[Chapter 134 Chapter 134 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (11)]
The bright moon shines on the branches, startling the magpie, and the gentle breeze makes the cicadas sing in the middle of the night.
At bedtime, Han Sheng sat at the table and drank several cups of tea.
It is midsummer, the weather is dry and hot, which makes people a little restless.
Yan Qing lay on his side on the bed, his hazy eyes glancing at the tall figure sitting at the table sipping tea.
"My husband, why haven't you gone to bed yet?" Her voice was hoarse with sleepiness.
Han Sheng poured another cup: "Madam, please take a rest first. I will go and get you another pot of tea."
Yan Qing stood up on the embroidered shoes beside the bed, walked around behind him, and climbed her slender arms onto his broad shoulders.
She lay on his straight back, her little face buried in his neck, her breath tickling his earlobes.
"No matter how fragrant the tea is, it is not as fragrant as me." Her phoenix eyes were filled with spring water. "If my husband despises me and does not want to sleep with me, I will ask my mother to vacate another room."
Han Sheng said hurriedly: "How could I dislike you, Madam? I'm just, I'm just very thirsty."
When Yan Qingtie came over, he was still holding a cup of tea in his hand, and the tea was shaking and almost spilling.
"Then my husband, would you please rest with me?" She grabbed the man's hand holding the cup and brought it to her lips.
Her laughter was trembling and her eyes were seductive.
Han Sheng took her back to the bed, took off his outer robe and lay down, like a square piece of wood.
The body is rigid, the hands are placed in front of the abdomen, and the eyes are closed.
Fortunately, my body is still warm, otherwise——
Yan Qing was sleeping on the inside. When he turned over and hugged him, his eyelashes trembled slightly.
There were some footsteps outside the house.
It is the hour of Hai, and the guards of the General's Mansion will take turns patrolling at this time.
She knew this, but Han Sheng didn't.
Pretending to be flustered, she leaned over the man, and when he opened his eyes, she pressed her fingertips against his lips: "Shh, it might be my mother's person."
Han Sheng blinked to show that he understood.
At this time, he looks a bit silly and cute.
"Husband, you don't want to be told no, right?" Yan Qing looked at him.
Before Han Sheng could recover from her words, he pressed his red lips against hers.
Yan Qing squinted her eyes and felt the refreshing scent of green bamboo and cedar on his body, and her sandalwood tongue slid into his slightly open lips.
The man's pupils were shocked, and he just let her do whatever she wanted.
Instinct dances with her sweet tongue to extract even sweeter nectar.
His eyes were hazy, and the words "Pick two cherry lips, hold the opposite hill of Longfeng Mountain, and do all the beautiful things under the skirt..." suddenly appeared in his mind.
The big hand on Yan Qing's waist tightened, and the two of them became closer.
The softness of his chest rose and fell with her breathing, and their heartbeats seemed to merge into one.
Han Sheng took the initiative and when the kiss became intense, his hand had already squeezed into a corner of her bellyband, but he suddenly sobered up when he was immersed in it.
Yan Qing, who was pushed away, looked surprised.
He had already reached the bed, his face blushing with a hint of embarrassment: "Go to the toilet."
"Xingwei" is an elegant way of saying "going to the toilet".
He had just drunk too much tea, and the sudden strange feeling in his lower abdomen made him feel an urge to release.
Yan Qingjiao smiled: "My husband, go ahead."
When Han Sheng came back, the person on the bed was already asleep.
With the help of a few rays of moonlight stolen from Xuan Yu, he stood by the bed for a long time, looking at Yan Qing's peaceful sleeping face.
As he stroked the warm and numb lips, the image of the plump body wrapped in scarlet silk flashed through his mind.
Embroidered on it are the young lady's favorite twin lotus flowers.
He closed his eyes and felt his ears burning. He sat on the edge of the bed for a while before lying down with his clothes on.
But the young lady seemed to be sleeping in an awkward position, with her straight and well-proportioned legs resting on his abdomen and one of her white arms lying across his chest.
He was completely sleepless and did not move, keeping his eyes open until dawn.
At the dinner table the next day, Zhang Wanqing saw that her daughter looked radiant, while her son-in-law looked listless as if he had been drained of energy.
She coughed lightly and withdrew the ambiguity in her eyes when she looked at the two of them. She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and gave it to Yan Qing.
"Everything should be done in moderation."
On the contrary, Yan Xiaodi, who was standing next to him, said foolishly, "Why does my brother-in-law look like a demon has sucked his yang energy away?"
Han Sheng's hand holding the rice trembled.
Zhang Wanqing glanced at her son with a sharp look: "Yan Baichuan! Have you read so much that it's turned into a dog's stomach?"
"Mom, sister, brother-in-law, I'm full." Yan Baichuan stood up, holding his butt, and ran out in a hurry.
You can tell at a glance that he's been beaten a lot.
Zhang Wanqing smiled gently: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, my dear son-in-law."
Han Sheng still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor: "Mother-in-law, that's not true. Baichuan is straightforward and very cute."
On the carriage back to the Left Prime Minister's Mansion, the man was like a monk concentrating on meditation, with his eyes closed as if he was dozing off.
Yan Qing looked at him frankly, smiling as he watched his hands on his knees, smoothing out the wrinkles on his robe.
I almost saw the abstinent gentleman lose control, but unfortunately...
She could already imagine how the man would avoid her after returning home.
Sure enough, after helping her out of the car and entering the mansion, Han Sheng went straight into the study.
"Miss, why did you leave me behind?" Meijing came up to greet her warmly, and after she stepped into the backyard, she puffed up her face and looked full of resentment.
Like a young wife who was abandoned at home.
Liangchen rolled his eyes at her and said, "Of course I'm afraid that you'll talk nonsense and be tricked by the Madam."
Yan Qing's eyes passed over the four second-class maids, Mei, Lan, Zhu and Ju, who were squatting and bowing, and he raised his hand to signal them to stand up.
After entering the room, she looked at the beautiful scenery: "Is there anything special in the past two days?"
Meijing thought for a moment and said, "Does it count if I caught a white pigeon on the outer wall of the side courtyard?"
"Where is the pigeon? Catch it and show it to the young lady." Liangchen said hurriedly.
The little girl scratched her head embarrassedly: "I roasted it and ate it with Daqiang."
Yan Qingzhi knew that she dared to roast the pigeon directly because she must not have found anything abnormal on the pigeon.
"Who is Daqiang?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
Mei Jing said excitedly, "It was the guard who handed me the bamboo stick on the day I stabbed Prince Xu."
Yan Qing also remembered the guard who ran in front when Liangchen shouted to catch the assassin.
Thinking about the secret guard my mother mentioned, perhaps this Daqiang was another person who sneaked into the mansion.
It's just this name, it's really a bit sloppy.
Although she had some guesses, she also kept it in mind.
She asked the kitchen to make some pastries and sent them to the guards guarding the hanging flower gate in the backyard.
There are contact marks on the cake that her mother taught her.
To ordinary people, it is just an ordinary pattern.
At night, the guard named Daqiang appeared beside her open bed as expected.
"An Shi greets the master." The young man in black concealed his aura and flew in through the window.
Yan Qing nodded: "Help me do something tomorrow."
"Yes." After receiving the order, the secret guard hid in the night without alarming anyone.
The next day, Yan Qing asked Liangchen, who had a similar body shape to her, to dress up like her, wear a veil and get on the sedan chair to leave the house.
She changed into men's clothes and left through the back door.
Before going out, she deliberately stayed at the door for a while.
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