Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

Under the moon in Chang'an, there are many red pavilions and green tiles.

The night is like water, like poured ink staining the entire sky. The moon shyly hides behind the clouds, with a hazy beauty like a pipa half-covered.

Song Wanyin's cheeks were red and beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead. Under the influence of alcohol, she started to make trouble in the middle of the night.

"Wow, wow, wow... I feel so uncomfortable..."

Xiao Jingheng stayed by the bedside without moving. He saw that she closed her eyes tightly, her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cherry lips kept mumbling.

He felt so distressed that he stood up and poured a cup of tea, handed it to Song Wanyin's mouth, and said softly:

"Junior sister, just drink some tea and sweat it out."

Song Wanyin felt the source of water in a daze. She stretched out her little hand to grab the teacup, and as if she had returned to her infancy, she began to drink up the water in big gulps.

"Cough cough cough..."

She accidentally choked because she drank too quickly, and her little face turned red instantly.

Xiao Jingheng quickly patted her on the back, imitating the way his mother coaxed him when he was a child, and said softly:

"Junior sister, snort, snort, don't choke when drinking water."

Song Wanyin tossed and turned on the bed, feeling that the brocade robe on her body was too heavy, like a yoke that bound her limbs. She muttered:

"Sweet Orange, give me, change clothes."

Xiao Jingheng turned around to put the teacup down, and without paying close attention, he discovered that Song Wanyin had already taken off her outer robe, leaving her only in her inner garment, and her restless little hands were untying her belt.

No matter how much a woman disguises herself, her manners and figure are still more petite and delicate than a man, with a curvy figure, sexy and charming, and her body curves are clearly visible.

His face flushed red all the way to his ears, and his huge Adam's apple rolled up and down. He forced himself to calm down, took out the broken jade fan tucked behind his waist, came to her side and fanned her gently.

"Junior sister, if you calm down, you will feel cooler. If you take off your clothes, you will catch a cold."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled the quilt, wrapping her delicate body tightly so that not even a finger was exposed.

Song Wanyin started crying again and felt her throat tighten, as if it was being strangled by an invisible hand, with nowhere to escape.

"Wow, wow, wow... Mother, I want you to tell me a story..."

At this moment, her sensitive and fragile heart was exposed. She dreamed that she had returned to her childhood. Every night when she was too scared to sleep, her mother would stay by her bed and tell her stories.

Xiao Jingheng's heart was in a knot. In order to calm her down, he fanned her and told her the story:

"A long time ago, there was a little boy who met the most important little girl in his life.

He liked the little girl very much and always fed her all kinds of food, thinking that as long as he kept her plump and fair, others would stop paying attention to her.

While watching the romantic fireflies on the top of the mountain, he and the little girl made a promise that he would always hold the little girl's hand tightly and catch one hundred fireflies for her to make a small lantern.

Later, the little boy and girl grew up, and they were separated..."

Xiao Jingheng's voice was deep and magnetic, perfect for helping one sleep. It soon calmed the noisy Song Wanyin down and made her breathe evenly.

This lecture lasted the entire night.

The next day, the sky gradually turned red, and a scorching sun jumped out from behind the clouds, emitting warm light that awakened all things, creating a vibrant and prosperous scene.

Song Wanyin was awakened by a ray of warm sunshine. She opened her thick and long eyelashes, turned her big black eyes, and looked around.

Huh? Where am I?

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Xiao Jingheng walked in with a tray on which were a bowl of porridge, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a steamed bun.

He didn't want Jing Mo and the waiter to bring in breakfast so as not to disturb Song Wanyin's rest, so he took care of her himself.

After tossing and turning for a whole night, Song Wanyin must be feeling hungry when she wakes up.

Song Wanyin was full of vigilance at first, clutching the quilt tightly to protect her chest. But when she saw clearly that the person coming was Xiao Jingheng, she felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Why is senior brother here?

Did I get drunk last night? Did I do anything stupid? Did I say anything nonsense?

It’s over, it’s over. My reputation has been ruined!

Seeing that she had woken up, Xiao Jingheng helped her put the dishes in place and said in a low voice:

"Junior sister, come and have breakfast."

Song Wanyin was scratching her head in regret, and she heard the change in his voice, so she asked curiously:

"Brother, what's wrong with your throat?"

Xiao Jingheng cleared his throat and said as if nothing had happened:

"Nothing, maybe it's because of the dry weather."

Song Wanyin believed it and nodded, then went to the table to eat, only to find that his right hand, which was handing her the chopsticks, was shaking.

"Brother, are you really okay?"

Xiao Jingheng quickly pressed his right hand with his left hand, trying to stabilize it, and said seriously:

"It's nothing. I just felt a little tired when I was carrying the tray just now."

He really couldn't bear to tell Song Wanyin that he had been telling stories all night and fanning her all night.

Every time he stopped, Song Wanyin would immediately start crying, and he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

Song Wanyin lowered her head and drank the porridge from the bowl while looking around curiously and asked tentatively:

"Brother, why are you here?

Have you seen Orange? Where did she go? "

Xiao Jingheng stretched out his slender fingers with distinct joints, picked up the teacup with a slight tremor, took a sip calmly, and said slowly:

“You were drunk yesterday, and Jing Mo and I brought you here.

Tian Cheng is in the next room, and probably hasn't woken up yet."

When Song Wanyin heard this, her face turned red instantly and she wanted to bury her face in the bowl.

It's over, it's over now!

I actually troubled the Grand Tutor to take care of me personally. Wouldn't he have to see all my ugly behaviors?

Did he see something he shouldn't have seen?

Seeing that she looked guilty, Xiao Jingheng took the opportunity to untie the knot in his heart, and said with his thin lips:

"Junior sister, why did you go to Huayue Tower? Who is the man traveling with you?"

Having said this, he paused for a moment, then put down the teacup in his hand.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried about your safety."

Seeing that he had been so busy helping her deal with the affairs of Jishitang recently, and now he had to worry about her, Song Wanyin said with guilt:

"Brother, that man is the young master of Shou'an Hall, his name is Jia Yuanxi.

What I didn’t expect was that all the Nine-Lives-Resurrection Grass growing on the nearby mountains was actually monopolized by Shou’an Hall.

I have been dressing up as a man these past two days and going to Shou'an Hall just to get the Nine Lives Resurrection Grass."

Xiao Jingheng stared at her sincere face quietly, making sure that she was telling the truth, but still felt a little upset and said:

"It seems that you have a close relationship with that Master Jia. You have even started to call each other brothers?"

Song Wanyin shook her head like a rattle and explained:

“No, no, I was thinking that if I became friends with the enemy first, I could get the Nine Lives Resurrection Grass naturally.

Although Mr. Jia was a dandy, he was also very cunning and was always wary of me.

In order to be able to deal with him, I have to cater to his preferences. "

Xiao Jingheng raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted:

"Oh? So you guys went to Huayue Tower to have fun together?"