Taking a bath

  She blinked suspiciously and asked, "Husband, what you said is quite strange. What's there to discuss? I'm thinking of how to take off your clothes, do you have a way?"

  Xiao Heng's whole body went numb when he was called "husband" by her, and he almost touched the scissors in his excitement. He quickly sat up straight, but his eyes couldn't hide his joy, and his moist eyes kept darting around, staring at Yuan Yi eagerly, saying repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, wife, you do whatever you want." Ah, this title of "wife" sounds so good, Xiao Heng's face suddenly flushed, and he glanced at Yuan Yi again, secretly repeating the word in his heart several times.

  The several young masters next to him thought this scene was unbearable and huddled together whispering.

  "It's all over, it's all over, Xiao Dage has fallen this time."

  "Yes, from now on, I can never happily play with Grandpa Xiao again."

  "Alas, it's a pity, they say even heroes can't resist beautiful women, and it seems even a bear like me is no exception."

  "Shut up, kid! Don't you want your sister-in-law to marry her younger sister off to you?"

  Several people exchanged a glance, all of them shuddered. The sister's younger sister? Better not to think about it, can't afford to take it in.

  She deliberately ignored the whispers of a few people, but instead showed a hint of satisfaction in her eyes towards Xiao Heng's good deed, and continued to use scissors to compare on her body. When she felt it was almost done, she magnanimously spared him, moved her right hand to his right waist, found a slightly raised spot, cut open the outer garment, revealing the white knot inside.

  Her lips curled up with a hint of a smile, and then along the sleeve mouth to the collar, after quickly undoing the waist knot, slightly hesitated, squatted down, grabbed the white undergarment and pulled it out, a white split-sleeved undergarment appeared in her hand.

  He waved the clothes in his hand and asked the prince: "Can you keep your word, Your Highness?"

  Wei Tai's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Yuan Yi for a long time before curling up the corners of his red lips in a subtle smile. "Indeed, it's interesting. Fourth young lady, rest assured, I am a man of my word." After that, he finally shifted his gaze to Yuan Yi and said gently, "Yi'er, let's return to the palace. If you miss your sister, you can invite her to visit you in the palace."

  Yuanyi's body trembled as he was called out, his face stiff as he walked to his side, bowed and replied: "Yes, thank you, Your Highness."

  Wei Tai's eyes swept over Yuan Yi's body, silently laughing, and turned to leave with Yuan Yi, leaving behind a chorus of farewell voices.

  Xiao Heng's eyebrows had not relaxed since the Crown Prince called out "Yi'er" just now, and he was already well aware of the inside story of the Crown Prince marrying Yuan Yi. He had been on guard against him all along, thinking that as time passed, the Crown Prince would gradually disperse his thoughts after experiencing many beautiful women. However, judging from tonight's situation, it seemed that he still had ulterior motives.

  At this time, his shoulder was patted, and he looked up to meet Wei Qian's teasing eyes. His gaze paused on his broken clothes, meaningfully saying: "A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, come from afar, enjoy it well!" Then, hand in hand with Yun Xiangru, they floated away.

  As for those dandy young masters, they made eyes at Xiao Heng and were kicked out by him. Yuan Rou saw this and gave Yuan Yi a reassuring glance, sensibly exiting the room door, while still wondering in her heart why her husband had not come to pick her up despite the late hour, had something happened?

  Everyone in the room suddenly left, leaving only Xiao Heng and Yuan Yi facing each other, the atmosphere gradually becoming awkward.

  Xiao Heng covered his mouth and coughed lightly, pointing to the Huaijiu wine on the Eight Immortals table, saying: "Wife, why don't we drink a toast?"

  Yuanyi nodded, picked up a wine cup with one hand, and the slender fingers stained with red rouge grasped the golden peony white porcelain cup. In the flickering candlelight, it flashed with a bright and smooth luster. The fingertips moved lightly, like a beautiful and vivid painting. The large red satin sleeve of her wedding dress slipped down, revealing a section of slender white wrist, and on her wrist as white as jade, she wore a pure white and smooth white jade bracelet. The jade bracelet was almost merged with the skin tone, if not for the lack of warmth and fragrance, it would be no different from the skin tone.

  Truly fulfilled that sentence, people by the kiln are like the moon, wrists frozen with frost and snow.

  Xiao Heng's face was filled with astonishment, staring at her blushing cheeks, his throat slightly moving, as he wrapped his hands around hers and drained the cup of wine. The faint aroma lingered on their lips and tongues, fragrant and intoxicating. He suddenly recalled the previous brief kiss, just like this cup of pear blossom white wine, light and shallow, yet it made one drunk to the bottom of their heart.

  As he thought so, his gaze couldn't help but fall on Yuanyi's lips, thin and red, stained with a deep cherry color, with the remaining pear-blossom white wine stain, moist and shiny like the fruit on the branch, tempting people to itch. It was as if he had been bewitched, Xiao Heng lowered his head, stretched out his tongue and licked her lips, the clear wine flavor mixed with the sweet and greasy fragrance of rouge, although it lacked a few points of the refreshing sweetness of the wine, but added another lingering aftertaste.

  His sudden movement made her pause, a numbness spreading from the soles of her feet to her back, and under his scorching breath, she felt her legs go weak, as if all her strength had been drained away.

  Maybe she's just hungry?

  She pushed Xiao Heng who was about to come over, pouted and said: "I'm so hungry."

  Xiao Heng suddenly remembered that Yuan Yi hadn't eaten for a whole day, and a hint of remorse flashed in his eyes. He suppressed the emotions in his heart and shouted towards the door: "Come on, bring the dishes."

  The door opened quickly, and several maids in bright clothes brought steaming hot dishes to the Eight Immortals table, retreated in order, and closed the door. Yuanyi's stomach was growling with hunger, so she sat down to eat, and Xiao Heng saw her eating deliciously, also sat down and had some with her.

  Yuanyi used a silk handkerchief to wipe her mouth delicately, while secretly glancing at Xiao Heng out of the corner of her eye. She saw him scratching his head and ears, looking like he didn't know what to do, and she couldn't help but laugh inwardly. The subtle tension that had been present just a moment before finally dissipated. Having lived for two lifetimes, this little scene was nothing to get worked up about.

  She put down her silk handkerchief and called out towards the door: "Su Mei, prepare some water." Even if it was their wedding night, they still had to wash off the day's makeup and dust.

  Su Mei knew that her sister-in-law had a daily habit of bathing, let alone on the wedding night. As soon as she arrived at Xiao's house, she communicated with the kitchen staff, prepared a bucket of hot water, and asked several strong women to carry the hot water into the compartment. She also found a set of underclothes from the trunk for her sister-in-law and had Lian Mei wait on her inside, before she could finally tidy up Xiao Heng.

  Because of being rescued before, Sumei had a good impression of him. Seeing his tattered appearance, she knew it was her young mistress's doing. As a slave, she naturally wanted to help her master clean up. "Young Master, my young mistress made you a set of undergarments. Would you like to change into them?"

  Xiao Heng's eyebrows rose, and he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. To maintain his composure in front of his subordinates, he nodded calmly, "Alright, have someone bring another bucket of water in, I'll take a bath too."

  "Now?" Sumei looked embarrassed, "But Miss is still in the east compartment, where should we put the bathtub?"

  Xiao Heng stared at her, Master is such a clever person, how can the slaves by his side be so stupid.

  In fact, Sumei's head was not wooden, but she hadn't fully adjusted her state yet. As soon as she saw Xiao Heng's gaze, she immediately reacted and blushed, hastily responding with a "yes", going in to pull out the dried plum, and also mentioning it to her own daughter, and having someone carry in a bucket of hot water.

  Xiao Heng had just entered when he saw that the inside was misty, Yuan Yi was sitting in a bathtub filled with bright red flower petals. Her slender hands gently stirred, and the clear water with flower petals instantly fell from her fingertips along her smooth arms, and further up, it was her round and delicate shoulders, neck like a lotus stem, face like a peony. Her pale skin had a petal of tender flowers on it, fresh and fragrant, light and beautiful.

  A beautiful picture of a natural beauty bathing, with water lilies emerging from the water, without any artificial embellishments.

  Upon hearing the footsteps, Yuan Yi turned around and saw Xiao Heng's dazed expression. He raised an eyebrow, placed his hands on the edge of the tub, leaned back, and in a low, husky voice that was like a gentle whisper in her ear, said: "Husband is also here to bathe?"

  As she did so, the water in the bathtub also rippled, revealing her snow-white skin and deep cleavage, a breathtakingly beautiful sight that was both elegant and alluring.

  Xiao Heng's eyes widened, and then his nose suddenly became hot, and bright red blood flowed out happily. His face immediately turned red, and he hastily wiped it away with his sleeve, looking at Yuan Yi in embarrassment.

  But the original intention was laughed at by his wretched appearance. The sleeves that had been cut open earlier were dangling from his hands, faintly revealing the wheat-colored skin inside. When he raised his hand, his entire forearm came into view, slender and powerful, with a burst of energy and momentum. Originally a vivid and handsome young man, but somehow couldn't shake off an air of foolishness.

  Her mocking gaze was too obvious, Xiao Heng felt a surge of annoyance in his heart. As the great Xiao Master, how could he lose to a woman? So he puffed out his chest, gave a sly smile, and walked towards Yuan Yi while untying his jade belt and outer shirt. His deep, expressive peach blossom eyes gazed at Yuan Yi as he approached the edge of her bathtub, his body now only clad in thin underpants.

  His hand flicked up a string of water droplets and blew a mouthful of hot air against her ear, murmuring: "Wife, shall I help you scrub your back?"

  This demonically charming appearance, except for the first time they met, Yuan Yi hadn't seen it in a long time. In the following days, he was always being mischievous and acting foolishly, she almost forgot that this guy had a reputation for being unrestrained and free-spirited.

  His thick and warm palm had been wandering on her back, the thin calluses on his palms scraping against her delicate skin, causing a stinging pain, followed by a dense and numbing itch, as if millions of ants were crawling on her body, or soft and light feathers gently sweeping across her heart. A never-before-experienced ticklishness slowly rose from deep within, seeping into every bone, flowing through the blood, and spreading throughout her scorching hot body.

  Suddenly, Yuan Yi let out a low moan, grasping the large hand held to her chest, stretching out her elegant swan-like neck, her face flushed, her eyes dazed. Her bright and beautiful phoenix eyes glared at Xiao Heng with annoyance, exuding charm, "I'll wash myself, your bathtub is over there."

  Her voice was soft and weak, like a low whisper, with a lazy and languid tone that instantly made Xiao Heng's face flush red with excitement, his breathing becoming hot and heavy.