Chapter 80 The Marquis is Hungry
Xie Jinglan tried hard to calm his inner throbbing.
He couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
It turns out that everything that happened before was not an illusion.
She is the woman, the woman in the thatched hut.
It turned out that I had already formed such a deep bond with her without realizing it.
But at the moment, Wen Ning seemed to be still in the dark.
Xie Jinglan is now like a general lurking in the dark, who can clearly see the strengths and weaknesses of the city's defenses and understand the internal structure.
Wen Ning and Xi Bao are two cities, one large and one small, that he is determined to capture.
He wanted to live longer, long enough so that this city would not leave any room for others to covet.
Therefore, he had to find a way to meet Old Man Cai's requirements and let him make the antidote as soon as possible!
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The dishes and chopsticks had just been placed on the small square table across the courtyard, and Wen Ning was tying a bib on Xibao.
The food box that Chun Xing sent contained the dishes that she and Xi Bao liked.
Black chicken soup, crispy roasted quail, stir-fried kale and shrimp, sour plum chicken wings, steamed sea bass, shrimp and tofu soup, cold mixed mustard greens, stir-fried rapeseed, and chestnut cake.
She cleaned her hands with a handkerchief and said to Chun Xing, "Please don't ask the kitchen to prepare so much food. Xi Bao and I can't finish it all."
Chun Xing smiled and said, "These are all instructions from the Marquis himself. If we dare to secretly reduce the amount and the Marquis finds out, we will probably be punished."
After that, she picked up the lunch box and said, "Miss, I'm going to go back and report to you first. I'll come back later to warm up the stove."
Wen Ning nodded, turned around and saw Xi Bao's bright eyes staring at the food on the table.
She pushed the bowl of shrimp and tofu soup in front of him, and the little guy immediately raised the small spoon to put it in his mouth, with his cheeks stuffed with it.
The light and shadow outside the door were suddenly blocked. Wen Ning was wiping Xi Bao's mouth when she caught a glimpse of a slender figure standing in the room from the corner of her eye.
Xie Jinglan's eyes fell on the two people, one big and one small, sitting beside the table. It felt like boiling magma was breaking out of the ground in his heart, flowing through his blood vessels to his limbs and bones.
This is his woman! His son!
The man's Adam's apple moved, but his face showed no emotion.
His brows still held his usual cold expression, and his jawline was straight.
After all, I have lived for more than 20 years, but I have never learned what it means to be a father.
Now facing that little face, he simply maintained his usual indifference.
Wen Ning paused when she saw him come in, then quickly stood up and bowed, "My Lord, have you had lunch yet? If you don't mind, can we have some together?"
Xie Jinglan nodded, walked to the table and sat down.
Xibao was licking a spoon while savoring the delicious flavor of the shrimp and tofu soup. Seeing the Marquis coming, she immediately spat out the spoon and said in a baby voice, "Marquis, eat."
"Yeah." The man replied.
The small square table was not big to begin with, and once he sat down, the three of them were very close to each other. As they could hear each other's breath, they felt an indescribable comfort.
Wen Ning lowered her head to feed Xibao soup, not noticing that Xie Jinglan's eyes hardly left her.
He rarely moved the chopsticks in his hand, but instead used the serving chopsticks to pick up food for her frequently.
The shrimps slid into her bowl, the fish fillets were deboned and placed on her plate, and all her favorite vegetables were quietly pushed to her side by him.
Xibao finished eating and patted his round belly with his little hands to burp.
The meal is over.
Wanqing and Yunxiu swiftly put the dishes and chopsticks into the lunch boxes. Just as they were about to kneel down and take their leave, they saw Xie Jinglan raise his hand and gesture for them to look at Xibao.
The two maids looked at each other and immediately understood, then smiled and coaxed, "Young Master, shall we go to the yard and catch some crickets?"
Xibao was rubbing his round belly and yawning. When he heard about catching crickets, his eyes immediately lit up and he stretched out his chubby little hands to ask the maid to hold him.
When he walked out the door, he did not forget to turn around and wave, "Hou Nie, mother, see you later."
Seeing that everyone had left, Xie Jinglan turned around and poured Wen Ning a cup of warm water.
Wen Ning just felt that something was wrong with him today. He hadn't eaten much since he sat down, and there was a smile on his face that she couldn't understand.
She felt panic in her heart, lowered her head and whispered: "My Lord...what happened today?"
The man looked up at her, the light in his eyes was bottomless.
"I'm hungry."
Wen Ning was stunned for a moment, then said, "The Marquis barely touched his chopsticks just now..."
Before he finished speaking, Xie Jinglan stood up, walked straight to the door, and fastened the bolt with a "click".
Wen Ning's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously clenched her handkerchief.
The man turned around and walked towards her step by step, his shadow completely covering her.
"When you were in my room, you had servants serving you day and night. But these past two days, you just hid in this courtyard, not even giving me a chance to talk to you alone." He leaned over, his hands on the edge of the table beside her.
The man's breath brushed past her ears, carrying with it the refreshing scent of sandalwood. "So, I'm hungry."
The woman's frosty face suddenly turned bright red.
She belatedly understood the deeper meaning of his words, and her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to burst her chest.
Wen Ning hurriedly turned her face away, pretending not to understand. "Then, I'll go to the kitchen and make some more food. What would you like to eat, my Lord?"
She was about to stand up when he grabbed her wrist.
The man lowered his head, his nose almost touching her forehead, his eyes fixed on her intensely, and he said word by word, "What I want to eat now is Ning'er..."
She looked at the surging emotions in his eyes, her fingertips trembling slightly, "My Lord, don't you have military affairs to attend to this afternoon..."
Before she finished her words, Xie Jinglan had already picked her up and carried her sideways.
Wen Ning exclaimed, her fingertips subconsciously clenching his collar, but he lowered his head and kissed her.
The man stepped into the inner room in a few steps. The brocade quilt sank slightly, and he held the back of her head and the back of her waist with both palms.
His kiss was softer than expected, gently pressing against her lips, without rushing in, just patiently rubbing against them.
Wen Ning's eyelashes trembled violently. His eyes were so close to her. Her usually cold eyes were half-closed, and her shadow was in her pupils.
The kiss between their lips gradually deepened. He pried open her teeth, caught her breath, and rubbed all the desires that had been hidden for a long time into this entanglement.
The woman's body gradually softened, until she was out of breath and her cheeks flushed, and then he stepped back a little.
Before Wen Ning could catch her breath, his kiss had already slid down the corner of her lips, passed over her small chin, and went all the way down to her slender white neck.
His thin lips pressed against the thin white scar on the side of her neck, like the thinnest string on a kissing harp.
When the tip of his tongue swept across her, she shuddered slightly, and was actually itchy as if new flesh and blood were burned.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked in a low voice, his teeth maliciously rubbing against her most sensitive skin.
She shook her head, her breathing already disordered.
Her fingertips unconsciously climbed up to his Adam's apple, touching the deeper scar left by the northern border.
Two wounds, one deep and one shallow, overlapped to form a cross between the intersecting breaths.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck amidst the faint fragrance rising from the mattress, his nose brushing against the loose lapels of her clothes, and the faint fragrance became clearer and clearer.
It's like the fragrance of medicine mixed with jasmine.
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