Chapter 70: Slip of the tongue
There was a timid light in Taohua's eyes, and Wen Ning subconsciously wanted to shrink into the quilt.
The man grabbed her wrist as she was about to retreat, and the half-breathed gasp hanging on her lilac tongue was crushed between her lips and teeth by the overwhelming kiss before it could come out.
The clothes fell out of the tent, and the bellyband cast ripple-like shadows in the moonlight.
She tilted her neck back and moaned softly, the frosty moonlight sliding down her neck.
As the man was lost in passion, Sha Yinmo asked, "If I died on the battlefield... would Ning'er be sad?"
A soft moan escaped from her rouge-colored lips.
When she heard the meaning of the words, the confusion in the woman's eyes was instantly awakened.
She turned her head and bit his shoulder hard, as if she wanted to bite the unlucky thought out of his bones and blood.
The man groaned and only hugged her tighter.
Wen Ning loosened her teeth, and Jiangzhu trembled as she spoke, "No! If that day ever comes for you, I will find another man and live a good life!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her waist suddenly tightened and she was almost crushed in his arms.
The full moon on the 15th was breathtakingly round, and the brocade quilt in the tent had already been messed up.
The clear light is diffused, mixed with charming breath, soaking through the entangled figures.
In the golden lotus cup, the last bit of firefly light was drowned in wax.
The gilded tent hooks swayed from the second watch to the fifth watch, and still refused to rest...
…
The next morning light streamed in through the window.
Wen Ning moved and found that she was still nestled in his arms.
The whole body was once again enveloped by that feeling of powerlessness.
It turns out there are many kinds of this feeling.
This time is a little different from the previous two times.
It's not the soreness from having muscles and bones stretched and rubbed, but more like the soreness from being flooded with warm water.
She could even remember his movements slowing down in the second half of the night.
I don’t know why he is so insatiable, as if he will never have the next meal after this one.
Seeing that she was awake, Xie Jinglan curled his lips, his voice hoarse as if soaked by morning dew, "Did you sleep well?"
Wen Ning pulled the quilt up high, covering most of her pretty face, leaving only a pair of peach blossom eyes exposed.
When she heard the man's question, a hint of embarrassment suddenly appeared in her eyes.
How can I sleep well?
It's obvious that he didn't sleep much!
Her voice emerged from the corner of the quilt, tinged with a hint of resentment, "The Marquis doesn't even want us to sleep well!"
The man looked at the anger in her eyes, which was like ripples floating on the water, looking fierce but actually soft.
He reached out his hand and lightly touched her trembling eyelashes with his fingertips. "Ning'er said she wanted to find another man to live a good life. Naturally, she wanted you to remember this."
Wen Ning suddenly pulled half of her face out from under the quilt, her peach blossom eyes instantly misted with moisture, "Then who made the Marquis say, that it was on the battlefield..."
She didn't want to continue talking, didn't want to say such unlucky words.
The man's heart tightened, and he quickly put away his joking thoughts. He reached out and gently patted her back, saying, "I made a slip of the tongue."
Looking at her, her snow-white neck and white cheeks were dyed pink with anger, and the little flame in her peach blossom eyes was extinguished.
Xie Jinglan was overwhelmed by a feeling of being both amused and helpless.
She was so proactive yesterday, how could she know that her chance once a month had already been used up. If she wanted to touch her again, she would have to count the days and wait.
…
With the exam approaching, Wen Ning has to go to a private school during the day, and she is afraid that she won’t be able to return to the manor for long.
She deliberately chose a quiet time to return to the village.
The people in Zhuangzi treated her with even greater affection than the people in Yuezhou.
After all, it was she who protected the lives of everyone in Zhuangzi from beginning to end.
Wen Ning didn't let Sister Xianglan disturb everyone. She just gave her the chickens she had raised and the vegetables she had grown, and also distributed some things that she didn't need for the time being.
Ji Xianglan took the things, but her eyes involuntarily glanced towards the gate of the courtyard.
The man standing by the door was dressed in a dark uniform, with a straight posture, slightly raised eyes and a high nose bridge.
Although he was not wearing armor, he exuded an indescribable heroic spirit just by standing there.
I saw it from a distance just now and it was dazzling.
Now that I was closer, I realized how handsome he was, even more outstanding than the generals drawn in the storybooks.
"That great general is so handsome, so majestic, as if he stepped out of a painting."
Ji Xianglan suddenly came closer and tugged at Wen Ning's sleeve, with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Isn't he the man I saw in your room?"
Then he gasped again, "Xibao, Xibao is his, right? He looks alike to me!"
Wen Ning was stunned when she heard this and didn't know how to explain. She just blushed and slapped Sister Xianglan's hand away.
"Sister-in-law, don't talk nonsense."
Ji Xianglan's eyes flashed with a knowing look, and she covered her mouth and said, "Don't worry, I'm keeping my mouth shut."
Seeing that Wen Ning had divided most of the things, the warmth in her eyes became even brighter.
"Why are you still renting this yard? It's a waste of money if it's empty. I'll refund you the remaining months' rent."
"No, no, it's not necessary, sister-in-law. You can keep the rent. There is a long time to go, and no one can predict what will happen in the future."
After she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of Xie Jinglan standing outside the door looking at her. His eyes were heavy and his emotions were unclear.
Ji Xianglan nodded, her tone full of confidence, "Xibao's mother, with your medical skills, even if you bring Xibao back here, you can still live a comfortable life without being hungry or cold."
…
Two months passed quickly, and on the day when the female official's results were announced, Xie Jinglan accompanied her.
Wen Ning came out almost jogging with her skirt lifted up.
Seeing the familiar dark figure at the street corner from afar, he quickened his pace.
When she got to him, she gasped and looked up at him, her voice filled with unconcealed joy, "My Lord, I passed!"
Xie Jinglan hid the bloodstained handkerchief behind his back and used his other hand to tidy up her wind-blown hair. His tone was full of joy, "I told you you could do it!"
Wen Ning was very happy and wanted to tell her master the news.
Since she knew that her master had come to Liancheng, her mind had become even clearer, and she was so happy.
I had visited him several times before, but I didn't expect that Cai Huichun would be so careless this time.
The master and disciple chatted casually, and Cai Huichun's expression was much softer than when he was in front of Xie Jinglan.
He spoke slowly, rambling as before.
"It's wonderful for you to be a court lady here. The people here respect and love you from the bottom of their hearts, and you live a stable and secure life.
It was right not to follow the Marquis back to the capital. Even though the Marquis has immense power for you to rely on, he only has three years left to live. If I can't make the antidote, you'll end up a widow again in three years."
"Master, what did you mean by returning to the capital? What about three years of life?"
Wen Ning's fingertips trembled, and the teacup she was about to hand to her master fell to the bluestone ground with a clang.
Cai Huichun paused while twisting his beard, raised his eyes and saw Wen Ning's red eyes, and his heart suddenly felt empty.
"The Marquis never mentioned it to you?"
Wen Ning shook her head.
But it is better to let your disciples make plans early than to be caught off guard in the future.
After thinking about it, Cai Huichun felt less guilty.
If the Marquis wants to blame someone, then blame him for being old and confused.
It is true that the Marquis promised to conceal the truth for me, but I never promised to conceal the truth for the Marquis.
This is not his fault.
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