Seeing his silence, Meng Qingluan wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, forcing him close to her face.
"It was very useful, and I was very touched."
Chen Yan smiled, "I really wanted to say something to you just now."
"Okay, go ahead."
Meng Qingluan raised her gaze upwards, instantly meeting his dark, inky pupils, which gradually drew her in like a whirlpool.
"Meng Qingluan, be happy every day, and I will love you a little more every day."
Meng Qingluan: "..."
She felt her face turn red, and even her breathing became erratic.
Without waiting for her response, Chen Yan pulled away, blew out the burning candle, leaving only a small one for when he got up at night.
The blanket was pulled up to cover the two of them.
As the room grew darker, Meng Qingluan suddenly came to her senses and raised a hand to touch her cheek.
Sure enough, it's so hot.
Turning his head, I saw that Chen Yan had already closed his eyes to rest, and in the dim light, only the outline of his face could be seen.
Meng Qingluan looked away, trying her best to calm her rapidly beating heart.
"..."
The next day.
When Meng Qingluan woke up, Shen Yan had already gotten up and gone to the morning court session. Judging by the time, it was almost time for the morning court session to end.
After dressing up, Meng Qingluan got up and walked towards the gate of the mansion.
Seeing that she got up and walked out without ordering breakfast, Dollar followed her curiously and asked.
"Madam, aren't you going to eat breakfast?"
Meng Qingluan: "Let's not eat yet. Shen Yan will be back soon. I'll go to the door and wait for him to come back so we can eat together."
Dollar understood perfectly, and his eyes crinkled with laughter.
"This servant knows that Madam and Lord Shen are deeply in love. You miss Lord Shen so much, don't you think?"
Meng Qingluan blushed at her words, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about? I was just feeling groggy and wanted to go out for some fresh air. I had nothing better to do anyway."
Meng Qingluan didn't know why she had to explain; perhaps it was the shame of being exposed that rose in her heart?
Dollar's eyes darted around. "Yes, yes... Madam is right."
His face showed utter disbelief.
Her wife usually sleeps until late morning, but today she's already feeling groggy after only a few hours of sleep.
Tsk.
She understands that a woman who says one thing but means another is part of the fun between young couples.
Seeing her disbelief, Meng Qingluan sighed and walked to the door to wait for Shen Yan to return.
Knowing her lazy nature of preferring to sit rather than stand, Dollar specially brought over a small wooden stool with a soft cushion.
Meng Qingluan sat on a small wooden stool, cracking sunflower seeds as she waited, looking somewhat like an old lady from the village intelligence team.
Mei Yuan stood aside, took the melon seeds handed to him by Meng Qingluan, and after some refusals, he still started eating them under Meng Qingluan's tyrannical influence.
The two chatted while Meng Qingluan told her gossip.
"You're too young to know, but in our village, young men in their twenties can get into the bed of sixty-year-old women..."
"Really, ma'am?" Dollar asked, looking surprised.
"That's for sure..."
Meng Qingluan got more and more excited as she talked, and her words became more and more exaggerated. Before long, a group of maids and guards gathered around her to listen to the gossip.
Meng Qingluan spoke with great passion, and everyone listened intently, their expressions changing in sync with the tone of her voice.
What are you doing?
Chen Yan's voice suddenly came, and the servants scattered to the side like startled birds.
"Greetings, sir... We are listening to the lady tell a story."
Meng Qingluan patted the melon seed shells off her hand and called out to Chen Yan.
"I'm here. I was going to wait for you at the door, but you haven't come back for so long. I was so bored that I told them a story."
“That’s right,” the servants quickly echoed.
"You haven't had breakfast yet?" Shen Yan noticed the detail.
Meng Qingluan nodded, then pretended to be pitiful and rubbed her flat stomach.
"Of course. I've been waiting for you, and my stomach is full of melon seeds."
My mouth is almost numb from chewing so much.
Dollar:"……"
Who ate those two chicken legs just now?
Garlic bird, garlic bird, a little bit of fun between husband and wife, she understands.
Seeing that her belly was flat, Shen Yan instantly noticed that Meng Qingluan's face was also somewhat pale, and she looked rather desolate in the cold wind.
I felt both touched and heartbroken.
Shen Yan stepped forward and helped Meng Qingluan, whose bottom was numb from sitting, to her feet. He placed his hand over hers, his eyes filled with heartache.
"Are you freezing? It's all my fault. I didn't tell you not to wait for me. Let's go inside quickly."
Meng Qingluan noticed that her hands were warm from the heater, while Chen Yan's hands were ice cold.
Moreover, he pulled himself into his arms, seemingly deliberately blocking her view.
The two had barely stepped through the gate when they heard the sound of hooves, followed by the crack of a whip, before the horse came to a steady stop at the gate.
Shen Yan's eyes darkened, and a shadow fell between his brows. He did not stop walking and continued to walk forward with Meng Qingluan in his arms.
Meng Qingluan gently tugged at his sleeve, "It seems like someone's at the door."
Chen Yan continued walking, "Ignore it."
"What if they're the ones who want to talk business with you?"
"Don't worry about that. Eating is the priority. Be careful not to starve yourself. Otherwise, you'll be lying in bed crying in pain again, and you won't be able to eat your favorite chicken legs."
"..."
When chicken legs were mentioned, Meng Qingluan kept quiet.
"Your Highness, those two..."
Qingcha looked at the two departing figures with dissatisfaction.
Their Highness had already informed Shen Yan that he would be coming to his residence to discuss important matters after court, but he not only did not come to greet them, he even ignored them.
"how?"
Li Zhanjue didn't care at all, and still had a gentle and polite smile on his face.
"It's nothing."
Qingcha kept quiet, after all, His Highness valued Chen Yan too much, and even if she reminded him, it would be in vain.
Qingcha was also a little confused. Why did they have to come in person when they could have discussed it in the palace?
Could it be...?
Qingcha's gaze was deep and unfathomable, his lips moved slightly, but he still didn't ask the question.
How could Your Highness fall in love with a married woman?
That's truly unethical.
…
Meng Qingluan had just taken a bite of a soup dumpling when the door was pushed open, and Li Zhanjue appeared in the doorway.
"hiss--"
Meng Qingluan was surprised when the soup from the soup dumpling flowed into her mouth, the scalding soup making her tongue go numb.
Upon hearing the commotion, Chen Yan discovered that Meng Qingluan had been scalded and quickly instructed the servants to fetch a cup of cold water.
Meng Qingluan's tongue was numb and throbbing from the burn, and she could only keep fanning herself to try to cool it down and relieve the pain.
The water was brought over quickly, and Meng Qingluan gulped down the cold water.
"..."
The two were in a flurry of activity, and everyone in the room was focused on Meng Qingluan.
Li Zhanjue stood at the door, like a background figure that no one cared about.
His gaze also fell on Meng Qingluan, and seeing her eyes welling up with tears from the burn, his brows furrowed involuntarily.
How could you be so stupid? You even burned yourself while eating a soup dumpling.
After struggling for a while, Meng Qingluan finally felt that her tongue wasn't hurting so much anymore.
"Does it still hurt?"
Just as Shen Yan was about to ask about Meng Qingluan's situation, Li Zhanjue, who had been standing quietly at the door, stepped forward and spoke up with concern before he could.
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