After a month of careful rest, she finally felt much lighter.
In the past few days, every time Jun Zechen came to Xiyan Palace to visit her, his eyes were like a hungry wolf, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
If she hadn't finished her confinement, I'm afraid that bastard would have been unable to contain his anxiety.
At night, it is quiet and silent.
Su Jingyao sat upright on the couch, concentrating on painting.
She painted peonies. The imperial palace was covered in a layer of white snow in winter, and it needed such beautiful and magnificent peonies to embellish it.
Jun Zechen stepped into the bedroom and saw her painting with a pen in hand.
Her hair was scattered freely like a waterfall, and her long eyelashes cast subtle and charming shadows on her face under the candlelight.
She was wearing a silk corseted long dress with a wonderful drape, and her figure was graceful and beautiful.
Su Jingyao noticed his arrival and was about to stand up to greet him, but Jun Zechen had already walked up quickly and sat down behind her.
He stretched out his arms and hugged her slender waist tightly, saying in a low voice: "Continue painting."
Su Jingyao naturally didn't bother to be polite with him and continued to concentrate on completing the peony painting.
Jun Zechen sniffed the faint fragrance on her body, and his hand on her waist couldn't help but caress it gently.
Su Jingyao raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at him.
Let's play something a little different with him today.
Su Jingyao knew that Jun Zechen seemed introverted but was actually very passionate, so she decided to take the initiative to see if he could handle it.
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her lips, but Jun Zechen didn't see it.
After Su Jingyao finished painting the peony, she wrote a line of small words next to the peony:
The golden lotus is as slender as the peony and it is so lustrous that one can lose one's soul at first sight.
When Jun Zechen saw her pick up the pen to write, he thought she was going to write a poem for Peony. Only after he saw her finish writing did he suddenly realize something was wrong.
His eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice became low and hoarse, ringing in her ears.
"What did Yaoyao write?" There was a hint of depression in his voice.
Jun Zechen had been coveting her for a long time since she gave birth to a child, and he was itching to have her. How could this little girl deliberately provoke him?
Su Jingyao turned her head and met Jun Zechen's eyes. Her voice was soft and tender, and her face had a shy expression as if she wanted to speak but was too shy.
"Your Highness, don't you understand?"
There was a hint of provocation in her tone.
Jun Zechen narrowed his eyes slightly, "In that case, Yaoyao, don't beg for mercy."
Since she was so proactive tonight, why should he suppress himself? He had originally planned to eat her up tonight.
He had thought that since they hadn't been together for such a long time, he would be gentler with her, but he didn't expect that she would be so inconsiderate to him!
Jun Zechen gently but unquestionably carried Su Jingyao onto his lap.
The delicate woman also leaned softly on the man's strong body like a willow in the wind.
"Your Highness, don't..."
Jun Zechen's mouth corners slightly raised, and he chuckled. Then he slowly picked up the pen and continued to write under her small handwriting:
Two lotus flowers stand side by side, and a branch of peony blossoms lightly.
After finishing writing, he gently put down the pen and turned the person over slowly with his hands.
His eyes, as dark and mysterious as a deep pool, met her charming and seductive eyes closely.
"How's my writing?"
Su Jingyao glanced at the drawing paper lightly, and glared at him fiercely with her charming eyes, which seemed to contain both anger and resentment.
He asked whether it was better written or better done!
"Your Highness should be a person who cherishes flowers."
There was a hint of grievance in Su Jingyao's voice.
Jun Zechen's mouth slowly raised a playful smile, which seemed to contain endless deep meaning.
He did not respond to Su Jingyao. He pinched her slender waist with one hand and picked up the pen again with the other hand.
Dewdrops fell on the peonies, making the peonies in the painting look even more beautiful.
His expression was focused and serious.
Then he wrote in a flamboyant manner: Peony in the cold dew, ** talking about Yin.
After he put pen to paper, he looked at Su Jingyao straight and without hesitation with eyes that seemed to be able to eat people, his eyes full of passion and amusement.
"The peony is already so gorgeous, isn't it enough for me to cherish it?"
Jun Zechen's voice was a bit lazy and evil.
When Su Jingyao heard this, she took another look at the words on the drawing paper. Her face instantly flushed like the sunset, and her eyes were as charming as silk, as if they could capture people's souls.
How could she have complete control over her body?
It’s because the man in front of me is too good at “breaking the rules”!
Jun Zechen is worthy of being the male lead, his amazing abilities are truly astonishing.
Not only could he understand her thoughts in seconds, he could even draw inferences from her and tease her wantonly.
"Your Highness!" Su Jingyao shouted angrily.
Jun Zechen whispered something maliciously in her ear.
Su Jingyao didn't want to understand, but she seemed to understand it vaguely.
Just do it, huh.
Seeing this, Jun Zechen could no longer resist the impulse in his heart, and leaned over and kissed her red lips as delicate as petals.
How can you be so well behaved!
Su Jingyao responded by holding his face, and the branches outside the window swayed in the wind.
Half an hour later, the domineering and aggressive aura that had been present in Jun Zechen's body gradually faded away.
Instead, there was a touch of gentleness that gradually grew stronger.
His eyes became extremely gentle, like the warm sunshine in spring, shining directly on Su Jingyao.
He lowered his head slightly and gently put his lips close to Su Jingyao's ear. The warm breath brushed past her ear, bringing a tingling sensation.
"Yaoyao, I'll write two lines for you. I want to see what you wrote."
His voice was low and magnetic, with an irresistible charm that made Su Jingyao involuntarily obey his words.
Su Jingyao's hands trembled slightly. She picked up the pen and her slender fingers tightly gripped the pen.
Her eyes fell on the peony in front of her. She had painted willow branches next to the peony, which swayed in the wind, as if dancing.
Then, she wrote the inscription stroke by stroke:
Willow branches sway gracefully, **open gently, **peonies bloom.
After finishing writing, her face instantly turned red, like a ripe cherry, and then she shyly snuggled into Jun Zechen's arms, not daring to look at him.
Jun Zechen looked at the inscription and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
It is quite appropriate for the scene and complements the painting in front of me.
This painting is his!
Then he hugged Su Jingyao tighter.
This joy is even better and lives up to the spring heart.
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