At this moment, she was already shedding tears. The crimson color spread from the tips of her ears to her back, making her look like a new plum in the snow. The branches were bent by the heavy snow, making her look weak but beautiful. It was unbearable.
I want to fold it down.
She really lost her strength and snuggled into his arms, their clothes tightly touching each other.
Fortunately, Mu Xiang did not doubt that he was there, so she retreated after hearing the words.
Only then did she relax the tight strings in her heart, and a soft hum slipped from her lips. She turned around and wanted to push him away, but she ran into a pair of deep eyes that seemed to take her in.
A sense of fear suddenly arose in her heart, thinking about his strength last night, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction and intending to punish him with small punishments, so he froze up and did not dare to move.
Jiang Huaiyang's original intention was not to make the young lady afraid of him, but what she did really made him angry. Seeing how pitiful she looked, he let her go.
He left the bed tent and put on all his clothes, robes, and belts. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, and his hand movements were slow and slow.
The light was bright during the day, and his tall and slender back was clearly reflected in the bed curtains. She just felt that what they were doing could even be called an affair.
She didn't know how he managed to avoid everyone in the house and come in, but thinking about yesterday's noisy gongs and drums and the clouds of guests, it gave her the illusion that they were spending a night of flowers and candles.
The crimson burned from the base of her ears to her back. She put away her complicated thoughts and turned her face away. When she raised her eyes, she saw no one on the bed curtains.
She casually put on her coat and got off the bed. Seeing that he had indeed left, she raised her voice to call Mu Xiang in.
Mu Xiang brought the dress and was unfolding it. Ruan Yuyi pressed her hand and said, "Let's boil some water first. I want to take a bath, so I can boil more."
Although she was doubtful, she nodded in agreement, walked to the door, and heard Ruan Yuyi add another sentence, "Don't clean up the bed today."
She also knew that saying this would make Mu Xiang suspicious, but the bedding was really a mess. If Mu Xiang would clean it up later, Mu Xiang would have understood without her having to say anything.
About a quarter of an hour later, the water was put in the bathroom. She took off her outer shirt, unbuttoned her bellyband and underwear, subconsciously checked the water temperature, and then sat down in the pear wood tub.
The tub was not big and could only accommodate one person, and one had to kneel down. The warm water flowed over her heart, seeming to relieve a lot of the pain all over her body.
Mu Xiang glanced at it, her hand movements suddenly stopped, and her brows furrowed slightly. The traces on the young lady's body were still there, and the bruise on her waist became even more intense.
It had been some time since the young lady came back from that place. Is it so difficult to fix all this? She was a little unsure. But after all, it was hard to ask directly, so she lowered her eyes.
After bathing and grooming, she ordered Mu Xiang to bring new water, and then sent her out.
Ruan Yuyi really didn't want anyone to see the quilt, so she took it herself and stuffed it into the bathtub. She had never done these things by herself, and after a short wash, she felt her wrists became sore.
But the bedding in front of me is so big that it can't be finished in a short while, not to mention that I have to change the soapy water later.
When I touched my sleeves again, my hands were also wet.
She suddenly felt aggrieved, and the tip of her nose was sore. She was clearly trying to avoid her. She thought that there were some servants outside guarding her, so he wouldn't be able to come in, but he still got on her bed in such a grand manner.
He also teased Mu Xiang in front of her.
She knew that when she approached him with a purpose in the beginning, she acquiesced to such behavior, and now he could do anything to her.
When Mu Xiang realized that the room was too quiet, she opened the door to check, and found the young lady in the bathroom. Her green-white fingers were holding a corner of the heavy, water-soaked bedding, her eyes were dyed red, and she looked like she was about to cry.
She was startled and stepped forward, "Miss, you--"
She suddenly understood something and stopped talking. She knelt down and opened Ruan Yuyi's hand that was holding the quilt. She looked at her for a long time and then said distressedly, "Miss, please go out and have a rest. These things are for a slave to do."
No wonder the young lady was so secretive just now and ordered these weird things. Now when I think about it, it all connects up.
Although Cheng Mansion was not a big family, it still had a foothold in Beijing. Apart from that person, she really couldn't think of anyone else who would come to provoke others, and the young lady even wanted to hide it for him.
Ruan Yuyi hummed in a low voice, rubbed her wrists, glanced at the quilt, and walked out slowly.
Yesterday, the wedding ceremony was completed, but there were still three or four days to go before the bride got married, had a wedding reception, and returned home. Naturally, no one paid attention to Ruan Yuyi's side, and she was also restrained during these days.
Mrs. Cheng Zhu was passing through the hall when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in black clothes coming out of the east chamber. Her heart skipped a beat. When she looked again, the figure had disappeared behind the screen.
She was horrified, and many thoughts ran through her mind.
After inviting the new emperor to the main hall for dinner yesterday, she saw that he had no intention of leaving. She thought it was because the eldest princess was here, so she hurriedly and diligently arranged a place for him to stay.
Unexpectedly, he pointed to the courtyard to the east and asked casually, is that Zhao Rong's residence?
She was still unhappy with Sister Yi's behavior, but her eldest son was indecisive, and all his former wives had gone to find other men. He actually wanted to speak for her, causing trouble for his mother.
And when she asked this question, she seemed to have found a small mouth to talk to. She cursed several times in her heart and blurted it out. When Cheng Zhu was a young lady, she was considered a lady, but in recent years she has become more and more philistine.
, every word in his mouth becomes more dirty.
She scolded happily, completely unaware of the sinking look on the new emperor's face.
But halfway through speaking, he suddenly stood up and walked outside the main gate of Cheng Mansion, apparently about to drive back to the palace.
Mrs. Cheng Zhu felt sorry in her heart, but she didn't dare to force her to stay. Telling everyone that she had stayed in the Cheng Mansion today, how did that add glory to the Cheng Mansion.
No matter how she looked at him, he looked like a new emperor.
But how could the Lord of the world accept the seduction of such a promiscuous woman and pick up other people's broken shoes? What's more, even if Sister Yi has a good skin, Cheng Zhu doesn't think she has the ability to come close to the new emperor.
body.
She felt that this idea was ridiculous, so she took a breath, suppressed it, and no longer dared to think about it any more.
Maybe what I saw just now was just a clan member of that branch, who happened to be painted black.
Walking to the side hall, Mrs. Cheng Zhu sat at the top, rarely looking like a mother-in-law. Zhaorong followed the rules and offered tea to Mr. Cheng and her with both hands.
Master Cheng took the tea and nodded calmly.
But Mrs. Cheng Zhu dared to ask the eldest princess to kneel down for a long time. She hurriedly took the tea cup and helped the person up. With a smile on her face, she could see the powder puffs falling to the ground, and she seemed to have become a good mother-in-law.
But she couldn't tell whether the daughter-in-law she cared about was Jiang Tingxue or Princess Zhaorong.