I just want to rob you of your luck

Xia Liu watched the development of the situation in amazement the whole time. She didn't expect that Lin Jiuer was so lucky to catch the eye of the Marquis.

She felt bitter and jealous, but she was more worried about her future.

Arriving at the study, Lin Jiuer felt like she was simply thrown into the room.

She staggered into the room and looked at Jiang Cheng with some grievance and pity.

Jiang Cheng felt a little bit sorry for her when he saw her like that, so he walked to the table and sat down.

His tone softened a little: "What are you still standing there for? Come over here and grind some ink for me!"

Lin Jiuer looked pitiful, but she was happy in her heart. Jiang Cheng finally took the initiative to protect her. If she stayed with Jiang Cheng, her future life would not be so difficult.

This time she actually calculated the time exactly. Every day at this time she would send a plate of butterfly cakes to the study.

She didn't show up after the time today. If the Marquis had paid a little more attention to her, he would definitely have sent someone to find out what happened.

She was right.

Lin Jiuer felt the anger and oppression around Jiang Cheng, and actually felt a little sympathetic towards him.

Such a heroic figure may face the possibility of marrying an unvirtuous wife, which will ruin three generations.

Lin Jiuer's mind was working frantically, mainly because she was unsure of Jiang Cheng's current attitude towards her.

If I take the initiative to get close to him and make the Marquis unhappy, I will probably die a more miserable death.

But then I thought, fortune and wealth are achieved through risk, so there's no point in being afraid. At worst, if the mission fails, I can just take another one.

Recently, the old emperor's health has been getting worse day by day, and several adult princes in the court have begun to fight for the throne. Jiang Cheng, as a neutral party who holds military power, is the target they are trying their best to win over.

He didn't want to get involved in the fights among the princes, but he had to pretend to be nice to them, which was tiring.

He heard that the barbarians on the southern border were frequently provoking him, and he estimated that there would be a war soon. He had been worried about this matter recently.

He has fought for this country for more than twenty years.

But he still often felt powerless, and he didn't expect that the noise at home made him upset every day.

Today he lost control and got angry at his wife and son, but instead of solving the fundamental problem, it only intensified the conflict between them.

He wanted to practice calligraphy to calm himself down, sort out some ideas, and think about how to solve these problems.

At this time, he saw a pair of white little hands gently grinding ink, and he looked at Lin Jiuer.

"Can you read?"

Lin Jiuer smiled faintly. She graduated from a 985 university, so she is considered a top student here, right?

"Since I follow Madam, I naturally know some simple words."

"Okay, write me a few words."

Jiang Cheng stood up and motioned Lin Jiuer to sit down and write.

Lin Jiuer learned to use a brush when she was a child, but her handwriting was not very beautiful, but it was just right for her status.

She thought for a moment and remembered a poem by Bai Juyi, which seemed quite appropriate.

So he wrote: "A pine tree may decay after a thousand years, but a hibiscus flower may flourish for a day."

After she finished writing, she stood up and said, "I have finished writing."

Jiang Cheng stood behind her and found the caterpillar-like fonts funny.

But luckily he could still recognize what was written, and he read it out loud unconsciously, pondering the meaning of the poem.

The more I think about it, the more wonderful it seems.

I couldn't help but look up to Lin Jiuer even more.

“Is this the poem you made?”

Lin Jiuer turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng with her beautiful big eyes. The two were so close that they could seem to feel each other's breath.

"This is just a line of poetry that I accidentally read in a journal. The meaning of this line of poetry is that a pine tree can live for a thousand years, but it will eventually decay. In comparison, the hibiscus flower can only bloom for one day, but it is proud of this."

Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking about Lin Jiuer's words, staring at Lin Jiuer's face.

Suddenly, he seemed to have an epiphany and laughed: "Are you trying to persuade me? Everyone has their own way of thinking about the value of life, and it's fine as long as everyone gets what they deserve?"

Lin Jiuer also showed a bright smile: "My Lord is smart and understands everything at once."

Jiang Cheng was a little amused and helpless. Apart from the emperor, this was the first time someone dared to comment on him like this in front of him.

As the two of them laughed, Lin Jiuer's ears turned red.

"My Lord, you are often not at home. If you cannot give me an identity, I am afraid I will not live long."

Jiang Cheng's smile froze on his face, and he looked at Lin Jiu'er thoughtfully: "If you want an identity, why didn't you want to serve in the old man's room before?"

Lin Jiuer raised her eyes, with admiration and determination in them:

"I have long admired the Marquis. Originally I just wanted to quietly pay attention to him, but the prince forced me to be his concubine. I really don't want to, so I can only ask the Marquis for help."

Jiang Cheng has never been keen on matters between men and women. Over the years, when he went out for social events, there were women who took the initiative to approach him, but he sent them all away.

But when he heard Lin Jiuer's confession today, he felt as if his heart was hit hard and his blood was boiling.

He was a little overwhelmed. He always thought that women were more troublesome, so he thought that having one mistress in the mansion was enough. But after hearing Lin Jiuer's words, he suddenly felt that having a gentle and considerate concubine might not be a bad thing.

Seeing the hesitation in Jiang Cheng's eyes, Lin Jiuer took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and hook Jiang Cheng's neck.

She sealed Jiang Cheng's lips with her own red lips.

After a kiss, Lin Jiuer said softly, "My Lord, let me serve you, please?"

Jiang Cheng was originally a military general, and he was always efficient in doing things. He liked something if he liked it, and disliked something if he disliked it.

He felt that he liked Lin Jiuer, so he picked her up and walked towards the bed behind the screen.

"You took the initiative. It's not too late to regret it now."

"I am happy with this and will never regret it!"

Lin Jiuer didn't expect that Jiang Cheng, who was already forty years old, could be so brave in bed.

He knew it was her virgin, so he was relatively restrained. He only had sex with her twice that night. Even so, Lin Jiuer was exhausted by his torment.

However, Lin Jiuer was delicate and soft and very cooperative, and Jiang Cheng experienced the feeling of enjoying the sweetness for the first time.

He looked at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling a little dazed. He never expected that he would lose his integrity in his later years and fall into the hands of this little maid.

But being with her does make me feel relaxed and happy, and that's enough.

Just as she advised him, life is short and everyone should just get what they want. He will protect her.

Jiang Cheng woke up early the next morning. Usually at this time he would have gotten up and gone out to practice a set of swordsmanship.

But today, looking at the woman sleeping in his arms like a cat, he was reluctant to leave this warm bed.

Thinking of the beautiful scene last night, Jiang Cheng's body actually reacted again. Finally, Lin Jiuer twisted her body uncomfortably, and then opened her eyes.

When their eyes met, Lin Jiuer's cheeks turned red instantly.

"Good morning, my Lord."

"Morning, are you awake? If you are sleepy, just sleep a little longer."

Lin Jiuer hooked her arm around Jiang Cheng's neck and said coquettishly:

"My Lord, my name is Lin Jiuer, can you call me Jiuer?"

"Okay, Jiuer, don't move, or I can't help it."

Lin Jiuer's face changed, and she finally realized something. She didn't expect that Marquis Dingyuan, who usually looked unapproachable, would sometimes lose control.

Lin Jiuer seemed to be frightened and lay motionless on Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng only felt that his body became even stiffer at this moment.

He turned over and pressed Lin Jiuer under him.

After a while, the blushing and heart-pounding sound was heard in the room again.