Forced to be a concubine? I turned around and married the scumbag's father.

The person beneath him was about to suffocate, and he could feel her about to cough, so Mu Junyan released her.

"Tea?"

The girl's eyes were half-closed, and she gave a dazed, coquettish "Mmm."

Mu Junyan got out of bed, picked up the teapot that was warming on the small charcoal stove by the moonlight, and poured her a cup of still-warm tea.

He brought it to her lips.

Gu Hua was taken aback, suddenly remembering the ginseng tea from that night.

He asked cautiously, "...What is it?"

"Tea, what do you think it is?"

Mu Junyan sat down, wrapped the person in a thin blanket, picked her up, and let her lean comfortably against the soft backrest, with only her small head showing.

Looking at her cherry lips, swollen from being kissed, he felt an irresistible urge to rush forward.

I really want to have another bite; it tastes so sweet.

But I really couldn't bear to see my delicate lips get hurt again.

Oh, she's so delicate.

"It's very weak tea, it won't affect your sleep. Come on, have a sip."

His deep voice was rich and resonant, carrying a hint of doting affection.

He said it wouldn't affect her sleep, so I guess he really will let her sleep later, right?

Gu Hua obediently opened her mouth and drank in small sips.

The tea has a light flavor with a hint of floral aroma, and it's smooth and sweet on the palate. It's really delicious.

Mu Junyan watched her drink water like a cat and found it amusing. His voice grew even hoarseer: "Is it better than ginseng soup?"

Gu Hua's temper flared up at the mention of ginseng soup.

"I'll have some too."

After saying that, she took a sip of tea, stretched her arm out from under the thin blanket, and pounced on him, hooking her arms around the back of his neck. Before he could react, their lips touched, and a warm, fragrant tea was passed over to him.

Mu Junyan instinctively held her waist tightly, afraid that she would fall off the soft couch.

The teacup in my hand wobbled and fell to the ground with a loud, jarring crash.

Gu Hua was momentarily embarrassed by her own audacity, so she decided to go all out and used her delicate tongue to entice him.

Mu Junyan's heart was filled with excitement, but then he felt a sharp pain on the tip of his tongue and gasped for breath as the taste of blood mixed with a sweet aroma filled his mouth.

Gu Hua immediately let go, wrapped herself in the thin blanket, rolled back to the corner of the bed, blinked her eyes, and hummed sweetly, "Does Master think it tastes good?"

The young girl's beautiful eyes held a hint of spring, her starry gaze slightly reproachful, captivating and mesmerizing.

Mu Junyan's gaze was deep, and although the pain on his tongue had not subsided, he felt a pleasure he had never experienced before. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Your temper has grown."

"However... there was too little; I couldn't taste any flavor."

The man spoke softly.

Before Gu Hua could finish feeling smug, the man had already grabbed the back of her neck like a leopard and pulled her forward, squeezing directly into her lips, prying open her pearly teeth, fiercely wrapping her tongue that was trying to escape, and sucking hard, directly forcing three of Gu Hua's seven souls to fly away.

His other hand slipped directly into the thin blanket, attacking from both above and below. Gu Hua was so shocked she could hardly breathe. The domineering, bloody aura enveloped her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

Her face flushed red, she sobbed and pushed hard with both hands.

But how could she possibly defeat such a powerful man?

Just as she was about to faint, a breath of fresh air suddenly rushed in, the pressure on the back of her neck relaxed, and she gasped for breath like a dying fish.

Mu Junyan was extremely pleased.

"Yeah, very sweet."

Gu Hua finally caught her breath and glared at him, furious.

How could you be so mean?

"I'm sleepy." Gu Hua turned her face away, not wanting to talk to him.

Mu Junyan chuckled and reached out to pull the thin blanket wrapped around her. Gu Hua rolled over twice and stared at him with wide eyes.

Or...should I sleep with her?

The tall man leaned over, and Gu Hua instinctively curled up into a shrimp-like shape.

A warm force scooped the shrimp away from my waist.

Her back was pressed tightly against a strong, warm chest, and a low, husky voice whispered in her ear, "Sleep."

Ok?

Gu Hua's tense state was pushed to the limit.

Was I really sleeping or just pretending?

Good heavens, please let her sleep.

Unexpectedly, she actually cried out her inner voice.

It was so awkward that the surroundings were quiet, and all that could be heard was her silly voice.

puff.

Laughter came from behind me.

Gu Hua glared angrily at her foot, but it was caught by someone.

Okay, now she's turned into a shrimp with a pincer tail!

Gu Hua: "..."

What do you want, sir?

She just felt that this man was acting strangely today; he must be angry.

He was internally screaming, but dared not act, obediently letting someone hold one of his feet between his legs, too afraid to move.

"If you want to keep me from getting angry, make me a set of sleeping clothes."

"Huh?" Gu Hua didn't react.

"Why, don't you want to?"

"I...am willing."

"Yes, go to sleep. Tomorrow, finish making the old lady's sleeping clothes, and make them for the master immediately. He wants to take them with him."

Gu Hua blinked.

take away?

So you're leaving?

The mental tension left me exhausted, and my body gradually weakened. With the thought of this gentleman also needing a set of pajamas in my mind, I drifted off to sleep and fell into a deep, hazy sleep.

The next day, I woke up to find it was already daylight.

Gu Hua opened her eyes and found that there was no one on the soft couch.

I slowly sat up, feeling refreshed.

Hearing the noise, a head peeked out from behind the screen.

Donghua saw that the girl had bright, beautiful eyes, red lips and pearly teeth, and her whole being radiated an unusual glow.

"The girl is awake."

Gu Hua blushed slightly, gradually getting used to the awkwardness of spending the night in the study.

He nodded: "Mm."

Donghua shrank back and called out softly to Dongqing. Soon, the two of them came in carrying a copper basin, washing utensils, and a change of ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

After tidying up, Gu Hua returned to Ya Yun Pavilion and found that Mei Yi had already been sewn up.

"You made this?" Gu Hua examined it carefully; the stitches were excellent.

"Yes, I was afraid you were working too hard, Miss. I was being presumptuous," Dongqing said with a smile.

"I should thank you. I'll just embroider two more clusters of pomegranate flowers on my cuffs."

"Yes, I've arranged the embroidery thread for you. Please finish your breakfast before you start embroidering." Dongqing handed over the embroidery thread frame that had been arranged.

Gu Hua put down her sleeping clothes and suddenly remembered Mu Junyan's request last night, her ears turning slightly red.

"Dongqing, go find Sister Zhou and ask for another bolt of fabric for the Duke's usual undergarments."

Dongqing smiled and nodded: "Okay, this servant will go."

She didn't know how Mu An and Gu Wanru talked.

But the words Donghua overheard calmed her down.

Mu An stayed at Jinxiu Pavilion last night, and Gu Wanru, full of energy, summoned the women in Mu An's backyard early this morning to set rules.

Gu Hua smiled slightly.

They should just continue what they did in their previous life.

Gu Wanru doesn't want to set rules, does she? She wants to choose someone to sacrifice to that perverted eunuch adopted son?

Linlanglou kept its promise and delivered the ruby ​​pomegranate petals, which were carved so lifelike that Gu Hua couldn't put them down.

The pomegranate petals are sewn on in three layers, and a delicate and beautiful pomegranate flower blooms between the forehead ribbons.

Donghua exclaimed in amazement, "My goodness, it's so beautiful! This is the first time I've ever seen such a novel approach. I'm sure the old lady will love it."

Dongqing nodded repeatedly: "I never thought that the gemstone flowers on the forehead band could be made in three dimensions. It's so unique. It doesn't look out of place at all with this color background. Instead, it adds a touch of composure and nobility."

"You two have excellent taste." Gu Hua smiled happily.

She was never loved by anyone since childhood, let alone received the affection of the elderly.

The old lady suffers from dementia, but she feels the love of her elders. She wants the old man who loves her to wear a beautiful and elegant headband so that he can feel the care from his younger generation.

……

On the day of the birthday banquet.

Although the Duke of Yongguo's mansion did not publicly invite guests, the event was still to be lively within the mansion.

Surprisingly, the second and third branches of the Mu family sent invitations to wish the old lady a happy birthday.

Everyone in the mansion was busy, red lanterns were hung everywhere, and the kitchen was especially busy, preparing a banquet.

Gu Hua prepared the gift and packed it in a large red brocade box.

She changed into a festive peach-colored ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

While Donghua was putting on her makeup in front of the mirror, Dongmo came in carrying a long, thin black box. He whispered a few words to Donghua behind the screen, and Donghua happily brought the black box in.

"Young lady, this is a gift from the Duke."

Gu Hua looked at Dong Hua with some confusion as she opened the black box.

Inside lay a white magnolia hairpin.

Gu Hua picked it up and touched it; it was warm and smooth, a rare type of warm jade.

The magnolia carving is incredibly lifelike.

Donghua exclaimed, "This one is much prettier than the one that Princess Jiang smashed!"

Gu Hua's heart stirred slightly.

That day he asked her what flowers she liked; it turned out he wanted to give her a jade hairpin.

But she couldn't accept such a precious gift.

"Take it back, it's too valuable."

Donghua was stunned, holding the box at a loss. She saw that Gu Hua had already stood up and was personally carrying the gift for the old lady, preparing to leave.

She quickly closed the lid and rushed out, shoving the box back at Dongmo, who was standing outside the door.

He waited for Miss Hua to express her gratitude.

"Don't accept it?"

Dongmo's buttocks tightened; would the lord punish him?

As expected, Mu Junyan's face darkened when he saw the returned gift.

She was overjoyed when Pei Yi gave her the gift, and even had someone adorn her hair with flowers in public.

Was he sending it back?

Such blatant discrimination!

Dongmo, with his buttocks tucked between his legs, stealthily slipped out the door.