candlelight gave her outline a soft golden edge. Her slender neck was like an elegant swan. The collar of her nightgown was slightly open, revealing a small section of delicate collarbone, which was faintly visible as she combed her hair.
The lucky princess who shone brightly in the diplomatic arena during the day, now took off her gorgeous clothes, like an orchid blooming quietly in the night, so beautiful and quiet, so beautiful that it makes people's hearts tremble.
He stood up, his tall and straight figure casting a long shadow in the candlelight, and walked silently behind her.
"Ning'er."
A deep voice rang out in the silent room, with a barely perceptible hoarseness.
Dongfang Yuning saw his approaching figure in the mirror, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously:
"Hmm? Are you done?"
Nangong Ye did not answer, but leaned down, wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, and rested his chin lightly on her neck which exuded a faint fragrance.
His warm breath sprayed on her sensitive skin, causing a slight shiver.
"Today...you are so beautiful."
His deep voice rang close to the ear, with a magnetic echo, like the mellowest wine, which could easily make people intoxicated.
The little woman in the mirror pouts her red lips slightly when she hears this, and with a bit of innocent dissatisfaction, she glances at him in the mirror:
"Husband~ What are you saying? When have I ever not been beautiful? Hmm? Tell me about it."
The coquettish look in her eyes was more alluring than the candlelight.
Nangong Ye chuckled softly, and the vibration of his chest was transmitted to her through the tightly pressed back.
He tightened his arms, hugging the person in his arms more tightly. He tilted his head and brushed her small earlobe with his thin lips. His voice was full of doting as if admitting his mistake, but it also hid a deeper temptation:
"It was a slip of the tongue. My wife is naturally... beautiful every day, every moment."
He paused deliberately, his breath brushing against her neck even hotter.
"It's just... today in the Rongnan Palace, you sat before everyone, chatting and laughing, giving advice on state affairs. Your confident, calm, and radiant appearance was particularly... captivating."
As he spoke, his hand around her waist began to move up slowly and unruly, feeling her exquisite curves through the thin nightgown.
There were thin calluses on the fingertips, and wherever they passed, it was like igniting a series of tiny flames.
Dongfang Yuning's ears felt hot from being rubbed by him, and her body softened slightly in his arms, but she kept saying:
"Hmph, smooth talker... I think you are... well..."
Before she could finish her words, he suddenly turned around and sealed her words with a kiss.
This kiss was initially gentle with soothing and apologetic touch, like tasting the most precious honey, carefully outlining the contours of her lips.
But soon, the tenderness was replaced by a deeper desire, becoming hot and lingering. He pried open her teeth and domineeringly absorbed her breath, conquering her and refusing to refuse.
His refreshing breath mixed with a strong male hormone instantly enveloped and overwhelmed her.
[Woo…118! Help! The vixen is acting strangely today! That look…that movement…so dangerous! What’s he up to today?!]
Desk? Desk?! Ahhh! Tong! Quick, exchange me for a 'Fixed Body Talisman'! Or a 'One-Click Asleep Talisman' will do! I feel like I'm going to die here tonight!]
Dongfang Yuning frantically called the system in the depths of his consciousness. His little face was flushed with an intoxicating red due to lack of oxygen and emotion. His body was extremely soft. It was only because of his strong arms that he did not slide down.
System 118 continued to play dead, the signal light flickered faintly, pretending that the signal was bad...
[Hey! 118! You traitor! You stood by and watched someone die! What use are you to me? You failed me at the crucial moment! Wait until I get out alive, and see how I'll deal with you!]
The villain in Dongfang Yuning's heart was so angry that he was jumping up and down, but he was helplessly dragged into a deeper vortex.
Nangong Ye seemed to sense her slight distraction, and bit her lower lip lightly as a punishment, then deepened the kiss, plundering her breath and mind more unscrupulously.
He held her in his arms, moved his feet slightly, and in a few steps he had her in front of the large desk in the middle of the room.
The hard wooden table edge pressed against her lower back, and in front of her was his hot and solid chest. Dongfang Yuning was trapped in this small space, with no escape.
There were still several files and papers spread out on the desk, which had not yet been put away. At this moment, they became a strange background in this charming atmosphere.
"Ning'er..."
Nangong Ye's kiss finally left her ravaged and slightly swollen lips, and went all the way down along her graceful jawline, leaving a burning mark on her sensitive neck and collarbone.
His voice was unclear, filled with desire.
"Don't be afraid... your husband loves you..."
His big hands were not idle either. The laces of her pajamas were skillfully untied at some point. The cool air touched her warm skin, causing her to shiver.
The rough fingertips, with a surprising heat, slowly moved across her smooth back, bringing waves of heart-pounding numbness.
[It's over, it's over... He's really on the table! This posture... This location... Nangong Ye, you old fox! You're getting more and more tricks!]
Dongfang Yuning was so embarrassed that her toes curled up, but her body honestly became hot and soft under his teasing.
She could only cling to his shoulders weakly, burying her hot little face in the crook of his strong neck, whimpering softly like a little animal seeking shelter.
"Brother Aye..."
She called him softly, her voice filled with the grievance and plea for mercy of being severely bullied.
This call was like a catalyst. Nangong Ye's eyes instantly darkened like night, and within them surged a flame that could devour everything.
He was no longer satisfied with just a quick taste. He held her knees with his big hands and with a little effort, he lifted her onto the large desk.
The file was swept aside with a slight sound. Dongfang Yuning exclaimed and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.
She sat on the cold table, her slender white legs hanging in the air, and the hem of her bright red pajamas spread out like a blooming flower.
Nangong Ye was standing between her legs, his tall figure completely covering her, his eyes scorching like a beast locking onto its prey.
The candlelight danced, casting the overlapping figures of the two people clearly on the wall. The shadows were stretched and distorted, full of ambiguous tension.
The air was filled with the scent of ink, candle smoke and her unique sweet fragrance, mixed into an intoxicating aroma.
He leaned over and kissed her again, his big palms igniting a prairie fire on her body, every inch of her skin trembled and burned under his control.
The coldness of the desk formed a sharp contrast with the heat of the man in front of her. The stimulation of both ice and fire made her consciousness blurred, and she could only follow his rhythm.
The faint sobs, suppressed gasps, and the rustling of clothes interweave into the most moving music in this silent night.
The candle flame seemed to be infected by the heat and danced more happily.
After an unknown amount of time, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths blending together, both breathing slightly after being aroused.
He looked at the person in his arms's blurred eyes, rosy cheeks, and slightly swollen lips, with deep satisfaction and love in his eyes.
"Tired?"
His voice was hoarse and lazi, and he gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips. It was unclear whether it was caused by love or being bullied.
Dongfang Yuning didn't even have the energy to glare at him. He could only lean softly in his arms, like a cat being stroked, and muttered softly:
“…beast…”
Nangong Ye chuckled softly, his chest trembling. He said no more, bent down, and passed his arms through her knees and back, then lifted her up gently and steadily.
Only some messy traces and flickering candlelight were left on the desk.
He carried her to the bed in the inner room, carefully placed her on the soft quilt, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for her.
Then he lay down on top of her, took her into his arms again, and hugged her tightly.
"Go to sleep."
He kissed the top of her head, his voice soothing.
"We have to leave tomorrow."
Dongfang Yuning rested his head on his strong arm, his nose filled with the reassuring and refreshing scent of his body. Although his body was exhausted, his heart was strangely filled with a huge sense of security.
The fierce embrace just now and the gentle embrace at this moment formed a strong contrast, but it made her indulge in it and extremely greedy.
[Forget it… considering he was kind at the end… let him go this time…]
She thought drowsily, her eyelids closed heavily, and soon she fell into a deep and sweet sleep in that familiar embrace.
Nangong Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, and her red lips were slightly pouting, completely defenseless.
The fire in his eyes had long since faded, leaving only gentleness like water and deep affection that was so thick it could not be dissolved. He tightened his arms around her, as if wanting to rub her into his bones and blood.
The room in the inn returned to silence, with only the candlelight still flickering, silently guarding the tender warmth in this room.
The next morning, the morning light shines through the window paper, gently awakening the sleeping inn.
Dongfang Yuning slowly woke up in Nangong Ye's arms. His body still felt sore from last night, but he felt much better.
The residual effect of the worry-free ointment was still there, and coupled with a good night's sleep, she looked energetic. Her eyes were more charming than usual, nurtured by love.
Nangong Ye had already woken up and was half leaning on the headboard, holding her in one hand and reading a map in the other. Seeing her wake up, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead:
"Awake? How do you feel?"
Dongfang Yuning thought of the shock at the desk last night, and her cheeks became hot again. She glared at him:
"Thanks to the prince, my waist is still there."
Her tone was coquettish but without much resentment.
Nangong Ye chuckled and pinched the tip of her nose:
"As long as the madam is satisfied."
He put down the map,
"Get up, we have to hurry to our next stop today, the Kulun tribe."
After they finished washing up, they changed into formal attire. Dongfang Yuning was still wearing a dazzling red dress, which made her skin look whiter than snow and more radiant than anything else.
Nangong Ye was wearing the same black python robe as always, with an upright posture and an imposing aura.
When he walked out of the room, Nangong Yue, Chen Xiaoyun, and the twin princes with dark circles under their eyes, who were obviously sleep-deprived, were already waiting in the courtyard of the post station.
Seeing Prince Yong looking refreshed and the princess looking radiant, although her walking posture seemed a little delicate, everyone had different expressions.
"Set off!"
At Nangong Ye's command, the convoy set off again, heading deep into the vast grassland.
The sun was shining brightly, shining on the gems in the convoy, reflecting a dazzling light, just like the promising future of Yanmao District, and the never-fading, passionate and long-lasting affection between Prince Yong and his wife.
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