Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

Cheng Yan left those words behind and turned to go to the next room to get the nightgown he needed.

While they were eating, a servant brought over his wardrobe, which contained his clothes, so he could just go and get it now.

After taking his nightgown, he stepped into the bathroom.

Soon after, the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Qin Yizhen listened intently and, upon learning that he wouldn't be coming out anytime soon, breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed, wrapped in her cloak.

Standing in front of the bed, she hesitated whether or not to change her clothes.

But when she thought about how he said he would personally change it back for her if she dared to, she hesitated.

He's a man of his word; if she really dares to change, he really does dare to take it off and put it back on for her.

And the thought that he had lived in the outer courtyard for many years, and that he never moved back in his previous life until his death, gave her a dull ache in her heart.

Ultimately, she had wronged him in many ways. Taking advantage of his indulgence, she repeatedly threw tantrums and argued with him, refusing to live a good life with him and failing to be a good wife.

Since... since he likes it, it's not impossible not to change it.

The thought of appearing before him dressed like this made her feel quite ashamed. She bit her lip and could only reach out to wrap her cloak tighter around herself.

The book says that all men are lustful, and it's true.

She has a beautiful face, and she loves the beauty of spring. She especially likes it when it's half-hidden and half-revealed.

Cheng Yan... seems to be no exception.

Qin Yizhen felt that the radiance emanating from Cheng Yan had shattered once again.

The first time was that night at Qinghui Garden. He was so angry that he pressed her down on the table and kissed her. He also took off her clothes, tore off the sash of her undergarment, and touched her all over. From that moment on, she could no longer treat him as an elder.

Now, he actually said he liked her dressed like this, and even threatened that if she dared to change, he would personally change her back. The lofty image in her mind suddenly collapsed.

He was just an ordinary man, like any other man in the world, a lecherous madman.

When I was staring at her just now, I didn't take my eyes off her the whole time.

snort!

the man.

Qin Yizhen wrapped herself up tightly in a cloak, then took a round fan and went to the couch by the window to air her hair.

The spring night was cool, and wisps of wind blew in through the window.

She sat there slowly fanning herself and drying her hair, and gradually, the jumbled thoughts in her mind calmed down.

Everything is peaceful and tranquil; let nature take its course.

Her hair was already half-dry when she washed it, and she left it to air dry in the shower for a long time afterward. Now it's almost completely dry after a short blow-drying.

Her gaze fell upon a scroll on the couch. Curious, she set aside her fan and reached out to open the book.

She glanced at it and immediately noticed something was amiss. The scroll was about the same size as a regular book, with tiny, fly-sized characters and several small but lifelike illustrations.

The men and women in the images are completely naked, and every inch of their skin is depicted with lifelike detail...

Her mind went blank for a second. Her eyes widened as she flipped through a few more pages, only to find the same pictures everywhere. As if burned, she threw the book away.

Her beautiful face was stained red inch by inch.

She wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't find the right word to swear.

In the end, he could only bite his lip tightly, pressing his lips together, his eyes unsure of where to look.

Just then, someone suddenly reached out and hugged her. She was startled and almost screamed. Only after realizing his presence did she understand that it was him.

She bit her lip, still a little shaken, and said, "Couldn't you have made a sound? You startled me."

Cheng Yan pulled her into his arms, leaned down and kissed her ear. Seeing her flinch as if startled, he smiled and said, "I saw you were engrossed in your book, so I thought I'd let you read a little longer."

Speaking of books, Qin Yizhen felt a surge of shame rush to her head, her face turning red and stiff for a moment. She nudged him with her elbow in embarrassment and anger: "What are you looking at? Where did you come from, you shameless thing, looking at this here?"

"Shameless? Where are you shameless?" Cheng Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, got up, took the book back, and placed it in front of her.

Qin Yizhen glanced at it and saw four characters written on it: "Sun Tzu's Art of War".

"..."

Good heavens!

She pointed a trembling finger at the book cover: "Is this Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

Who did this? Who did this?

The coffin lid of the military strategist is about to burst open!

Are you disgracing our ancestors by playing like this, my friend?

“Yes, the Art of War,” Cheng Yan affirmed earnestly. “This concerns the continuation of our lineage, isn’t that the Art of War?”

"If you master the skill, your descendants will be numerous and many, lasting for thousands of generations. But if you fail to master it, you might not even have a son, let alone a grandson. That would mean your lineage will end. Don't you think so?"

He spoke eloquently and logically, making it sound perfectly natural.

Qin Yi was so embarrassed she almost burst into flames.

So this is what 'The Art of War' is all about!

She had a lot of words stuck in her throat, unable to spit them out or swallow them down. She just wanted to find a hole to crawl into and hide away, never having to face this world again.

"Alright, alright." Seeing how embarrassed she was, Cheng Yan stopped teasing her. "This is just a cover-up. After all, it's always a little embarrassing to let people know that you're reading this book. It's not just Sun Tzu's Art of War, but also other book titles."

Qin Yizhen was actually a little curious. Although the idea of ​​"Sun Tzu's Art of War" was outrageous, it seemed to make a lot of sense, so she asked, "What other titles are there?"

Cheng Yan said "Oh": "For example, 'Free and Easy Wandering,' 'The Thirty-Six Stratagems,' 'Unity of Knowledge and Action,' 'Ascending the Spring Pavilion,' and so on."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yizhen covered her face with her hands, feeling that she could no longer look at those ancient works with the same eyes.

What kind of carefree wandering was it? What kind of Thirty-Six Stratagems was it? Or what kind of unity of knowledge and action was it?

She reached out and pinched his arm, but his arm was stiff and didn't hurt him; it was her hand that hurt from pinching.

"You are going too far."

Won't you get struck by lightning for playing like that?

When she's angry, her face turns rosy, a mixture of annoyance and sullenness. Her face, as beautiful as a lotus or peony, is captivating, stirring the heart and making one yearn to pluck this bright and beautiful peony and do all the things that would anger and humiliate her.

Of all the beautiful sights in the world, none can compare to her beauty...

Cheng Yan felt his mouth was a little dry. He lowered his head and kissed her earlobe, then gently kissed her neck. His breath on her neck became increasingly hot.

"My dear wife, let's try out what it means to roam freely and what it means to unite knowledge and action today. What do you think?"