Yude Hall.
After Su Jingyao and Jun Zechen finished their meal, they went to the study together.
Jun Zechen ordered someone to place an exquisite small table on the side.
Su Jingyao sat upright beside him, with a collection of poems placed on her left hand. She was concentrating on reading the poems, and holding a brush in her right hand, carefully copying each stroke on the rice paper.
Her eyes were focused and gentle, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she blinked gently from time to time. Her red lips were slightly pursed, with a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, and she seemed completely immersed in the world of poetry.
The two of them were writing in the study, and the atmosphere was quiet and warm.
Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, half of the Xu hour had passed.
Jun Zechen put down the pen in his hand, slowly stood up, and walked behind Su Jingyao with steady steps.
He bent down slightly, and his deep and magnetic voice rang out above Su Jingyao's head: "Do you like the poet Feng Menglong so much?"
When Su Jingyao heard his voice, she raised her head slightly and looked at him with clear eyes. "I like some of his poems. They make a lot of sense."
For example, what she has copied on paper now, every sentence is a famous saying of the time.
“There are times when people defy fate, but there is always a way out for them.”
"Good people will be saved by good people, and evil people will be punished by evil people."
"It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. Each of us should look back at what is behind us."
“…”
These are all well-known poems. The more times you read them, the more insights you will gain.
However, Jun Zechen looked at her meaningfully, and his eyes seemed to contain some deep meaning.
"Yaoyao has read all of Feng Menglong's poems?"
Su Jingyao was slightly stunned and looked at him with some confusion.
"I've read almost all of them. My father has the complete collection of Feng Menglong's poems in his study. What's wrong?"
Jun Zechen smiled slightly and did not answer her question.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, and his long and powerful fingers quickly grasped Su Jingyao's slender waist, and picked her up gently but unexpectedly.
Su Jingyao screamed, with a hint of panic and coquettishness in her voice, and subconsciously hugged Jun Zechen's neck.
Jun Zechen held her in his arms, shook her slightly, and then carried her sideways and slowly walked into the bedroom.
The pen in Su Jingyao's hand dropped instantly with a slight sound. She wrapped her arms tightly around Jun Zechen's neck.
Then, her small hand gently patted Jun Zechen's chest like a soft petal, and her voice was soft and tender, with a hint of blame, "Your Highness, you scared me."
The voice didn't sound intimidating at all, but rather more like a coquettish tone.
Jun Zechen looked down at her condescendingly. This little woman was well-raised.
Her skin is as white and smooth as mutton-fat jade. Whatever you do to her, it seems like a work of art.
Su Jingyao looked into his ink-black eyes, and his eyebrows were already stained with strong desire.
She didn't understand. They were just discussing poetry, so how could this suddenly arouse the man's desire?
Every time the two of them did something intimate, Jun Zechen couldn't help but want to look at her carefully, as if he could never see enough.
Today, when he heard the poet Feng Menglong again from the little woman's mouth, he could hardly suppress his inner impulse.
He wanted to tease her and see her blush.
It must be absolutely beautiful.
Su Jingyao's small hands with pink nails as beautiful as scallions rested gently on the man's broad shoulders.
Her deer-like eyes were filled with panic and helplessness as she looked straight at him.
"Your Highness..."
Her voice was tinged with timidity and doubt.
Jun Zechen asked again, "Do you like Feng Menglong's poems?"
There was a hint of inquiry and amusement in his eyes.
Su Jingyao didn't understand why he was so obsessed with this, and the man's tone at the moment made her feel that he had some bad intentions.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently, like a flower swaying in the wind, with a bit of shyness and tenderness.
Jun Zechen chuckled, and there seemed to be some kind of magic in his laughter, which made Su Jingyao's heart tremble.
"I also like Feng Menglong's poem, 'Hand in hand, wrist in wrist, we enter the silk curtains, shyly smiling as we blow out the lamp.' Yaoyao, what's the next line?"
His voice was low and magnetic, as if whispering in her ear.
After Su Jingyao heard what he said, her face instantly turned red, like a ripe cherry.
Her eyelashes trembled violently and she was flustered.
Looking at her like this, Jun Zechen naturally knew that this little woman must have read this poem.
He lowered his head and placed a warm kiss on her fair neck as light as a feather, igniting a fire wherever it touched.
Then, the man's low and charming voice sounded in her ears, making her body tremble involuntarily.
"Be good and tell me. I want to hear it." His words were full of temptation and expectation.
"I, I don't know..."
Su Jingyao tilted her head to the side, her silky hair swaying gently, and her small hands trembled slightly as she pushed him away.
Jun Zechen had never teased a woman like this before, but the woman in front of him was so well-behaved.
She had just shown him the poems she had written seriously, which made Jun Zechen unable to suppress the urge to bully and tease her.
Jun Zechen's body's reaction became more and more intense, but his strong willpower allowed him to control himself.
Delicious food requires waiting.
He reached out, grabbed her chin, and forced her head to turn around, his deep eyes filled with unquestionable determination.
"Yaoyao, tell me, don't force me to punish you."
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