After going out of Fanglin Gate in the north of the city, Pei Xiaoyuan took Xuyu from the carriage and put her on the horse, and the two rode together.
The autumn moon quietly hung over the peaks of the distant mountains outside the city. The Golden Crow Horse galloped lightly in the night wind, flying over the wild road in the northern suburbs like a cloud, and sent its master into the forbidden garden. The Shangyi and eunuchs on duty in the Xianli Palace unexpectedly received the princess and her husband who arrived overnight. After a short period of running back and forth, the gate of the palace was soon opened, and the night shadows were dispersed by the bright lights inside. After the Shangyi led everyone to welcome the princess and her husband into the garden under the silver fire, the two palace gates quietly closed again, blocking out all the complexity and disturbances that made people restless.
In the western bedroom of the Rainbow Hall, in the steamy bath room, the young man who had waited for his beauty for a long day could no longer restrain himself. He dismissed the maid who was bathing her, and, under the flickering silver lamp, he embraced her in his arms in a bath of sandalwood and ruthenium incense. The water surface was surging violently, gleaming darkly under the lamplight. The fragrant soup overflowed from the edge of the bucket from time to time, gradually wetting the nearby aragonite floor covered with goose eggs.
When he was able to turn to the bed, he finally obeyed her completely, lying on the pillow and letting her check his injured shoulder.
She had reminded him repeatedly and tried to stop him, but she still failed to stop him from being so rash. She could only cooperate with him completely to avoid getting his injured shoulder wet. But she didn't know how it happened, and now she saw that the tie on his shoulder injury was still mostly wet.
"I told you not to, but you wouldn't listen!"
She covered her body with a piece of clothing, and sat with her legs apart on the thin waist under his bare back, while changing the tie for him and complaining. He closed his eyes, pressed his face deep into the pillow, and listened to her scolding herself without saying a word. When she leaned over his back or moved slightly, the ends of her hair would brush against his skin like a piece of cool and soft silk. He secretly savored this feeling, and was aroused again. When she finished tying the bandage for him and was about to get off his waist and back, he reached out his arm with his backhand, put his palm through the hem of the clothes hanging from her body, and quietly grasped a section of her smooth thigh below, stopping her from leaving.
At first she didn't realize his intention, she just felt his calloused palms pressed against her, slowly rubbing her bent knees under her clothes, slightly itchy. She chuckled and quickly retracted her legs, trying to remove his hands, but he turned over and she ended up sitting on his waist.
She was startled at first, but soon her eyes widened in surprise and she exclaimed softly, "Isn't it just now..."
Her voice then disappeared.
After a long time, the sound of the palace clock at three o'clock in the morning came faintly from somewhere far away and reached my ears.
"Are you asleep?"
She asked, her voice still carrying some of the emotion that had not yet faded.
I slept too much during the day, and although my body felt tired and sore now, I was not sleepy yet.
His violent panting finally calmed down. He opened his eyes, and in the dim light shining through the curtains, he reached out to her and stroked her still hot cheek, then lowered his head towards her and kissed the mouth that had just spoken to him.