Chapter 86: Quarrel at the Head of the Bed and Make Up at the Foot of the Bed
After listening to the man's explanation word by word, the grievances and suspicions that had been pent up in her heart began to melt away little by little, like ice cubes thrown into hot water.
But the space left after melting is filled with more complicated emotions.
How could she know that the Marquis was facing the glare of swords and sabers in the court, the relentless pressure of imperial power, and countless pairs of eyes in the dark staring at his military power.
There is no one in the family to rely on, and there is no one to entrust with any trivial matters in the mansion. Even the poison in his body is probably a deliberate murder by someone in the dark.
Thinking about how I used to get so hung up on other people's gossip, worrying about my reputation, and calculating how far away we were, all those little thoughts that lingered in his presence now seemed as light as a piece of paper.
In the past, she only thought that she was somewhat attractive and had the good fortune to please him. Perhaps because the novelty had not yet worn off, he was willing to be more gentle with her.
But his words just now made her realize that he was protecting her, hiding his feelings and shielding her from the wind and rain, while she was still tossing and turning over the details of love.
From the capital to the border town, and then from the border town back to the capital, all she thought about was escaping, and she never considered whether he was sincere or not.
My heart felt like it was being tightly tugged at by something. It hurt, but also felt a bit sore and weak that I couldn't explain.
Those usually clear peach blossom eyes now looked like peach petals wet by the morning dew. Tears were hidden deep in the eyes, not falling, but making the pupils more moist and translucent.
She thought that a marriage of equal status should be respectful and stable, and never imagined that it would be tainted by the violence of power struggles.
"I... I originally thought that the princess was the most worthy of the Marquis."
She sniffed, and as soon as she said that, her peach blossom eyes became even more watery, but she looked up at him again.
Looking at his furrowed brows, the fatigue and stubbornness surging in his eyes, the two tears that had been hanging on the tip of his eyelashes for a long time rolled down in front of him without any warning.
When the man saw her like this, his heart tightened, and almost instinctively, he raised his hand to wipe the tears from her cheek.
As soon as his fingertips touched the warm and wet feeling, he saw more tears rushing out. He had just wiped the tears from under his left eye when the tears from the right rolled down, soaking his hand.
"Whether you are worthy or not is never decided by others. Whoever I hold in my heart is the best."
The man softened his voice, his fingertips still rubbing gently under her eyes.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have said so much to you today..."
The person under the palm just shook his head, tears still falling, and his shoulders shaking slightly.
Wen Ning didn't know why she was crying. Perhaps it was some sudden realization that came to her mind, like a tide overflowing the embankment, bringing with it surging heartache and helplessness that she couldn't stop.
The man was soft-hearted and could only coax her again and again.
Later, I don’t know how I coaxed him, but he finally fell onto the bed.
Looking at those peach blossom eyes that seemed to be immersed in spring water, tears rolled down my face like broken strings.
Xie Jinglan finally sighed and leaned over to kiss away her tears, from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks, and then to the corners of her lips. The salty taste mixed with her body fragrance made him gradually lose control.
The words of coaxing gradually died down, leaving only the intertwined breaths of each other.
The brocade quilt was rubbed to the foot of the bed, and his moon-white pajamas were tangled with his crab-green uniform.
The moonlight from outside the window filtered in, illuminating the red corners of her eyes and the surging emotions in his eyes.
The argument and tears from just now had not yet faded away, but at this moment, she was entangled in the warmth inside the tent.
The man suddenly realized that it was so good to quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed.
His breathing gradually became heavier, and his thin lips caressed her lips that were trembling from the kiss, but his mind suddenly became clearer.
This month has clearly been absurd once.
Old man Cai’s advice could not help but echo in my ears again.
He cursed in his heart, and the desire surging in his eyes was gradually suppressed by pity.
Xie Jinglan's Adam's apple rolled, and he forced himself to move back half an inch, resting his forehead against hers.
"When Ning'er was discussing poison with Master, did he ever warn you that if I had sex with you, my poison would deplete your vitality?"
If it weren't for this, how could he allow her to live in this courtyard these days.
The sparkling peach blossom eyes slowly opened, and a trace of confusion appeared in the bottom of them.
Wen Ning calmed down her breathing a little, shook her head gently and said, "I never said that. Master just said that this poison is difficult to cure, so I shouldn't worry, he will find a way."
She had previously secretly taken the Marquis's pulse at midnight, and the pulse under her fingertips was exactly as her master had said. The poison had penetrated deep into his lungs, and there was no chance of recovery.
But when she dug deeper, she couldn't make out anything more.
The man stood up and reached out to pull up the quilt that had slipped down, barely covering her exposed shoulders.
His movements were filled with deliberate restraint, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Once a month is fine. Two or three times a month requires supplemental medication. Any more than that and it might harm Ning'er's body. We've already been absurd a few days ago, so I can't touch Ning'er anymore."
Wen Ning's ears suddenly turned red. She avoided his burning gaze and whispered, "Actually... as long as the essence and blood don't enter the body, three or five times... won't be a problem."
If the essence and blood are not invaded, the poison will not invade the body. Even if she consumes some energy and blood, it doesn't matter.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's eyes suddenly lit up, and the restraint he had just shown instantly disappeared. His tone was filled with uncontrollable urgency, "How come the essence and blood don't enter the body?"
She bit her lip, her cheeks became even hotter, and she simply buried her face in the quilt, leaving only half of her red ear exposed.
"This, this is a matter for you men... I just happened to hear a few words about medical principles regarding sex while accompanying my master on his medical rounds, but my master disliked my age and kicked me out before I could finish."
After a pause, she lowered her voice. "I only vaguely remember that keeping semen and blood from entering the body was mostly for... to prevent pregnancy, so women don't need to drink contraceptive soup. As for how to do it... I can't really explain it. Perhaps only couples who have been married for a long time, or those who don't plan to have children for the time being, would know."
After he finished speaking, there was silence in the tent for a moment.
Wen Ning secretly raised her eyes and took a peek, and saw that he was frowning and thinking deeply. His profile was more clearly defined in the moonlight, as if he was pondering some important military matter.
She couldn't help but ask curiously, "My Lord, you've never used it before?"
She thought that a lord as powerful as him would definitely have many attractive women around him, and he must have heard some of the ways that go on between the curtains.
Even if there are no concubines, there must be some in the entertainment circles outside.
Seeing him asking in such a confused manner, it seemed as if he was even more confused than himself, which was really unexpected.
Hearing this, the light in the man's eyes was mixed with a bit of mischief, and the corner of his mouth was curved into a smile that was not a smile, which made Wen Ning's heart jump, and she hurriedly buried her face in the quilt again.
"Ning'er knows I don't have any concubines, so do you think I'm one of those playboys who frequent brothels?"
He leaned closer, his breath warming against her ear through the thin quilt, "Since Ning'er is so curious, when was my first time? Where was it, and with whom?" He paused deliberately, "In a few days... Ning'er will know."
The person under the quilt froze instantly, shrinking back as if scalded. She shook her head frantically, "No, no need..."
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