"marshal?"
Xie Lanzhi snapped out of her daze and asked him, "I should be a woman, right?"
Wu Qiu loosened his arms, and the folded document in his arms fell to the ground with a clatter, his face full of horror.
What kind of reaction is this? Why be so scared?
Xie Lanzhi was just thinking that since she was also a woman, she should understand women's thoughts, but it just didn't work on her.
Indeed, women can be either perceptive or oblivious. And she was clearly the oblivious type.
She also underestimated Little Phoenix. Little Phoenix was clearly not as naive as she thought. On the contrary, she was quite precocious.
Then her mind was filled with memories of the little phoenix and her life together. She didn't want her to drink rice wine, but she had already drunk it before, and the night Si Xinian came back, she was able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. She treated rice wine like a beverage, just like Si Xinian.
And every night she would snuggle into her arms, and every night she would hold her while sleeping, and the next day she would feel like she was being suffocated by the weight of the weight.
Little Phoenix seemed determined to use her as a mattress. At that time, she only thought that she was insecure, and that she had gained weight because she had grown taller or become a little plumper.
Thinking back now, it seems that Xiao Xiu swapped Xiao Fenghuang's gold-threaded red-trimmed bellyband with hers, and it seems she got a larger size.
Thinking of this, Xie Lanzhi felt a rush of heat to her nose and her head spin. She shook her head violently. The touch she had once taken for granted now began to resonate acutely in her memory—a sensation. The soft, fragrant touch of a woman. It was as smooth as jade, as tender as if one could squeeze water from it.
Glug. Xie Lanzhi felt a lump in her throat, and her body suddenly felt hot.
Wu Qiu, standing to the side, turned red and white-faced, unsure how to respond.
What if he gets into trouble?
A minister should be willing to die to remonstrate, and in the end, he was determined to tell the truth.
Xie Lanzhi had already gotten up, but she was absent-minded and had forgotten about Wu Qiu's presence. She walked unsteadily, feeling lightheaded and absent-minded, heading straight for Lanzhang Palace.
Along the way, they encountered Xie Lanzhi's personal guards and palace servants, all of whom looked terrified. They watched as Marshal Xie wandered around like a ghost in broad daylight, refusing to answer where she was going. They then asked if she wanted to return to Lanzhang Palace.
She immediately tensed up, gripping the white belt around her waist with her right hand, standing rooted to the spot like a stone statue. Those who saw her thought there was a tiger in Lanzhang Palace, which explained the marshal's nervousness.
In short, it was extremely strange, making the atmosphere of the entire palace eerie and unsettling.
Some people privately speculated that the marshal might be possessed by some kind of demon. But everyone thought it was unbelievable. Marshal Xie was a notorious demon, and there was no third person in the world with such a fierce aura as her.
It could burn to ashes at any moment. To be precise, even ghosts dared not approach Marshal Xie.
Xie Lanzhi had never felt that the journey back to Lanzhang Palace was so long, as if it were an eternity. Even if a snail crawled to Lanzhang Palace, it would be time to arrive by now.
She looked up at the setting sun on the mountaintop, its afterglow casting a long shadow of her, still pointing towards Lanzhang Palace.
Even the shadows are strongly urging it to return to Lanzhang Palace.
Xie Lanzhi composed herself, ran her fingers through her bangs and sideburns, and straightened her collar, feeling that everything was symmetrical. She then walked back to Lanzhang Palace.
Si Xitong had already handed over the memorial, but the person hadn't responded yet. Had something been overlooked?
And the food is all ready, why hasn't she come back yet?
Soon, familiar footsteps sounded outside, a tiptoeing sound. Si Xitong got up to meet her at the palace gate and saw a familiar figure hiding behind a red pillar. She cautiously peeked out, acting like a thief when returning to her own palace, her eyes darting around. When she saw her, she shyly shrank back behind the pillar, covering her face. However, the shoulder armor on both sides of her armor was exposed. The black armor was conspicuous and hard to miss, giving off a feeling of stealing a fragrance.
Si Xitong couldn't help but rub her forehead.
This hesitant and awkward demeanor was completely unsuitable for Lanzhi. Although she quite liked seeing her in a new light every time, there were countless people watching outside the palace.
She stretched out her fair, white hand to her: "Lanzhi, come back."
"Me." Xie Lanzhi looked at her long, slender hands, their knuckles distinct and beautiful like jade, their softness seemingly wonderful. Her palms were sweating nervously.
Si Xitong was quite helpless. She pursed her thin lips and solemnly reminded him, "When did the Grand Marshal of the Tianjing Army become so unruly?"
The little phoenix has full, shapely lips, with red petals glistening with a layer of tender juice, as elastic as pudding. When her lips move, it seems as if a unique fragrance of a beauty is exhaled, intoxicating and captivating.
Glug. Xie Lanzhi's Adam's apple bobbed, and this time her gaze became vacant, staring blankly at Si Xitong.
The beauty was so close, yet she dared not approach, as if afraid of defiling her.
"Lanzhi?" Si Xitong finally realized something was wrong. She saw that Lanzhi was staring at her blankly, which seemed unusual. She had come back and complained of being hungry.
She took the initiative to take her hand and found that her palms were sweaty. When she pulled her along, her steps and body were extremely uncoordinated and stiff.
They finally made it into their little apartment.
Xie Lanzhi sat at the dining table, seemingly a little reserved.
Si Xitong narrowed her beautiful eyes and her gaze shimmered: "Marshal."
Xie Lanzhi finally realized what was happening. Her gaze was bewildered. She turned her head to look left and then right, as if she had just realized that she had already entered the room.
"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Si Xitong placed one hand on her forehead and the other on her own forehead to compare, finding that there was nothing seriously wrong.
Why does Laneige seem so lost?
She let go, a weight lifted from her heart: "If nothing's wrong, why did you stay at the door and not come in?"
Xie Lanzhi tried hard to adjust her emotions, but no matter how hard she tried to act as usual, she couldn't.
What could be more deadly than suddenly discovering your wife's allure? She couldn't even maintain her composure; like an innocent young girl in front of her secret admirer, she blushed, stiffened, and became uneasy.
Xie Lanzhi took a deep breath, imagining herself breathing oxygen into an oxygen machine. She was very familiar with this action in her past life. Although she no longer had heart disease, taking a deep breath could calm her emotions and prevent her from becoming a puppet whose blood seemed to freeze.
"Little Phoenix, I'm hungry." Xie Lanzhi finally calmed down a bit: "I'm very hungry."
Si Xitong smiled with her eyelashes curved like the bright moon.
She said gently, "Okay, I'll have Xiaoxiu set the table."
Her hair was pulled back in a bun, a thick, dark, flowing style that cascaded over her shoulders, highlighting her delicate collarbones and perfectly curved, jade-white neck. Her slightly crimson lips, coupled with her soft, willow-like voice, exuded a mature and alluring charm that made her mouth water.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a deer's, and the emotions she had managed to suppress began to surge again.
Xie Lanzhi pressed her hand to her chest, her heart pounding so hard it made her feel hot all over.
Unbeknownst to her, the little phoenix had grown into a stunning beauty. No, she had always possessed unparalleled elegance and breathtaking beauty.
She didn't become this beautiful overnight.
But she was particularly moved today.
Before, she and Little Phoenix were inseparable, their love gentle and tender, flowing steadily in every way. Never before had she felt such a tumultuous, thunderous surge of emotion. It seemed she was tasting a deeper, more intense love. A fire burned in her throat, making her feel as if she were being consumed by flames.
At this moment, the little phoenix's attraction to her was undoubtedly fatal.
She loves her, she loves her very much. She wants to tell her right now.
Xie Lanzhi's hot, burning hands suddenly gripped Si Xitong's hands tightly. Si Xitong was slightly taken aback. She responded, and their hands clasped together like overlapping seashells, inseparable.
"Lanzhi".
"Fu Feng".
Si Xitong's heart skipped a beat. Fu Feng, every time Lan Zhi called her by her courtesy name, it seemed to be on a special occasion.
She looked up and gazed at her, who was so close to her.
Xie Lanzhi did not take any further steps, but simply looked back at her, their eyes filled with intertwined love for each other.
She was even gentler than usual today.
Si Xitong knelt down, shifted her ankles, moved closer to Xie Lanzhi, and then leaned into her arms. Today, the armor seemed as warm as her intense emotions.
Xie Lanzhi embraced her from behind, holding her close in his arms. A silent kiss landed on her hair, as if quenching thirst. He looked at her, but suppressed a surging desire in his eyes.
"Little Phoenix, you've worked hard these past few days."
Her slowness of perception caused her such torment every night. And only today did she realize that he already craved her so much that he wanted to devour her like a wolf. This boundless desire controlled her mind. If she hadn't maintained a shred of clarity, she probably would have lost her mind long ago and frightened her beloved wife in her arms.
She knew very well how strong her husband was. What if she lost control and hurt her beloved wife? She couldn't bear to see her hurt even a single hair on her head; her wife was her precious treasure, every hair and nail belonged to her, and she didn't want her to suffer any harm.
She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and nuzzled her temple affectionately: "Little Phoenix."
Si Xitong sensed the subtle changes in her emotions, which were filled with affection for her, and smiled, "Mm."
Xie Lanzhi leaned close to her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "I have something I want to tell you right now."
Si Xitong: "What did you say? Was it nice to hear? Or was it too sweet?"
"My love for you is like a net; once I fall into it, I will have no regrets for the rest of my life."
A note from the author:
Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 19:12:31 on December 20, 2021 and 19:52:53 on December 21, 2021!
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Chapter 90 Is she a pervert?
As usual, the woman in Xie Lanzhi snuggled against her at night. Xie Lanzhi pretended not to react. The woman in her arms gave a cold laugh, unwilling to leave her embrace. Then she threw off the covers and went to sleep on the inner bed.
Summer was so hot that no matter how much Si Xitong flirted with him, she couldn't help but sweat.
Her thin white gauze dress subtly revealed her shapely curves, and a hint of red peeked through the white fabric. Her red-trimmed, gold-trimmed bodice quickly became damp.
Si Xitong was slightly puzzled. She felt that the temperature tonight was not as hot as last night, so why was she sweating more than last night?
Meanwhile, Xie Lanzhi had quietly turned over so her back was to her beloved wife in the inner bed. Despite the sweltering heat, she was still covered by the blanket, her forehead dripping with sweat, almost like a river. Around midnight, sensing that her wife had fallen asleep, she tiptoed out of bed, groped her way to the tea table in the dark, picked up the teapot, and began to gulp down water.
Once the burning sensation in her chest subsided somewhat, she climbed onto the chaise lounge next to her and made do for the night.
The next day, when Si Xitong woke up, she was thinking about settling things with the Western Guard that day. She would take care of it herself first, and then give Lanzhi a report later.
She instinctively rolled over to give the person next to her a morning hug, but when she rolled to the edge of the bed, she realized she had missed her target.
The outer bed was empty; there wasn't even a trace of anyone there.
Si Xitong blinked: ?
"Lanzhi".
The palace maid outside the hall rushed over and knelt by the bed to reply: "The Marshal got up early to practice his sword. He just told me not to wake you, saying that you have been working hard lately and that you should sleep a little longer."
Si Xitong was very puzzled. She had a much easier time handling official business in the palace than in the military camp. Logically, she should have rested more since she was working harder.
"Has the Marshal had breakfast?"