Meal time.
Nan Yu has arrived.
Knowing that Yu Chen was there, he originally didn't want to go and would have just eaten something in his own courtyard. But Shen Qichuan sent the steward to invite him, and not knowing what he was up to, Deng Xin went anyway.
As soon as I stepped into the room, I saw Yu Chen at a glance.
The man, who had been sitting, leaned forward slightly as if he wanted to get up when he saw him come in. His lips moved slightly, and his gaze followed the young master's figure, around the octagonal dining table, and stopped beside Shen Qichuan.
Shen Qichuan helped his wife pull the stool closer to him.
Even though the servants had already set the table, he insisted on showing off in front of Yu Chen. After setting the table, he first greeted Yu Chen, and then spent the whole time serving his wife food and flirting with her.
It made people's faces turn bright red.
Yu Chen's face gradually darkened, his hand gripping the chopsticks tightened, his knuckles turned white, and with each flirtation they made, the muscles on his face would twitch involuntarily, his anger was about to explode.
Shen Qichuan picked up a piece of fish, thoughtfully removing the bones, and placed it in the young master's bowl, saying gently, "Try it."
Yu Chen had never seen Shen Qichuan like this before.
I can't accept the light bulb wick, but I can accept it.
His usually stern face instantly turned ashen with rage. The table full of delicacies tasted like wax to him at that moment, and he even felt nauseous.
The wick usually feeds on its own.
Yu Chen was here today, and he deliberately served food to Shen Qichuan, his voice sweet and slightly affected, "Yuanzhou, this meatball is delicious, have a bite."
'Bang!' The hand holding the chopsticks slammed down on the table, making the cups and plates on the table tremble slightly. Yu Chen could no longer bear it. He glared at the young master and said through gritted teeth, 'Buyi, I have something to say to you. Come with me.'
Nan Yu looked up, still holding a piece of meat in her mouth, and bit it in like a little rabbit, chewing and eating it. Yu Chen's eyes darkened when he saw this.
Nan Yu remained silent, but Shen Qichuan moved first, a cold glint appearing at the corner of his mouth: "If you have something to say, you might as well say it to my face."
Yu Chen's expression darkened further, but with Shen Qichuan present, he had no choice but to endure it: "It's some private matter, please forgive me, General Shen."
Shen Qichuan: "Buyi and I have no secrets, it's alright."
Nan Yu was surprised to see that Yu Chen's face had turned pale. Was he really that angry?
But what is he angry about?
Wasn't he uninterested in the original owner?
"General Shen, I have known Buyi since childhood, while you have only known each other for a few days. Do you know what kind of past he has with me?"
The man gave a low hum, seemingly waiting for his next words.
Nan Yu frowned and looked at Yu Chen as well.
Yu Chen was provoked by the young master's gaze, and his reason was completely overwhelmed by anger. He blurted out, "Bu Yi likes me. Two years ago, he confessed to me, and I rejected him at the time. Even so, Bu Yi still likes me. He's just trying to provoke me by befriending you!"
Nan Yu: "..."
Chen Xichuan scoffed lightly.
With a long arm, he casually wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, pressing the boy close to his chest. The force was so strong it seemed he wanted to meld the boy into his very bones. He glanced at Yu Chen with cold, authoritative eyes, his tone chilling: "General Yu, you're being presumptuous. If you don't suspect that he's one of my people, how can you say you like him?"
Yu Chen glared angrily at the two of them, his eyes red: "Nonsense!"
Nan Yu's voice was soft, tinged with slight confusion. He asked, "Yu Chen, what are you doing?"
The man snapped back to reality by his words.
Yes, what is he doing?
No, that's not right.
"Qi Ziming, that's the question I should be asking you!"
Nan Yu: "You don't like me, but you won't allow others to like me?"
Yu Chen: "I!" He only managed to say one word before realizing he had nothing more to say. Perhaps he was aware of his own morbidity, but he was unwilling to admit it. He always felt that it shouldn't be like this, that he should like him, pursue him, and that even if he rejected him, his heart should still belong to him.
Her face flushed red. "You were young then, and I really did treat you like a younger brother."
Nan Yu: "Are you not young anymore?"
Yu Chen: "I have no doubt that Haitang and I are truly in love. If you also truly love me, it wouldn't be impossible for me to marry you and make you a vice minister."
Nan Yu thought she had misheard.
"You can marry me whenever you want, or refuse me whenever you want?"
Yu Chen: "You were younger before, and we grew up together, so my feelings for you naturally wouldn't go beyond brotherhood. But now that you've willingly fallen into depravity, how can I turn a blind eye? If you really like him, I don't want to let you down. In the future, Haitang will be the husband and you will be the concubine. I will talk to Haitang about it."
Shen Qichuan didn't interrupt him, letting him speak slowly.
He just wants his wife to annoy him.
This kind of man is too confident.
Even if Nan Yu wasn't Qi Ziming, she was still so angry at Yu Chen's words that her chest ached. She glared at him and said, "Who wants to be your concubine? Have you no shame?"
Yu Chen was furious: "You!"
Nan Yu: "What do you mean, 'you'? Are you trying to die?! I'm not willingly degrading myself, and you don't have to ignore it!"
Yu Chen: "Qi Buyi!"
Nan Yu raised her voice: "What are you shouting for! You think you're the loudest?! Yu Ronghe! Compare yourselves! In every way, Shen Qichuan is better than you! He's a second-rank general personally appointed by the Emperor! He's more handsome than you, and he's better in bed than you! Most importantly, he! Only! Loves! Me!"
Chen Qichuan finally stirred, seizing on a line from the young master's words, and frowned: "Have you seen it before...?"
Nan Yu had a fight with Yu Chen, and she still had to find time to explain and coax Shen Qichuan.
She patted the man's back, looked up, and said, "I guessed."
Then she turned her head and changed her expression, scolding Yu Chen: "Didn't you say you didn't like men? Haitang is a woman? How despicable!"
Yu Chen's eyes turned red with anger, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and he roared, "Who can control their emotions!"
Nan Yu didn't back down, taking a step forward and loudly retorting, "Since you like him, what business is it of mine who I'm with! Mind your own business! You're being nosy and overreaching! If you have nothing better to do, go run three laps around the capital! Don't cause trouble here!"
Enraged, Yu Chen slammed his palm heavily on the table. As a martial artist, his internal strength was formidable, and the blow cracked the table.
"Qi Zimo!"
Nan Yu: "Get out! The General's Mansion doesn't welcome you! Go live your life with your Begonia!"
Yu Chen was so angry he almost vomited blood: "Qi Ziming, I gave you a chance, and you didn't cherish it at all. Don't ever kneel in front of me begging me to take you in again!"
Nan Yu turned her head, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Shen Qichuan's lips.
Yu Chen's pupils suddenly contracted: !
Just as the wick was about to let go, the man tightened his grip, kissing and nibbling at the baby's little mouth, even moving his tongue. It was incredibly intimate. Yu Chen was so angry that he coughed repeatedly, his head felt dizzy, and he couldn't control his swaying. His legs couldn't support his weight, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
I was so angry I almost fainted.
Nan Yu was startled and almost jumped away.
The man, with his arm around the young master, ordered the butler to throw Yu Chen out.
He didn't even call a doctor to examine him.
Nan Yu didn't care.
The steward didn't dare to actually leave the person at the door. If word got out, the people would make up all sorts of stories. He couldn't let his general's reputation be damaged, so he sent the person back to the general's mansion by carriage.
"Wife."
"Um?"
"Wife."
"Um?"
"Wife."
"What?" Dengxin frowned.
Shen Qichuan smiled, kissed her lips, and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."
Nan Yu picked at her ear, her brows still tightly furrowed: "Don't shout, it's too noisy."
Shen Qichuan: "Wife."
The lamp wick raised its hand, pretending to hit someone: "Shut up!"
Shen Qichuan: "Wife, wife, wife, wife."
She leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on her pouting lips, then laughed, "I'm not teasing you anymore. I don't have anything planned for this afternoon. Where do you want to go?"
Lampwick: "I don't know, where's fun?"
Shen Qichuan: "On the bed."
"Let's go to Jing'an Temple." The young master looked at Chen Qichuan with bright eyes.
The man smiled and affectionately patted the little head. "Okay."
Without further ado, Shen Qichuan led a horse out of the stable. The original owner didn't know how to ride, and Dengxin had never tried before. The man taught him how to mount the horse. After the young master was seated, he stepped into the stirrups and leaped onto the horse.
He held the reins, controlling the direction.
I added a layer of fleece to the saddle, but it's still uncomfortable. He probably did it too hard. Now it bounces around a lot, and my butt hurts.
Nan Yu shifted restlessly in the saddle, each twist like a flame, stirring Shen Qichuan's already tense heartstrings. His eyes gradually deepened, and the flame in his heart seemed to ignite the surrounding air.
"Don't move."
The man's voice was hoarse, with a hint of barely perceptible restraint, but the young master was so uncomfortable from being jostled by the horse that he didn't listen to Shen Qichuan's words at all. He would shift slightly whenever he felt uncomfortable, muttering, "I don't want to ride a horse anymore, I want to ride in a carriage."
Shen Qichuan was almost driven to his death by him.
I held it in until my neck turned red.
The wick suddenly sensed something and its expression froze.
She turned to stare at Shen Qichuan in disbelief, her ears turning bright red: "You!"
So many people can... you disgusting pervert!
The muscles in the arm holding the reins bulged slightly from the effort. The young master's back was pressed tightly against the man's chest. They were so close, and with so many layers of clothing, that it was hard to tell unless you looked closely.
Shen Qichuan suddenly had a whimsical idea. He lowered his head and pressed his neck against his wife's, but only for two seconds. He had to control the reins and instead pressed his ear against the young master's, gently exhaling.
Nan Yu felt itchy and couldn't escape; the man was holding her waist.
It could only turn its head to the side, rubbing its head against the shoulder like a kitten rubbing its ear, and shaking its head.
The man laughed, "Baby, let's go up ahead, find a secluded spot, and try horseback riding?"
Nan Yu blushed; he wouldn't do that.
Although there are many ways to play.
But it's outdoors in the open.
Absolutely not!
"Can't!"
The man tightened his grip, lowering his head further, his warm breath brushing against the young master's ear, his voice deep and gentle, yet brimming with seduction: "Wife~"
Nan Yu kept dodging and ignoring her.
The man spoke again, his tone rising slightly, full of doting affection: "Baby~" It was like beautiful musical notes leaping in the air, so tender and affectionate.
The wick was almost persuaded.
Upon hearing the sound of horses' hooves, his reason returned, and he let out a cold snort from his nose before ignoring it.
Another "My darling~" escaped from his thin lips, which gently brushed against the young master's earlobe, causing the young master to tremble slightly and unconsciously tighten his grip on the man's clothes.
"Xiaoyu~"
This was even more arousing than taking an aphrodisiac. The young master's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the man's arms tightened. His entire back was pressed against the other's chest, becoming tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to merge the young master into one.
Perhaps they sensed that the young master was softening.
With a hint of pleading in his voice, Shen Qichuan asked, his tone filled with barely suppressed anticipation, "Just once, okay?"
Nan Yu suddenly bent two fingers, turned her head and slapped the man. Hissing in pain from the blow to his forehead, Chen Qichuan freed one hand to cover it, and complained aggrievedly, "What did you do?"
Nan Yu: "Jing'an Temple is a sacred Buddhist site. What are you planning to do?"
Shen Qichuan: "We're on the road, not going in."
Nan Yu: "No, hurry up, riding a horse is so uncomfortable! Can we switch to a carriage?"
My buttocks are sore from rubbing against the skin.
Although the carriage was bumpy, it was much better than this.
Shen Qichuan: "Turn over and sit on my lap."
Nan Yu stopped talking and said, "Let him be crazy then."
Although Shen Qichuan was teasing him, he couldn't bear to make him really uncomfortable. He changed carriages halfway through the journey, added three layers of cushions, and let the young master lie on them while he massaged his legs and shoulders.
Bored, Dengxin draped her leg over the man and asked, "Can you tell a story?"
Shen Qichuan: "What do you want to hear?"
Lamp wick: "Fairy tales."
Shen Qichuan: "Then let's talk about Snow White."
The young master nodded, turned slightly, nestled in the man's arms to find a more comfortable position, and listened attentively to his husband's story.
Shen Qichuan stroked his wife's face, thought for a moment, and then spoke:
"Long ago, on a snowy winter day, a beautiful queen gave birth to a princess..."
After the story was finished, the carriage stopped in front of Jing'an Temple.
Nan Yu lay in the man's arms, her eyes half-closed, sleepy. She had been swaying all the way, and he was a little unaccustomed to the sudden stop.
She paused for two seconds, then opened her eyes, her voice soft yet slightly hoarse as she asked, "Have we arrived?"
Shen Xichuan: "We've arrived."
Nan Yu rubbed her eyes and got up, bending down to lift the curtain as she said, "Let's go."
The two offered incense and strolled beneath the temple's yellow walls.
The afternoon sun, not as bright as in the morning, carries a sense of melancholy as the sun sets, but being in a temple, one's mind is exceptionally peaceful. A gentle breeze blows, and the bells on the eaves ring softly, each 'ding-a-ling' carrying the meaning of Buddhist wisdom.
Passing by a prayer wall, there was a tree inside, covered with red prayer ribbons. A gentle breeze made the ribbons dance lightly. The young master, always eager for something new, curiously peered over to look at the words on the ribbons. Some prayed for peace, some for happiness, some for fulfillment, and some for wealth.
The lamp wick ran back and stared at Chen Xichuan, saying:
"Shall we write one too?"
Shen Qichuan nodded with a smile.
About ten steps away, there was a young monk selling amulets, sitting on a wooden stool. When a worshipper came, he would stand up, hand them a wooden amulet, pen and ink, and finally guide them to throw their wishes onto the sacred tree.
Nan Yu wrote: I hope he will always be here.
After finishing writing and tying it up, he excitedly found Shen Qichuan and said, "I'm going to release it."
Shen Qichuan asked curiously, "What is it written?"
Nan Yu showed him the sign, and the man smiled, looking at the young master with his gentle and tender eyes, and told him, "Yes, I will."
The wick was even happier.
Her little mouth was wide open.
He couldn't wait to throw the red ribbon in his hand onto the sacred tree.
I've heard that the higher it's hung, the more effective it will be.
He wants to hang it high up!
Shen Qichuan originally planned to make another sign, but then he thought of taking the one the boy was holding and adding a line of small characters next to it, writing his own wish: May Nanyu be free from worries, healthy and happy every year.
The lamp wick leaned closer for a look and chuckled.
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