Yingbang put down the hangover soup and hurriedly went out, quickly telling Meiyuan what he had just seen.
"You didn't see it just now, Lord Shen was clinging to his wife and wouldn't let go..."
"I told you you were just imagining things. With a lady as beautiful as Madam, how could Lord Shen bear to go out and flirt with other women?"
"..."
Meng Qingluan walked to the front of the table and picked up the hangover soup, with Chen Yan following closely behind her like a little shadow.
Meng Qingluan picked up the bowl, turned around, and almost spilled the hangover soup on him.
Meng Qingluan, still shaken, commanded, "Sit down. Behave well and you'll be rewarded."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yan obediently sat down on a chair to the side, his back ramrod straight, his hands neatly placed on his thighs, and his eyes looking straight ahead, like a child just entering school.
Meng Qingluan found it amusing and quite pleased, so she picked up the hangover soup and fed him a spoonful.
Chen Yan opened his mouth and swallowed, then raised his hand to cover his mouth and frowned.
"bitter."
Meng Qingluan looked down and smelled it. "I can't smell any bitterness. Put your hand down and finish it quickly."
Shen Yan shook his head, refusing to let go and determined to resist to the end.
Meng Qingluan stretched out one hand to pry it open, and he raised his other hand to cover it, determined not to let her drink it.
After several attempts, Meng Qingluan became curious: was the hangover soup really that bitter?
Chen Yan said pitifully, "It's really bitter... If you don't believe me, Luan Luan should try it herself."
Meng Qingluan glared at her, "Try it! If I find it's not bitter at all after I taste it, you can swallow the whole bowl of hangover soup in one gulp."
“Okay,” Chen Yan said confidently, “What if it’s really tough?”
Meng Qingluan's face hardened. "I'm doing this for your own good, and you're still trying to negotiate with me? If it's bitter, drink it or don't, it's not me who's suffering."
"..."
Seeing his confident demeanor, Meng Qingluan felt uncertain and hesitantly picked up the bowl.
Is it real suffering or feigned suffering?
As if seeing through Meng Qingluan's hesitation, Chen Yan fanned the flames from the side.
"Is Luanluan afraid of bitterness? If so, she doesn't need to drink it..."
"roll."
"..."
Meng Qingluan closed her eyes, took a sip, and found it wasn't as bitter as she had imagined, but rather had a sweet fruity aroma and a very refreshing taste.
"It's clearly sweet, drink it quickly!" Meng Qingluan handed him the bowl.
"Really? I don't believe it." Shen Yan reached out and took the bowl, placing it on the table.
"You..." Believe it or not.
"Luanluan must be lying to me. I'm going to expose you."
Before Meng Qingluan could finish speaking, Chen Yan suddenly stood up and straightened his upper body. Since Meng Qingluan was already standing in front of him, he easily rose and touched her lips.
Before Meng Qingluan could react, she felt his warm lips pressed against hers, and he sucked hard on her upper lip, his tongue probing into her mouth before quickly escaping.
"Luanluan wasn't lying, it really is sweet."
Shen Yan's eyes were still glazed over, with a faint smile on them. As if savoring the memory, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip.
Meng Qingluan: "..."?
Before she could react, Shen Yan suddenly tilted her head and rolled off the chair, falling to the ground.
hehe.
Does she faint at crucial moments?
Meng Qingluan clenched her teeth, her face flushed red to the roots of her ears, but her heart was pounding.
Meng Qingluan took a deep breath, clutching her heart, her gaze falling on Chen Yan, who had fallen to the ground.
He then looked away, casually changed his clothes, lay down on the quilt on the tatami mat, and blew out the candle.
"..."
Shen Yan quietly opened one eye in the darkness, making sure the person on the bed was truly asleep before opening both eyes.
The corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, his back stretched out and pressed tightly against the floor, his head tilted towards the bed, and his nostrils trembled as he tried his best to keep his laughter from leaking out.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, he simply raised his arm and took a bite of the meat.
Aaaaaah!
Shen Yan's heart was roaring wildly.
…
The next day, Shen Yan had already changed into his court robes.
The morning court session was too early, so he moved very quietly, afraid of disturbing Meng Qingluan's sweet dreams.
Meng Qingluan opened one eye in a daze and saw a corner of deep crimson.
"Chen Yan??" Meng Qingluan's voice was a little hoarse.
Hearing her call, Chen Yan pulled back the curtain and squatted down beside the bed. "Did I disturb you?"
Meng Qingluan shook her head. "Stand up, let me take a look."
Shen Yan obediently stood up, and very cunningly bit her lower lip lightly to make her lips look even more beautiful.
Meng Qingluan nodded with satisfaction, her eyes narrowed. Shen Yan was truly born to be an official. His deep scarlet court robes, with a gold belt around his waist, made him appear both noble and elegant.
For someone who appreciates good looks, she's really pleasing to the eye.
Seeing that she was satisfied, a smile spread from the depths of Shen Yan's eyes, but he also felt a little dissatisfied.
He thought that Luanluan would definitely bring up what happened last night, and then he could ask her to punish him.
But after she took a nap, it was as if she had amnesia, and she completely forgot what happened last night.
Which of the two was drunk?
Shen Yan deliberately squatted down, bringing his face close to hers, and pointed to his lower lip.
"Luanluan, you bit me hard last night."
Meng Qingluan: "..."
The memory of being stolen from last night immediately flooded my mind.
Still half asleep, she almost forgot that Shen Yan—that brat—dared to accuse her of being the villain first?
Meng Qingluan smiled, gently placing her hands on his collar and carefully straightening his already neat collar, as if she hadn't heard him.
"Today is your first day attending court, so you must be careful with your words and actions, do you understand?"
"..."
Chen Yan nodded.
"This is what happens when you speak without restraint."
Meng Qingluan loosened her collar and slapped Shen Yan across the mouth, her expression calm.
"Disobedient mouths should be punished."
Shen Yan covered his numb mouth, his eyes filled with a thin layer of mist, and nodded obediently.
"I understand, I won't do it again next time, Luanluan."
"..."
Why did Meng Qingluan feel that Shen Yan sounded even happier after being slapped?
...
With Chen Yan going to court, Meng Qingluan naturally couldn't stay at home all the time; otherwise, she would eventually become a dried-up corpse from Loulan.
After all, there were no cell phones or televisions in ancient times...
Oh, television.
Meng Qingluan thought of how many plays were performed in the nearby theaters in ancient times, which suited her perfectly well since she was bored all day.
Meng Qingluan changed her clothes, took some silver, and ran out of the mansion with US dollars and Yingbang.
Meng Qingluan had plenty of money, so with a wave of her hand, she bought a top-class seat and was ushered into the first row on the first floor.
The setup wasn't too different from a modern theater, with a small wooden table on the side, on which peanuts, melon seeds, tea, and all sorts of snacks were laid out.
Dollar and jack sat behind her, taking care of her hand warmer and coat.
Before the play even started, Meng Qingluan had already become fascinated by the pastries here.
Not only are they fancy in appearance, but they also taste delicious. They are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, melting in your mouth, giving you the feeling of eating a cheese pastry.
The star of this theater must be the pastries here!
Meng Qingluan muttered to herself.
After finishing the pastry in my mouth, I reached for the table next to me to eat another piece when I suddenly touched something soft and squishy.
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