Chapter 77: Mutual Delight (1) [VIP]
"What's the urgent matter, my lord?" Seeing the bright figure standing in front of the stove with a frown, Ningzhu looked solemn and bowed to her respectfully.
Chu Qingluo pondered over it, then hesitantly asked the shadow guard, "Can you...can you make soup?"
"It's a nourishing soup. I've never made it before, so I want to learn how to make it."
Seeing Ningzhu stiffen after hearing this, she quickly lowered her voice and cleared her throat with a little embarrassment.
The confusion in his eyes instantly turned to astonishment. Ning Zhu's expression relaxed slightly, and he asked quietly, "Who dares to let the master personally make soup?"
Ning Zhu's face was filled with disbelief. Chu Qingluo responded sternly, his words leaving no room for doubt: "Sir, you are weak. I thought I could do something insignificant to repay your kindness."
"How can it be said that the princess's cooking is insignificant..." Ning Zhu muttered softly, and then saw that the master seemed serious, so she straightened up and clasped her fists again.
"My Lord, I only know how to kill people, not how to make soup."
After much deliberation, Ning Zhu came up with an idea. She whispered, "What do you think, my Lord, if I summon a woman from Fuzhao who knows how to make soup?"
Chu Qingluo thought this was a good idea, so he waved his sleeves and gave an order: "This is a great idea, why don't you go and call them over."
The garden is filled with autumn air, the leaves rustle in the trees, and the stone paths are covered with fallen red leaves, which perfectly match the crimson clouds in the sky, making the world look like a red ablaze.
After calculating the time, it seemed that she had been gone for nearly an hour and had not returned yet. Qu Hanjin was still leaning on the bed, becoming more and more impatient.
The thought of her being taken back to the palace by the Ninth Prince made his mind go into a mess.
If she didn't come back in another quarter of an hour, he would get off the bed and look for her...
Thinking like this, he couldn't wait any longer.
Just as he was about to get up, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. He naturally fell back on the couch and closed his eyes weakly.
"Ahem..." Qu Hanjin pretended to be calm as he opened his eyes. A hint of longing entered his eyes, making him feel a little happy.
Very carefully, she handed the bowl and spoon to him. The woman smiled sweetly, her eyes gleaming softly. "I made a bowl of soup. Please try it, sir."
"You made it?" Staring at the bowl of Eight Treasures Soup, he was suspicious for a moment. He felt it was unbelievable to see this pretty girl cooking soup.
Chu Qingluoyan smiled softly, a hint of pride showing on the corners of his lips. He nodded and replied, "This is the first time in my life."
However, the young man in front of him coughed twice again, his raised jade fingers trembling slightly, and he reluctantly put them down on the mattress: "But I can't lift my hands, what should I do..."
"Sir, sit down. I'll feed you." She smiled faintly at the sight. She then helped him sit upright, held the soup to his lips, and served him without complaint. "I've tasted it just now. I won't make it hard for you to swallow."
Qingying, who was usually serious and solemn, was humble and drank the soup silently, spoonful after spoonful.
She felt inexplicably relieved, so she quietly served until the end and wanted to put the bowls and spoons back into the kitchen.
Qu Hanjin wanted to drink another bowl, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Fu Guang quickly walk into the inner room and report solemnly as usual.
"Sir, the doctor is here and is waiting in the side hall."
Fu Guang couldn't help but look at Miss Chu, then at the gentleman with a slightly gloomy look in his eyes, as if he was silently blaming something.
It seemed that the servant had not understood what he meant and had really miscalculated. He coughed softly again and raised his sleeve to persuade Fu Guang not to disturb the peace and quiet: "I'm fine, just send the doctor back."
Fu Guang felt extremely awkward being caught between the two. After much deliberation, he sighed helplessly and gave up. "I understand what you mean, sir! But Miss Chu insisted that I go get a doctor."
"I...I can't hide it anymore."
"Cough cough..." Hearing this, Qu Hanjin was almost annoyed to death. He coughed heavily and ordered the man to stop talking.
Watching this drama, she suddenly woke up from her dream.
Only then did she realize that the husband was pretending to be sick just to have her serve him a few times.
As a man of high moral character, Mr. Libuqu, this behavior is too despicable...
Chu Qingluo placed the soup bowl lightly on the desk and smiled softly at Fu Guang: "Please leave first. I want to talk to the master."
After the messenger left, she locked the door, then suddenly turned over and entered the tent, pushing Master Ruyu onto the soft couch.
Let the gentleman be like she was in the past, with nowhere to escape.
"Sir, are you pretending to be sick just to order me around?"
The anger in her eyes had not yet subsided. Chu Qingluo cast aside her obedient demeanor and looked down proudly: "The teacher once said in class that one should not deceive oneself or others, but how can you deceive students now..."
"Qingluo, I know I was wrong." The young man under her had a slight trembling gaze. After a moment of silence, he actually uttered an apology.
Who wants to hear his apology...
Her cold eyes revealed a hint of cunning, and then she slowly looked at his rolling Adam's apple. She narrowed her eyes and kissed him.
"Since you are pretending, sir, and you are fine, I don't need to be polite."
Her soft lips covered the gentleman's neck, and her charming breath brushed across his fair skin. She seduced him silently, causing the clear air in the tent to become slightly disturbed, as if she was on the verge of extreme forbearance.
Even though they had only been separated for a few months, the joy of the rain. Only with her husband could she freely give without any worries...
So she became even crazier, expressing everything she wanted to say in her behavior. Her delicate hands mercilessly tore the gentleman's elegant brocade robe into a mess, and then she took his long fingers and put them around her waist.
, especially domineering.
She then buried her head in his embrace and offered him her cherry lips.
"Qu Hanjin called out in a deep voice, tightly gripping the woman's slender waist.
It felt like a string in my heart was broken in an instant.
Finally, he could not restrain himself and tore off the girl's thin clothes. His desire was filled with all sorts of desires. He suddenly turned around and resisted, firmly holding her slender hands, and did whatever he wanted in the charming tent.
Hearing the occasional whimper in his arms, he grabbed her hand that was pulling at the quilt, clasped her fingers tightly, and then smothered her sobs with a soft kiss like a madman.
After that, there was another round of plundering...
The pervasive scorching air made her feel dazed and confused, and she thought that this was what people meant by living a life of drunkenness and dreams.
Chu Qingluo responded like crazy, letting the tears flow down her cheeks and wet the bed.
When she couldn't bear it any longer, she casually bit his shoulder bone, and she didn't stop even though it drew blood.
It was clearly daytime outside the window, but the scenery inside the house was like the shadows of flowers under the moonlight at night, swaying and lingering, with inexplicable thoughts flowing through it.
Neither of them could recall how much time had passed, and without saying a word, it seemed as if they had said everything.
After his heart calmed down, he stroked the woman's black hair and gently kissed the tear marks at the corners of her eyes, feeling both tenderness and great pleasure.
But Xinjue's possession of her was not enough. From now on, he would seize her again and again, making her beg for mercy...
Chu Qingluo remained silent for a long time, covering herself with the thin blanket in embarrassment. After a long while, she finally spoke with a serious expression: "I just had an impulsive thought and offended you, sir. I'm sorry."
"I'll marry you."
The young man beside her pillow spoke for a long time, his voice was hoarse, which disturbed her a lot.
"No need." But she refused indifferently.
She remembered that the Ninth Prince was still watching her closely in the dark, so now was not the time to talk about marriage.
She sat up and wanted to take her messy skirt, but as she stretched out her hand, her husband grabbed her and threw her back into the bedding.
The anger in her heart subsided, leaving only embarrassment. She turned her back to him silently, not struggling, and let him hold her gently in his arms.
"I've already secured your marriage," Qu Hanjin whispered in her ear, speaking with satisfaction, "Soon, everyone will know that you are mine."
Marriage Decree...
The marriage decree of Emperor Daning was not reliable to her, and there was no need to care about the words of a dying person.
She snorted coldly and replied decisively: "The Ninth Prince and Emperor Xuanlong will both die, so the imperial edict is of no consequence."
"I pushed you away, why are you digging your own grave..." Chu Qingluo thought for a while and suddenly felt a little resentful. "Once this marriage is arranged, it will be difficult for you to escape from it."
This marriage decree bound her and her husband together, living and dying together. Emperor Xuanlong must have had his own considerations before agreeing to this marriage.
If she gets into trouble, the gentleman will be blamed and held responsible.
Suddenly, she fell into silence for a few moments. She was quite puzzled. Then she heard a whisper in her ear: "I want to see you."
"Master once said that it's best to be calm and avoid acting on impulse," she said, taking advantage of the opportunity to sneer, raising her lips and asking, "Why is it that when it comes to you, Master, everything is different?"
Qu Hanjin's expression turned slightly cold as he calmly replied, "The past is the past. My mood is different now. I know exactly what I'm doing and don't need your advice."
Anyway, no matter how we argue, he's always right. The Mr. Qu praised by the world is nothing more than this...
She snorted coldly and said the ugly words in advance: "Sir, you deserve it. You can't blame me."
As they got closer, soft kisses fell on her shoulders.
The sarcasm in Chu Qingluo's eyes gradually dissipated, and was replaced by shyness that she was unwilling to tell others.
"Has he ever bullied you?" She suddenly heard the person behind her ask softly. Her body stiffened slightly, and she couldn't guess what he was thinking.
He had always been a virtuous person, and perhaps he felt that by being touched by the Ninth Prince, he had also been defiled...
"What if I've bullied you? What if I haven't?" Chu Qingluo slowly lowered her eyes and smiled coldly. Her smile was filled with endless coldness. "Sir, do you care about me, or are you afraid that I'll dirty you?"
As soon as she said this, the slender jade fingers gently pinched her chin and turned it lightly, forcing her to look back.
The slightly cool thin lips pressed against hers again unreasonably. The figure in front of her eyes was still cold and solemn, but silently demanded from her...
"Hmm..." She was confused and felt the kiss getting deeper and deeper, and her mind was being pulled away.
The gentleman seemed insatiable, and his kiss became deeper and deeper, just like his thoughts were unfathomable, waiting for her to explore them one by one.
The longer I am kissed, the more clearly I can feel the gentleness and fierceness of the gentleman, and feel the breath of the gentleman lingering around me.
Her cheeks flushed unconsciously, and a soft moan escaped from her lips, not to mention how shy she was.
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