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Yuan Cixian was thinking secretly while using the paper and pen on the table beside her to write a note to Lu Shiqing later. Suddenly, she heard a soft whisper in the silent carriage, which sounded like Zheng Zhuo talking in his sleep.
When she heard the voice, she turned her head to glance at his face. Although he was still pale, the dark blue deathly aura that had originally settled on his forehead had faded a little. Thinking that his life was safe, she did not go close to care.
However, the carriage was too quiet, and even though she was far away, she could still hear him shouting "water", as if he was thirsty and uncomfortable in his sleep. Seeing that Chen Zhan had not returned, she had no choice but to find the water bag in the carriage, unscrew the bag cover, hold up his neck with one hand, and tilt the bag mouth to his mouth with the other hand.
Zheng Zhuo seemed to be aware of something while he was half asleep and half awake, and he started to sip his drink.
Yuan Cixian was afraid that the cold water would hurt his body, so she didn't give him too much to drink. She just poured a little and took it back. He frowned as if he didn't drink enough, but he didn't subconsciously fight for it. He lay back down peacefully, and then continued to talk nonsense, making intermittent delirium.
Yuan Cixian packed up the water bag and looked back to see that the blanket on his body had slipped down a little due to the previous movement, so she went forward to cover him, and heard him mumble: "Mother, no one pushed the child..."
She was slightly startled, thinking that this dream talk was related to the assassination incident at the bank of Qujiang River just now, so she leaned closer to him and heard him repeating: "No one pushed the child, I fell down by myself..."
Yuan Cixian frowned, thinking that she had misunderstood. Just as she was about to leave the couch, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her hand. Zheng Zhuo, who was still groggy from dreaming, grabbed her hand and said, "Mother... I'm fine, no one is bullying me... You don't have to speak for me..."
Her eyebrows twitched with embarrassment, and she hurriedly tried to pull her hand back, but she did not expect that he was incredibly strong while he was seriously injured and asleep, and her hand did not move at all, and instead he held it a little tighter.
Yuan Cixian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She tried to pry his fingers apart, but to no avail. She had to put one hand on the edge of the couch to gain leverage and desperately pulled her hand out, shouting at him, "Your Highness, I'm not Concubine Xue, please let go!"
She failed to wake Zheng Zhuo up, but fortunately Chen Zhan came.
Chen Zhan lifted the curtain and saw this scene. He was immediately horrified. He put his Hu clothing aside and hurried forward to help her get out of the way. After putting Zheng Zhuo's hand back into the quilt, he apologized to her and said, "County Lady, I'm sorry. Your Highness didn't mean it."
Yuan Cixian knew that he didn't mean to mistake his mother. She hid her red and sore hands behind her back and shook them twice to relax a little. Then she reached out to take the Hufu and explained, "There are some important officials in the tavern. I think they don't dare to chase us to this alley. You just wait here for news from Minister Lu."
Chen Zhan nodded. When he saw her getting up and about to lift the curtain to go down, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Your Highness was talking in his sleep just now, saying that no one pushed him and he fell down by himself. What's going on?"
He was stunned, thought for a moment and then said uncertainly, "Maybe he was talking about his childhood. I heard that your Highness had a hard time when he was young, and was often bullied by his brothers. One time, he was pushed off a rockery and almost broke his leg. Mr. Xue was so distressed that he cried and asked him who did it, but he refused to say."
After hearing this, Yuan Cixian paused, sighed, and went downstairs without saying anything.
*
A stick of incense later, she successfully disguised herself as a Hu girl in the tavern under the cover of Jianzhi, arrived at the door of Lu Shiqing's room, and walked in with a fruit plate.
There were several Hu people playing music inside, and two Hu girls were dancing beside them, their azure blue dresses swirling so beautifully. She saw Lu Shiqing sitting farthest from them, talking to an official beside him, and he didn't seem to notice the cute little Hu girl sneaking in.
She was satisfied but also slightly worried. The fiery red dress she was wearing was very similar to the one she wore when she dressed up as a Uighur woman in the suburbs of Chang'an last year, and the veil was almost the same. She was not afraid that Lu Shiqing would not be able to recognize her with his eyes, but she was no match for him not even looking at her.
But she didn't want to make any noise to attract his attention, for fear that everyone present would notice something was wrong.
After she put down the fruits, she should have left, but Lu Shiqing really didn't give her even a glance from beginning to end. When she was about to retreat to the door, she heard the sheng music reaching its climax. As the music became increasingly urgent, two Hu girls began to spin rapidly. She closed her eyes and made up her mind, and turned around to join them.
Several officials at the long table nearby were all shocked by the sudden action of "sending melons to Hu Ji". However, Lu Shiqing was still talking to an old official beside him in a leisurely manner: "What you said is not untrue..."
He paused here, and suddenly he felt a fragrant breeze blowing on his face, as if a group of bright red peonies were approaching. Looking closely, he saw a Hu girl who appeared out of nowhere, walking towards him in a circle, and was about to bump into his arms.
Before Lu Shiqing could think deeply, her body had already reacted. At the moment when she was about to fall on him, she suddenly stood up and retreated.
With a loud bang, Yuan Cixian fell chest down on the ground and hissed in pain.
“…” She really shouldn’t have had any hope in him.
Officials around were startled by the loud noise and turned their heads to look at her. The music in the room also stopped abruptly. Lu Shiqing was frowning and preparing to adjust his sleeves when he heard the familiar "hissing" sound and suddenly felt something was wrong. He lowered his head.
When he lowered his head, he happened to meet the person lying on the ground. He turned around angrily and aggrievedly, and a pair of peach-shaped eyes looked at him with tears in them.
He recognized Yuan Cixian at a glance, and his eyes widened into four sizes, but he quickly realized where he was and who was around him, and quickly returned to normal.
Unexpectedly, the official closest to Yuan Cixian saw this and sighed to him, "Minister Lu really doesn't know how to be gentle and considerate to women." After saying that, he tried to help the person on the ground with great compassion.
His pupils shrank, and he immediately leaned forward a step, stretched out a hand at the right time to block, supported Yuan Cixian through her sleeve, and then said calmly and apologetically: "Lu is rude."
After saying that, he quietly pinched her arm where no one else could see as a punishment, as if blaming her for coming here to play for no reason.
Yuan Cixian had just landed on her breasts and was seeing stars in pain. She wanted to cry, but she didn't forget her business. The moment he helped her up, she quickly stuffed a note into his hand.
Lu Shiqing understood at once, his expression unchanged, he quietly hid the note between his fingers, then returned to his seat, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and with this concealment, he could see the contents of the note clearly at a glance.
Naturally, everyone present thought that he was dissatisfied with Hu Ji's filthiness. Someone asked curiously, "Could it be that Minister Lu was also so ruthless to the Princess of Lancang County?"
Yuan Cihan had not intended to stay long and had already retreated to the door, ready to pretend to be hurt and leave. However, when he heard these words, he paused, a little curious about his answer.
Lu Shiqing looked ahead, and noticed her pause with his peripheral vision. He thought that she might have been wronged and wanted to hear good things, so he smiled and replied, "At home, my wife is more ruthless than me."
Everyone around was stunned and sighed.
Although he didn't answer directly, his words were more powerful than "no". I didn't expect Lu Shiqing, who was known for his sour face, to be henpecked.
Thinking in this way, it seemed that the poor little Hu Ji did not deserve to fall.
Upon hearing that, Yuan Cihan happily walked out of the door and was helped out of the tavern by Jianzhi.
The message had already been sent out, so she decided to let go of Zheng Zhuo, so as not to attract the attention of someone with ulterior motives. After she came out, she took the old route back home, rubbing her swollen and painful chest all the way.
About half an hour after she returned home, Lu Shiqing also came back. Hearing the servant say that she was in the bedroom, he hurried into the courtyard carrying a bunch of miscellaneous items. When he arrived at the bedroom, he saw that she seemed to have just taken a bath, wearing a thin inner garment, with black hair lazily squinting her eyes, sleeping on the bed, her head between her arms, and a pillow under her arms.
Shi Cui was massaging her shoulders and back.
Seeing that she seemed not to notice him coming, Lu Shiqing quietly winked at Shi Cui, signaling her to leave. Then he quietly put down the pile of food he had bought from the West Market as an apology, sat down beside the bed and took over her work.
Yuan Cixian had a sore back and was so tired that she almost fell asleep. In her drowsiness, she didn't notice the difference in the strength and technique between the two people.
Lu Shiqing had never done this kind of work before, and he didn't know how to control the intensity. In order not to hurt her, he went lightly. Unexpectedly, perhaps because he was too cautious, he heard Yuan Cixian mumbled, "You are scratching the cat, go harder..."
He didn't breathe, and quietly increased his strength. Although the flesh his hands touched was separated by a layer of inner clothes, it was still smooth and tender, and it was indescribable. Yuan Cixian's figure seemed to be plump if she was a little more, and bony if she was a little less, and the person who was massaging her shoulders and back really enjoyed it.
Lu Shiqing himself did not realize that after a while, his palms gradually became hot, and his movements became somewhat erotic, almost changing from kneading to caressing. After sliding over her waist and moving up, his hands uncontrollably passed through her armpits, went around the front of her head that was pressed by her, and rubbed it.
Yuan Cixian let out a short "ah" and suddenly rolled to the side of the bed. Then she covered her chest where she had been violated and looked at him in horror with her eyes wide open.
Only then did Lu Shiqing realize what shameless thing he had just done, and he looked back at her with wide eyes, as if he was very surprised by his own frivolous behavior.
"You... when did you come!" Yuan Cixian suddenly came to her senses and asked him angrily, her eyes blazing with anger.
Lu Shiqing coughed, turned away and said, "Not long ago."
Yuan Cixian refused to let him get away with it and said angrily, "It's not enough that you threw me down, you also pinched my breasts!"
"… "
I’m afraid Yuan Cixian is the only one in the world who could ask such a straightforward question.
Lu Shiqing had no choice but to explain seriously: "I saw that you were hurt from the fall. I'll help you get better faster by removing the bruises and swelling."
Still making excuses. Screw her!
Yuan Cixian picked up the thin quilt at hand, threw it at him angrily, and signaled him to leave.
He had no choice but to swallow his pride at this time. He took the quilt and put it aside. He quickly took off his boots and got on the bed. Then he said, "I'm serious. Let me see." As he said that, he was about to touch her clothes.
Yuan Cixian slapped his hand away in disgust: "Lu Shiqing, you are getting dirtier and dirtier!" He climbed into bed without taking a shower or washing his hands, and even tried to defile such a pure girl.
Lu Shiqing smiled and moved closer: "Then I'll use my mouth."
The hands may indeed be dirty, but the mouth is clean.
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