[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Inside the warm room, the Hongluan warm tent swayed gently, the air inside was hot and sticky, the two bodies were entangled tightly like vines, and from time to time a few suppressed yet seductive low gasps and moans were heard, and anyone who heard them would blush and their heart would beat like a drum.

Outside the room, Xiaoling, who was guarding the door, huddled in the corner like a frightened quail, her body shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, her face as pale as frost, and her face bloodless.

She bit her lips tightly, exerting force with her teeth, and her pink lips gradually turned purple. A trickle of blood oozed out, meandering down and dripping onto the ground in front of her, leaving a small patch of glaring red.

Her heart was gripped by fear, she was so nervous that she almost suffocated, but she had no idea what to do.

Xiaoling was originally a maid carefully selected by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and sent to the Mansion of the Duke of Puguo. Although her life in that wealthy family was dull, it was stable.

Who could have expected that a sudden disaster would strike like a violent storm, and the Duke of Pu's Mansion suffered a tragic disaster and was brutally broken into by a group of vicious and ferocious people.

In a panic, she followed Song Yanzhi and her group and ran for her life. She finally escaped and was then pointed out to Xu Nian by Song Yanzhi.

At first, Xu Nian disguised herself very well, showing her innocence and kindness in every gesture, and called her "Sister Xiaoling" affectionately, so sweetly.

Xiaoling was filled with joy, secretly thanking herself for her good luck in meeting such a considerate master, and happily planning for the comfortable days ahead.

But things did not go as she wished. An accidental encounter exposed Xu Nian's true face in front of her.

Since then, Xu Nian completely tore off his hypocritical mask and no longer concealed anything in front of her. If she was not satisfied, he would beat and scold her, and often threatened her life with vicious words.

Xiaoling was extremely scared. She knew in her heart that she could not go back to the Imperial Household Department, and she had no one to rely on in this vast world.

If one day Xu Nian secretly plots to kill him, he will probably disappear silently, like a speck of dust drifting away, with no one paying attention to him.

Not only was she terribly afraid of the moody Xu Nian, she was also in awe of Song Yanzhi.

Once, she witnessed with her own eyes how Song Yanzhi dealt with servants who betrayed their master. Her methods were so cruel and decisive that they were frightening.

If Song Yanzhi knew that she helped Xu Nian plot against Han Heming, she would have no place in the Han family.

Despair loomed like a dark cloud. Xiaoling's legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground with a thump. She could only cover her mouth with her hands and cry silently. Her tears surged and soon wet a large area of ​​the ground.

Just as she was crying heartbrokenly, a cold and dark voice floated from the underworld: "Why are you crying?"

These three words were like a thunderclap, suddenly exploding in Xiaoling's mind. She was so frightened that her whole body trembled. She hurriedly raised her hands to wipe away the tears on her face, and looked up in panic.

Xu Nian's clothes were half-open, hanging loosely on his body, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin. His hair was disheveled, but he showed a sense of satisfaction.

"Girl, are you...are you done?"

Xiaoling's voice was as hoarse as if it were frosted. She looked at Xu Nian timidly, her eyes full of fear and flattery, and her body shrank back unconsciously.

"Go and tell the lady that the master is sleeping in my room."

Xu Nian fiddled with her hair nonchalantly and gave the order lightly, as if it was just a trivial matter.

When Xiaoling heard this, she was so scared that her soul left her body. Her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. She hesitated and dared not move at all.

If this gets to the Madam's ears, she'll be furious and will definitely skin her alive. How dare she go?

Seeing her cowardly look, Xu Nian curled up a mocking smile and reached out to pat Xiaoling's tear-red cheek lightly.

"Don't worry, if you go, she will just think you're loyal and won't punish you."

Xu Nian's voice at this moment became more and more soft and charming, like poison wrapped in honey, revealing an unquestionable certainty, trying to seduce Xiaoling.

"Yes, girl."

Xiaoling responded tremblingly, feeling that she was using up all her strength with every step she took. She dragged her legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, and slowly moved out of the yard step by step.

Xu Nian turned around, walked lightly back to the bed, stretched out her green fingers, gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked at the man sleeping in the bed with eyes full of obsession and pride.

Han Heming was sleeping quietly, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his facial features were deep and handsome. At this moment, with his eyes closed, he looked less majestic than usual and more gentle.

His sturdy chest was exposed, his bronze skin glowed alluringly in the dim candlelight, and his tight muscles had smooth lines, like a work of art carved by a famous artist, showing a vigorous and wild power.

Just now, he really tortured Xu Nian. He pressed her hard on the bed and rode her wildly, tossing her back and forth several times, until Xu Nian felt like her bones were about to fall apart, and then he finally let her go.

Such a strong and courageous man made Xu Nian extremely satisfied.

She looked at Han Heming infatuatedly, a smug and greedy smile slowly appearing on the corner of her mouth. Then she reached out her hand and gently stroked Han Heming's chest, her fingers moving slowly, as if trying to wake up the sleeping beast and start a new round of lovemaking.

Song Yanzhi, however, was completely oblivious to all this. The county government had just moved in today, and the house was a complete mess, with everything going on as complicated as a tangled mess.

She was busy from morning to night. First, she sat around a table with several advisers in the flower hall, concentrating on calculating the reserves and consumption of food and supplies in front of the account books on the table.

Every number was related to the success or failure of the future uprising, and no carelessness was allowed. She sometimes frowned in thought, sometimes discussed in a low voice with her advisers, and she didn't dare to blink.

Afterwards, he immediately worked with the maids and nannies around him to carefully count the finances of the mansion, including gold, silver, jewelry, land deeds, and the complicated accounts were so complicated that it gave people a headache.

After a whole day, she was so tired that her bones were about to fall apart, and she wanted to collapse and fall asleep immediately.

By the evening, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I washed up early and went back to my room to rest.

Before going to sleep, she only told the maid Zhihua who was on night watch: "If the master comes back, remember to open the door for him, don't miss anything."

Then he fell into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When Song Yanzhi was sleeping soundly, she suddenly felt someone pushing her hard. She heard Zhihua's anxious and panicked cry in her ears: "Madam, it's not good, wake up quickly!"

Zhihua was on duty tonight. This girl was usually not as calm as Fuqin, and at the moment she was so panicked that her voice had changed and her hands were shaking badly.

Song Yanzhi opened her eyes sleepily and looked at the panicked Zhihua with displeasure, her brows furrowed. "What's wrong? What happened? Why are you so panicked?"