[Chapter 128 Chapter 128 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (5)]
Perhaps it was the first time that he was so close to someone of the opposite sex, Han Sheng's entire body was so tense that it was almost stretched like a bow.
"Are you thirsty, madam? I'll pour you a cup of tea." He gently brushed away Yan Qing's hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief the moment he stood up.
He found an excuse to stand up, walked around to the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yan Qing.
Yan Qing did not play by the rules. She held his hand and took a sip, her eyes curved like a kitten stealing fish: "My husband is so nice."
Han Sheng almost couldn't hold the cup steady.
His calm mood today was like the tea in the cup, swaying and floating several times.
All thanks to this young wife.
Han Sheng was silent for a moment, as his mind flashed back to the bright determination in her eyes when she said she wanted to go with him to provide disaster relief.
"The journey to Pingnan is long, and I'm afraid that Madam cannot bear the fatigue of the journey." He advised carefully.
I wanted to speak softly, but my tone still unconsciously carried a hint of stiffness.
You have to know what he was thinking in his heart, that she was too frail and would only be a burden if she went with him to provide disaster relief.
Thinking that the other party was a delicate girl, very different from the gang of naughty boys he used to teach in the Imperial College, he took some effort to change his straightforward words.
Yan Qing said quickly: "If my husband can bear this hardship, I can bear it too."
Her fair little face was filled with anxiety, fearing that he would refuse again.
"I, I don't want to be called a living Bodhisattva who was married into the prime minister's mansion. No one can touch me." She lowered her eyes sadly, her eyelashes moving slightly.
Han Sheng's words of dissuasion rolled around his tongue, and he quickly changed the subject: "I came to see you today because I have something good to tell you."
Yan Qing was really interested and asked, "What's the happy news?"
"The Imperial Concubine has figured out a way to make ice from saltpeter, and it is now being used extensively inside and outside the Imperial Palace."
He stated the facts calmly without any embellishment or flattery, but his eyes showed admiration for Luo Mingyan.
Yan Qing's eyes flickered and his expression was stunned.
Making ice from saltpeter should not appear in this era.
It never appeared in the plot from beginning to end.
The shock that occurred when traveling through the planes, the lost contact with Xiao Ba, the plot outside the plot, and the strangeness of the heroine Luo Mingyan...
She felt as if she was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and behind the mist was a blood-red eye that was peeping at everything.
"Madam?" Han Sheng took a step forward when he noticed that something was wrong with her expression.
Yan Qing held his hand and looked at him dimly: "My husband, are you right, are you right, Madam..."
She bit her lower lip, too shy to speak, yet looked up eagerly, waiting for his answer.
Han Sheng looked stunned, as if he had never expected her to ask this.
As smart as he was, he would definitely understand the meaning behind her unfinished words.
After reflecting on myself, I think that when I mentioned the imperial concubine just now, the sincere admiration that I unconsciously revealed was misunderstood by my wife.
Her sudden jealousy went down his throat, but it tasted sweet.
This strange and inexplicable feeling made all the sage books in his mind seem to have closed their pages.
He laughed dumbly: "Saltpeter ice can solve the problem of ice shortage in Kyoto. I am just happy for the people."
He paused for a moment, then added, "The bond between master and subject must never be crossed."
His face was calm, his heart was pure, and he looked at Yan Qing with a smile, his expression much softer.
Yan Qing blushed and let go of his hand: "It makes me look stingy."
"Ma'am, that's not right." Han Sheng hid the hand that she had just held in his sleeve, and there seemed to be a hint of warmth on the back of his hand.
His daughter is sensitive and thoughtful, and as her husband, he should take care of her emotions.
Although their marriage was an accident, since he had married her, he should be responsible for her.
Thinking about how he had been so busy with work and had treated his young wife coldly in the past month, he felt a surge of guilt.
Yan Qing didn't know what he was thinking. She yawned with her hands covering her lips and looked at him with the corners of her eyes: "My husband, can you take me to the bed to take a nap?"
As she felt sleepy, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were sparkling.
Han Sheng felt that her eyes were like a hook scratching him.
While hesitating, she wanted to call the maid to come in and serve her.
But she called softly again: "Husband~"
He walked to the couch, bowed and said, "Madam, I'm sorry."
He picked up Yan Qing and held him horizontally without looking away.
Yan Qing leaned against his chest softly, her hands naturally and intimately wrapped around his neck. She could feel the man's body suddenly stiffen.
The steps he took towards the bed curtain were as precise as a ruler, and his taut jawline had a deep outline.
He was clearly holding a delicate girl, but it was as if he was holding dangerous, flammable and explosive items.
Yan Qing's eyes were full of smiles. She leaned close to his ear, and her white jade-like ear turned red visibly.
After being put on the bed, she did not let go of the man's neck, but whispered in his ear: "Husband, would you like to go back to your room to rest tonight?"
She let go of his hand without waiting for a response, and leaned back on the bamboo pillow with her eyes closed, looking extremely sleepy.
Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, pulled a thin silk quilt over her, and then left quietly.
Yan Qing opened his eyes, only to see the receding crimson-purple figure and the still swaying pearl curtain.
Serious men don't seem to be easy to tease.
Han Sheng is a self-disciplined and polite person. Perhaps he had developed admiration for the heroine out of gratitude and appreciation. After learning that she is married, he would never let his emotions ferment.
He was too rational and too upright.
That's why when she tested his feelings for Luo Mingyan just now, he had no guilt and acted so frankly.
Such an affectionate second male lead, whose object of affection is his family, country and people, cannot possibly be the female lead.
Although I have not met Chen Yanshu yet, I know that he has bad intentions just from the fact that he designed the original owner to fall into the water in public in the imperial garden.
To be his enemy is to overthrow the country.
Rebellion sounds interesting.
It was just a little difficult to persuade her father, a general who was loyal to the royal family of Yan, to rise up in rebellion.
In addition, no matter from which perspective, Han Sheng is a man of great talent.
If such a person could stand in her camp, she would be even more powerful.
Therefore, during her trip to Pingnan, in addition to saving his life, she also had to do something to make him completely disappointed in the court.
At night, the breeze blew away some of the heat from the day, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky looked like a round disk.
Han Sheng, who had taken off his official robe and put on a round-necked blue shirt, stood outside the door.
In plain clothes, he looked less majestic than in court robes.
The bright moonlight fell on him, making his handsome face even more radiant.
"Prime Minister." Mei, Lan, Zhu and Ju, four second-class maids, squatted and saluted.
He wanted to leave, but several maids called him and made his presence known to the people inside, so he had to push the door open and go in.
Liangchen, who came out of the inner room after changing clothes for Yan Qing, bowed to Meijing at the same time, looked at each other, and left with a smile.
He also thoughtfully closed the outer door.
Han Sheng looked back at the closed door and paced hesitantly outside the gauze curtain in the inner room.
Until Yan Qing's tender and soft voice came from the inner room: "Why don't you come in, husband?"
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