Chapter 64 Warmth
When Rong Jinchen listened to her baby voice with a hint of crying, his heart suddenly felt warm, and his heart was beating fast, like a joyful deer playing in the woods.
Su Zhenzhen's voice is usually soft, crisp and pleasant, but when she cries, it sounds childish.
The man's eyes were gentle. His slender fingers grasped Su Zhenzhen's small hand that was caressing his waist and back, and he said softly, "Qingqing, are you really not afraid?"
Su Zhenzhen pushed his hand away, turned around and hugged his waist and back, with her little face pressed against his skin, "Don't be afraid. Chenchen, did it hurt?" She touched him gently with her fingertips.
Rong Jinchen's mood was like a roller coaster because of her actions. He smiled bitterly. She really could dominate his emotions, but he was happy with it.
He was immediately comforted by her actions, "It doesn't hurt, I'm not afraid of pain." Su Zhenzhen added: "I don't think your scar is ugly at all. This is Chenchen's medal for defending our country. I can't express how happy and proud I am for you."
Rong Jinchen raised the corners of his lips and was about to say something, but his voice suddenly stopped, his eyelashes trembled, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. "Qingqing, what are you doing?"
Su Zhenzhen's lips were still pressed against his scar. She raised her wet eyelashes and looked at the man who was forbearing on the side of his forehead, grinning: "Chenchen, kiss me and it won't hurt."
"My dear, you are trying to kill me." His breathing was heavy and his Adam's apple kept rolling. His eyes became darker and darker. His inky pupils were bottomless and carried a heart-wrenching danger.
The girl was stunned, a silly expression on her face. It was the first time she heard Rong Jinchen call her that.
Although he seemed to have politely addressed her as Miss Su when they first met, he became very familiar with her and kept calling her "Qingqingqing" all day long afterwards.
In the dim candlelight, the girl looked like the most perfect work of the Creator, demonstrating the god's unreserved favor.
Su Zhenzhen helplessly buried her little head in Rong Jinchen's arms and timidly reminded him, "Chenchen, I'm cold." Her little hand touched the soft flesh on his waist and reminded him.
The man's voice was hoarse and full of aggression as he whispered in her ear.
Su Zhenzhen's soft, snow-white arms were wrapped around the back of his neck, and the man's head was buried in the crook of her neck. Her snow-white skin and wheat-colored skin were tightly pressed together, which made people blush and their hearts beat faster for some reason.
She lowered her head and looked at her fingers supporting his shoulders. The difference in skin color between the two was too obvious, and Su Zhenzhen's face turned red with embarrassment.
"Miss, are you done with your bath?" Bai Zhi's voice rang out from outside the house.
Her young lady has been soaking in the hot spring for almost an hour. Could she have fallen asleep?
Su Zhenzhen and Rong Jinchen spoke in low voices, and the hot spring was full of running water, so Bai Zhi and the others couldn't hear them.
It doesn't matter even if I heard it.
"I don't need you to serve me today. I'm going to sleep first." Her voice was lazy.
Rong Jinchen stroked her belly with his big hands, and his handsome face had soft and gentle eyes as he looked at Su Zhenzhen, who was as pretty as a peach blossom.
"My dear, do you want me to warm your bed?" He leaned close to her lips and whispered to her.
Su Zhenzhen moved his claws away and rolled her eyes gracefully, "No." She licked his tofu fiercely, and the man's abdominal muscles tightened quietly, feeling excellent. She rubbed him again fiercely. "Don't touch me again."
Rong Jinchen chuckled softly, his voice low and very seductive, "My dear, are you only allowing the officials to set fires, but not the people to light lamps?"
She quickly changed the subject and said, "Okay, okay, it's getting late. Chenchen, go back and rest early. You have to get up early tomorrow. Didn't Chenchen want to take me to roast a rabbit?" She reached out and pushed his abdominal muscles, then touched them again reluctantly.
Rong Jinchen closed his eyes tightly, reached out and pinched her, then left reluctantly. Before leaving, he took the quilt covering Su Zhenzhen.
He even argued, "Qingqing, I'm just in case. I can't let anyone see my body. This belongs to you alone."
Su Zhenzhen covered herself with the quilt that Rong Jinchen had re-laid on her, and looked up at him. The man even bent down and kissed her on the forehead, "My dear, sweet dreams."
She pouted, and the man moved his forehead down in tacit understanding. "Mua~" Su Zhenzhen, who had successfully kissed her, turned her face ruthlessly, "Okay, Chenchen, you can go now."
Her eyes were closed, and she looked very well-behaved and cute, but her raised lips were very obvious, and she looked very cunning.
When Rong Jinchen returned to the next room, Gu Heng finally heard the voice of his prince, and saw Rong Jinchen, dressed neatly, coming out of the house.
He quickly said, "Your Highness, the guest house is next door."
The main courtyard was left to Su Zhenzhen to live in, and Rong Jinchen naturally stayed in the guest courtyard.
Thanks to what he said in the evening, there were no maids who wanted to throw themselves into his arms along the way. Gu Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to relax.
If he fails to stop it and His Highness kicks him himself, then he will lose his monthly allowance!
There was no conversation along the way, and soon they arrived at the guest house.
Rong Jinchen took off his blue satin, white, square-toed, cloud-embroidered court boots and whispered, "Remember to make Qingqing a bowl of bird's nest for breakfast tomorrow."
Gu Heng secretly felt lucky that he was a considerate person and brought everything he needed.
Otherwise, where could he find golden blood swallows for the princess?
Qingyuan Marquis Mansion.
Zhou Xi, the second son of the Marquis of Qingyuan, was sixteen years old this year. He looked at the beautiful and plump maidservant in front of him.
He was silent for a moment, then said to the servant beside him, "He You, send her back to my mother."
Now that he has made up his mind, he cannot break it.
How can mere beauty be as important as his future?
Zhou Xi himself only took the imperial examination this year and had a chance of becoming a Jinshi, but most of the family resources belonged to his eldest son, Zhou Zhao.
He was interested in a career in politics, and over the years he had kept himself clean and studied hard, considering the best candidate for a spouse within his own conditions.
Finally, his hard work paid off and he found his best solution, Xu Siyu, the acquaintance of the future Princess Yan, Su Zhenzhen.
Everyone in the capital knew about the two imperial edicts that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan personally requested from Your Majesty.
Seeing that His Majesty still favors the Crown Prince, and Prince Yan is the Crown Prince's biological brother, his future is bright and can bring glory to three generations.
Although he is the second son of the Marquis's family, it is impossible for the family resources to be passed to him without going through the eldest son and elder brother.
It would be better to find another way, at least to get the support of King Yan.
Zhou Xi was betting that Prince Yan would look upon a man who was equally devoted with him differently, even if it was only because of the fact that Prince Yan's wife was his close friend.
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