Chapter 34 Play with Lu (Part 1) Part 2
Clothes were scattered on the ground, revealing Lu Youchuan's alluring waistline.
The body that Qin Song took a liking to at first sight could always make people lose their minds and bewitch them; she left many marks on his shoulder.
The bedside lamp flickered, and a thin layer of sweat clung to his chest and forehead, yet he never moved even slightly.
"Does it still hurt a lot?" Lu Youchuan propped his elbows on the pillow, pulling Qin Song down to his sides, and gently stroked the corners of her glistening eyes.
Qin Song's eyes were glazed over, and tears welled up uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
But it wasn't entirely because of the pain.
Lu Youchuan was always restrained and very patient, constantly observing her reactions. His movements were slow, gentle, and meticulous, and he had long since mastered the art of controlling her body.
However, it only extends to the fingers and lips.
He didn't seem to have much attachment to her; he always had one hand on the outside, and the kisses never stopped.
Qin Song trembled all over, a tingling sensation constantly rising from his lower abdomen.
Even so, Qin Song still couldn't eat; the feeling of fullness outweighed the pain.
The new body is so new!
Moreover, encountering someone like Lu Youchuan on her first try, even with her original body, would require considerable effort.
Realizing that Lu Youchuan was about to back out, Qin Song shook her head, panting, hooked her arms around his neck, pulled him closer, and kissed him again.
After so many kisses, her lips were a little numb. Lu Youchuan used his lips and tongue even more, and she wondered what it felt like now.
He remained motionless, supporting his body with one elbow, completely unwilling and unable to hurt her.
This only made Qin Song more anxious and impatient, and he longed for it even more.
Between kisses, she whispered in his ear, "I can."
The sweet, alluring voice that reached his ears was irresistible, even to someone as restrained as Lu Youchuan.
He stroked her hairline, stared into her eyes for a long time as if making a solemn decision in his heart, and then kissed her earlobe again, his movements always gentle and slow.
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Icicles hanging from the eaves fell down and sank into the thick snow, melting and merging together.
The bed curtains swayed, and his face took on a different expression, both alluring and enchanting.
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The lights flickered, the enchanting scene gradually faded, and the sound of panting lingered on.
He didn't let her exert any effort, but she was still very tired. After most of the night had passed and endless pleasure and sweetness had gone by, her consciousness began to blur, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Her breathing gradually became steady and long. Lu Youchuan finally withdrew and sat silently on the edge of the bed, watching her quietly.
Her slender body was wrapped in thick blankets, with only her sleeping face and slightly messy black hair showing. She was sleeping so peacefully.
If only she could always sleep next to him, but Prime Minister Qin's actions were anything but simple, and Lu Youchuan began to feel extremely uneasy about the future.
What tormented him even more was that he also developed a lack of self-confidence, an emotion he had never experienced before.
He stared at her for a long time, stroked her hair again, and bent down to kiss her between the eyebrows.
"Ah Song, you must wait for me."
He murmured softly, his voice muffled, almost pleading.
But the person in front of him was sleeping soundly and couldn't possibly hear him. However, he didn't intend for her to hear him. He would take the initiative to approach her and marry her.
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Although Qin Song was very tired, her biological clock was unusually regular, and she had something on her mind, so she woke up at 7:00 AM.
Her leg muscles still made it difficult for her to sit up and get up. Her body was a little sore after a night of tossing and turning, but she felt very dry. She had changed her nightgown and undergarments, and the room was exceptionally clean. Even the blood-stained sheets and her undergarments had been taken away.
The clean clothes were neatly folded on the small couch, but Lu Youchuan was not in the room.
Qin Song was disappointed for a moment. They were back in the capital so soon?
She got up dejectedly and, supporting her aching legs, washed and changed.
She changed into a light pink short jacket, which easily covered the marks on her body.
To be honest, Lu Youchuan appears ruthless on the surface, but he is extremely gentle in bed. Apart from liking to leave kiss marks on her shoulders, waist, and ankles, there are not many marks on her body. In winter, the thick clothes he wears can easily cover them up.
However, the lingering scent of their lovemaking in the room was still strong, and for a lecherous man like Qin Song with a keen sense of smell, it was unacceptable to let the room remain filled with that smell indefinitely.
Otherwise, she would cling to him all day long and not leave the house.
She dressed and opened two windows in succession. The cold wind was still biting, and the temperature inside and outside the house was worlds apart. But the focused figure of the person in the backyard made Qin Song stare blankly.
On a winter day when the sun couldn't warm the air, Lu Youchuan was wringing out bed sheets in the backyard of her room, preparing to air them out.
He favored black, wearing a black outer robe with black deerskin boots. His dark blue patterned headband accentuated his cold and austere features, making him appear stern and unapproachable. Only when the cuffs of his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his snow-white inner garment, did his muscular arms connect to his frozen red hands, giving him a somewhat human touch.
In addition, the way he wrung out the sheets and hung them on the drying line was very skillful, as if he did this often. Qin Song saw another image in him.
Husband feeling.
Who would have thought that the cold-blooded god of death would have this side to him?
Qin Song was staring intently at him, while he continued doing what he was doing in an orderly manner, and then bent down to take out another item from the basin—a woman's undergarment!
He appeared aloof and cold on the surface, yet he took the initiative to wash the woman's undergarments.
Fortunately, this was the backyard of her room, and hardly anyone came here. Otherwise, from the perspective of this era, both his behavior and her undergarments would have been a major spectacle.
"Why are you up so early?" Qin Song was lost in thought when Lu Youchuan, who had already hung up the laundry, walked towards her.
He lowered his sleeves, his tall frame blocking her way. He reached out to touch her, but halfway up his red hand, he withdrew it and simply looked down at her.
"I'm worried about my teacher and my father, and I don't know how the war is going in the west. I really can't sleep."
As she spoke, footsteps sounded outside.
The cook brought in two bowls of dumplings. "Please have breakfast, gentlemen. What did you eat last night? You haven't touched either of the two bowls of noodles. You must be starving."
Lu Youchuan glanced at Qin Song silently, and Qin Song thought to herself: She ate a man.
She smiled amiably and was about to sit down to eat when, without paying attention, her leg muscles ached, causing her to groan aloud.
The cook instinctively supported her, and Lu Youchuan quickly went around into the room to steady her other hand: "Does it still hurt?"
Qin Song winced in pain and didn't have time to reply. Lu Youchuan's eyes filled with self-reproach as he asked in a low voice, "Is it there?"
Uh... that's too direct.
Qin Song was still battling leg pain when he heard those words, and the persistent swelling in his lower body suddenly became unusually pronounced.
The scene from last night flooded her mind. At first, it was sluggish, but then the long-awaited sensation made her dizzy with excitement. After a moment of recollection, an untimely tingling sensation surged up from below.
But it really wasn't there. Seeing the cook still standing there, she deliberately punched his shoulder: "Be gentler next time."
She even feigned shyness, leaving much to the imagination.
The cook was extremely embarrassed. She parted her lips slightly and silently withdrew.
Lu Youchuan hummed in response and gently helped her sit down, seemingly taking her words to heart.
The people in the government office did not return all night; those transporting grain and those fighting did not come back.
Qin Song was worried about the war, the food supply, and the safety of everyone, as well as the Master's illness.
The soldiers sent out last night have not yet returned to report, which Qin Song found very strange, so he summoned the yamen runners to inquire about the situation outside.
The yamen runner, who had been on duty outside the gate all night, bowed and replied, "They have come before. Last night, news came from the Zhenbei Army, the clinic, and the city defense battalion, but both of you have already retired for the night, so I didn't let them in to disturb you."
The yamen runner remembered the prefect's instructions: Do not disturb the magistrate and Miss Qin's rest, and refuse any person from approaching the two noble ladies without the official's permission.
Naturally, they wouldn't be allowed to come in and disturb them easily.
Qin Song quickly pressed, "Report in detail."
"The first news to come back was about an avalanche on the southern road. It's said that the road is almost cleared, but there have been many casualties. A maid also came back to the clinic in the middle of the night, wanting to requisition the government office's space to accommodate patients. The disease is spreading rapidly, and the clinic is already full. We're really at our wits' end."
In other words, the situation of her father, Tao Yao, and her teacher was not optimistic. Qin Song felt that she had no appetite for dumplings, and her mood, which had been relaxed all night, was lifted again.
Lu Youchuan noticed her worry, put down his chopsticks, and calmly asked, "What's the situation with the Zhenbei Army? How are the battles going on both sides?"
The constable bent down even lower: "Last night, General Tao's deputy general came by himself. At first, he insisted on seeing Miss Qin in person. I told him countless times that Miss Qin had gone to sleep, so he hurriedly left a message and left."
Lu Youchuan's face suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help but look at Qin Song's expression.
Qin Song, oblivious to his gaze, looked at the constable and anxiously asked, "What did he say?"
The constable bowed even lower, not daring to look Lu Youchuan in the eye: "The soldier was somewhat dissatisfied. He said, 'The war in the north is intense, and troops also need to be redeployed in the west. General Tao is already injured and hasn't slept for two days. Hearing about Miss Qin's news, he became noticeably more anxious. However, the general bears a heavy responsibility. To prevent the northern barbarians' iron hooves from crushing Yunzhou, thousands of brothers are fighting valiantly. The general is overwhelmed and can only increase the number of city defense troops. Please, Miss Qin, take good care of yourself and don't put the general in a difficult choice between protecting one person and protecting thousands.'"
Qin Song was bewildered after listening. He hadn't explained the situation in the north or the arrangements in the west. Instead, he had said a lot of things that were worrying and annoying.
"Is there anything else?" Qin Song pressed.
The constable swallowed hard, as if he had something difficult to say, and glanced furtively at the black-clad youth beside Qin Song whose eyes were practically murderous. He said nervously, "General Tao asked him to tell Miss Qin, 'Once Danzhou is pacified, I will...I will marry you in grand style.'"
The yamen runner was troubled, as the prefect's hints and General Tao's orders seemed to be different.
Miss Qin and the man before her were clearly newlyweds. Upon hearing General Tao's message, she showed no joy, but instead sighed helplessly. She simply couldn't understand what General Tao's message meant.
They could only stand there, eyes downcast and mindful of their own thoughts, not daring to even breathe.
Qin Song didn't want to hear that, and neither did Lu Youchuan. He stopped tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously and chuckled softly, "General Tao is indeed a good general."
His attitude was arrogant, his intimidation excessive, and his tone hostile but not sarcastic.
Regardless, Tao Qingyang, as a general who guarded the region, was indeed a good general for his ability to hold the line on the battlefield.
Qin Song didn't delve into the topic. She was very worried about the current situation, so she quickly finished her breakfast and prepared to go out to check.
She put on her cloak and went to the clinic first. The doctor was old, and his serious illness would probably be a tough battle for him.
Since Lu Youchuan didn't mention returning to Beijing for the time being, she tacitly agreed that he should accompany her.
However, just as she headed towards the clinic, the grain from the snowy south was finally transported into the city.
But along with them came many wounded soldiers, who crowded into the hospital in batches.
Li Yu was young and in charge of the work at the end of the team, so he was fortunate enough to avoid the heavy snow and only suffered some frostbite.
He didn't go to the clinic, nor did he want to. After entering the city, he immediately went to the government office.
But the yamen was empty. Qin Song’s door was wide open, with the front and back windows facing each other. Standing outside the front window, he could see the undergarments and sheets that had just been hung out to dry in the backyard.
He blushed for a moment, but his first reaction was not to feel ashamed for seeing such a private thing, but to immediately close the window so that no outsiders could see it.
He searched all around but couldn't find Qin Song. It wasn't until Shen Xing rushed back that he finally learned where Qin Song had gone.
He also learned some news that enraged him: "Last night, that man held Miss Qin's feet and rubbed them for a long time. I didn't dare to look."
"Beast!" Li Yu gritted his teeth...
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Author's note: Shen Xing: He held her feet.
Li: What a beast!
Author: You will too. [Evil grin]
P.S. I gave my baby a gentle and meticulous experience the first time, and then I started introducing all sorts of creative ways to play with her!
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