"Um……"
"ah……"
"So comfortable~"
"This feels so good!"
"Rulan, you are truly my precious darling. I'm afraid I can't live without you for the rest of my life..."
Yinzhen heard these words as soon as he entered.
Then his face darkened.
He walked in with measured steps, neither too loud nor too soft. Tong Cheng'er, lying face down, didn't notice and assumed it was Ru Xue who had come in.
"But Ruxue is here, which is perfect. I'm craving grapes, so have someone bring some over."
Rulan saw Yinzhen and was about to speak when Yinzhen waved his hand to signal her to be quiet, so Rulan dared not utter a sound.
Then Yinzhen gestured for her to get up.
Rulan got up.
Tong Cheng'er frowned. Why did you stop?
Yinzhen waved for Rulan to leave, and then he began to rub Tong Cheng'er's back.
Tong Cheng'er didn't realize that the person had been replaced, but she still sensed that something was wrong.
"Rulan, why are you using so much force? Please be gentler."
Upon hearing this, Yinzhen softened his grip.
Tong Cheng'er sighed, "These hands feel so good. I absolutely love them."
She then proceeded to praise, "My Rulan has hands as soft as tender shoots, skin as smooth as cream, and a neck as... as... what was her neck again?"
As Yinzhen listened, his grip tightened unconsciously.
Don't ask, the answer is that I'm angry.
He thought this woman was obsessed with reading stories and petting cats all day, but he never expected that she would be so engrossed in her beauty when he wasn't around. It was too much.
Yinzhen said in a deep voice, "His neck is like a cicada's."
Tong Cheng'er was startled. How could it be Yinzhen's voice? She immediately jumped up and saw Yinzhen.
Looking around the room, there was no sign of Rulan, the adorable little girl.
He must have gotten rid of them.
"When did you get back? You didn't even tell me. You gave me quite a fright."
So it's because he came back early?
Yinzhen said in a rather sarcastic tone, "If I hadn't come back, how would I have known that my wife is so capable, that she would even use phrases like 'hands as soft as tender shoots' and 'skin as smooth as cream' to praise people?"
He knew that his young wife was usually lazy and rarely read anything other than storybooks. It was truly remarkable that she could even remember phrases like "hands as soft as jade" and "skin as smooth as cream."
Why does his tone sound so strange? Is he jealous?
Thinking about it, Tong Cheng'er felt it was unlikely. It sounded absurd that he would be jealous of a woman like Ru Lan.
She's probably overthinking it.
"Rulan is skilled at massaging shoulders and backs, what's wrong with praising her?"
What's wrong?
She has never seriously praised him, yet she says, "What's wrong with praising him?"
Then at night, Tong Cheng'er knew that praising her was fine, because she was just too tired.
Not only did Yinzhen torment her repeatedly, but he also threatened her at crucial moments to make her praise him.
The next day, Yinzhen realized he had gone too far the day before, so he didn't wake her up as usual after getting up.
He slowly dressed, then coldly instructed Rulan, "The Princess Consort is a little tired. Wake her up half an hour later today."
Rulan: "..." Why does Master's expression seem colder than usual today? Is this just her imagination?
Rulan felt somewhat puzzled: "Yes, Master."
Tong Cheng'er was indeed quite tired, so she slept soundly and was still a little dazed when Ru Lan woke her up.
Upon waking, the first thing he said was, "Where is Master?"
He's always the one waking her up, so why isn't he here today? That's strange.
Rulan blushed and said, "Master is already at the Ministry of Revenue at this hour. This morning, after getting up, Master instructed me to wake you half an hour later because you were tired."
Tong Cheng'er smiled slightly, thinking that at least he still had some conscience.
After having breakfast, Tong Cheng'er lay down on the wooden couch again. However, as she lay there, she remembered what had happened last night. She knew perfectly well why she had offended Yinzhen, and the reason was exactly the one she thought was impossible.
He's really a strange character; he even gets jealous of women.
Tong Cheng'er thought about it for a moment and realized that it all started because she had been lying down for too long and her back was sore.
The wooden couches in her courtyard were all made of the finest wood by skilled craftsmen, and there was nothing wrong with them, except that they weren't as comfortable as sofas.
She had never thought of bringing out things that didn't belong to this era, but she managed to create pencils, and even accidentally created springs.
As a "hedonist," I naturally do whatever makes me comfortable.
With springs, will sofas be far behind? Will Simmons mattresses be far behind?
They're not far apart; they're all very close.
"Ru Xue, Ru Lan, bring the three masters from the Qiqiao Institute over here, and also call over the remaining craftsmen in the mansion."
Rulan and Ruxue: "Yes, Madam."
The three people in the Qiqiao Courtyard smiled broadly when they heard that the Fujin (principal) wanted them to come over.
The craftsmen in the manor were all excited when they heard that the Princess Consort wanted them to go over.
The Fourth Prince's residence was very large, and there were many people inside, so if there was any disturbance, the entire residence would know about it.
For example, the five people selected by the Princess Consort from the Qiqiao Academy were rewarded several times, and the money was all paid through the accounting department. So everyone in the mansion knew how much the Princess Consort valued those five people.
There are still three people in the Qiqiao Courtyard. The Fujin summoned them again, and they were naturally excited. They also wanted to be favored by the Fujin and reach the pinnacle of their lives.
Craftsmen had a low social status and were in a very awkward position among the social classes of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants.
They earn a little more than farmers, but their social status is not as high. They have a slightly higher status than merchants, but merchants are wealthy and live in luxury, so they can't compare to them.
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