Chapter 465 Red Ink
Yan Shijiu said seriously that he wanted to get down to business, and Yun Chen was puzzled.
"What 'business'?"
"What should have been done last night?"
"What?"
Yun Chen was puzzled, but he saw that except for Wan Chen who jumped onto the beam and hid in the shadow of the secret guards on duty, the rest of Lan Qian, Xiao Yue'er and the servants all lowered their heads and left the bedroom.
Lan Qian and Xiao Yue'er looked at Yun Chen helplessly and distressedly, but they had to close the door tightly.
Yun Chen looked blankly at the quiet and empty room, then glanced at Yan Shijiu's serious expression, and then his gaze fell to the side -
The phoenix coronet and bridal bridal gown on the hanger.
She immediately understood what Yan Shijiu was talking about. Her face flushed red. Just as she was about to curse, Yan Shijiu said in a low voice:
"Yun Chen, help me grind the ink."
"......" Yun Chen was about to curse, but he held it back. With a red face, he walked to the table filled with pens, ink, paper and inkstone. He seemed to be grinding ink calmly, but what he was thinking in his heart was:
So they weren't talking about the "bridal chamber", how embarrassing...
She was still trying to dispel the misunderstanding in her heart, but Yan Shijiu was picking and choosing from a pile of wedding gifts not far away, such as wedding wine, longans and red dates, and took out a scroll. He spread it on the table, sat upright, and wrote:
"I want red ink."
"Oh ok ok."
Because of that awkward misunderstanding, Yun Chen was not impatient at all. He swiftly took out the red ink and ground it carefully, and asked curiously:
"Why do you need red ink? And this piece of white silk cloth on your desk is square, only about the size of a cushion. What can you use it for? Painting?"
Yan Shijiu did not answer. He looked at Yun Chen seriously for a while, then he took out his brush, moistened it with red ink, and began to write in the center of the white cloth.
His serious look made Yun Chen curious and a little nervous. He kept stretching his head to look at the white cloth. The red handwriting was in clumps, with no order or shape, and he couldn't tell what was being drawn.
But seeing Yan Shijiu frowning in a serious manner, Yun Chen couldn't make fun of him, so he could only ask in a low voice:
"What you drew... looks like blood is smeared on it. It's so weird. What are you drawing?"
At this time, Yan Shijiu finally finished his "painting". He leaned back slightly, looked at the "painting", nodded with satisfaction, and said:
“Draw you!”
"I?"
Yun Chen pointed at himself, which was even more strange.
She leaned closer to the "painting" to look at it, and her eyes almost went blind, as she couldn't make out what the person looked like.
She tried to open her eyes wider and wider, trying to find her nose and mouth among the red spots, not noticing that she was too close to the painting and also to Yan Shijiu.
Yan Shijiu gently raised his chin to avoid rubbing her forehead, lowered his eyes and smiled at her fair and tender profile so close to him. Her sideburns were furry, which made him feel itchy inside.
He tried not to show it and at the same time tried hard to suppress his laughter.
Yun Chen looked and looked, and finally gave up:
"I see. You are an abstract person. This is too profound. I really don't understand it."
"It's not abstract. You'll know the name once I write it." Yan Shijiu said as he actually picked up his brush and wrote on the white silk cloth with flying dragons and phoenixes.
Yun Chen leaned over to take a look again, and saw the five words "Yunyun Little Girl".
"What do you mean?" Yun Chen didn't understand again.
These five words are a bit weird, a bit ambiguous, and they don't seem right no matter how you look at them.
When she was wondering, Yan Shijiu coughed twice, clearing his throat to hide his laughter, and said:
"Stretch out your arm and I'll write another one, and you'll understand."
Yun Chen was so curious that he immediately rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arm.
Yan Shijiu then used the cool, soft tip of his pen to touch the skin, which was whiter than white silk, and wrote word by word:
Such a young woman.
Yun Chen looked at the painting, then at his arm, back and forth several times. Finally, he realized something was wrong from the two different words "girl" and "young woman", as well as the slight twitching of Yan Shijiu's mouth.
She finally reacted, her head buzzed, and her face turned red.
Yan Shijiu could no longer hold it in and burst into laughter without any manner, holding his stomach:
"Hahahaha——has my wife finally realized what's going on? Hahahaha——"
Yun Chen was so angry that his head was swelling. He grabbed Yan Shijiu's neck, dragged him up from the chair, threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, and cursed:
"You bastard! Are you getting too arrogant? You're getting more and more disgusting, aren't you? I'm going to see for myself today which one is stronger, your physique or my fist!"
Yun Chen was extremely angry and hit her with great force.
Yan Shijiu didn't fight back at all. Instead, he deliberately leaned back when her fist came at him. He stretched out his long legs, hooked her ankle with his toes and gently pulled her, and she fell into his arms.
She swung her fists hard and hit him all over the head.
He was laughing and looked both smug and playful.
"You bastard Yan Nineteen! Tell me about my fist! Are you tired of living?"
"Oh, don't blame me—our marriage is a gift from the Emperor, and the maids in the palace are here to collect your bloody handkerchiefs! If you think this isn't realistic enough, why don't we try and make it real?"
"Yan Shijiu!!! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll twist your head off!!!"
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts... Madam, please be gentler, I can't bear it anymore..."
"Shut up!!! Get that damned slutty tone of yours to normal level!! Also!! There's no one else here!! Don't call me 'Madam'!!"
"Okay, okay, I get it. Then what should I call you? 'Little sweetheart'? 'Little darling'? 'Little lady'? Ahhhh... wrong, wrong! I won't say anymore—"
"Wan Chen!! Get out of here!! I'm going to kill someone!!!"
"No, please don't do that. If you kill me, you'll become a widow. Who will warm your bed in the future? It hurts..."
Yun Chen kept punching and Yan Shijiu kept talking dirty.
Looking at the two people entangled on the ground, Wan Chen tactfully retreated quietly.
Over the years, Wan Chen served as Yan Shijiu's personal bodyguard. Even when he was doing something with Nan Lijun, he never left more than ten feet away.
Although the palace was heavily guarded, fortunately, Nan Lijun had no secret guards around him, so it was easy to hide.
But now, seeing Yan Shijiu's half-real and half-fake cry of pain and his expression of enjoyment, Wan Chen knew that even if the king of heaven came, he would not be able to drag Yan Shijiu out of this dormitory.
Wan Chen couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
Your Majesty, do you still remember that you are the emperor of Dongyan?
Is this what our Dongyan Emperor and Empress are like? Like a fight between two naked kids?
Even though he was inwardly delirious, Wan Chen maintained a serious expression on his face as he tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.
In the dormitory, it was unknown how long passed before Yun Chen finally had enough and was so tired that he collapsed on the ground gasping for breath.
Yan Shijiu wiped the blood from his nose, straightened up his bruised and purple body, and said with a sly smile again:
"By the way, tell me, what color is your bellyband and what size is it? Otherwise, if someone asks me later, I won't be able to answer. Forget it, I'll take a look myself, it will be more accurate."
Yun Chen closed his eyes, sighed softly, supported himself with one hand, turned over again, and rushed forward with his fists raised.
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