Ji Wushang was slightly out of breath when he was released.
When Ji Wushang met his eyes, his face turned completely red. He smiled, regretting that he couldn't stay with her tonight. It was such a spoilsport and a real pity.
Just then, a muffled thud was heard, and Ji Wushang's face changed. She immediately clutched her lower abdomen. Nan Xuzong chuckled, "Hungry? Come, come and have a meal." His eyes were full of tenderness as he placed his warm hand over her slender hand.
"Hmm." Ji Wushang pursed her lips, and his hand was taken by him as they walked to the table.
He glanced at his robe and noticed it was a bit dirty. After thinking for a moment, he pulled her to sit down on the stool. "You eat first, I'll be right back."
"What's wrong?" Ji Wushang looked at him, but he just smiled and walked away immediately.
Ji Wushang could only wait. It would be ready in a little while. He couldn't eat that much by himself. But what was he doing?
"I told you not to wait, are you hungry again?" Ji Wushang hadn't finished being in a daze when he reappeared. Ji Wushang quickly got up and turned around to look at him, only to find that he had changed into a clean robe and had even wiped his face.
Ji Wushang was surprised by his speed, but he had already come forward. "You're here, hurry up and have your meal!" He smiled and without any hesitation placed one hand on Ji Wushang's waist, pulled her into his arms, and after adjusting the angle slightly, he was already sitting at the table with her in his arms.
"Cong!" Before Ji Wushang could exclaim, he had already hugged her tightly. "What is it?" His warm breath touched her delicate neck, and Ji Wushang was stunned. He picked up his chopsticks. "I wonder if these dishes are good. I remember the soup you made for me back then. After drinking it, I only had one sentence in my heart."
"What did you say?" Ji Wushang immediately perked up. He had finished all the soup she had made for him, which had astonished her at the time. She had wanted to try it herself, but he refused.
"After drinking the soup you made, I can't drink any other soup in this life." Nan Xuzong smiled as he hugged Ji Wushang and reached out to put some food in her bowl.
Thinking back to the taste of the soup she made for him, it was incredibly strange. Not wanting to disappoint her, he drank it all, which made him unable to stomach any soup the cook made afterward. Nan Xuzong smiled. This girl, she really had him completely tamed.
Ji Wushang felt a sweet warmth in his heart, "I'll make it for you later."
“…Hmm.” Nan Xuzong hesitated for a moment, “Okay.” He would definitely finish eating and drinking whatever she did, but would there be such days and such opportunities again?
Nan Xuzong shook off his thoughts and smiled as he served her food. Ji Wushang was happy and content, nestled in his arms, enjoying all of this wonderful moment.
However, this happiness washed away her initial doubts. Ji Wushang had forgotten to ask about the few words Nan Xuzong had overheard outside the door.
Nan Xuzong cherished this time immensely. He was very gentle, and only ate a little himself after she had finished eating. Ji Wushang, seeing that he had been so focused on taking care of her that he had forgotten about her, struggled to immediately pick up a few bites of food for him.
Ji Wushang put down her chopsticks and watched him eat the last bite of food. She stared intently at Nan Xucong, "Cong."
"Hmm?" Nan Xuzong smiled and glanced out the window behind her. It was already past 9 PM (Beijing time).
"I'd better not say it." Ji Wushang sighed and leaned against him. "Waaah, you're so good to me, Nan Xuzong, you're so good to me..." She couldn't help but sob in his arms, but her sobs were soft and suppressed.
He let her sob softly in his arms, his large hand gently patting her back, his smile brighter than the moonlight outside the window. "You are my everything. How could I not treat you well?" He smiled. "It's not good to always be crying. Don't cry anymore, okay?" He kissed her forehead. "Your tears are the ones I can't bear to see, and the ones I cherish most. What I love is that you always keep your tears hidden and don't let them fall." He smiled sweetly, gently lifting her head with his hand, his eyes looking at her. Her tearful eyes looked back at him.
He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eye. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. His thin lips, warm, kissed her eyes. "It tastes a little salty... Wu Shang, don't cry for me, okay?" He looked at her.
Ji Wushang nodded, but how could he simply suppress the feelings in his heart?
He sighed softly, held her in his arms, got up, grabbed a cloak from the side and draped it over his shoulders, then carried her out of the kitchen.
All the servants in the mansion, seeing the two of them, consciously moved aside to avoid them.
Ji Wushang buried his head in his chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat. He felt the wind pick up, so he quickly pulled off the cloak behind him and covered Ji Wushang with it.
She immediately looked up at him, while he quickened his pace. From her angle, she could see his chiseled, handsome face, so striking it was breathtaking, and his long eyelashes possessed a captivating charm.
Hongfei and Cuiwu saw Nan Xuzong carrying Ji Wushang back outside the door and immediately opened the door, "Your Highness, the Fourth Imperial Consort!"
Nan Xuzong carried Ji Wushang into the room, saying, "Prepare hot water for the Imperial Concubine to bathe in."
"Yes." Hongfei and Cuiwu immediately ran off to give instructions on what to do.
He placed Ji Wushang on the chaise lounge, then sat beside her, looking at her with his dark eyes. "You take a bath first, I have some things to take care of."
Upon hearing this, Ji Wushang recalled what he had overheard earlier, and quickly asked as Nan Xuzong was about to leave, "Are you going out tonight?"
"I'm not going anywhere tonight, I'll just stay with you. I'll go get some books to read, I'll be right back," Nan Xuzong explained, turning around.
“But I just heard you say outside the kitchen that you would arrive at midnight sharp. Where are you going?” Ji Wushang stood up and walked quickly forward.
She was only a little above his chest. She looked up at him.
“I’ll go change the time right now.” Nan Xuzong smiled and leaned closer. “I want you tonight, so I won’t leave you.” His ambiguous tone whispered in her ear, causing Ji Wushang to blush and freeze in shock.
He was surprisingly blunt.
While Ji Wushang was still in a daze, Nan Xuzong had already turned around and walked out, giving the order as he left, "Serve the Imperial Concubine to bathe."
"Yes." Hongfei and Cuiwu quickly stepped forward, "Fourth Imperial Consort."
Ji Wushang snapped out of her reverie and looked at Hongfei and Cuiwu, who were also looking at her. Suddenly, she said, "Fourth Imperial Consort, your face is a little red. Do you have a fever?"
Hongfei's words startled Cuiwu. "Quickly, get a doctor!"
"No, no need." Ji Wushang looked embarrassed and turned to walk behind the screen. "It's a bit hot, I'm fine."
Hongfei and Cuiwu nodded and then followed to serve Ji Wushang.
Nan Xuzong quickly brought some books from the study, placed them on the desk, and began to read them carefully. The sound of water could be heard coming from behind the screen.
Thinking back to the blush on her face just now, Nan Xuzong smiled, realizing he really could say anything.
Dipping his brush in ink, his flowing, elegant characters immediately appeared on the rice paper. Two small slips of paper. Nan Xuzong blew on the ink with his thin lips.
A pigeon landed in a courtyard. A handsome man caught it, then took a small piece of paper from its feet, opened it, and read it. His expression remained largely unchanged. He casually picked up a candlestick and burned the paper.
The man stood up from his desk, opened the study door to go out, but saw Ma Ruyi standing there holding a bowl of lotus seed soup.
"Why didn't you knock?" Huangfu Xuan's eyes darkened. He stepped forward and took the lotus seed soup from the bowl. "You've just recovered from a long illness, so don't do these hard and tiring things."
“I enjoy making it.” Ma Ruyi smiled at him. “I guessed you were probably hungry, so I made lotus seed soup for you.”
Huangfu Xuan nodded, looked at the lotus seed soup in front of him, smiled, and then sat back down at his desk, eating it in front of her without saying a word.
Ma Ruyi was pleased to see him eating.
After Huangfu Xuan finished eating, he put down his bowl and said, "You should go back and rest first. I have some things to do and need to go out."
"What is it?" Ma Ruyi looked at Huangfu Xuan. "Why don't you let me come along?"
"Hmm." Huangfu Xuan walked to her side, looked down at her, and said, "With my beloved consort's help, we'll definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort!"
Ji Wushang had no idea why he felt sleepy while washing. Hongfei and Cuiwu had left at some point, and Nan Xuzong was standing in front of him.
She opened her hazy eyes, "Cong."
"Okay, go to sleep if you're tired!" Nan Xuzong smiled, lifted her out of the water, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around her to dry her off. He then reached out and draped a gauze robe over her shoulders.
Ji Wushang felt a dazed sensation, as if she were in a dream. The gentle caress made her feel a surge of heat within her. She looked at the man before her, his thin lips lightly brushing against her delicate collarbone.
He said he would be with her tonight, and that he wanted her.
Thinking of this, Ji Wushang blushed again. Nan Xuzong smiled and gently caressed her beauty through her gauze dress. She couldn't help but tremble. "Cong." The almost inaudible sound was like a cat's affectionate cry, which moved Nan Xuzong even more.
Yes, he drugged her.
She's too smart, but Nan Xuzong can't bear to give her up, can't bear to let her take risks, can't bear to make her worry, so...
He took off his robe and pulled open her gauze dress, then covered her with his thin lips.
She moved her body with emotion, as if a fire had ignited in her heart. Unexpectedly, it was so hot, and he seemed so sweet, so refreshing and delicious.
Ji Wushang climbed onto his neck and offered him a sweet kiss. He smiled and slid his fingers down her back with a hint of tenderness, gliding up her long, beautiful legs.
Their tongues intertwined, one hand clasped tightly with the other, while the other hand cautiously explored the most intimate place. Only when they felt that sensitive spot did they begin to communicate more closely.
Mmm. That voice was like heavenly music. His dark eyes, filled with deep affection, locked onto every expression on her face. That moving voice touched his heart.
He couldn't resist any longer. He released her, adjusted his position, and spoke gently, yet with a wild and handsome quality unique to him. Having been apart from lovemaking for so long, she felt as tight as ever, and he almost surrendered in one spurt.
His thin lips were slightly pursed, but fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Surprisingly, it was so rhythmic.
This was a beautiful and moving melody, the candlelight flickering, illuminating the intertwined figures of two people inside the bed curtains, the beautiful notes sung captivating his heart.
Just then, a gust of wind blew in, the candlelight flickered, and then returned to its calm burning.
He smiled and looked at his lover beneath him, whose eyes were now burning with desire. He continued as before, but with even more force and speed.
The man leaning against the back wall closed his eyes. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that Nan Xuzong was here... He had come at the wrong time!
But doesn't Nan Xuzong know he's here? Bastard!
It took so long! The candlelight had almost burned out before he thought to hurry up. Did he truly not know someone was there, or was he completely indifferent to the uninvited guest who had arrived?
Finally, after a long while, the feeling in that instant made her let out a muffled groan, but he had no intention of letting her go so easily.
With a flick of the finger, the candlelight, which was almost burned out, now shone even brighter.
The light made everything on the bed even clearer and more alluring.
The man's face was ashen. He turned away slightly, but the air was thick with the smell of lovemaking, which was like a knife twisting in his heart! At that moment, the man wished he could blind himself, destroy his ears, and ruin his nose!
Why did I have to run into this? Why? Why was I brought here at this moment, only to suffer such pain? He still considers me a brother? Ha, how ridiculous!
The man tried to find the button in the secret room, but all he heard were sounds of lovemaking, piss, piss.
"Find a chance to kill him!" The man had this thought at that moment.
But he was her lover, and she loved him deeply... Wasn't it only natural for them to do this? Why kill him? Beigong Minhao slid to the ground, staring blankly into the darkness with a sorrowful expression.
He had gone to the wrong place, miscalculated the time, and gotten lost... It was all his fault! Beigong Minhao reached out and touched his chest, counting his ribs. Three ribs were barely held together by medicine. He didn't even know how the old man had managed to put his shattered ribs back together...
I inevitably experience chest pain whenever the weather changes, whether it's sunny or cloudy.
Beigong Minhao closed his eyes, pressed his acupoints to seal his hearing, and touched the mechanism of the secret passage. But, damn it, he couldn't open it! Beigong Minhao's face turned ashen.
At this moment, Nan Xuzong picked her up and turned her around, so that they were now in a sitting position. Her eyelashes were slightly closed, and he gently explored her tongue, swirling and playing with it, while below, their bodies were already joined together.
He casually lifted the quilt, covering her private parts, but it wasn't hard to guess what he and she were doing beneath it.
Ji Wushang was completely out of control; only musical notes escaped his lips, not forming any sentences. And yet, he endured it all.
With a flip, he pressed her back onto the couch, his pace quickening beneath her.
The moonlight moved slowly.
Her fingernails had dug into his shoulder, her face seemingly enduring both pain and passion, but he just couldn't stop, pressing harder and harder, savagely, domineeringly, and deeply.
Her fingernail slid down, leaving a thin, long mark deep on his back. Stimulated, his eyes turned red, as if he wanted to knock her away!
Beigong Minhao wished he were dead. He reached out to push the door to the secret room, but unexpectedly, he touched a small part, and the door slid slightly.
He closed his eyes, trying his best to calm himself down, and turned to enter the secret room.
He practically scrambled back to his chair, nearly collapsing from exhaustion. This pain was far greater than when Yi Yun Shangcheng severed his tendons and crippled his martial arts! It was far more painful than when Yi Yun Shangcheng broke his ribs, causing him to vomit blood and nearly die!
He can't breathe!