Chapter 29 Chapter 29 The room was filled with warmth, and the incense burner was emitting...
The room was filled with warmth, and the aroma of Lingling from the incense burner became stronger, which, together with the hanging red embroidered gilt tent, created a fiery and intoxicating atmosphere.
Ji Yanlang tilted his head slightly and stole a glance at Fang Ying who was sitting next to him. She was also wearing only a midriff-baring shirt and had her head lowered at the moment, as if looking at her hands on her knees.
The fingers of those hands were slender, and the round nails were dyed pink, which became even brighter under the hazy red light shining through the red gauze curtain. Ji Yanlang remembered the softness and smoothness he felt when holding her hand just now, and could not help but reach out to hold the fingertips of her left hand.
Fang Ying was tense because they were the only two people in the room and the bed curtains were drawn. She caught a glimpse of him reaching out his hand, and subconsciously dodged to the side. The hand on her knees also waved, and it just happened to meet Ji Yanlang's outstretched hand.
Ji Yanlang reacted quickly. He reached back and grabbed Fang Ying's hand, whispering, "Don't be afraid. Let's talk."
"..." What are you talking about? Fang Ying's heart was pounding, and she couldn't say a word.
Ji Yanlang took her hand and placed it in his left palm. With his right hand, he gently stroked her fingertips, which were as soft as spring willows, and said, "Your hands are so small."
“…”
She didn't answer. Ji Yanlang turned his head to look over and saw that her cheeks were redder than before. Her eyes were looking around but not at him. It was very different from her usual calm and graceful appearance. He found it interesting and deliberately moved closer to her.
Fang Ying tried to dodge to the side again, but her left hand was held by him, so the distance she could dodge was limited. Ji Yanlang moved slightly and got closer to her again. With one dodging and the other chasing, Fang Ying soon hit the headboard and had nowhere to retreat.
Ji Yanlang finally let go of her left hand and called her softly, "Fang Ying."
Fang Ying raised her eyes and met his gaze for the first time tonight - he had a pair of eyes similar to Li's, with clear black and white, and a radiant glow. When he looked at people so intently, he always seemed extremely affectionate. She couldn't help but stare at him and didn't dodge anymore.
"You are so beautiful tonight..." Ji Yanlang murmured.
Fang Ying came back to her senses and turned her head away to avoid his gaze, but Ji Yanlang reached out and held her cheek to prevent her from hiding. At the same time, he lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips.
He kissed lightly and gently, and did not try to break through Fang Ying's tightly pursed lips. He just extended the tip of his tongue to sweep across her lips. Feeling her body stiffen, he immediately retracted his tongue and kissed her rosy cheeks and smooth chin instead.
Fang Ying, who had been holding her breath, finally exhaled. When she inhaled again, she found that all she inhaled was Ji Yanlang's breath, and her already confused head became even hotter and swollen.
Ji Yanlang felt that she relaxed a little, and suddenly turned back and took her rosy and dazzling lips into his mouth and sucked them. Fang Ying was startled and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to push him away, but he took the opportunity to hold her hand. During the struggle, they both fell on the bed. Just as Ji Yanlang was about to take a step further, Fang Ying suddenly closed her eyes, bit her lips tightly, and looked like she was at the mercy of others.
"..." The surging passion receded in an instant. Ji Yanlang laughed bitterly twice and said helplessly, "You make me look like a pervert."
Fang Ying quietly lifted her eyelids a little, met his gaze, and quickly closed them again. Ji Yanlang saw her long eyelashes trembling, revealing a weakness that she didn't usually have. His heart softened, and he turned over and sat up and said, "If you're really scared, it wouldn't hurt if we waited a little longer."
"Hmm?" Fang Ying finally opened her eyes and looked at Ji Yanlang. He looked serious, but his face was red, his breathing was heavy, and the collar of his shirt had come undone, revealing his heaving chest. Her face flushed and she looked away.
"But tomorrow morning, my parents will beat me, and you have to defend me." Ji Yanlang saw the change in her expression clearly and joked deliberately.
Did his parents beat him? Fang Ying couldn't wrap his head around this for a moment, and turned his gaze back with a questioning look.
"I was going to say that it's because you're scared and you're taking it easy for a while. Do you think they would believe it?" Ji Yanlang asked with a smile.
How could anyone believe that? What kind of groom would refuse to have sex and waste the night just because his wife was scared? Unless...
"They must have thought I was either trying to embarrass you, or... I had some hidden illness."
Fang Ying couldn't help but turned her head to the other side and smiled secretly.
"You're still laughing." Ji Yanlang sighed, "There must be no groom in the world more miserable than me - the second kind cannot be recognized no matter what, and the first kind will definitely get a beating no matter what..."
Fang Ying laughed so hard that her shoulders shook.
Ji Yanlang looked at her beautiful profile and couldn't help but smile, but he spoke in a tone of false resentment: "So you have to promise me that you will clarify it for me tomorrow morning."
How could Fang Ying agree to this? She turned her back to Ji Yanlang and said with a smile, "Even if I go to defend myself, no one will believe me."
"Then what do you want me to do?" Ji Yanlang stretched out a finger and poked Fang Ying's shoulder.
Fang Ying shrank her shoulders, neither answering nor turning back.
Ji Yanlang thought for a moment, then moved aside, lying down beside her half an arm's length away. He rested his head on his arm, looked up at the top of the tent, and sighed, "I can't believe I'm almost twenty years old and still getting beaten by my parents."
Fang Ying remembered what Li said about him being beaten a lot when he was a child, so she turned around and asked, "When was the last time you were beaten?"
"Before this?" It's enough if he's willing to speak. Ji Yanlang lay motionless and asked.
"Um."
"Isn't it just that time you scolded me? I clearly didn't do anything, but Mr. Qiu punished me by making me copy books. Father even called me over and scolded me and kicked me."
Fang Ying didn't believe it: "Don't lie to me, mother said she didn't hit you that time."
"Mom doesn't know!" Ji Yanlang was full of bitterness when talking about this. "She only knew about it when my father beat me and couldn't hide it from me."
Even setting up a battle formation... "One kick doesn't count as a fight, right? Does it hurt?"
Ji Yanlang glanced at her sideways and snorted, "Think about how old I was at that time and what kind of person my father was. He was not as powerless as Mr. Qiu."
“…” No wonder he has been brooding over it for so many years.
"But there were so many times like this that I've gradually forgotten them over the years. If not..." Ji Yanlang smiled, "You know what? During those three years in Jiaozhi, there were also very difficult times... There were times when I felt there was no hope of survival. At that time, the slightest injustice would make me want to fight to the death with the other party, destroying everything together."
Since he returned home, he has always been acting like a young man who has achieved success and is full of vigor. He also described the story of his rescue smoothly, and even his subsequent conscription into the army was downplayed and glossed over in a few words. Therefore, Fang Ying never thought that he had moments of despair in these three years.
"But every time I think about it, I remember a line I heard somewhere: Even if you can really fight to the death, what good will it do? A broken net can be mended, but a dead fish is a dead fish, and it can never come back to life. Besides, you're just a toothless fish, how can you tear the net apart?"
Why do these words sound so familiar? Fang Ying looked at the young man lying beside her. He smiled at her and said, "Since I've been home and seen you, I've thought about our childhood a few times. I just remembered another saying - you think you're going to destroy each other, but in fact, it's just an egg hitting a stone."
“…” She was now certain that these were the words she had said, but how could he still remember them?
"After remembering that it was you who scolded us, I was puzzled for a while, wondering why I kept remembering it. Later, I finally figured it out. It was probably because I was unwilling to accept it." Ji Yanlang turned sideways, resting his head on his arm and looking at Fang Ying. "Before returning to Shu, General Wu promised my father that he would take the initiative to surrender to Shu. But when the Former Jin sent an envoy, he immediately broke the alliance and pledged his loyalty to Jin. When the Former Jin's founder passed away and could no longer take care of Fengzhou, he immediately surrendered to Shu. I really despised his wavering at that time."
"But Fengzhou has its own difficulties..."
Ji Yanlang raised his hand to stop her and said, "Of course I understand now. General Wu only wants to reduce the harm of war and protect the people of Fengzhou. I also understand that what you said is not an excuse for being afraid of death..."
"There's no need to excuse being afraid of death. How can any living being not be afraid of death?" Fang Ying couldn't help but argue.
Ji Yanlang smiled and said, "That being said, as a human being, there are times when we must sacrifice our lives for justice. What you mean is that we shouldn't die easily for meaningless things, right?"
Fang Ying nodded: "When a person dies, everything is empty. Only when you are alive can you make a comeback."
"I used to refuse to think this way. I always felt that a real man would rather die gloriously than live in humiliation. So I refused to accept it and always remembered your words. I didn't expect..." Ji Yanlang was quite emotional, "When I was in a desperate situation, it was these words that supported me."
Fang Ying also found it incredible, "When did you remember that this was what I said when I was arguing with you guys?"
"Last time, because Aunt Deng brought up those days..." Ji Yanlang said with a smile, "Don't you think it's amazing? Back then, you and I were clearly two different people, each with our own opinions, and neither could convince the other, but now we're husband and wife... That's why I still find it hard to believe that you have feelings for me."
"...We have grown up and changed." Fang Ying said softly.
Ji Yanlang nodded. "Yes, we've all grown up and changed." He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her forehead. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long. From today on, I'll do my best to catch up and strive to surpass your true feelings within two years. Just let me avoid the beating tomorrow morning, okay?"
Fang Ying was both angry and amused: "True love isn't water, how can you measure who has more and who has less?"
"It's up to you. If you say more, it's more. If you say less, it's less."
"What if two years later, I feel you haven't done it?"
"It's at your disposal."
Fang Ying glared at him and said, "Blow out the lamp on the table."
Ji Yanlang happily agreed, "Hey!", then jumped over Fang Ying, pushed aside the curtain and rushed to the table. He blew out the candles in one breath, then turned around and rushed back to the bed, hugged his bride tightly, and kissed her hard.
The dragon and phoenix candles were still lit in the outer hall, so the inner room was not completely dark. It was like dark clouds floating in and rain falling. Although the sky was dark, the outline could still be seen clearly. It was not until the sound of heavy rain came that it became completely blurred. Only the sound could be heard but not the shadows.
Fortunately, on such a beautiful spring night, there is no need for bright light. Clouds and rain are enough to make you spend the long night happily.
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