44. Su Family
"Marry me, okay?"
The boy's voice was clear, and when he looked up at her, it was as bright and pure as the morning sun.
Yun Zhihe paused suddenly.
His words were shocking... She and he didn't have much of a relationship, and they hadn't met for almost a year. She just saved him in the downtown area last year.
How about you pledge yourself to me now?
Su Zheng continued talking to himself, seemingly not noticing the stunned look on her face.
"Zheng Zheng is already seventeen years old this year, which is the right age for marriage..." His hand was still in Yun Zhihe's palm, very warm.
"My sister said it's time to get married."
Su Zheng smiled, his lips were red and his teeth were white.
"Zheng Zheng doesn't want to marry anyone else, she only wants to marry Sister Yun."
He looked up, with a pleading look on his face that made me feel sorry for him.
"No... Master Su Zheng... why?"
She was a little at a loss, and withdrew her hand as if she was electrocuted, no longer letting him hold it.
"Hmm?" He was a little puzzled, and said the most direct words with the most ignorant expression.
"Because Zheng Zheng likes you."
Yun Zhihe was stunned by Su Zheng's fierce confession. Even though she was popular and received handkerchiefs or sachets every day, she had never seen such a passionate and direct man.
After a pause, he considered and refused.
"Mr. Su, you and I are not familiar with each other. Marriage is a serious matter, don't treat it as a joke."
"This is no joke!"
He frowned and denied it, his lips red from biting his teeth.
"This is no joke..."
Su Zheng pursed his lips, his mood visibly depressed.
"Joy is joy, how can it be a joke?"
"When Sister Yun went to Longcheng earlier, Zheng Zheng followed Father and copied many Buddhist scriptures."
"I know that marriage is a big deal, so I want to marry you..."
"If I don't marry you... Zheng Zheng, then I will marry someone else..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a sudden roar.
"Su Zheng!"
Yun Zhihe saw Su Lin rushing over, and he grabbed his brother's collar skillfully and angrily, and looked at Yun Zhihe sternly.
"Did he say anything to you?"
Su Zheng explained, "Sister, I want to marry Sister Yuyun, and I'm telling her..."
“Nonsense!”
Su Zheng seemed startled and his eyes turned red.
He hadn't seen Su Lin so serious and angry for a long time.
Su Lin paused, then turned to look at Yun Zhihe. "Su Zheng has always been poorly disciplined. He's still young, and his words are careless. I hope Madam Yun won't take it to heart."
At the age of seventeen, how can one be considered a child of innocent words?
She lowered her head and apologized, her fingertips turning white.
A year has passed, and Su Lin looks much more mature, with a more cold and distant temperament.
Yun Zhihe was not in a position to know their family affairs. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, he gave Su Lin face and backed down.
"Mr. Su's youthful nature, Zhihe didn't take it to heart."
"cloud……"
Su Zheng's tears fell, his eyes turned red, and he looked pitiful. He wanted to say something but was glared at by Su Lin again.
Su Lin's expression was rarely so full of emotion.
Yun Zhihe sighed inwardly, pretended not to notice Su Zheng's expression, and exchanged a few polite words with Su Lin.
She saw the brother and sister leaving, and Su Zheng staggered. If he was not pulled, he would stop moving forward, as if he did not want to leave with her.
...What's going on?
Yun Zhihe lowered her head and thought about the Su family. She had only recently heard about the Su family's decline.
It was said that Su's mother was corrupt and had her legs broken by the mob, leaving her disabled and retiring from officialdom. Su Lin's career was also bumpy and he was demoted repeatedly. In just one year, the Su family had fallen into decline.
how so?
She looked at their departing figures thoughtfully.
Su Zheng followed Su Lin towards the banquet. The two were silent, and only Su Zheng's sobbing could be heard.
Su Lin closed his eyes and exhaled softly, "Zheng Zheng, don't cry anymore."
Her brother was innocent and naive, so it was no wonder that he had such a manly character.
Su Zheng's eyes were red from crying, and he nodded while sniffing.
A few days ago, he heard Su Lin discussing his marriage with his father at the door. He thought that he had grown up and could get married, so he took the opportunity of this banquet to express his feelings to Yun Zhihe.
He was innocent and naive, and was spoiled by the Su family. Su Lin couldn't bear to be too harsh on him, so he sighed softly and hugged him in his arms.
Su Zheng felt extremely aggrieved.
"Zheng Zheng, sister knows that you like Madam Yun..." She paused and spoke with difficulty.
"But, at this moment, no."
His voice was very hoarse.
"Sister, I just wish you a healthy and happy life."
Su Zheng's tears continued to flow, wetting Su Lin's shoulders. He spoke in a vague and sobbing voice, "Then, Zheng Zheng, are you still going to marry Xuanyuan Sui?"
Su Lin paused, holding him tighter, as if he had thought of something, and spoke hoarsely in great pain.
"No, sister will definitely protect you."
Su Lin insisted on investigating the incident in the downtown area, but the clues were cut off, and the Su family began to suffer one blow after another. Intentionally or unintentionally, or out of suspicion, Su Lin always vaguely felt that it was related to the incident in the downtown area.
The Su family fell into decline, and Su Lin himself had a bad career. Xuanyuan Sui happened to be attracted by Su Zheng's beauty and put pressure on her in the court to make Su Zheng marry her.
Even...it's not even the status of a first wife, and her spoiled brother can only be a servant to Xuanyuan Sui!
Su Lin gritted his teeth in anger.
That guy was still arrogant, "Your Su family has fallen, and marrying into this family is already marrying up."
Su Lin's composure was broken by her, and he started fighting with her. He was then reported to the police, demoted, and had his salary fined.
How could Su's mother, a lifelong righteous woman, be involved in corruption?! This arrogant bastard must have been responsible! If she didn't have the Xuanyuan family behind her, how could she have such power?!
She submitted memorials numerous times to thoroughly investigate the matter of Su's mother, but to no avail.
Su Lin lowered his eyes, his fingertips sinking into the flesh.
…
Cui Mingyu asked Yun Zhihe to reminisce about the past, and they met at a restaurant. To be honest, they hadn't had a good time together since returning to Beijing. Either Yun Zhihe was busy or Cui Mingyu was busy.
As soon as he stepped into the private room, he saw several people. Fang Li looked much thinner. She was leaning against the window with a melancholy look on her face. If Yun Zhihe had not had an excellent memory and remembered her facial features, he would not have been able to tell that she was Fang Li.
If she were to be released with this look, she could be seen as a romantic and melancholy marquis. It seemed that she had adapted to life in the capital and her demeanor had become a little calmer.
Li Miaomiao has been promoted steadily, and Cui Mingyu is not bad either, with the Cui family as his backing. The two are newcomers in the court and many people are optimistic about them.
Cui Mingyu took out his treasured wine and poured it for Yun Zhihe, chattering incessantly.
"I've treasured this wine for a long time, and I haven't been willing to share it with anyone else. If you hadn't been away for a few months and we had a drink together, I wouldn't have been willing to open it. I want it as a dowry for my son when he gets married."
She was born young, but she had a son, small and soft, who was born a few months ago.
Cui Mingyu poured the wine and began to mutter again.
"I'm telling you, you don't know how Yuanzi Luo rose in power during the months you were away. Queen Mother Cheng loves her more than her own daughter, wishing she could always keep her by her side..."
She especially disliked Yuanzi Luo, and he became even more outspoken when he was drunk.
Yun Zhihe chuckled and chatted with her for a while. The two of them felt melancholy. They took a sip of wine and sighed at the good wine. Then they looked up at Fang Xiaohou, who had lost a lot of weight and looked more graceful.
Yun Zhihe asked jokingly, "Why have you lost so much weight? How did Cui Mingyu torture you?"
Cui Mingyu was a little angry, drunk and dizzy, his face flushed, "I didn't torture her to become thin, it was clearly..."
"distinct……"
She paused again, stopped talking, poured the wine, and drank silently.
It’s really inconvenient to say.
Fang Li paused and spoke, standing in front of the window, not drinking a drop of alcohol, with a frown on his face, looking extremely depressed.
"Do you remember my aunt..."
Naturally, I remember that the mother of the State of Zhao, whose title Yu Fangli was stripped, returned to her fiefdom in Beidi last year.
"My husband...in the fiefdom of Beidi." Fang Li choked a little. It was the man who looked like Yuyan.
"My aunt wrote to me and told me that he had died of excessive worry."
Her voice was trembling, and her pretty face was already covered in tears. She could no longer pretend to be so noble. She cried loudly, sobbing as she picked up the wine and started drinking.
He cries every time he drinks, still looking as silly as he did a few months ago.
Li Miaomiao sighed.
"Ever since her husband passed away, she has not eaten or drunk anything, and has become so thin."
Yun Zhihe was also a little disappointed. He took a sip of wine and stopped talking. He clinked glasses with Li Miaomiao and drank together.
"Mmmmm... I feel dizzy..."
At this time, Cui Mingyu was drunk and leaned against the window to get some fresh air. She was always happy to drink, and she drank half of the whole jar of wine by herself. No wonder she was so drunk.
She panted, squinted her eyes hard, and pointed at the people downstairs.
"Hey... Yun Zhihe, uh... look, isn't that Yuanzi Luo?"
"Um?"
Li Miaomiao leaned over to take a look, and seeing that she was leaning over the window with half of her body sticking out, which was a bit dangerous, she reached out and pulled her back.
Cui Mingyu glared at her, then listened to Li Miaomiao speak with interest.
"It is... the prince of Yuanzi Luo and the barbarians, Mo Beise."
The number of barbarians who came to the capital to pay homage was small, and they settled in the capital under the pretext of exchanges between the two countries. Mo Beise, as their representative, also began to get busy.
Yuanzi Luo received a mission, which was to take Mobei on a stroll, appreciate the prosperous scenery of the capital, and demonstrate the strength of Lingguo.
Hearing the name Mo Beise, Cui Mingyu became excited and leaned over to take another look. A bit tipsy, he said, "Is he still wearing the clothes he wore at the banquet? Can I buy him a suit for my husband?"
Her eyes sparkled and her voice rose, "If my husband wears it, I will definitely not get up tomorrow."
"You don't know, that figure is particularly charming."
“Ahem…”
Yun Zhihe choked on the wine in his mouth.
Cui Mingyu has many beautiful maids, so she can say such explicit words.
Maybe it was because she was drunk and the noise was loud. Yun Zhihe was still coughing. Cui Mingyu had just turned around when a hairpin suddenly flew in from the window, cut through the sky, and hit the wine table. In an instant, the wine jug was shattered, and the wine and the fragments splashed.
“Hmm—”
All the wine was spilled on Yun Zhihe.
Yun Zhihe was still holding the wine glass in her hand, and was about to take another sip to swallow the discomfort in her throat. She looked elegant and aloof, like a clear-headed lady, but she never expected to be spilled with wine, and her expression was a little dazed.
Nothing, an unexpected disaster.
"Where did this hairpin come from?!"
Cui Mingyu sobered up a lot and started wailing, "That, that was the wine I had treasured for a long time, how, how could it be broken!"
"There's still more than half left—"
"Bang——"
Before she could wail a few times, the door was kicked open. Everyone was startled by the loud noise and turned to look at the door.
Mo Beise was wearing a strange outfit that was a combination of Central Plains and barbarian styles. He looked inexplicably handsome. His deep blue cat eyes were curved as he looked at everyone in the private room.
Yuanzi Luo stood aside respectfully, nodding to them with an elegant smile.
His voice had an inexplicable tone, his smile was charming, and the ending tone was sticky and lingering.
"Who was it that spoke so rudely just now?"
Cui Mingyu was suddenly stunned.
He lowered his eyes to look at the mess on the table caused by the hairpin, and Yun Zhihe standing beside him in shock, seeing the stains of alcohol on her body, as if she had been splashed with alcohol.
“…It’s you?”
Yun Zhihe looked up at him and blinked blankly.
...Not me.
Cui Mingyu was almost sober and began to explain, "It was I who spoke rudely just now. I had a few drinks and didn't intend to offend you..."
"I'm so sorry, you..."
Mo Beise selectively skipped Cui Mingyu's words and didn't even hear them clearly. He kept staring at Yun Zhihe.
He casually raised his hand and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Alright, I forgive you."
"ah?"
Cui Mingyu was stunned. She hadn't even finished her apology yet and had already thought about the consequences.
Mo Beise took a few steps forward, her steps enchanting but not vulgar. She gently leaned over and took the wine glass from Yun Zhihe's hand. Her hair scratched Yun Zhihe's face and she smiled beautifully.
Then raise your head and drink it.
The wine beads slid down the beautiful and smooth neck and disappeared into the collarbone.
“…It’s a good wine.”
He looked at the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyebrows, stretched out the ending tone, and gave a casual compliment.
This... barbarian young man... is so bold and doesn't pay attention to details?
He drank from the glass of wine that the woman had drunk from.
Yun Zhihe's heart was filled with waves, but his face remained calm.
Mo Beise continued to speak, crossing his arms, looking lazy and charming, as if thinking, and then he smiled wickedly, his voice soft and gentle.
"As an apology... you, take me on a tour of the capital."
He was referring to Yun Zhihe, and Yuanzi Luo frowned.
"Your Highness, this is probably not proper etiquette... It is my duty to take you there..."
Mo Beise turned his head, his voice hoarse, "This lecher has offended me, so I'll leave this boring job of appreciating the charm to her."
But, this scoundrel is Cui Mingyu, not Yun Zhihe.
Why are you pointing fingers at her and demanding compensation?
Yun Zhihe was inexplicably labeled a "lecher" and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
Cui Mingyu was also a little confused. She was about to explain that the lecher was herself, but then she heard what Mo Beise said.
"Just let her lead the way, no need to say anything."
"It's fine if it's just me and this Yun... Madam. You can leave now."
Atom Luo paused, but still nodded.
Yun Zhihe paused, somewhat confused, and politely declined, "Zhihe's clothes are soaked, so it's inconvenient for me to go out, let alone take you to experience the local customs, so..."
Mo Beise frowned, raised his hand to untie his waist belt, and took off his outer robe. In an instant, he revealed beautiful clothes with a unique exotic style.
I just thought his clothes were weird, but I didn't expect he was just wearing an outer robe made of Central Plains clothing.
Their barbaric clothes were revealing and seductive, which caused a great shock to the conservative Ling people.
The waist was still exposed, flexible and strong with a honey-colored luster, outlining a nearly perfect figure.
Everyone in the private room fell silent and quickly covered their eyes. He didn't care, put the robe with body temperature on Yun Zhihe, and then spoke.
"That's all, right?"
"……well?"
The Mobei-colored robe was wrapped over Yun Zhihe's soaked clothes.
He leaned forward and lowered his head, and Yun Zhihe could see his large exposed skin and beautiful chest, which were soft and shiny, lazy and amorous.
“No, no no no…”
Yun Zhihe quickly returned his outer robe to him, speaking hurriedly.
"Clothing in the Central Plains is very particular. This is not in accordance with etiquette..."
She could not bear the accusation of offending a foreign prince, so she hurriedly put it on him and wrapped it tightly around his body.
“…Tsk.”
Mo Beise understood that the etiquette of the two countries was different. The clothes that were normal in their country seemed strange to them.
He was a little annoyed at first, but on second thought, he let her gather his robe. Mo Beise became interested again, and he deliberately raised his hand to touch her face, smiling beautifully.
His voice was hoarse, with a drawn-out ending and a trembling smile.
"Why, are you shy?"
"Is my waist slender?"
His breath was as fragrant as orchid, and his fingertips caressed her face affectionately.
Yun Zhihe frowned, raised her hand and grabbed his fingers, her expression slightly serious. She saw his brows furrowed again, and he looked at her with a bit of grievance before letting go.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I hope you won't go beyond the rules."
Her voice was cold.
Mo Beise paused, withdrew his hand, and the ambiguous smile on his face disappeared.
"How boring, Madam Yun."
…
Yun Zhihe changed into clean clothes, said goodbye to Cui Mingyu and the others and the half-held banquet, and then took the prince of a foreign country to stroll around the capital.
Mo Beise was strolling in the city. He picked up a hairpin at random, compared it, and found that he couldn't put it on his head. Then he put it down with boredom and looked at Yun Zhihe next to him.
Slightly confused.
"Isn't this prince good-looking? Why don't you look at him?"
It was already night, the lights were shining brightly, the capital was prosperous at night, and fireflies were scattered in the night sky.
He looked lazy and carefree, his deep blue cat eyes half-closed, and he leaned against the wall with his arms folded.
It seemed that he didn't really want Yun Zhihe's answer. He just asked casually, and feeling the majesty beside him, he murmured softly.
“…The wind is picking up.”
Mo Beise let out a light breath and narrowed his deep blue eyes, as if he was enjoying the wind very much. He raised his hand to untie his waist belt again.
Yun Zhihe paused.
“What are you doing…?”
He glanced at Yun Zhihe and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course I should take off my clothes. I'm dying of heat in these robes of yours."
"Don't try to pressure me with something that's not ethical..." He bit his red lips with his teeth, "The lights are dim here, and it's just you and me."
Then he took off his robe, revealing the clothes underneath, and threw them casually at Yun Zhihe.
Yun Zhihe had no choice but to take it, his clothes still had his warm body temperature.
If you look closely, the clothes are not that revealing, but they are a bit shocking to the people of Ling. In addition, his every move is lazy and seductive, which makes people unable to bear it.
Mo Beise smiled, seeing that she had no resistance, and then looked at the fireflies dancing here, the cat's eyes bent, the breeze blowing on his hands. He turned a few times with the wind, feeling the flow of the wind, flexible and enchanting.
"Hey...can I dance for you?"
He found it amusing and let the wind blow his hair. He tiptoed a few steps to Yun Zhihe and looked at her with his deep blue eyes.
"But no one can see the barbarian prince dancing in person."
Mo Beise sneered and raised the corners of his lips.
“No need…”
Before she could completely open her mouth to refuse, he took her hand and started dancing, the veil on his body floating and dancing with the fireflies.
"wait--"
Yun Zhihe was a little flustered. She didn't know how to dance, so she just followed his steps casually.
“…Don’t panic.”
Mo Beise chuckled soothingly, his breath warm on her face.
He took Yun Zhihe's hand and placed it on his waist. His fingertips felt warm, soft, flexible and strong.
She could feel the force and twisting of his waist and abdomen as he danced, and her fingertips could feel the power along with the force. It was extremely explosive and his body temperature was scorching.
Mo Beise began to laugh, looked at her with those blue cat eyes, and said in a hoarse voice.
"I'll ask you again, is my waist slender?"
Perhaps infected by him, Yun Zhihe danced simple and cheerful steps, and also felt a bit happy and joyful.
The indifference on her face disappeared, and she felt that Mo Beise was a cheerful person. Finally, she lost her restraint and responded softly.
"……Um."
"Hahahaha..." He laughed, with a tiny glint of light flashing from the tip of his teeth.
He seemed happy and pleased to be praised.
"Seriously, I like you even more."
As he murmured, the wind began to blow harder and whistled, and Yun Zhihe could not hear clearly.
Yun Zhihe and Mo Beise played together for nearly a day. Finally, he was tired of dancing and leaned on her back seductively, his soft and warm body pressed against hers, but Yun Zhihe moved away without a sound.
His face looked somewhat complaining.
"You're so unkind to women, but there's a man with you?"
Mo Beise's fingertips gently stroked her sleeves, giving her a wonderful touch.
Yun Zhihe shook his head. "She currently has no husband, and the prince is also unmarried. Don't do anything that might cause misunderstanding."
Mo Beise paused, his expression becoming somewhat serious. "Do you think that what this prince did to you, he would do to others as well?"
He spoke in a hoarse voice and pursed his lips, his red lips glossy.
"Why? Do you think my body is unclean?"
Mo Beise asked her this with a calm expression.
Yun Zhihe didn't know how he came up with these ideas, so he shook his head and said, "Zhihe doesn't dare to speculate about the prince's affairs."
“Tsk…”
Mo Beise glanced over and looked at the fireflies dancing beside him.
Finally spoke.
"I am clean, and I have never teased anyone else like I did you. No one in the barbarian tribe dares to offend me."
Yun Zhihe was a little confused.
I don't understand why he said this.
Among the barbarians, are such topics between men and women also suitable for casual conversation?
"And..." He was silent for a moment, "No one dances with me. You are the first one."
Thinking of the dance they had just shared, she had a different feeling, like appreciation and admiration, and she could be considered to have become friends with him.
Ziguang Pavilion is a palace that has always been used to receive people from foreign races, and Mo Beise and his group lived there.
Mo Beise leaned on the table, her long, honey-colored legs intertwined and then collapsed on the ground, her bored fingertips playing with the teacup on the table.
He let out a dull sigh.
Suddenly I heard some footsteps outside the door.
"Meet the prince."
"Get up." His fingertips hooked around the rim of the teacup, his voice lazy.
"What's up?"
Only then did he turn around, looking at the newcomer with an inexplicable evil taste.
"Hey... Hara-sama."
Each word was uttered as if lingering on the tip of the tongue, especially gently, yet full of teasing malice.
Yuanzi Luo stood slowly, lowered his head, his eyes somewhat dim and unclear.
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