Chapter 113: Plum Blossoms 23: Which husband did Xiu spend a night with?
There was no one on the street. Jiang Tingyuan held the person in his arms tightly and galloped on the road with his horse's hooves rolling over the tender grass buds in the cracks between the stone slabs.
The dim candlelight was flickered by the wind. Jiang Tingyuan held the person in his arms. He lowered his head and saw that he had almost bitten his lip. His body was trembling slightly, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were half-closed.
He clearly knew Fang Yifeng's secret warning in advance, but he was still so reckless. He thought that since he had seen through it in advance, there would be no problem, but he had no idea that the real despicable means would be exposed in the open.
Too brave.
He wrapped him tightly in his arms. Song Yanze grabbed his robe tightly and buried his head in it, leaving only his hanging black hair and hot crimson ears exposed.
Jiang Tingyuan's face never looked better, and he carried him all the way upstairs from the back door of the inn.
Shi Yucheng was awakened by the noise. He pushed open the door and saw Ting Yan, dressed in black, hugging the person in his arms tightly. He did not make any effort, but the expression on his face was terrifying, cold and heavy.
"Tingyan... this is... what happened to Meiyuan..."
He didn't even glance over, his black boots squeaked as they stepped on the wooden floor, and the indigo sleeves of the person in his arms swung in an arc.
Shi Yucheng watched him in silence as he kicked the door open and then slammed it shut.
The candlelight lit up, and Song Yanze's forehead was covered with sweat from his body. He curled up on the couch, his legs twisted and rubbing back and forth, his hands tugging at his collar in annoyance.
Jiang Tingyuan stood in front of the bed, looking down at him, his face was cold but his eyes were as hot as fire.
"Song Yanze."
He pinched Song Yanze's cheeks and pressed his thumb on his lower lip to prevent him from biting his lip.
Unexpectedly, Song Yanze sucked it in a daze, and it was soft, warm and moist...
Jiang Tingyuan's throat was dry and tight, he held his breath, lowered his head, and asked him in a deep voice.
"Song Yanze, who am I? Who is your husband?"
Song Yanze, however, was irritably pulling at his clothes, making them a mess.
He breathed heavily softly, as if sensing his approach, raised his arms to hold his neck, tilted his head and pressed his cheek against his.
He seemed to feel the coolness was comfortable and rubbed it subconsciously a few times.
Jiang Tingyuan grabbed his shoulders and saw that his face was red from being rubbed by his beard. Although he was clearly suffering from the pain and his eyes were about to bleed, he still insisted on hearing an answer.
Now you are pretending to be Tingyan, but you don’t show any repulsion at all, but you clearly worked hard for Jiang Tingyuan every night before...
Song Yanze's body was burning red and he felt very uncomfortable. His heart felt like it was full of willow catkins, making it swollen and uncomfortable.
His belt fell off, but she still had her dignity, so when she saw that he did nothing, she pushed him away and turned her back to him.
"Get out of here, get out of here."
The harsh words he uttered were spoken in a soft tone, yet sounded like flirting.
The soft fabric was piled up and hung at the ankles. The robe was so long that it covered everything tightly.
Jiang Tingyuan really wanted to just ignore it, but he had been feeling very depressed these past few days and was so jealous of himself that he was dying.
Jiang Tingyuan tugged at the belt, the cloth rubbed, and he pulled it out quickly, making a tiny sound that was drowned out by Song Yanze's suppressed gasps.
He grabbed Song Yanze's wrists with just one hand, and with the other hand took his black belt and tied him up tightly in two or three moves.
No matter how reluctant Song Yanze was, it was of no use. The Imperial Envoy was the best at this. He kicked with his legs and tried to bite the knot on his wrist to untie it.
Jiang Tingyuan picked up the other long strap and pulled it upwards.
Song Yanze seemed to have a white plum bud being forcibly opened. He was dragged by him to raise his hands above his head, with his knees pressed against him, so that he could only place one leg on the couch and the other on the collapsed footstool.
"What are you doing! Get out of here!" Song Yanze met his red eyes of jealousy and was still annoyed with him.
It felt so hot when I spoke and exhaled, and I had no strength at all.
"Song Yanze, do you want Tingyan from Huizhou or Jiang Tingyuan from Kyoto?"
Jiang Tingyuan insisted on making him make a choice, as if once one was chosen, the other could be discarded.
What Song Yanze hated the most was his attitude. Tingyan was not bad, and Jiang Tingyuan was not unlikable. They were just different stages and different sides of the same person.
Can't he be greedy and have everything?
Why do you think he is such an insincere person?
Song Yanze didn't know that tears were rolling down his eyes. He just stared at him with his eyes open, his eyes filled with intense disappointment and anger.
Jiang Tingyuan panicked and immediately tried to wipe the tears rolling down his eyes. He was frightened by his burning cheeks and kept wiping them helplessly. He choked softly and apologized repeatedly in a low voice.
"Don't ask anymore. Don't cry."
After saying that, he lowered his head and slowly unbuttoned Song Yanze's clothes that he couldn't open no matter what.
His body also turned red and hot, and his undulating curves were as charming as the winding spring mountains. His rough palms seemed to be stroking warm jade, and it was difficult to stop.
The rough calluses scratched his skin like feathers falling off. He wanted to scratch them hard, but his hands were tied. He could only whimper softly, tears wetting his eyelashes.
Then the familiar fragrance of soapberries wafted over, bringing with it Jiang Tingyuan's usual body heat.
Song Yanze couldn't help but move closer, looking at the funny disguise on his face and feeling his rough and strong hands.
Song Yanze's mind suddenly became clear and he trembled violently.
Jiang Tingyuan lowered his head to kiss him, but was afraid to hurt him. Song Yanze lowered his head to see the hem of his robe, which formed layers of fabric on his arms.
Although this had happened before, it was now bright with candlelight, and he had never been tied up and lying on his back for him to do anything to.
Song Yanze frowned slightly, and the tears were no longer there, but the wetness of stimulation. He tilted his head and kissed the corner of Jiang Tingyuan's eyes, and then pressed his lips against his.
Jiang Tingyuan was now like licking honey on the tip of a knife. Every time he took the initiative, she felt both irresistible and uncomfortable.
Song Yanze suddenly bit his neck hard, his back trembled slightly, and his clothes were all dirty. Jiang Tingyuan let him bite, and even enjoyed it.
Song Yanze leaned into his ear and panted softly to calm down, and suddenly whispered: "I want you."
Jiang Tingyuan immediately ignored everything, picked up his little Master Song by the waist, quickly wrapped him in his outer robe, and placed him on the bed.
Song Yanze relaxed for a moment, but watched him wrap the hanging part of the belt around the bedpost. He shuddered and questioned him in a hoarse voice.
"what you do?"
As he spoke, Jiang Tingyuan lowered his eyes and concentrated on tying three knots.
As expected of a professional catcher, his hands were not delicate, but he was very skilled in tying knots and his movements were quick and decisive.
Jiang Tingyuan stood in front of the bed. He was too tall and stared at him with his head down. He couldn't hide his greed, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.
Song Yanze was now mostly awake, and his body had cooled down. He didn't want to regret it, but he felt insecure, so he had to free his hands and hurriedly struggled to get rid of the belt on his wrist, then raised his body and bit the knot on it.
Jiang Tingyuan ignored his attempts to break free and reached out to touch the ties of his robe. His movements were decisive, without any ulterior motive, and even calm and unhurried.
Song Yanze took one look and tried to struggle for the belt with a red face, sweating all over his forehead.
Jiang Tingyuan was only wearing a white inner shirt. He stretched out his hand to pull the belt, and it immediately opened up, revealing his chest and muscular waist and abdomen.
"Song Yanze, you were the one who asked for it first."
He fished out a round iron box, and the familiar aroma of oily ointment immediately awakened his body's memory.
Song Yanze's heart was beating so fast that he felt dizzy. He looked down and saw the familiar ugly thing so clearly.
The gauze curtain was lowered, the candlelight was ambiguous, and the faces of both people became hazy. Song Yanze let out a long breath, bit his lower lip in compromise, and closed his eyes.
The slender figure is centered on the green vine, supporting the light into the abyss.
The gauze curtains and red candles were swaying, and the belt was tightened.
In the dim light, a figure tried to hide, but the belt only made the bedpost creak, and was easily pulled back by another tall figure.
Before, he was afraid that his beard would prick him, but when he got to the bed, he started to act recklessly, using his lips, tongue and beard to prick his vulnerable and sensitive parts.
Song Yanze really couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed the quilt tightly, his long black hair hung down on the bed, revealing his white jade skin full of teeth marks and bright red from excessive rubbing.
Jiang Tingyuan was sweating, shining in the candlelight. He reached out to grab the quilt in Song Yanze's hand with a very hateful look on his face.
But he couldn't pull it away and didn't try to pull it away forcefully. He reached out and touched the corner of the quilt that Song Yanze was holding down, and pulled it hard.
He still felt it was not enough, so he touched the box and the solidified cream at the bottom melted a little. Then he casually threw the empty iron box under the bed, and for a moment the bed was filled with a mixture of fragrance.
"Jiang Tingyuan! You..."
"Jiang Tingyuan! Stop it!"
Jiang Tingyuan didn't react at first, and reached out to grab him, busy trying to taste the sweetness again.
Let Master Xiao Song practice his riding skills well, his arm muscles bulge, his shoulder and neck lines rise and fall, and his eyes are full of desire.
"Jiang Tingyuan!"
Song Yanze was still tied to the bedpost, unable to hide. A distorted cry was heard, and Jiang Tingyuan's forehead veins tensed. He looked at Song Yanze in surprise.
Now I realized what he was shouting.
"You... who are you calling... how dare you call..." This time a possibility suddenly jumped into his mind and his ears felt like they were burning, but he didn't dare to believe it.
Song Yanze couldn't bear the overwhelming loss of control and was extremely angry. He immediately bit his neck hard and spoke incoherently while whimpering.
"Yeah... who am I calling... bastard... beast!"
Jiang Tingyuan suddenly understood, everything from beginning to end... He immediately kissed him happily, but Song Yanze kept pushing him and told him to get out.
The next morning, Shi Yucheng knocked on the door with a worried look on his face. Ji Bai also waited outside the door with him. The lights had been on all night, and he could hear the sound of heavy furniture being moved.
After knocking on the door for a while, someone finally answered. It turned out to be Jiang Tingyuan...?
It was clearly someone else who carried someone in last night?
He was dressed neatly and looked strangely excited. Both of them lacked their previous hostility and momentum, and looked like lazy carnivorous wolves after a full meal.
"What happened to Mei Yuan last night? Was he injured? Is he okay?"
Jiang Tingyuan was a little unhappy at this time, but he still answered patiently: "He is fine, why don't you hurry up and get the river dredged."
"He has been very busy these days, so don't let him bother you anymore."
Shi Yucheng was stunned for a moment. This tone sounded indescribably strange.
Ji Bai was a Beijing official, and the fear of the Imperial Envoy was ingrained in his bones. He didn't say a word earlier, but before he looked away, he noticed that there were teeth marks on Commander Jiang's neck.
Upon closer inspection, one of the ears looked like it had been twisted by someone and was completely red.
After saying that, Jiang Tingyuan closed the door. He stood in front of the door blocking their view so that they could not see anything.
Jiang Tingyuan called for some water and quickly walked to the bed.
He picked up the scattered clothes one by one and piled them aside. Then he carefully half-opened the gauze curtain on one side to look at Lord Xiao Song wrapped in the quilt.
He fell into a deep sleep, curled up in the quilt, his long black hair ruffled to one side, the corners of his eyes and lips red beyond fading, and his shoulders and collarbones covered with marks.
At this time, Jiang Tingyuan turned into a good husband again. He squatted beside him and combed his hair gently. He then took a handkerchief to wipe it for him, and lifted the quilt a little to reach in and wipe it.
He touched it carefully, then withdrew his hand awkwardly. He had gone too far, too recklessly. Now, he couldn't think of eating meat for the next few days.
But in the first half of the night, I was holding my breath, wanting him to indulge in the pleasure he gave me, and in the second half of the night, I was so happy that I was full of energy.
Song Yanze indulged him most of the time, completely forgetting that scoundrels would just take advantage of others and could not be treated well.
Song Yanze frowned and opened his eyes. Jiang Tingyuan's face without disguise came in front of him. He suddenly closed his eyes and uttered a hoarse word.
"roll."
His eyelids were thin, so the redness was hard to go away. Song Yanze felt uncomfortable everywhere, especially in his waist and hips. It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and he felt tired when he moved.
Jiang Tingyuan smiled awkwardly, squatting with his chin on the bed and looking at him, but it was a pity that he failed to soften Song Yanze's heart. Who made him not have a pitiful face? This only made Song Yanze think that he was up to something bad again.
"My husband is wrong."
Song Yanze laughed coldly. Jiang Tingyuan's heart immediately tightened, and he reached into the quilt to pull his hand.
"Are you still my husband?" Song Yanze said weakly, but with full lethality.
"I had sex with a man with a scar on his face and a beard last night. Was it you?"
"Where are you from, my husband? Huh?"
Jiang Tingyuan knew clearly that it was him, but he still felt panic in his heart, as if his wife had really run away and didn't want him anymore. He began to regret again, if he had known earlier, he would have removed all those messy disguises last night.
Such a perfect consummation of marriage still had flaws after all, he successfully cheated on himself.
"It's all my fault." Jiang Tingyuan said. If he wasn't more honest, he would really be cheated on by himself.
"Tingyan from Huizhou, Brother Xiaoyan, Commander Jiang, they are all me."
After saying this, he looked at Song Yanze's slowly opening eyes, and spoke to him quickly but seriously.
"They are all your husbands. I am your only husband."
Song Yanze lowered his eyes, his ears turned red, and his face still maintained a serious expression, but the hand under the quilt tightly clenched his rough and large hand.
"Stupid dog."
Jiang Tingyuan leaned over and asked for a kiss, but Song Yanze was a little reluctant and just kissed his cheek perfunctorily.
"You kissed me when I had a beard, why not kiss me now? Don't you like the way I look now? Do you like me like that?"
Jiang Tingyuan asked him in a low voice with grievance, and Song Yanze knew that he was too narrow-minded to see it, and it would not get any bigger.
Song Yanze loves cleanliness and dislikes people who don't look unkempt. Growing a beard is a big deal to him.
His appearance was not so ugly, but it was not handsome either. However, Song Yanze did not despise him at all, and always looked at him gently and told him.
"No matter what you look like, I like you and I accept you."
Jiang Tingyuan thought of this, and the jealous fire in his heart suddenly disappeared. This was too sweet. Every word of his little Song was like a pearl, and every word he thought of was like sweet water poured into his mouth.
"No more noise?" Song Yanze said angrily. "Not making any more noise?"
Jiang Tingyuan kissed him twice and promised solemnly: "I won't make trouble anymore. I really won't make trouble anymore."
Song Yanze didn't want him to kiss her, but he couldn't stop her.
Jiang Tingyuan recalled everything one by one and realized how stupid he had been, especially when he helped Song Yanze up and saw him frowning and taking a breath.
The fierceness from last night is gone, now he is like a docile house dog. "Why don't you ride on my head and slap me a few times."
Song Yanze laughed, neither saying yes nor no, and leaned on him to drink water and eat.
"Sir! The grain ship is coming to the dock."
There was a knock on the door, the voice unable to conceal the excitement.
Song Yanze was in low spirits just now, but at this moment he suddenly became alert, raised his head and asked, "How many are here?"
"My Lord, at least five ships of food."
Jiang Tingyuan still couldn't understand his plan. Five ships of food could only last for six or seven days. Why was he so happy?
Song Yanze couldn't hide his excitement, but he immediately frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Jiang Tingyuan.
"Can you lend me some men?"
Jiang Tingyuan smiled and pointed at his lips. Song Yanze blushed and raised his head to exchange a kiss with him.
"It won't be long before they rush over to deliver food themselves."
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