The familiar scent of pine from the man filled her arms. Jiang Miao's eyes suddenly lit up and she turned around to hug him back.
"Well, let me hold you for a while."
Shen Yanqing hugged her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and whispered against her ear with his lips. Jiang Miao felt a tingling sensation, and her little head nodded uncontrollably.
Jiang Miao also experienced days of continuous work in his previous life, so he naturally knew that he had been working hard these days.
In the quiet study room, the two of them were silent. Shen Yanqing was half-bent, and Jiang Miao's breathing gradually became heavier on her shoulders. The ginseng soup on the table had cooled down. She didn't dare to move, and her shoulders were a little sore.
"Ms. sir, drink the soup first and go to bed to rest."
His position was really uncomfortable. Shen Yanqing could still fall asleep, which showed that he was really exhausted. Jiang Miao felt distressed and patted his back. The man slowly opened his eyes, his breath hitting the back of her neck. Jiang Miao's skin itched and she couldn't help but shrink her neck.
"Oh, I don't want to move."
When the man saw her sensitivity, a smile appeared in his eyes and he hugged her tighter.
"But my shoulders are sore..."
When Jiang Miao saw Shen Yanqing acting coquettishly with her, her heart softened, but her stiff and sore shoulders always reminded her that she wanted to move around, and no matter how sweet a man's coquettishness was, it was not as important as her own physical comfort.
"Squeamish bag."
Shen Yanqing stood up from her shoulder, hooked her nose with his index finger, and said scolding words, but the doting in his eyes almost drowned her.
"The soup is almost cold, drink it quickly."
She stewed the ginseng soup herself. Originally, he was not coming back today, but Jiang Miao wanted Zhu Kuan to send it to the Ministry of Revenue. Unexpectedly, Shen Yanqing was finally finished today.
"No rush, let's eat something else first."
"What to eat... Wuwu"
"you."
Before Jiang Miao could react, the man carried her onto the table. She was holding her hands on the shelf, her back pressed against the wall. The warm spring breeze in April, carrying the fragrance of flowers, blew in from outside the window, and the window screen rustled. There was a sound, and a peach blossom stretched out through the crack of the window, its pink petals as delicate as the face of the woman in the room.
She closed her eyes tightly, her pink cheeks on both sides were filled with blush, and a few tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, which were kissed gently by the man.
"Miaoya, I miss you so much..."
These days he is in the Ministry of Household Affairs, thinking about the woman under him all the time. Serving the country and the people is his ideal, but without Jiang Miao's company, this ideal is just boring.
He used to think that women would only affect his ambitions, but when he met Jiang Miao, all Shen Yanqing's rationality collapsed. It turned out that he was also a human being, and he also had emotions and desires.
"I miss you as well."
Jiang Miao stretched out her arms and put her arms around his back, and the two of them pressed closer together. A red light flashed in the man's eyes, and all his lust went straight to heaven. He picked her up and carried her from the desk to the imperial concubine's couch under the window. .
The lights were on in the outer courtyard, and there were maids and women walking around in the corridor. The voices of their voices reached the ears of the two of them. Jiang Miao followed the man's movements. She bit her lip, and her sweet voice was blocked in her mouth.
"There's someone outside..."
She pushed Shen Yanqing's chest to make him stop. It was dinner time, and if Qinglian and the others suddenly came in, she would be ashamed to death.
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Men who had been idle for more than ten days could easily stop once they started having sex. The shadows on the window swayed, and they did not stop until the candles on the table burned out.
Qinglian and Qingwei were no longer the ignorant little maids they had been. Seeing that the study door was closed tightly and the adults had not come out since they entered, they vaguely knew in their hearts that the two of them were being affectionate. She asked the kitchen to prepare water and put the When the food was hot, I took Qingwei back to the house first.
According to the physical strength of the adults in her family, they won't be able to finish their work before midnight.
Jiang Miao didn't know how Shen Yanqing's Qingjun's small body was so strong, but she obediently shut her mouth when she looked at the abdominal muscles on his upper body. It seemed that Shen Yan had not neglected to exercise besides studying. , but good physical strength is better than weak chicken, otherwise no matter how good-looking he is, she doesn’t want a useless man.
"Hungry..."
After struggling for so long, Jiang Miao had no energy left in her body and her stomach was empty. It was past midnight and she hadn't eaten dinner yet.
"I'll go to the kitchen and bring it over."
The ginseng soup had completely cooled down. Shen Yanqing took it to the kitchen to heat it up. Mrs. Lu cooked all home-cooked dishes, including a plate of stir-fried shrimps, a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, a plate of Chinese toon eggs, and a bowl of ginseng. Jiang Miao was too tired to get up, so she lay down on the imperial concubine's bed and let Shen Yanqing feed her.
The two of them couldn't help but rub their ears and temples together while eating. After finishing the meal, Jiang Miao's lips were swollen.
"I won't eat." If she continued to eat, she was afraid that she would become a snack on his plate again. She was very sore now and did not dare to provoke him again.
"Um."
Shen Yanqing wiped her mouth and finished eating her leftovers. He had exhausted a lot of energy today and was very hungry now. Mrs. Lu's cooking was not small, but it was eaten by the two of them. He drank up all the soup base.
"Go and clean up."
Jiang Miao stretched out a white and tender foot from the quilt and kicked his leg, and moved her mouth to the desk beside her. They were too ridiculous in the evening, and all the papers and books on it were thrown to the ground. Jiang Miao didn't want to move. Of course whoever throws it away will pick it up.
Shen Yanqing first put the tray in the kitchen, filled a basin of hot water and wiped her body. After Jiang Miao felt comfortable, she went to clean up the mess.
The books were picked up and placed neatly on the table, the wet white paper was thrown into the charcoal basin, and Shen Yanqing picked up all the papers scattered on the floor.
"What's this?"
He saw the drawing on the ground at a glance. It showed an exquisite waterwheel with the parts and dimensions marked on it. There was no waterwheel in Furong Town, but Shen Yanqing had seen it in a book. He was busy with spring planting these days. He had read some agricultural books, so he was not unfamiliar with the waterwheel, but he didn't know why it appeared in his study.
"Waterwheel."
Jiang Miao got up from the imperial concubine's couch with the quilt in her arms. After struggling for most of the night, she almost forgot the drawing she had drawn. Fortunately, the two of them didn't get it dirty and crushed when they were struggling, otherwise her half-day efforts would have been in vain. .
"Did you draw it?"
Shen Yanqing took the drawing and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the brighter his eyes became. This waterwheel was more exquisite than what he had seen in the book. He knew that Jiang Miao was good at painting and had many ideas, but he was still amazed by her. .
"Huh, that's not it!" Jiang Miao looked arrogant after hearing Shen Yanqing's words. How could there be another person in this study besides her?
"You are busy with official duties, so spring planting is cumbersome. I also want to help you. This water truck can be made for irrigation, which will increase production..."
