[Chapter 132 Chapter 132 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (9)]
Han Sheng's first reaction was to step back, but when he moved, Yan Qing, whose whole weight was hanging on him, fell with him.
To prevent her from falling, he subconsciously held her waist with his hands, which were hanging on both sides.
"Husband, Madam..." The sound of him swallowing was particularly clear in the room where you could hear a pin drop.
He stared at the little face so close to him without blinking, and his breathing was so panicked that it was out of rhythm.
Yan Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her phoenix eyes closed tenderly and shyly: "Husband, don't you want to do something for me?"
Her plump lips opened and closed, and her shy and seductive voice carried a silent invitation.
Han Sheng held his breath, and he didn't know whether to release or retract his hand that was pinching her waist.
The Adam's apple kept rolling and the heart rhythm was inexplicably irregular.
Want to do something?
His gaze rolled down from her trembling eyelashes to her red lips.
I want to eat the rouge on her lips.
Han Sheng's pupils contracted when he realized his thought, and he tried his best to avoid looking at her so as not to let his imagination run wild.
All the strategies in my mind turned into a mantra to purify my mind.
Yan Qing leaned on his shoulder and giggled, then quickly moved away.
She was just afraid that if she went a little too far, the man would be scared away for a long time.
In front of Han Sheng, she always felt like a female demon seducing a holy monk.
Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands into his sleeves and placed them in front of his abdomen, his brows were serious and his eyes were as clear as the wind.
In this posture, you can go directly to court with a tablet in your hand.
"I was unable to accompany you on the day of your return due to official duties. Tomorrow is a day off. Would you like to go back to visit your mother-in-law?"
Yan Qing's eyes sparkled, and her smile was as bright as a spring flower: "Okay."
She took a step forward and the man immediately took a step back.
"Madam, please take a rest first. We will set out early tomorrow. I will go and get ready." He bowed slightly and strode out of the room.
For a moment, Yan Qing felt that he seemed to treat him as a colleague.
Han Sheng, who was outside the house, wiped his forehead with his fingers and found it was wet.
There was an ice jar in the room, which should have been cool and comfortable, but it made him feel hotter than outside.
I returned to the study and picked up the notebook the butler had found for me to study.
It says "Pick up two cherry lips, hold the opposite hill of Longfeng Mountain, and do all the things under the skirt..."
His hand holding the page trembled slightly, and he didn't continue reading the details below, his handsome face flushed with embarrassment.
Putting the book aside, he said angrily, "It's really reckless and immoral."
I probably felt annoyed that I wanted to study the literature properly but ended up with a pornographic book.
The blue book he put aside had the words "Feng Yue Bao Jian" written on its cover.
The next morning, Han Sheng waited for his young wife beside the carriage while watching the servants pack the gifts.
Before Yan Qing approached, he saw that he had changed into a conspicuous red round-necked robe.
The handsome and elegant man is like a top scholar returning home in glory.
"Madam, please get in." Han Sheng lifted the curtain with one hand, stepped forward to help her get into the carriage, and then he entered and sat opposite her.
The man, with his long hair tied tightly in a jade crown and meticulously dressed, got into the car and sat up straight, his eyes level with the top of her head without looking away.
The two of them looked at each other in silence, and there was complete silence in the carriage.
Yan Qingfeng looked at him with sparkling eyes and said to break the silence: "Husband, do you have any interesting stories to share?"
Han Sheng's mouth froze. He thought about it carefully, and all that came to his mind were scenes of verbal battles with the old ministers.
It would be really impolite to talk about myself engaging in a debate with a group of people.
Meeting his young wife's curious eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse and spoil her interest.
He then told her his newly written policy paper on flood control.
I thought she would find it boring, but she turned out to be very interested and could even contribute a few words of analysis occasionally.
Han Sheng's heart felt like a spring breeze blowing through it, creating ripples on the water.
"My husband is so awesome." Yan Qing praised generously, her clear eyes filled with ardent admiration.
Han Sheng said modestly, "Madam, you are too kind."
Even if the conservatives who usually don't get along with him praised his ability to do things, he didn't think it was a big deal.
Why do I feel an itch in my heart when my wife praises me today?
Perhaps the admiration in her eyes was too scorching.
Halfway through the journey, the carriage jolted.
"Ah!" Yan Qing threw himself forward into his arms.
The two looked at each other with tender eyes, and their lips got closer and closer.
The man helped her up, asked her to sit down, and straightened the wrinkles on her collar.
Then he returned to his seat and sat upright.
The four words "unromantic" are interpreted to the extreme.
Arrived at the general's mansion.
Yan Qing held his arm affectionately and whispered in his ear: "If you don't get closer, I'm afraid mother will misunderstand husband."
"Madam is really thoughtful." Han Sheng's tense body slowly relaxed.
The original owner's father was a first-rank Shenwu general, and his brother started as a centurion and is now a fourth-rank Zhengxi general.
The two of them guarded the border all year round, while the original owner, her mother, and her younger brother who was two years younger than her were left in the capital.
"Young lady, the husband is back!" Before the two of them entered the house, the servant at the door hurriedly shouted and went into the house.
A beautiful woman with a charming demeanor came over in a hurry, holding Yan Qing's face and choking up, "Qing'er, you've gained weight."
She wanted to say "You've lost weight", but when she touched the flesh on her daughter's face, she really couldn't say anything against her conscience.
Yan Qing said coquettishly: "Mom~!"
The butler and the young man beside the beautiful woman laughed out loud, and Han Sheng beside them couldn't help but curl his lips.
His parents died when he was young, and he grew up eating at other people's homes. Later, with the help of his fellow villagers, he passed the examinations to become a tongsheng and a xiucai.
From then on, he began to make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, and copying books and writing letters for others while studying.
At the age of eighteen, he went to Beijing to take the imperial examination. Because his travel expenses were robbed, he had to beg for food to enter the city. Fortunately, Luo Mingyan gave him food and silver, and he took the exam in time and won the top spot.
Looking at the warm scene before him, he felt as if a spring of clear water was flowing through his heart.
After Yan Qing hugged his mother, he bowed and said, "My son-in-law greets my mother-in-law."
The beautiful woman Zhang Wanqing looked at him critically, put away her tenderness towards her daughter, and said coldly: "I can't bear this respect from the left prime minister."
She hadn't seen her son-in-law for three days, and she had been keeping it in mind.
Han Sheng bent down even lower, his face full of apology: "I was supposed to go with you on the day of your return, but His Majesty suddenly summoned me for something urgent."
"I am guilty, please forgive me, mother-in-law."
"Mom~" Yan Qing hugged Zhang Wanqing's arm and acted coquettishly.
Her stern expression softened: "Get up and go into the house first."
Gently pinching Yan Qing's waist, she widened her eyes and pretended to be angry: "You stupid girl with a crooked elbow."
After lunch, Yan Qing was pulled into Zhang Wanqing's room to chat, while Han Sheng was pestered by his younger brother Yan Baichuan to give him schoolwork guidance.
The original owner's father was Yan Wanshan and his brother was Yan Qiansong.
When the first few names were picked out, her mother often laughed at her.
But her father, that rough man, still thought he was quite cultured and thought that if he had another child, it would have to be the "tenth" generation.
After Yan Qing entered the room, he changed his calm demeanor and threw himself into his mother's arms with tears in his eyes, crying out of breath.
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