Warm Spring Night
The sound outside the room instantly fell silent. Luan Zhengya looked at the person still writhing in her arms. She simply carried her, walked straight over the screen and curtains, and placed her on the bed.
Seeing Qin Yuyao's face getting redder, but she was still struggling to sit up, Luan Zhengya exhaled softly and was about to comfort her.
Qin Yuyao somehow managed to find the strength to pull Luan Zhengya by the collar, pulling her against herself. The alcohol in her body made her look at the person in front of her, and she couldn't help but raise her head and kiss him.
This time it was Luan Zhengya who was stunned. Her moist lips were filled with the mellow aroma of plum wine, but it was far less intoxicating than the person in front of her.
As if she felt too tired to look up, Qin Yuyao subconsciously licked Luan Zhengya's lips with the tip of her tongue, then lay back down again.
"Luan Zhengya, why are you so arrogant in my dream? You have a cold face all day long. This is not allowed, that is not allowed, but I want it anyway!" Qin Yuyao said, and pulled Luan Zhengya's sleeve again.
The person who was being pulled was probably distracted by the kiss and allowed Qin Yuyao to pull him back to the bed.
As their eyes met, Luan Zhengya wanted to say something, but she heard the person beneath her laugh: "Luan Zhengya, I want you to kiss me."
"Yuyao, do you know what you are saying?" Seeing that her eyes seemed a little dazed, but she insisted on looking at him, Luan Zhengya's throat moved.
Qin Yuyao couldn't bear to hear this. She reached out and cupped Luan Zhengya's face, muttering, "I've made it so obvious, why didn't you know?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Luan Zhengya kissed him, her hot breath escaping from between her lips and tongue. It seemed to be the aroma of wine, but it also seemed to be just the incense on their bodies.
This kiss was like a fire, burning Qin Yuyao so much that she felt a little scared. She reached out her hand to push the person away. However, the other person pressed his hand on her head and looked at her with burning eyes: "Yuyao, look at me."
Hearing this, Qin Yuyao couldn't help but open her eyes wide, revealing a trace of grievance and confusion in her moist eyes: "Look at what you are doing? You don't even like me, you bad guy who left without saying goodbye."
The voice was as clingy as a kitten's, which was probably only the case when one was drunk. If one was sober, one would either be tactful or firm in saying that one had no other intentions.
Thinking of this, Luan Zhengya lowered her voice and coaxed, "Yuyao, you and I have already been married and become husband and wife. I thought you should know my feelings."
Seeing a hint of confusion in her eyes, Luan Zhengya laughed grimly: "How could I not like you? No one else can make me obsessed like you."
Blinking, Qin Yuyao felt her brain was clogged like cotton. She could only see the rosy lips of the person in front of her constantly opening and closing. Thinking of this, she raised her head and bit it again.
Seeing that the person on her body had his mouth blocked by her and could no longer speak, Qin Yuyao smiled as if in victory.
"Yuyao, if you light the fire again, you won't be able to escape." Luan Zhengya's breathing had long been disordered, and her voice became increasingly hoarse.
In response to him, Qin Yuyao's slender fingers accidentally touched his Adam's apple, and her nails painted with red nails ran across his Adam's apple from top to bottom, stopping on his collarbone and rubbing it repeatedly.
Her disturbing behavior ultimately earned her a barrage of kisses, her heavy breathing scorching hot. In the bright bedroom, the candle flames danced constantly, and the figures on the wall became more vivid.
The room was filled with the smell of alcohol and spring tides. Luan Zhengya carefully placed Qin Yuyao's head on the soft pillow.
His desire was like a river rushing into the sea, swift and heavy. Qin Yuyao's face changed from the rouge of drunkenness to the flush of passion, and her eyes revealed all her charming charm.
Luan Zhengya picked the red lips with the fragrance of green plums repeatedly, and thoroughly tasted her sweetness and intoxicating beauty.
The room was filled with charm, and the moving moans lasted for a long time, accompanied by the lingering aroma of green plum wine and plums, which extended the night indefinitely.
The next day.
Sunlight streamed through the window lattices onto the curtains, waking the person on the bed from their sleep.
Qin Yuyao opened her eyes somewhat uncomfortably at first, and raised her hands to block out the sunlight. However, her body was too sore to lift her hands, and she couldn't help but frown.
The next moment, a slightly cool hand covered him, and Luan Zhengya's deep voice rang out, "Awake?"
Qin Yuyao's eyes widened instantly. Why was he still in bed? Shouldn't he have gone out early in the past? Or should he have gone to the study?
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Luan Zhengya said again: "Since you missed lunch, why don't you get up and have some porridge before going to sleep?" His voice was low, but revealed a sense of satisfaction and joy.
Blinking, Qin Yuyao finally recalled the absurdity of the previous night. The person behind her seemed to be wearing only a middle shirt, and it seemed that he had not even fastened his belt.
Qin Yuyao subconsciously turned her head and leaned on the other's naked chest, but before she could be surprised, the pain in her waist made her cry out in pain.
Immediately, a hand reached out and continued massaging and kneading. Only when her cries of pain subsided did Luan Zhengya say apologetically, "I was being ridiculous. Please don't be angry, Yuyao."
The voice was like honey, and Qin Yuyao blushed when she heard it. She whispered, "I want to sit up."
Hearing this, Luan Zhengya reached out and picked her up, still leaning against his chest. His slightly cold hands kept kneading her waist to make her feel more comfortable.
Qin Yuyao didn't expect to sit up like this. She stopped breathing for a moment. She lowered her head, trying to hide her panic, but her eyes fell on his arm.
There were only a few red scratches on it, and a hint of blood could be seen.
Seeing this, Qin Yuyao hurriedly turned to look at Luan Zhengya, only to find him staring at her. He had always been handsome, but now this look made her heart skip a beat.
She felt a blushing, heart-pounding aura emanating from his body, and the scattered hair tangled with her own dark hair. A closer look revealed red scratches on her neck. How could she have been so rude last night?
Qin Yuyao's thoughts wandered, and her face became even redder as she thought of the erotic and wanton affair last night.
Luan Zhengya only saw the person before her as vivid and delicious. Her fair shoulders were covered with kiss marks left by him last night, the red marks like plum blossoms in the snow.
Looking down her shoulder, Luan Zhengya's eyes flashed with lust. However, Qin Yuyao's face looked haggard, which was unusual for him, and he restrained himself.
*
In a courtyard of Prince Zhen'an's Mansion, an old man was sitting under a tree, closing his eyes and enjoying the sunlight. He looked to be about the same age as Nanny Liang.
A maid hurried in and whispered something in her ear. The old woman opened her eyes instantly and smiled heartily: "This is good news. It can be considered the fruit of my cultivation."
After a pause, the old man continued, "It's time to let the old lady know. After more than ten years, it's impossible for people to stay in the past forever."
The maid nodded and hurried out as before.
*
In the court, Qilian Jingyao watched the clamor below with an expressionless face. The Left and Right Prime Ministers, two of his most trusted ministers, were arguing fiercely over the matter of Prince Zhen'an.
Thinking of this, Qilian Jingyao turned his gaze to Luan Zhengya, who had remained silent the entire time. He saw that although his expression was calm, there was always a sense of smugness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
"My two Prime Ministers, to put it bluntly, this matter is nothing more than Prince Zhen'an's family affair. You didn't report other matters, but you chose to bring up this matter. You are making a big deal out of nothing." Qilian Jingyao said this in a serious tone, and instantly quieted down Zhang Wenhe and Qin Ziwen, who were arguing so loudly that spit flew out of their mouths.
"Your Majesty, I dare not. This matter really requires Prince Zhen'an to judge it." Zhang Wenhe bowed and turned to look at Luan Zhengya who was standing in the front.
Qin Ziwen had deliberately acted out this scene with Zhang Wenhe, pretending to be a good father-in-law. No matter what the outcome, it would be better if everyone in the court saw the fact that he favored Prince Zhen'an.
"My dear Qin, please tell me about this matter." Qilian Jingyao looked at Luan Zhengya, asking him to explain it himself. If it was difficult to handle, he would take care of it later.
Hearing this, Luan Zhengya stood up, glanced at Qin Ziwen and Zhang Wenhe, and then said slowly, "As Your Majesty said, this is actually a family matter. My princess simply took over some of the shops from her mother and wanted to sort them out. That's when she discovered that the silver in the account book was different from what her stepmother said."
After a pause, seeing Qin Ziwen's gloomy face, Luan Zhengya raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "I think the Right Prime Minister has been unaware of this for more than ten years. Otherwise, it would be a bit embarrassing to talk about the theft of his stepdaughter's dowry."
As soon as these words were spoken, many officials in the court were in an uproar. As the saying goes, the grace of raising a child is greater than heaven, and filial piety is a moral obligation that children must fulfill. Everyone had heard about the recent marriage of the Princess of Zhen'an, a woman who grew up in a small village.
Now, I heard that this stepmother had appropriated her stepdaughter's dowry. This was truly outrageous. Many veteran officials in the Hanlin Academy looked at Qin Ziwen with condemning eyes.
This family is in turmoil, and the Right Prime Minister didn't even know about it for so many years. He is really a bad steward.
Qilian Jingyao coughed, bringing everyone's thoughts back to the discussion: "I already know about this matter. Since it is Prince Zhen'an who has been wronged, let him handle it himself. The two Prime Ministers do not need to mention it again in the future."
At the gate of the palace, there were two people sitting in the left prime minister's carriage.
Zhang Wenhe's face turned grim. "The original intention of this was to build a good relationship between you and Luan Zhengya. How could you let it become like this?"
"Luan Zhengya never took me seriously in the first place. Sending my daughter over only eased the situation for a few days." Qin Ziwen looked a little embarrassed. At first he thought that Luan Zhengya would take sides no matter what, but he didn't expect that she would completely side with Qin Yuyao.
Shaking his head, Zhang Wenhe said, "I've already sent the letter to the grassland. If it succeeds, you'll certainly benefit from it. Let him be proud for a while."
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