Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 411 Oolong

Liu Jiqian suddenly chuckled, raised his hand to straighten his torn collar, half-closed his golden eyes, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish: "What do you mean? I am having a private conversation with my husband, how can you barge in like this?"

His fingertips gently brushed the red marks on Lu Wensheng's wrist, and his tone was somewhat ostentatious and intimate: "Why don't you leave quickly?"

It seems like a done deal.

The knife that Li Zheng picked up fell to the ground with a clang again, his eyes widened as if they were bells: "Prince consort, Prince consort?!"

Tang He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. The rolling pin in Yan Zhaoming's hand also fell to the ground. Ye Yingzhou's hands that were holding the door frame suddenly tightened, his knuckles turned white, and he measured his forehead - there was no fever.

The four of them were bubbling with jealousy: They came in a hurry to save someone, but ended up becoming part of someone else's party?!

Lu Wensheng sighed and felt like a duck being roasted on a fire.

He looked at Liu Jiqian's smug eyes, and suddenly had the urge to throw the pot away - after all, he couldn't wash it away even if he jumped into the Yellow River...

The four people outside the tent looked at each other. Li Zheng scratched his head and muttered quietly: "This... can be considered a successful rescue?"

Ye Yingzhou rubbed his brows and turned to the door: "Let's go out first. There are some things... it's better for us not to know."

Yan Zhaoming sighed and picked up the rolling pin on the ground: "I thought there would be something exciting to watch..."

Tang He looked at the bed reluctantly, and was dragged out by Li Zhe by the collar: "Don't look at it, or your senior brother will kill someone!"

"Liu Jiqian," Lu Wensheng sat up and looked seriously into the other's golden-red eyes, "You'd better remember what you did today." He will settle the score later.

Liu Jiqian misunderstood, thinking that Lu Wensheng was brooding over this matter. His eyes were firm and persistent, and his tone was unquestionable and resolute: "Now that things have come to this, I don't regret it, and I won't regret it."

After saying this, he raised his chin slightly, as if saying "I'm sure of it."

"Row."

Lu Wensheng agreed straightforwardly and glanced at the window inadvertently. He saw several dark shadows lying outside the window stealthily. Even their shadows were clearly reflected on the window paper, but they still thought they were unnoticed.

He secretly complained in his heart, these big fools, do they think he is blind?

"Then just pretend they have never been here and tell them to go back." Lu Wensheng was too lazy to argue anymore and just wanted to end this farce quickly.

"Of course." Liu Jiqian was very easy to talk to at this moment, as if he had received some great reward, and his eyes were filled with an unconcealable smile.

When the noise outside gradually died down and the room returned to silence, the two looked at each other and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Lu Wensheng felt exhausted both physically and mentally. Thinking of resting quickly, he untied his belt with ease.

But who could have expected that when Liu Jiqian saw this, his originally fair cheeks instantly turned red, like clouds dyed by the sunset, his eyes were full of shyness and timidity, and his hands frantically fiddled with the corners of his clothes: "How can you sleep together before you get married? This is too unrestrained and not in accordance with etiquette..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it almost became a mosquito-like whisper.

Lu Wensheng paused, his face full of question marks, and he almost thought he had heard it wrong.

He stared at Liu Jiqian with wide eyes in disbelief: "You are the one who arrested me, and now you are the one who says I am not reserved. Liu Jiqian, what do you mean? You are both open and feudal, right?"

Lu Wensheng stared at Liu Jiqian's shy expression, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this man was truly feudal or just a hypocrite - who was the one who just robbed the man? Who was the one who kissed him until the corner of his mouth was broken? And now he was talking to him about etiquette?

He felt his temples throbbing, and the fatigue of being a sandwich cookie in Chen's house last night suddenly swept over his body. He simply lay on the side of the bed and covered his head with the quilt. "It's up to you whether you want to sleep or not."

The tent suddenly fell into dead silence, only the sinking water incense in the incense burner was still "crackling" and emitting oil sparks.

Lu Wensheng heard the sound of footsteps through the quilt, followed by the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

He lifted a corner of the quilt and saw Liu Jiqian sitting upright on the edge of the bed, his back straight, his silver-gray hair neatly tied up with a jade hairpin, looking like a bride being stuffed into a wedding bed.

"Do you want to sleep?" Lu Wensheng asked unhappily.

Liu Jiqian shook his head violently, but when he saw Lu Wensheng frowning, he nodded hurriedly, his ears so red that they almost bled.

After some hesitation, he carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down on his side as if he was afraid of waking up some precious porcelain, with his hands folded neatly in front of his abdomen, like an exquisite puppet.

Lu Wensheng looked at the gilded patterns on the ceiling of the tent and listened to the deliberately light breathing of the person beside him, and suddenly he felt a ridiculous sense of exhaustion.

Before he closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was Liu Jiqian's fingertips hanging by his side, slightly curled up, as if he wanted to touch something, but was trying hard to restrain himself...

Although he guessed that Liu Jiqian was probably controlled by his inner demons, Lu Wensheng still felt soft-hearted when he saw that face.

He sighed softly, pretended to turn over, and unnoticeably extended his right hand to his side.

As soon as his fingertips touched the back of Liu Jiqian's cold hand, the other person's body suddenly stiffened, followed by a slight tremor. The man retracted his hand as if burned, but when Lu Wensheng was about to withdraw his hand, he inexplicably grasped his fingertips with such force that it felt like a feather falling on his palm.

But after he closed his eyes, Liu Jiqian didn't feel sleepy at all.

He stared at Lu Wensheng's profile motionlessly, tracing the curve of the other's eyelashes in the dim light of the candle, his fingertips gently stroking the hand that was folded automatically, and a silly smile gradually rose at the corner of his lips.

Complex emotions surged in the golden-red eyes, including uneasiness, joy, and more importantly, almost paranoid cherishment - as if what was held in the palm of the hand at this moment was the most precious thing in the world.

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At three quarters past the hour of Mao on the second day, the incense in the gilded animal-head incense burner had not yet burned out when suddenly there was a crackling sound of firecrackers outside the window, startling the golden bells under the eaves to jingle.

Lu Wensheng frowned in his sleepy state, feeling his eardrums hurt by the sound of voices and objects colliding, as if hundreds of sparrows were flapping their wings outside the window.

The morning light poured in through the carved window screens, weaving a patch of golden light on the bed, but it could not cover up the sounds of shouting and the collision of objects outside.

Suddenly, there was a clang, as if the gilded food box was placed on the bluestone slab, and then -

"This pair of gilded Kirin candlesticks is a new enamel from the inner treasury! It's really a big deal..."

"Be careful when you lift that box of Shu brocade! Don't let the ten-color mandarin duck satin that His Majesty gave you get dusty!"

"The scroll of the imperial edict must be placed on the incense table in the main hall, and when the wedding takes place, the prince consort's wedding dress must be fumigated three times with sandalwood—"

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Lu Wensheng suddenly couldn’t sleep: It’s so noisy!