Yan Ziyu put down the pen, crumpled the calligraphy and painting, and threw it aside. He took another piece of paper, spread it flat on the table, pressed it with a ruler, and dipped the pen and ink.

Ruan Ningxiang changed into dry clothes and came out. Her hair was half wet and spread behind her.

Why did Tu San have diarrhea? It must be because this person had done something.

Ruan Ningxiang was glad that he escaped with his cleverness.

But I am also worried, what should I do next time we meet?

The man didn't seem worried and was still painting quietly.

Ruan Ningxiang approached, "Autumn enters the Yunshan Mountains, and the scenery is natural and unrestrained. All kinds of scenery are worthy of pictures. The red maple leaves are beside the blue clouds, and the yellow flowers are under the secluded rocks. The words of Xianggong are very artistic."

"Why do you know calligraphy and painting?"

When saying this, Yan Ziyu didn't even raise his head and took the last payment in a relaxed manner.

"I was influenced by my father and I know a little bit about it." Ruan Ningxiang's voice was low and she twisted the thin calluses on her fingers. "However, after my father passed away, there was no one to guide me. My handwriting is far inferior to my sword."

Yan Ziyu raised his eyelids.

There is a knife hanging on the wall, which looks very heavy. The little girl in front of me is so skinny that she weighs only a few kilograms.

If he hadn't seen her wielding a knife with his own eyes, he would have been a little suspicious.

Yan Ziyu framed the calligraphy and painting carefully.

"My lord, what is this?" Ruan Ningxiang rubbed her itchy nose.

Yan Ziyu put the painting away, and then looked at Ruan Ningxiang, her eyes a little gentler, "Didn't the Sixth Master give me a gift last time? You have to return the gift, and hand-painted gifts in return are not considered neglect."

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Then he handed Ruan Ningxiang a picture of rich peonies, "Didn't you also receive a gift from the Seventh Master? I'll give it to you as a return gift."

A smile appeared on the handsome face of the young man. It was very shallow, as if it was shrouded in mist and rain, hazy, and unrealistically beautiful.

Ruan Ningxiang stared at it for a moment, then took the painting and said, "Then let's wait until the rain stops and we go there in person."

She happened to also want to meet Zhao Jingran.

"Yeah." Yan Ziyu was planning in her mind, but she didn't expect her to agree so easily.

The rain was heavy and light, and it didn't stop until the evening.

For dinner, Ruan Ningxiang drank a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold, and felt that her chilly body had warmed up a bit.

It was already autumn, and there was only one quilt on the bed, which had been occupied by Yan Ziyu for a long time.

In the slightly cool night, Ruan Ningxiang listened to the sound of rain falling under the eaves, stared at her husband's silhouette in the ink, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand to explore the other's quilt.

Yan Ziyu's body suddenly stiffened, her fingers tightened on the quilt, and a dangerous cold light appeared in her eyes.

However, the light was too dark and Ruan Ningxiang could not see the killing intent flashing in his eyes.

She felt that the relationship between the two had gotten much better recently. Since the wedding night, Ruan Ningxiang had always respected him and never touched him again.

To be honest, the feeling that night was not very wonderful.

But when she thought of the forbearing and depressed expression on this man's face, and his crimson chest, Ruan Ningxiang felt a little damp and hot on her body.

She licked her lips, pulled the corner of the quilt, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr., it's cold, you have to give me a piece of quilt to cover me."

Yan Ziyu wanted to throw the quilt to her, but as soon as he raised his arm, this person had already pulled the quilt and got in like a catfish.

Ruan Ningxiang wrapped her arms around Yan Ziyu's hot body greedily. Her body was very hard and hot.

The quilt is warm, and there is the warm fragrance of man's masculinity.

When she first fell in love, she just liked to hold her beloved man in her arms.

I like this feeling of feeling full in my heart and happiness overflowing from the corner of my mouth.

Yan Ziyu froze and pushed her in a cold voice, "Don't be like this, it's too hot."

"Is it hot? But I feel very cold, but you are so warm."

Ruan Ningxiang did not let go, but took the opportunity to touch him. This man still did not take off his clothes to sleep, and the clothes on his body were even slightly damp with sweat.

"Don't touch it, it will affect my sleep." Yan Ziyu held her hand down.

Ruan Ningxiang stared into Yan Ziyu's dark eyes. Her vision was unclear at night, but her voice was clear. She could feel his suppressed breathing.

The two have been married for more than a month, and he still calls her madam, which shows that he has acquiesced in this relationship.

It's not good to be so stiff now.

Her husband was shy and embarrassed, so she took the initiative to take this step.

"Ms. sir, we are husband and wife." Ruan Ningxiang reminded him, leaning against his ear.

Warm breath sprayed on the side of his neck, with a nauseating feeling. The air in Yan Ziyu's heart was churning, and his breathing became heavier.

His hand quietly explored the back of Ruan Ningxiang's neck. There was an acupuncture point here. As long as he pressed it, the man could sleep until dawn.

But press it and wait until you wake up tomorrow.

Will it affect his plan to survey the terrain and defend himself?

Yan Ziyu tried to convince himself, but when her soft body touched him, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

He wanted to resolve the matter here quickly.

While he was still hesitating, this person had already kissed him first.

Her lips were cold, and Yan Ziyu's pupils instantly froze.

Ruan Ningxiang thought he was hugging her and responding to her. Before she could get over her excitement, she felt a pain in the back of her neck and fell asleep.

What Yan Ziyu didn't want was just the instinctive reaction of his hand at that moment.

At this moment, Yan Ziyu pushed her aside and didn't look at her.

She got out of bed and opened the window. The cool autumn rain swept into the room, and Yan Ziyu's red eyes were vaguely filled with moisture.

He sneaked out of the palace, and it has been more than two months in the blink of an eye. How is the situation in the palace? Is his mother and concubine okay?

The hand behind Yan Ziyu's back clenched into a fist, her fingertips sank into her palm, and the confused look in her eyes turned gloomy and decisive.

Since he has chosen to make a desperate move, he must succeed in this matter!

The rain outside stopped in the middle of the night.

Ruan Ningxiang woke up rubbing the back of her neck and realized what was going on.

Before she could open her mouth to reprimand, this man suddenly pressed over and kissed her proactively.

The kiss was also jerky, but very impatient, as if he wanted to swallow her up.

Yan Ziyu kissed her hard and deeply.

Squeezing her slender wrist and feeling the blood flowing upward, with the pleasure of punishment and revenge, everything seemed no longer so unacceptable.

When Ruan Ningxiang's body went limp from his kiss and she couldn't help but pursue her, Yan Ziyu let go of the hand that was restraining her.

Breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead against hers and said, "I'm sorry for last night, I wasn't prepared."

The morning sun was bright and gentle, covering his face like a veil, and his dark eyebrows were so ugly.

Ruan Ningxiang's cheeks were red and hot, and her heart was beating out of her chest.

Pressing against his rising and falling chest, she could hear the other person's heartbeat, as if her two hearts were intertwined, and Ruan Ningxiang was so attracted to him.

She raised her eyes and asked in a gentle voice, "You can't just knock people out like this. Do you know the moment I fainted and the mood I felt when I woke up..."
Chapter completed!