I'm really not an old sword

Looking at Fujiharako's sleeping face with a sweet smile, Lin Qingsu felt more and more uncomfortable.

He sighed and planned to take another bath to calm down. However, just as he opened the bathroom door, a fragrant breeze blew in his face. He lowered his head and saw Fujiwara Akiko, who had sneaked into the bathroom at some point, snuggling in his arms with a sweet smile.

Wearing only a bathing suit, the deep cleavage on his face was dazzling to the eyes.

"Do you need my help?" She asked with her mouth, but her hands were not honest at all.

Lin Qingsu took a deep breath, thought seriously and persistently for a second, and decided to teach her a lesson.

Chapter 15 I Can't Think of It

The next day, dawn broke.

Fujimoto was awakened by the crowing of a rooster from far away.

Staring at the carved ceiling in a daze, she felt her mind was blank, as if she had lost her memory and could not think of anything, let alone want to think about it.

After a while, with the sound of another rooster crowing, Fujimoto came to his senses and moved his body.

"Ugh?!"

A tearing pain came from my lower body.

Fujimoto couldn't help but frown.

A trace of sadness spread across her face, which was as beautiful as spring water. Fujihara was in so much pain that she dared not move. The memories of last night gradually emerged in her dazed brain.

Last night, myself, the young master...

so big.

Before a noble girl got married, her parents would invite an experienced old maid with storybooks and even some models to teach the girl about boudoir knowledge and sexual skills. This would prevent the girl from making mistakes on her wedding night due to ignorance of matters between men and women and would also satisfy her husband's family.

Fujimoto came to Heian-kyo to get married, so naturally she learned this kind of knowledge before leaving.

But, it’s a lie!

The model the old lady showed her didn't match the normal size described in the storybook at all!

And the time and frequency don’t match!

The old nanny and the storybooks said that men are not as good as women in this kind of thing. The average time is about ten minutes, and generally several times a night is considered strong.

But last night it was already half an hour later, the quilt was soaked through, but the young master...

If the previous impression was that Fujihara was shy but curious, and a little worried about the ability of her future husband;

After last night's incident, Fujimoto was completely overshadowed by him, feeling both love and fear.

At the beginning, it hurt so much that tears streamed down her face. In the middle, it felt very comfortable, as if she had flown to the clouds and became a fairy. But in the end, it hurt even more than at the beginning. Fujimoto felt that if the young master was any more cruel, she would probably die from the pain.

She heard the sound of a quilt being rubbed beside her. Fujimoto turned her head and saw Lin Qingsu sleeping beside her.

The sound came from the woman in his arms murmuring and moving around.

"Lord Nakamiya..."

Fujiwara Akiko's hair was messy and stuck to her face. Her noble and dignified face was now full of tear marks. There were wounds and blood at the corners of her lips from being bitten hard. Her face showed three parts of fatigue, three parts of pain and four parts of satisfaction.

When Fujiwara no Nakamiya saw this, she understood clearly that it was Fujiwara no Nakamiya who took the brunt of the fire for her after she fell asleep last night.

Fujimoto felt a little uncomfortable.

Although it was for her that Fujiwara no Miyabi endured Lin Qingsu's fire.

Although she never hoped to become Lin Qingsu's wife from the beginning to the end, it was naturally the best thing for her to be a concubine and have Fujiwara no Nakamiya, who treated her as a sister, as her wife.

Although she understood...

She understood it all, and she knew even more clearly that it was entirely because she was too "weak" and could not withstand the whipping that she became like this, but she saw that the man who had just taken her virginity last night was actually hugging another woman with his back to her.

Even though she knew it was because she couldn't satisfy him even once, Fujimoto couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

He blamed himself for being useless, blamed Fujiwara no Nakamiya for stealing someone else's love, and blamed Lin Qingsu for being inconsiderate.

Just as Fujihara was feeling sorry for herself, her eyes, which had dried up from crying last night, became watery again.

Suddenly I felt that the blurry shadow in front of my eyes had changed a little.

When she looked again, she found that Lin Qingsu had let go of Fujiwara no Nakamiya at some point and was turning her head to face her sideways, looking at her with a smile on her face.

"male..."

Fujiharako just started to complain, but she was speechless.

I could only cry and soon the bed, which was still wet, was wet again.

After a cup of tea, Lin Qingsu let go of Fujimoto who was sleeping with a satisfied look on her face, and heard a hoarse voice behind her that sounded like a laugh and a complaint.

"Young Master is very compassionate to Sister Zezi."

Lin Qingsu turned around when he heard that, and Fujiwara Akiko was looking at him with a smile that was neither a smile nor a resentment.

She looks like a typical green tea-themed woman.

Lin Qingsu looked away awkwardly. Of course he knew what Fujiwara Akiko was referring to.

It was their first time as well, so he felt soft-hearted when Fujiwara Akiko cried. However, Fujiwara Akiko even fainted several times last night, but he had no sympathy for her at all. Faced with such a stark contrast, how could Fujiwara Akiko not feel resentful?

Not knowing how to comfort her, Lin Qingsu simply reached out his hand. He has always been a man of action.

Fujiwara Akiko was horrified: "Do you want to kill me?!"

Just by moving back, Fujiwara Akiko's face immediately showed pain, cold sweat appeared on her forehead where her hair was stuck and she bit her mouth, and her body trembled.

Lin Qingsu thought about it and whispered something to her.

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Akiko looked at him with an even more resentful expression. After struggling for a while, she sighed resignedly.

"Sometimes I really feel like I'm the slave girl you bought."

Then, she endured the severe pain and crawled into the quilt.

Lin Qingsu lay there staring at the ceiling in a daze.

It wasn't that he wanted to, but he really didn't know how to comfort Fujiwara Akiko, so he decided to prove his love for her with actions.

What about the love affairs and resentments of the literati, what about the "sorrow" that is popular among the literati during the peaceful period? In Lin Qingsu's opinion, it is just that they are too idle. Let them work ten hours a day and see if they still have the mind to think about love affairs.

The effect was very successful, and Fujiwara Akiko kept silent.

I don’t know how much time had passed, almost from the time the roosters first crowed to the time the birds started singing, when footsteps were heard outside the courtyard. The small steps stopped at the door, and the gentle voice of a maid was heard.

"Your Excellency, the Left Minister requests an audience."

"Um...Father...cough cough cough...what does he want to do...slurp...what does he want to do with me?"

The maid looked up at the opaque paper window in confusion, then quickly remembered her identity and lowered her head.

"He wants to tell you what happened last night."

"I'm...busy."

"My slave understands."

Is the Empress Dowager enjoying something delicious?

But as the Empress Dowager, how delicious and rare could the food be that would make Her Majesty be reluctant to put it down on her teeth and keep slurping it in her mouth?

The maid turned and left, confused.

After another cup of tea, the maid returned to the window again.

"My apologies, Your Majesty, but the Right Minister said he has something he must discuss with you."

"Then... let him talk to me... at your place."

The maid became increasingly confused.

What does the disgusting nausea and vomiting sound and the constant sniffing sound mean to the Queen?

What on earth is the Empress Dowager eating?

It makes people sick, yet they can’t stop talking about it. Is there such a magical thing in this world?

The maid's curiosity about what the Empress was eating overwhelmed her surprise and panic at the Empress's disrespect to her biological father, the Right Minister. She replied "yes" and walked out with a worried look on her face.

"Right Minister, the Empress is too unwell to greet you. If you have anything important to discuss privately, please speak to her at the door."

Fujiwara no Michinaga frowned slightly, then relaxed.

"Lead the way."

If anyone dared to treat him like this, even if it was the emperor, he would let that person know who had the final say in the Heian period.

Even if you are really seriously ill and about to die, you still have to invite me respectfully.

This is a matter of face for the Fujiwara clan, and even Fujiwara no Hidemitsu would help him if he knew about it.

But if it's his daughter, then it's up to him.

She was sent to the palace at the age of eleven. Although as the patriarch he valued the interests of the family and his own rights more, it was impossible to say that he had no guilt towards his eldest daughter. Moreover, although she was cold to him and would only remember him as a father when she needed her, she was still very sensible in the overall situation.

Plus, I was really frightened last night, so it's reasonable that I caught a cold.

There is also the distinction between men and women. When he is lying on his bed, let alone outside the door, he won't say anything even if his father stands outside the window in the yard.

After walking with the maid for a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you know where Mr. Lin is?"

Michinaga Fujiwara kept thinking about last night when his eldest daughter interrupted him while he was pimping and took Lin Qingsu away.

It just so happened that he had just looked for Lin Qingsu to discuss how to deal with the evil concubine, but he couldn't find him anywhere.

This made Fujiwara no Michinagai suspicious.

The maid shook her head blankly: "I haven't seen Mr. Lin since yesterday."

Fujiwara no longer asked. Since she said she didn't see it, then she didn't see it. Even if this maid had the courage, she wouldn't dare to lie to him.

But where did Lin Qingsu go?

After walking for a while, another maid came towards them from the opposite side of the corridor in the courtyard. When she saw the two of them, she bowed slightly to Fujiwara no Michinaga and explained her purpose.

"Please, Lord Right Minister, go to the side hall and rest for a while."

"can."

Fujiwara no Michinaga didn't expect that he would have to wait for three cups of tea.

Fujiwara no Michinaga couldn't figure it out.

Whether in terms of interests or blood relationship, there is no need for Fujiwara Akiko to treat him like this. The only explanation is that she has fallen in love with Lin Qingsu, and she was very unhappy about his intention to marry his second daughter Yanzi to Lin Qingsu last night.

So, my eldest daughter is angry with me?

Just as he was holding the cold teacup and wondering what the relationship between her and Lin Qingsu was, the maid walked in.

"Sorry for the long wait, Your Excellency the Left Minister." The maid bowed slightly and said sideways, "Please follow me."

After walking for a while, Fujiwara no Michinaga saw Fujiwara no Akiko in another room, and there was another person he had never expected.

Lin Qingsu actually appeared here as well.

Fujiwara Akiko was wearing a palace dress with wet hair, and looked like she had just taken a shower.

Fujiwara no Michinaga glanced at his daughter's face, which had a lot of strange blushes on it and her sitting posture was awkward. As an experienced man, Fujiwara no Michinaga understood why. He paused slightly, then looked seriously at Lin Qingsu who was looking straight ahead.

When I looked closely, I found that the ends of his hair seemed to be a little wet. It looked like he had just taken a shower, but he wiped it so clean that it was not easy to notice.

"It does seem that it is not very convenient to move." Fujiwara no Michinaga said meaningfully.

Fujiwara Akiko looked at her biological father coldly, then glared at Lin Qingsu fiercely and said indifferently.

"Father, why did you come to see me so early in the morning?"

"Akira, why is your voice so hoarse?" asked Fujiwara no Michinaga.

"I just caught a cold." Fujiwara Akiko said calmly, "Let's talk about it."

"I was originally planning to discuss with you about replacing your maids in the palace and strengthening the guards." Fujiwara no Michigami paused slightly, then glanced between the two of them and smiled meaningfully: "It seems that it is no longer necessary now."

"Since there's nothing else to do, please leave early, father." Fujiwara Akiko didn't give her father any face at all: "I'm a little tired."

Fujiwara Michigami didn't care and looked at Lin Qingsu: "What are you going to do?"