Rockery for a pleasant stay
Qin Yuyao couldn't help but laugh when he said that. This situation was really ridiculous. But curiosity overcame the slight discomfort, and Qin Yuyao watched him intently to see how he moved.
But he suddenly stretched out his arms to hold her waist, and with a little force, he carried her from the path in the garden to the flower tree next to the rockery.
When the fresh fragrance of flowers and the soft petals brushed against her cheeks, Qin Yuyao secretly thought that something was wrong and subconsciously let out a soft cry. She wanted to break free as quickly as possible, but she found that Luan Zhengya's palm around her was particularly tight.
Qin Wenxin, who was still venting his anger on the rockery, immediately stopped what he was doing after hearing the scream.
"Who's there?" Qin Wenxin raised her voice and looked with disgust at the maid who was still kneeling on the ground.
"Get up and see what's going on?" Qin Wenxin said, kicking the other person with her foot. The maid immediately fell down with a cry.
Qin Wenxin suddenly became even angrier. Thinking that someone was eavesdropping nearby, she simply walked around the rockery to see who it was.
On this side, Qin Yuyao opened her eyes wide and looked at Luan Zhengya. A flash of panic flashed across her eyes, and she even swallowed her saliva involuntarily.
Luan Zhengya saw her sudden rapid breathing and the way she tightly clutched her collar against her chest.
Her eyes darkened for a moment, and Luan Zhengya's hot breath continued to spray on Qin Yuyao's face.
Qin Wenxin, who had come over to watch, saw their intimate scene. She was shocked at first, then a flash of jealousy crossed her mind.
In broad daylight, Prince Zhen'an was actually meeting with Qin Yuyao here. It was clear that she was very skilled in seducing people.
Originally just a little jealous, it now escalated to a full degree. Seeing Luan Zhengya carefully protecting the person in her arms, Qin Wenxin could only leave in anger. As for the idea of hooking up, she didn't want to bring humiliation upon herself.
After confirming that Qin Wenxin and her maid had left, Qin Yuyao finally breathed a sigh of relief, though with a hint of disappointment. Was that just a show, performed for her?
"She left and looked very angry." Qin Yuyao said in a low voice, her eyes fixed on something not far away.
Unexpectedly, Luan Zhengya not only did not let go, but pulled her closer again: "I haven't finished teaching you yet."
As soon as the words fell, a scorching kiss landed on her lips. Perhaps because she was not on guard, Qin Yuyao stared at him blankly until Luan Zhengya tasted her lips again and again and left.
Until she heard him chuckle softly. That chuckle was deep and seemed to carry a kind of magic. Qin Yuyao felt numb from head to toe. If she hadn't clenched Luan Zhengya's clothes tightly, she would have collapsed.
"You should have learned it by now. I am looking forward to your performance in the future." As he said that, Luan Zhengya reached out and tucked her messy hair behind her ears. He stared at her face intently, looking forward to her reaction.
Qin Yuyao blinked and said seriously, "Yeah, I learned it."
Is it that simple? Luan Zhengya looked at Qin Yuyao suspiciously, and was about to say something when Qin Yuyao suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the side of his cheek.
Then she quickly turned sideways and walked out of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion. In a corner where no one could see, Qin Yuyao's cheeks blushed.
What was the real meaning behind his deliberate approach? Did he see through her feelings? Or was he really just putting it on for Qin Wenxin? Qin Yuyao's mind was wandering, and she didn't even notice the person behind her was catching up.
Luan Zhengya looked at her in a trance, smiled helplessly, and simply took her hand and walked towards the carriage that had been waiting outside the door for a long time.
In Madam Lin's courtyard, Qin Ziwen sat at the head of the table, with Madam Lin sipping tea beside him. Qin Ziwen put down his teacup and asked earnestly, "Did you really see Prince Zhen'an and your elder sister in the mansion?"
Qin Wenxin's eyes turned red with anger when she was asked, "Father, why didn't you marry me to Prince Zhen'an? Now I've made such a fool of myself because of my birthday, and even now no one has come to ask for my hand in marriage. Prince Zhen'an doesn't seem as vicious as he seems to be. How could he have been given to Qin Yuyao?"
As she spoke, Qin Wenxin smashed the teacup in front of her to the ground, scaring the maid beside her so much that she quickly knelt on the ground to pick up the broken teacup.
Madam Lin glanced at Qin Wenxin disapprovingly. "What do you think the Prince of Zhen'an really means? He's only being nice to her because he hasn't fallen out with your father yet. When the matter is resolved, you'll see if she still has a chance."
"Hmph!" Qin Wenxin turned her head away, unwilling to look at Madam Lin. "Then tell Father to hurry up. I don't want Qin Yuyao to have a hard time! She should just stay in the village and marry a country bumpkin!"
She had been pampered since she was little, and now that Qin Yuyao was here, not to mention how her grandmother's attitude had changed, even her friends outside had been writing to her these days, mostly asking about her, their older sister.
She was obviously trying to curry favor with him. After all, although no woman in Shengjing wanted the position of Princess of Zhen'an, there was someone sitting there now, and it would be a great thing if she could make friends with one or two of them.
Now, Prince Zhen'an Luan Zhengya is comparable to the regent. If he asks for something, the little emperor will agree to it.
Hearing this, Mrs. Lin did not continue to comfort Qin Wenxin as usual, but looked at Qin Ziwen carefully.
However, after Qin Ziwen learned that Luan Zhengya and Qin Yuyao had a close relationship, he calmly drank his tea without saying a word.
That night, the back door of the Right Prime Minister's residence quietly opened. A man in black night clothes poked his head out and ran towards the north gate of Shengjing.
He was very careful along the way, avoiding all patrolling guards and night watchmen of Shengjing. He finally stopped at the second street of the North Gate and walked in after confirming that there was no one around.
A moment later, a secret guard quietly appeared outside the house. With rustling sounds, two other secret guards nearby quietly ran towards the Imperial Palace and Prince Zhen'an's Mansion.
Prince Zhen'an's Palace.
Luan Zhengya waved her hand, letting the guards leave first, and then she picked up the envelope on the table that was supposed to be given to the princess first.
Not long after the two returned home, a letter arrived from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, claiming to be a letter from grandmother to Qin Yuyao.
However, Luan Zhengya could roughly guess what was inside with just a simple thought, so he took the envelope back to his bedroom without even opening it.
At this moment, Qin Yuyao had already taken off her hairpins and rings, and was leaning on the couch with her hair loose, reading a book. Judging from her expression, she was obviously very content.
Seeing this, Luan Zhengya raised an eyebrow and deliberately slowed down her pace. Jin Yu, who was standing outside the beaded curtain, saw this and subconsciously wanted to bow, but Luan Zhengya waved her hand to stop her.
Jin Yu carefully glanced at Qin Yuyao who was still reading, shook his head and quietly retreated.
Qin Yuyao was leaning on the couch at this time, with her back completely facing the bead curtain, so she could not see Luan Zhengya's movements.
When she noticed someone approaching, she subconsciously raised her head and said, "Jin Yu, help me comb my hair." But her eyes never left the book. Luan Zhengya took a look and it should be a story about talented men and beautiful women.
Silently picking up the wooden comb on the table, Luan Zhengya slowly grabbed her hair that was hanging outside the couch and carefully combed her messy hair into place.
After a quarter of an hour, Qin Yuyao still didn't give him a glance. Luan Zhengya's eyes gradually became dangerous, and he simply squatted down.
In an instant, the distance between the two was so close that Qin Yuyao was the first to smell the strong scent of plum and ambergris on him.
He sat up suddenly and backed away in panic.
"How did you get in?" He paused, perhaps feeling that his words were a bit stiff. "Shouldn't you be in the study at this time?"
Luan Zhengya smiled slightly and sat down in the seat she had vacated. Then he looked at her and said slowly, "Isn't it normal for me to come here? I was busy with official business the past few days and neglected my wife. I came here early today since I have time."
Qin Yuyao suddenly opened her eyes wide: "Today? What are you doing here today? Is it going to happen today..." As she spoke, Qin Yuyao felt more and more worried.
Seeing this, Luan Zhengya deliberately sat closer: "What should I do? Why are you only saying half of what you want to say?"
Hearing this, Qin Yuyao suddenly reached out to push him: "I haven't forgiven you yet, and it's too early now!"
Seeing the resistance on her face didn't seem fake, Luan Zhengya's eyes flashed with a strange color. She clearly liked him before, so why was she still resisting him these past few days?
Suppressing the trace of worry in her heart, Luan Zhengya took out the letter from her arms: "It's a letter from the Prime Minister's Mansion, saying that your grandmother misses you and wrote a letter to you." After saying that, she handed the letter over.
A letter from my grandmother? Qin Yuyao looked at the letter suspiciously, but after seeing the handwriting, she was sure that it was not her grandmother's handwriting.
On second thought, only her unscrupulous father would write to her at this time. They had only met during the day, and he wrote to her at night. This was too blatant.
Qin Yuyao took the letter and glanced at Luan Zhengya. She immediately realized that she had been staring at her, and was suddenly confused.
"I've got the letter, you can go now." Qin Yuyao blatantly drove him away and pushed him away.
He had learned boxing from Luan Zhengya in the past, and now he was quite strong. He actually pushed Luan Zhengya up, but he stood up and walked to the opposite side of Qin Yuyao.
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Qin Yuyao: "I am here to run errands and deliver a letter for you. Shouldn't the princess give me a little reward?"
Seeing his fierce look, Qin Yuyao subconsciously shrank back into the couch.
"I have brought all my dowry with me, you can take it as you like."
This sentence made Luan Zhengya feel a bit awkward and embarrassed: "Who do you think I am? A heartless man who covets my wife's dowry?"
Seeing his eyes becoming more and more dangerous, Qin Yuyao quickly reached out and pulled his sleeve, saying, "No, you are Yuyao's best master, and the best..."
Qin Yuyao got stuck mid-sentence, feeling a bit embarrassed about how to continue. However, Luan Zhengya ignored her and pushed her down onto the couch.
When their eyes met, Qin Yuyao was about to turn her head to avoid his aggressive gaze, but he reached out and pressed half of her face, and then a solid kiss landed on her lips.
He pressed hard on her lips, bullying her until she couldn't breathe before letting her go. Luan Zhengya's depressed mood immediately dissipated: "I am very happy with the reward from the princess."
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