Chapter 321 No Other Thoughts (Contains Important Notice)
When Zheng Qingrong heard that Yu Qinghuan was older than him and asked him to call her sister, Zheng Qibai retorted, "She's not that much older. She looks younger than me."
Sister Yu is prettier than those seventeen or eighteen-year-old ladies from wealthy families.
Zheng Qingrong didn't listen to his sophistry, "You are young and you don't care about her calling you sister. I think you have impure thoughts and are wild!"
As she said this, she wanted to teach her brother a lesson.
However, Zheng Qibai slipped away first, closing the door and shouting at Zheng Qingrong outside, "I won't shout, she's not my sister anyway!"
Zheng Qingrong was furious when she heard this. She quickly stepped forward and patted the door. "I'm telling you, you'd better give up on those thoughts. She's not your ordinary noblewoman you see every day. It's useless to keep thinking about her!"
"Be careful not to get into trouble!"
Although no one knows whose child Yu Qinghuan has, she now lives in the Cheng family, so the child is most likely related to the Cheng family.
Even if we don’t mention the current emperor, Cheng Gongjin is not an ordinary person. Even the current emperor has to be a little afraid of him.
My father had also mentioned vaguely that the rebellion of Prince Rui was most likely orchestrated by Cheng Gongjin. This man was cruel and ruthless, and their Zheng family was no match for him.
Although this man is now on sick leave at home, he still has influence in the court. His position as the prime minister is stable and no one can shake it.
Zheng Qibai didn't know about all these twists and turns, nor did he know who was around Yu Qinghuan. He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to look at Yu Qinghuan a few more times.
He had some self-awareness as to why Yu Qinghuan thought highly of him.
But after listening to his sister Zheng Qingrong's words, he still felt a little annoyed. "I know, I don't have any other thoughts."
Hearing his impatience, Zheng Qingrong stopped talking.
She believed that no matter how mischievous her brother was, he would not do anything to bring disaster to the family.
"Okay, I'm just saying it casually, just keep it in your mind."
After that, she turned and left.
In the room, Zheng Qibai carefully took out the handkerchief embroidered with crabapple flowers from the secret compartment on the couch and sniffed it twice.
The fragrance above had long since dissipated, and I could smell nothing.
He sighed slightly, and stroked the silky material back and forth with his fingertips. Thinking back to Yu Qinghuan's hand today, it was as smooth as this handkerchief. It would be nice if he could hold it again.
As he thought about it, Yu Qinghuan's appearance today appeared in front of him again.
That style of dress is not allowed to be worn by unmarried women, but on Sister Yu... it looks really beautiful.
Although Zheng Qibai had never seen other women's bodies, he felt that Yu Qinghuan must be the whitest one.
It is more beautiful than the snow scene seen in winter.
As I was thinking, I seemed to hear Yu Qinghuan calling me "Little Sir"...
Zheng Qibai's cheeks flushed and his heart beat faster. He was at the age of full vigor and vitality. He lowered his eyes and looked at the handkerchief in his hand, subconsciously wanting to do something with it.
But he couldn't bear to dirty the handkerchief. In his heart, the handkerchief was like a person.
How could I have such thoughts about Sister Yu? No, absolutely not.
That night, it was as if two people were fighting in his mind, so much so that he didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night, holding the handkerchief that he treasured like a treasure.
In the dream, Yu Qinghuan kept calling her "little husband".
Zheng Qibai was sleeping, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled up and he smiled happily.
...
That night, Mu Huaian stayed overnight. Yu Qinghuan changed into pajamas and just as she got on the bed, she was pulled into his arms.
Mu Huaian hugged her and said, "Today, the Chief Censor reported that you colluded with people in the court and sold the imperial wine for personal gain."
Yu Qinghuan didn't expect that he would actually tell her this. Cheng Gongjin had actually told her about this on the way back.
"I have never colluded with anyone in the court. This is slander."
Those wines were all sent by Xiao Jinghe to please her. There was no collusion at all.
Mu Huaian smiled indulgently, "Yes, you don't, but are your food and wine prices really going to stay this expensive?"
Yu Qinghuan raised her eyebrows slightly, "Is it not possible?"
You have to know that she set the price so high just to squeeze money from the rich people in Beijing. This kind of thing is not easy, and there are no repeat customers. Naturally, she has to set the price of wine and food high. She will squeeze as much as she can from one person at a time.
Her restaurant had only been open for two days, but it had already earned over ten thousand taels.
Mu Huaian was a little worried that she would be targeted, but then he thought that there were many people protecting her, so he was worrying too much.
He raised his hand and rubbed Yu Qinghuan's head. "As long as you are happy, if you have any difficulties, just tell me."
Yu Qinghuan was delighted and hugged him, "I don't have any difficulties. As long as I can see you every day, that's all I need."
Hearing this, Mu Huaian's heart softened and he hugged the person in his arms tighter. For a moment, he didn't want to care about who his daughter was closer to, nor did he want to care about where she went last night.
"It's late, time to rest."
Yu Qinghuan nodded, immediately left his arms, lay down and pulled the quilt over her.
Unexpectedly, a shadow appeared before her eyes, and a man's breath hit her in the face.
Mu Huaian's palm slid along her scattered black hair to the back of her neck, and his fingertips caressed the small piece of skin lightly, causing Yu Qinghuan's eyelashes to tremble slightly.
Yu Qinghuan: "What's wrong?"
Mu Huaian chuckled softly, his breath brushing against her ear: "Ah Huan, it's been a long time since we slept on the same bed."
As he finished speaking, a corner of the brocade quilt had been lifted up by his long fingers.
Yu Qinghuan's fingertips, which were gripping his collar, turned slightly white, and her ears felt hot from being burned by him. She responded softly, but in her heart she was thinking, the traces left by Cheng Gongjin last night... should have disappeared.
Don't wait to be seen.
Mu Huaian twisted her hair between his fingers and played with it. As the candlelight flickered, his eyes were darker than usual. His other hand slowly stroked the red mole behind her ear, as if he was appreciating the finest mutton-fat jade.
...
That night, when Cheng Gongjin heard his subordinates report that Mu Huaian stayed in Yu Qinghuan's room to rest, his expression remained unchanged, but the hand holding the paintbrush tightened slightly.
On the drawing paper, Yu Qinghuan was sitting on a swing, looking at the bright moon in the night sky with a smile.
He painted the scene of last night. This was the most extraordinary one he had done in the past thirty years, but also the most unrestrained and joyful one.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came over me and the paintbrush fell from my hand to the ground.
He pressed his chest with one hand and skillfully took out a medicine bottle from the secret compartment on the table with the other hand. He opened it with his knuckles turning white, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them.
This is the new medicine prescribed by the doctor. In the past few months, taking the medicine has relieved the symptoms.
But these days, the pills have become less and less effective, the poisonous insects in his body are rampant, and his health is getting worse.
The night watchman's drum struck three times outside the window, and Cheng Gongjin suddenly laughed softly.
Looking at the beauty on the swing in the painting, her skirt fluttering, he murmured softly, "What a pity... I don't know what you will look like in the future."
Otherwise, I can draw a few more for you.
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