Bullying the weak and fearing the strong! Bullying the weak and fearing the strong! Jiang Yuan felt like he was going to vomit blood at Rong An's actions. Where did that stubborn look from just now go? Show it!
"You heard everything?" Jiang Yuan glanced at Zhu Chuan, but before Zhu Chuan could speak, Du Shui next door received a signal from Song Yansi, and with a wave of his hand, the door was closed, instantly cutting off their communication.
"I didn't expect A-Yuan to be so sensible. The battle isn't even over yet, and she's already thinking about bringing people to my room." Song Yanji spread his arms. Jiang Yuan was feeling guilty at this moment, and ignoring the sarcasm in his words, she hurriedly stepped forward to take off his robe.
How could she be blamed? She was a woman in her past life, with children, but in this life, he didn't even care about her. Who knows what happened? Of course, she had to ask. But now that Song Yansi had said it first, it had become her fault.
Song Yansi looked down at her. She was petite, a whole head shorter than him. At that moment, she was skillfully untying the belt around his waist with her fingertips. Her fair fingertips were stained with fresh nail polish, making her even more alluring.
In the candlelight, beads of sweat appeared on her nose. She wore only a moon-white undergarment, and her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like beautiful silk, still slightly damp from her recent bath.
Originally, Song Yansi had planned to take the opportunity to scold Jiang Yuan, but seeing her like this, he only wanted to hold her in his arms.
He thought it was right, and that's what he did.
Jiang Yuan was busy with her hands when her chin was suddenly lifted. She paused slightly, looking at him with a surprised and innocent expression. This prompted Song Yansi to smile faintly, and a kiss landed on her lips. At first, it was a light peck at her lips, but it gradually turned into a long, lingering kiss. His right hand slid familiarly to her slender waist, forcing her closer and closer to him.
His voice was hoarse as his lips slid to her earlobe, kissing her as he chuckled, "Look closely at A-Yuan's many good features, and your husband knows, her willow-like waist."
"You..." Jiang Yuan blushed deeply, but before she could finish speaking, Song Yansi's kiss landed on her again. His left hand opened her clothes, and his warm palm scalded Jiang Yuan's skin.
The world spun around her, and Jiang Yuan was suddenly lifted up in his arms, letting out a soft cry. The tea set was swept aside, and in the blink of an eye, Song Yansi pressed her down onto the ash wood wooden table. He lowered his head and kissed her, his lips sliding down her chin and collarbone.
As his lips brushed against the vermilion birthmark the size of a soybean on her abdomen, Meng Xizhi's voice suddenly entered his mind, "Your wife has a delicate blush on her abdomen, which is quite lovely."
He stopped abruptly, and Song Yansi's expression showed a moment of bewilderment.
"Zhong Li?" At this moment, Jiang Yuan had already collapsed into his burning arms, her clothes wide open to reveal her snow-white skin. She was dazed by his teasing, and her watery eyes reflected only his image.
He was brought back to his senses by Jiang Yuan's sweet call, smiled slightly, and covered her body with his again.
The crabapple blossoms fade as spring warms, nestled close to someone, her delicate eyes glistening with affection. Her scent, rich as wine, mingles with the fragrance of her sweat, staining her silken robes, leaving them slightly damp.
When Jiang Yuan woke up again, she had changed into clean clothes and was lying on the bed in Song Yansi's arms. It was still very hot, and she carefully moved her body. Before she could turn around, she was pulled into a pair of strong arms.
"What's wrong?" Song Yansi gently kissed her hair, his voice not yet showing much sleepiness.
"It's hot." Jiang Yuan's voice was thick with nasal congestion. Ya Cha raised an eyebrow. "You're not asleep?"
"I can't sleep." Song Yansi turned her face towards him, gesturing for her to face him. He gently patted her back. Sometimes, there are things you can't think about. Meng Xizhi's words from back then were like a thorn, buried in his heart, pricking him for a lifetime.
"Your wife's health deteriorated while she was with me, and she can't have children." The man was as cold as a knife, even his smile was laced with poison. "If you don't believe me, you can find a doctor to examine her."
Jiang Yuan had just returned from the State of Wei. He was so weak that he could be blown away by a gust of wind. He couldn't sleep well day and night, and sometimes he even cried in his dreams. Doctors came and went, but they all gave the same result: his internal organs were damaged, his qi and blood were depleted, and too many cold and yin medicines had been used.
He didn't know what had happened to Jiang Yuan that year in Wei, why she had taken so many harmful and potent medicines, or why her health had deteriorated. But she wouldn't tell him, and he dared not ask. Afterwards, she tirelessly sought medical help. He knew that Jiang Yuan had always wanted a child. Countless times he couldn't help but want to question her, but when the words reached his lips and he met her timid gaze, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
From childhood, she had always been a bright and outgoing girl, beautiful, intelligent, and highly talented. Yet, after marrying him, she became increasingly cautious. Now, she has placed all her hopes on their child. How should he bring it up? How should he ask? How should he tell her the truth?
Later, during the Battle of Mobei, she took a knife for him, and he used that as an excuse. He didn't know how to describe A Yuan like that. He had never seen her like that before. She was silent and just looked at the sky, tears streaming down her face. Every drop hit his heart.
He knew that Jiang Yuan blamed him for everything; those beautiful eyes only saw his faults. What about her father? What about the Jiang family? Only she wholeheartedly believed in their innocence.
"Aren't you going to ask me how I got through those days?" Jiang Yuan moved, reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest.
"Does A-Yuan want to say something?" Song Yansi pulled her back to reality, lowered his head, and whispered while stroking her hair.
Hmm… Jiang Yuan nodded. If it were back then, she would have preferred to keep everything to herself rather than tell Song Yanji. But now, she seemed to be losing the courage to take responsibility for everything.
She nestled in his arms, the moonlight streaming into the room from the window. Song Yansi looked down at her tenderly, her voice soft as a feather, as she recounted to him the events of the past four months.
"I almost managed to escape back then." Jiang Yuan looked up at Song Yansi, her eyes brimming with tears of grievance. "But I really had no choice."
Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he took advantage of the moonlight to kiss the corner of her eye, saying, "It's good that you're back."
"What if I can't come back?" She blinked, her eyes revealing a barely concealed emotion.
"Then I'll come find you." A gentle smile crept into his eyes. He didn't know if Jiang Yuan believed him, but he was really going to go find her if she didn't come back.
This time, he had no worries whatsoever.
"Really?" Jiang Yuan stared at him blankly.
He seemed to be in a bad mood. "Hmm."
"Actually, Wei's situation is better than I thought." Jiang Yuan saw that Song Yansi was a little down because of what she said, so she patted his back to comfort him as usual. Thinking of the treatment she received in her previous life, she laughed and said, "I thought I was going to be in a water dungeon and snake pit, but I didn't expect to find a soft bed."
Her attempt to comfort him failed. Song Yansi's eyes grew increasingly dim, and finally he turned his face away, covering half of Jiang Yuan's face with the blanket. "Go to sleep."
"What are you doing!" Jiang Yuan complained, the harmonious atmosphere just moments before vanishing with the sight of this thin blanket. She kicked her little feet and grumbled, "Why aren't you using this blanket!"
"I'm hot!"
Jiang Yuan was speechless for a moment. He was hot, but wasn't she hot too? Before she could even think, her little foot kicked out, and a muffled groan came from the side. Jiang Yuan's voice was unusually loud in the quiet night, "Song Yansi! Are you crazy?!"
Chapter 43 Orioles Flying Through Willows
The sun rises above the treetops, orioles flit through the willow branches, and I still lie under the fragrant quilt.
Jiang Yuan felt a burning gaze fixed on her in her sleep, making her feel awkward and restless. As soon as she opened her eyes a crack, she met Song Yansi's scorching gaze.
The little animal's sixth sense clearly picked up on the dangerous signals, as if asking, "What are you going to do?"
"The hairpin is heavy, the black silk is smooth, the sash is loose, and the slender waist is timid." As he spoke, Song Yansi leaned down and pressed down on Jiang Yuan, holding her two soft hands above her head with one hand, and then his hand went inside her clothes. "Let's move around a bit."
"Let go." Jiang Yuan's face flushed as red as a peach blossom in March. She glanced quickly at the door. "What time is it? You're still making a scene!"
"I won't let go." As he spoke, Song Yansi's hand slid upwards, finally covering a soft spot. Meeting Jiang Yuan's eyes, which were filled with both annoyance and shyness, he gave her a quick pinch.
"Let go of me...you..." A rustling sound came from inside the room, accompanied by Jiang Yuan's deliberately lowered voice.
"Qingping." Tang Rong'an had come to find Jiang Yuan for breakfast as usual, but before she even stepped into the courtyard, she saw Qingping rush out with a flushed face, ignoring her completely. Rong'an reached out her hand, a little embarrassed, "What's wrong?"
She turned to walk back into the courtyard, but before she could take a step, Sui'er grabbed her sleeve. Rong'an looked at her curiously and saw the little maid blushing and acting coy for a long time before she realized what was happening. She then turned around, flicked her handkerchief, and walked quickly toward her own room, her face already as red as a boiled shrimp.
Early this morning, the curtains were rolled up, the east wind was warm, and the flowers were scattered in the clear sky.
The phoenix was languid and listless. Song Yansi half-embraced her, playing with her soft, boneless little hand with one hand, and suddenly said, "From today onwards, A-Yuan, stop taking your medicine."
"What medicine?" Jiang Yuan asked in surprise, lifting her head from his embrace.
"It's for contraception." Song Yansi hugged her and gently pecked her cheek.
"Didn't you say it's not advisable to get pregnant during wartime?" Jiang Yuan poked his chest curiously. "Why have you changed your mind now?"
“Yes, it’s changed.” Song Yansi sat up, looked at the person in front of him, and reached out to touch the tip of her nose.
Everything has changed, and they should have a child now, not someone else's, but Jiang Yuan's. His hand gently covered her belly, the child he had always longed for but never had the chance to meet.
It must be said that Song Yansi is a person with strong execution ability. Once he sets a goal, he goes all out. As for the war in Shuobei, he entrusted it entirely to Mu Qing.
As the saying goes, there's no such thing as land that's been over-cultivated, only oxen that have died from exhaustion.
Jiang Yuan didn't know who said it, but at that moment she just wanted to pull that person out of the ground! Liar! Her land was almost ruined, while that cow was still full of energy.
After more than ten days, Jiang Yuan was on the verge of tears. She was really too tired. Sometimes she couldn't even hold her chopsticks properly while eating. But whenever the maids in the house saw her in this disheveled state, they would all show an expression that said, "I understand, I understand!"
None of you have ever been married! What do you know!
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Jiang Yuan exploded.
That evening, as soon as Song Yansi entered the room, he saw her kneeling solemnly on the bed.
"What's wrong?" Song Yansi patted her head and sat down beside her. Before he could even put his hand on her shoulder, Jiang Yuan quickly slapped it away.
The young woman's expression turned serious. "You need to have a proper talk with me!"
"What do you want to talk about?" Song Yansi wasn't annoyed. He took off his boots with interest, sat cross-legged on the bed, and smiled, resting his chin on his hand. "Go ahead and say it."
The summer night breeze was a bit cool, blowing into the room through the window cracks, and the water-red window screen embroidered with gold thread swayed gently in the wind.
Jiang Yuan sat on the bed, her hair loosely tied up. Her moon-white inner garment was embroidered with pale crabapple blossoms, half-open, revealing a hint of her peach-colored undergarment.
As he watched, Song Yansi leaned forward and quickly pecked her on the neck.
"Are you even listening to me?!" Jiang Yuan complained, hugging her neck, pouting, and tightening her inner garment.
"I heard you." Song Yansi knew he had been too unrestrained these days, but every time he heard her kitten-like whimpers coming from beneath him, and saw her writhing and groaning beneath him, he couldn't help but want to hold her tightly. Now, seeing her pitiful appearance, he realized he had really gone too far. "What does A-Yuan want?"
"Stop for ten days!" A-Yuan said solemnly, her little face stern. This shameless lifestyle had to be stopped.
"Ten days?"
His eyes seemed a little dangerous… Jiang Yuan licked her dry lips, swallowed, and bargained, “How about… how about seven days?”
"Seven days?"
He moved closer and closer, and Jiang Yuan leaned back, her arms slightly bent as she braced herself on the bed, her heart in turmoil, "Five days! Five days should be enough!"
Seeing that Song Yanji only squinted and remained silent, Jiang Yuan bit her lip. She couldn't go any lower. Really, she was so tired; she hadn't been able to straighten her back for days. Thinking this, she put her arms around Song Yanji's neck and gently shook him. Her eyes were misty, and her voice was as soft and sweet as an autumn persimmon, "Zhongli, just say yes to me."
A faint fragrance lingered in his nostrils. Jiang Yuan was deliberately trying to please him, with a girlish coquettishness. Song Yan knew it, but he just couldn't resist it.
"Okay." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist and lowering his head to kiss her.
As his jaw was opened and his tongue touched hers, Jiang Yuan's voice was muffled by his breath. Between gasps, she mumbled incoherently, "Um... I said... we agreed."
"Just a light touch." He didn't stop, the kiss was passionate and lingering, and Jiang Yuan was dazed by his kiss, her body burning as if on fire. Song Yansi's lips gradually kissed her earlobe, his warm breath spraying on her neck, and Jiang Yuan subconsciously wrapped her legs around Song Yansi's waist.
“Ah Yuan didn’t say she didn’t want it.” His voice, tinged with teasing, rang in her ear.
This man is really... awful! Jiang Yuan thought to herself, then leaned in to kiss him back, deliberately swaying her waist to match his movements.
Her movement immediately unsettled Song Yansi. The woman before him had completely removed her robes, her long legs draped over him, her eyes sparkling. He couldn't help but get up and untie the sash on his clothes. Jiang Yuan had been waiting for this opportunity; she slipped out of his arms, rolled over, covered her chest with the blanket, and huddled in the corner with a grin.
Song Yan was dumbfounded, while Jiang Yuan was delighted, her eyes sparkling. "Since we've already made a pact, it's getting late, let's go to sleep!"
Sleep? She set a fire and ran away; how was he supposed to sleep?
Song Yansi was somewhat annoyed. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have said those words earlier. Thinking this, amidst Jiang Yuan's exclamation, he grabbed her slender foot and pulled her down to his feet. "A Yuan is too naughty!"
"Hmph!" Jiang Yuan turned her head away, her lips slightly moist and her face still flushed. She turned her face away from her and said, "You were the one who made fun of me first."
"I was wrong." Song Yansi held her legs and moved his body slightly. "Please forgive me, Madam."
"I'm magnanimous, I'll let you off the hook today." Jiang Yuan said, wrapping her arms around his waist. "But starting tomorrow, we really need to stop, otherwise, before the baby even arrives, I'll collapse..."
"Okay." Song Yansi swallowed her voice before she could finish speaking.
The next day, Jiang Yuan did not get up, not because of Song Yansi, but because her period had started.
Jiang Yuan glared fiercely at Song Yansi, who was trying not to laugh. She was unhappy, very unhappy!
After he had held it in for a while, he cleared his throat and patted her head in a pretentious manner, "It's okay, the baby won't come so soon. We'll try again after these five days."