52. Stove
Yun Zhihe has made up her mind to get married, but she has not found the right person yet. After thinking for a long time, she asked Uncle Wang to keep an eye out for a suitable man.
Uncle Wang was extremely surprised. He originally thought that it would take a long time before she could get married and have a daughter. Unexpectedly, the usually slow-witted Mu Tou suddenly became wise and told him that she wanted to get married.
Uncle Wang held her in his arms, hugged her and whispered.
"Daddy will find you a good and fertile son."
Yun Zhihe felt helpless in his embrace and could only nod in agreement. But after a while, Uncle Wang spoke.
"Have you ever been in contact with Master Xuan, the one I met last time?"
Yun Zhihe paused, "He, he..."
Uncle Wang didn't notice the hesitation on her face and smiled as he spoke, "Young Master Xuan has an outstanding temperament. He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a slender waist and long legs. His figure looks like he's perfect for fathering a daughter."
"And that aura that permeates his body, one look at him can intimidate the harem, manage the mansion, he must be the master husband trained by everyone."
He kept talking and became more and more satisfied. Yun Zhihe hurried to stop him as he became more and more exaggerated.
How could the current emperor talk such nonsense?
Uncle Wang was still not satisfied, but he still kept his mouth shut. He continued, "What about Qingzhu? Although she came from a poor family, she's still a clean-cut person, has nimble hands and feet, and is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting..."
Yun Zhihe was somewhat helpless and shook his head. "I don't want to choose anyone from my immediate surroundings. Daddy, please find some young men to choose from. If you find one that suits your taste, please let me know."
Uncle Wang paused, then agreed.
Qingzhu, who was serving tea, stopped at the door and listened to the conversation between the two. Then, with dim eyes, he lowered his eyes when Yun Zhihe shook his head to reject Uncle Wang's proposal.
After the two stopped talking, he pushed the door open and walked in with a normal expression. He put down the teacup and poured a cup of tea. The curling mist entwined between his cold white fingers with a faint red knuckle, which was particularly beautiful.
He bowed politely and withdrew.
In his every gesture, he exudes the tenderness and gentleness of a man, as well as the clarity and brightness.
Uncle Wang looked at Qingzhu's departing back with satisfaction, then looked up at Yun Zhihe with a complaint, "You are so stubborn."
Yun Zhihe shook his head.
She had never thought about choosing a husband from the men she knew. It was not because she hated or disliked them, but because she felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Uncle Wang was very quick and had been busy asking matchmakers over the past two days to find out if there were any suitable young men from wealthy families.
The matchmaker couldn't stop smiling. Half of the eligible young men in the capital had come to him to act as a matchmaker for Yun Zhihe, but they had all been sent back. Who would have thought that Yun Zhihe would wake up and actually want to get married? This hard nut to crack was finally cracked.
While Uncle Wang was making inquiries over there, Yun Zhihe was free here. The atmosphere in the court had been good recently and there were no major events, so she had the leisure time to read and write here.
She sat in front of the window, holding the volume of "Nine Records of Taihang" borrowed from Xuanyuan He and began to read it carefully. It was worthy of being the only copy handed down by Taihang hermit. The writing was simple but delicate, and the customs and folkways recorded were particularly moving.
The cool autumn breeze made people shiver slightly, and Yun Zhihe's hair danced in the wind. Just in a trance, Qingzhu pushed the door open and came in, put down the cakes and tea, and walked over to close the window.
He murmured softly as he closed the window, "This autumn wind is so cold, why bother reading by the window? I'm afraid I'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."
Qingzhu's voice was clear and melodious. Yun Zhihe was sitting on a chair in front of the window. He raised his hand to close the window. His waist was wrapped in a girdle, which made him look particularly attractive and slender. From this angle, he could see his beautiful and smooth curves.
Yun Zhihe paused and lowered his eyes.
Qingzhu closed the window and squatted down to pour tea for her. Today he was dressed lightly, with the collar of his blue shirt slightly open. As he squatted down, his fair chest could be vaguely seen.
His voice was soft, with a hint of familiarity and intimacy, as he poured the tea.
"Madam Yun is so engrossed in reading that she doesn't even care if she catches a cold. How can this be acceptable?"
“Hmm—”
Before he could finish, his hand shook and the tea suddenly spilled over his body. Suddenly, his chest was soaked with tea, revealing his moist red chest.
A blush appeared on Qingzhu's cold face. She hurriedly tried to wipe the tea away, but accidentally pulled her clothes loose.
Yun Zhihe was also a little stunned and hurriedly handed over the handkerchief, "Is this tea scalding? Go get some cold water to rinse it off."
Qingzhu's eyes were red and she sobbed as she wiped the tea off her chest. Her clothes were disheveled, half covered and half exposed, making her particularly attractive.
"Yun, Madam Yun..."
Even the ending tone was trembling.
Yun Zhihe was also at a loss for a moment. When his fingertips touched the remaining tea, he found that it was not hot but warm, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Such a pitiful look was particularly distressing. Yun Zhihe glanced at him when he saw that his clothes were exposed, then stood up and went behind the screen. He didn't go out until Qingzhu had tidied herself up.
Tea spilled on me...it felt strangely familiar.
It seemed like... when he first met Qingzhu, he also poured tea on him.
I don’t know whether to sigh or laugh.
Soon it was night. For some reason, it rained today, which made it particularly cold. There was not much warmth in the house. The autumn rain was drizzling outside, and the temperature was really low today.
But for some reason, the charcoal stove in her room was broken and the vent was blocked by debris, so Azhi had to ask Uncle Wang where he would rest today.
The temperature was extremely low, and with the candlelight, Yun Zhihe's fingers holding the scroll felt a little cold. After a while, Azhi came back and spoke.
"Miss, please go to the east room to sleep today. The charcoal stove there is in good condition."
Yun Zhihe nodded, asked Azhi to go down and rest, and then went to the east room.
The autumn rain was bleak, and some leaves on the trees outside the house were blown down. Perhaps such bleak autumn rain made the literati feel melancholy. Yun Zhihe looked at it in a daze for a while and then walked towards the east room.
Her hands were shaking from the cold. When she opened the door to the east room, she saw that it was dark inside, but extremely warm. There were still too few servants in the Yun Mansion, and many things could not be taken care of. If there were more, there would be no one to serve.
Yun Zhihe took off his cloak and groped his way to the bed in the dark. After taking off all his clothes except his inner clothes, he tried to get under the quilt.
As soon as I snuggled in, I felt something unusual. The quilt was too warm, and I felt soft skin as I moved.
“Hmm—”
Yun Zhihe was startled and screamed, and at this time the man also screamed.
The voice was familiar, it sounded like Qingzhu.
The fiery body hurriedly but accidentally fell into her arms in the darkness, which was particularly warm, and her fingertips could touch the soft skin.
"Mrs. Yun?"
The voice was soft, trembling, hoarse, and fragile.
Yun Zhihe pushed him away, hurriedly got out of bed, and lit the candle.
Qingzhu covered her body with a quilt and looked at Yun Zhihe with tears in her eyes.
Yun Zhihe frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Slave, slave, I'm not guessing, it's just that the window in my room is broken, and the wind is freezing cold, so I just found a room to stay in for the night. I didn't expect Madam Yun... to come too."
Perhaps it was the accusation in her words just now that made Yun Zhihe pause and take a deep breath.
Indeed, and Qingzhu came first. A man's integrity is important, so he should be the one who feels offended.
Yun Zhihe sighed again, her eyebrows twitching slightly. This Yun Mansion didn't even have a house that could keep people warm and live in. She glanced away from Qingzhu and spoke.
"You stay here tonight, and I'll go back to my room to sleep."
Qingzhu paused and spoke to stop her, "Madam Yun, why don't you stay in this room with Qingzhu? The mansion is short-staffed, it's still early, and most houses don't have heaters..."
"Qing, Qingzhu is sleeping on the ground."
But, how can a grown woman let a man sleep on the ground?
“…No need.” Yun Zhihe shook his head.
She was also shooting herself in the foot. When she moved out, Xuanyuan Ying wanted to give her a mansion, but she declined it because the Yun Mansion was familiar. Now she felt helpless about the dilapidated Yun Mansion.
It's time to renovate or move.
Yun Zhihe had just put on his clothes and was about to go out when he heard a knocking sound outside the window. It was regular and familiar. Yun Zhihe paused, but still walked forward and opened the window.
What came into view was... Lou Zhi's soaking wet figure.
His hair was stuck to his face, his expression was calm, a little pale, and he was soaked.
"Lou, General Lou?"
Why did he seem addicted to coming in through the window?
Even though he thought this in his heart, he still hurriedly welcomed the person in. Lou Zhi was soaked and felt cold.
"General Lou, is there something wrong?"
Yun Zhihe found a clean cloth for him and asked him to wipe his hair, while Qingzhu, who was curled up on the bed, looked a little dazed at this time.
Such a wonderful sight is rare. Yun Zhihe was helpless to be in a room with two men in the middle of the night.
Lou Zhi paused while wiping his hair, then said, "Nothing, just..." He glanced away.
"—I want to sleep."
He searched the Yun Mansion for a long time before he found out where Yun Zhihe was from Azhi.
"……Um?"
Yun Zhihe was a little confused, while Qingzhu looked at Lou Zhi with gloomy eyes, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Lou Zhi didn't sleep well. He always dreamed of a trance corpse, his mother, and Xiao Qinnan at night, calling his name hoarsely over and over again.
But that time when he slept in the same room with Yun Zhihe, and smelled the faint fragrance of her body on the mattress, he could hardly calm down. In the past few days, he thought of her in a trance.
Want to...sleep next to her.
"Last time, I slept very peacefully. I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, so I wanted to come to you."
Qingzhu's expression was cold, his fingertips were tightly curled up and trembling slightly.
She choked, pursed her lips, and said, "Then General Lou can sleep here. There are not many rooms with heaters in the Yun Mansion, so you can squeeze in with this young master."
She pointed at Qingzhu.
Lou Zhi turned to look at Qingzhu, then looked at Yun Zhihe and nodded.
He calmly and normally went to the screen to take off his clothes, put on his inner clothes, and walked out from behind the screen.
The body honed on the battlefield is particularly beautiful. The clothes here are a little small, which wraps up and outlines the extremely smooth and beautiful lines of the muscles. The skin on the exposed collarbone is delicate and smooth, and the bones on the side of the crotch are looming as he walks, with an inexplicable sexy aura.
He obediently snuggled in the same bed with Qingzhu. Yun Zhihe breathed a sigh of relief. This awkward and strange scene made her extremely confused. She forced a smile and said goodbye.
"Then you guys, have a good sleep, I'll be leaving first."
"etc……"
Lou Zhi suddenly called out to him.
The question seemed confused and calm.
"You don't want to sleep with us?"
He also turned his body to the side, leaving a little space on the small bed.
The two people on the bed were only wearing thin white underwear, sticking to each other, revealing one thin and one plump chest. Lou Zhi's body was still wet from the rain, soaking the underwear he had just put on, and now through the water, red spots were exposed.
Qingzhu's skin is cold and white, and it is particularly delicate and beautiful under the dim candlelight.
Lou Zhi is much taller than Qingzhu, and the two of them form a sharp contrast, which constantly stimulates the woman's mind.
“…No need.”
She took a deep breath and seemed to flee.
When she went out and the autumn rain blew on her cheeks, she became much more sober.
He just sighed and touched his slightly hot cheek with his cold fingertips.
Muttering to himself.
"It seems that I really need to find a...husband."
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