Do you know: I am Xu Jiazi

Chapter 834 Minglan Galloping on Horseback [Thank you! Thank you again! 7k words owed]

Seeing Minglan's slightly open mouth in surprise, Xu Zaijing simply opened the eye that had been closed.

Their eyes met for a moment, and Minglan hurriedly raised her fan again, then lowered her head and hid behind it.

The two remained silent, and the room fell quiet.

By candlelight, Minglan looked up through the semi-transparent fan at the bed and saw that Xu Zaijing had already sat up straight.

Upon seeing this, Minglan quickly lowered her eyes again.

"Why are you so far away from me? Come closer." Xu Zaijing's slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Minglan bit her lip and took two steps forward.

"Closer!"

Minglan took another step.

"call--"

Xu Zaijing breathed a long sigh of relief.

Minglan's vision suddenly went dark as Xu Zaijing, who was sitting on the bed, stood up.

Just now, Minglan's fingers, which were holding the fan, brushed against Xu Zaijing's clothes as he stood up.

Minglan instinctively wanted to take a step back.

But as soon as she moved her foot, she felt a tightness and heat around her waist.

"That's perfect, don't return it." Xu Zaijing's voice, tinged with a hint of alcohol, came from above.

Minglan quickly lowered her head and nodded: "Mm."

Then, Xu Zaijing slowly pulled the fan out of Minglan's hand with his other hand and placed it aside.

Feeling the intense gaze and breath above her head, Minglan forced herself to look up, suppressing her embarrassment.

After noticing Xu Zaijing smiling, Minglan lowered her head again.

Just when Minglan didn't know what to do.

"Is there water in the house?" Xu Zaijing asked, standing in front of him.

"Yes! Yes!" Minglan quickly replied.

As she spoke, Minglan turned away from Xu Zaijing, walked to the table, and poured herself a glass of warm water.

"Well."

Xu Zaijing reached out and took the drink, then downed it in one gulp: "Not enough."

"oh oh!"

Minglan quickly took the cup and poured another cup of water for Xu Zaijing.

Xu Zaijing looked down at the water cup that Minglan was holding in her hands, and said with a smile, "Sixth Sister, are you thirsty?"

Minglan shook her head repeatedly: "No, I'm not thirsty."

"Okay." Xu Zaijing said, taking the water glass and drinking it all in one gulp.

Seeing the empty water glass in Xu Zaijing's hand, Minglan reached out to take it from him.

"what!"

Minglan gasped softly as Xu Zaijing grabbed her small hand.

Minglan, who had never held hands with a man before, felt her cheeks flush as she touched the rough fingers in her palm.

Suppressing her embarrassment, Minglan looked up at Xu Zaijing.

But she found that Xu Zaijing's gaze was fixed on her lips below her nose.

Minglan couldn't help but purse her rosy lips.

Immediately, Minglan felt Xu Zaijing's breathing suddenly quicken, and his grip on her hand tighten.

"Phew—I'm going to take a bath."

Xu Zaijing's voice was still a little hoarse, as if the water he had just drunk had been wasted.

"Oh! Good, good!" Minglan nodded repeatedly.

Xu Zaijing: "You should change your clothes too."

"Ok!"

Xu Zaijing released her hand, and Minglan's vision brightened a little.

Only after Xu Zaijing had been gone for a few breaths did Minglan clench the hand that Xu Zaijing had held and turn to look in the direction he had left.

Seeing the swaying curtains, Minglan took two deep breaths and said, "Danju, you and Xiaotao come in."

"Yes."

When Xu Zaijing returned to the room after taking a bath, he saw Minglan sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a light, dark blue-red jacket with a red sash around her waist, making her waist appear slender and delicate.

Above the belt, below the collarbone, and between the front opening, is a slightly bulging green strapless top.

Minglan's skin was already very fair, and with the help of her clothes, she looked just like a tender, green cabbage.

Upon seeing Xu Zaijing enter the room, Minglan glanced at him and then lowered her head again.

Footsteps approached, and Minglan nervously twisted her fingers.

As Xu Zaijing sat down next to Minglan, he took off his newly changed, snow-white undershirt: "Six."

Upon hearing this, Minglan glanced at Xu Zaijing's chest and immediately jumped up as if a spring had been pressed under her buttocks.

With her perfectly proportioned legs, Minglan took two steps and stood by the table.

"Uh--"

Xu Zaijing looked down at his well-defined chest and abdomen, then put his snow-white silk undershirt back on.

Putting everything else aside, Xu Zaijing has several obvious bite marks on his shoulder that are still healing.

Standing in front of the table, Minglan realized that her actions were somewhat rash.

"Ahem! My lord, are you thirsty?"

As Minglan spoke, she turned back to look at him with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

When Minglan saw Xu Zaijing put his undershirt back on, a hint of disappointment appeared in her eyes.

"Yes!" Xu Zaijing nodded.

"Alright!" With that, Minglan picked up the kettle and water cup and poured water for Xu Zaijing again.

"Ding ding ding—" Whether from nervousness or shyness, Minglan's hands trembled, causing the spout of the teapot to collide with the rim of the cup several times.

"Ahem!" Xu Zaijing's suppressed laughter behind her made Minglan even more embarrassed.

After pouring the water, Minglan took a deep breath, then turned and walked towards the bed with the water cup in her hand.

As soon as she turned around, Minglan noticed that Xu Zaijing's posture had changed. He was now wearing shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed with his knees wide open, his hands supporting him on the bed behind him, and his eyes staring straight at Minglan.

Because of this backward leaning motion, Xu Zaijing's clothes had spread out to his sides, revealing his chest and abdomen.

Xu Zaijing's diligent training over the past ten years has resulted in very well-proportioned and aesthetically pleasing muscles in his chest and abdomen.

This left Minglan, who was seeing an adult male's body for the first time, completely bewildered, unsure where to look.

Seeing Xu Zaijing's actions, Minglan pursed her lips, walked to the bedside, and handed the cup to Xu Zaijing.

Xu Zaijing remained unmoved.

suddenly,

Minglan felt a heat on her ankles and the back of her calves, but when she walked between Xu Zaijing's knees, her retreat was blocked by Xu Zaijing's calves.

Before Minglan could react, Xu Zaijing sat up straight.

At that moment, Xu Zaijing's mouth was right next to the water cup that Minglan was holding to her chest.

Minglan now has a perspective looking down on Xu Zaijing.

Looking into Xu Zaijing's eyes, Minglan slowly brought the water cup to Xu Zaijing's lips.

"Hiss Liu."

Xu Zaijing gulped down the water in the glass.

"My lord, I... I'll go put the cup away," Minglan said in a trembling voice, feeling Xu Zaijing's legs tighten around her.

"Okay!" Xu Zaijing nodded with a smile.

"Then, my lord, please let me go," Minglan said, pursing her lips.

"Need not."

"what?"

Minglan looked confused.

suddenly.

"Ah!" Minglan cried out in surprise, losing her balance, and braced herself against Xu Zaijing.

By the time she realized what was happening, Xu Zaijing, who had stood up, had already put his arm around her waist and lifted her up.

Xu Zaijing's chest was right in front of Minglan's nose.

Minglan, who had never been so close to a man before, felt as if she could iron clothes dry on her cheeks.

Immediately afterwards, Minglan felt herself being carried a few steps by Xu Zaijing.

"Give me the cup."

"Oh."

"Tap." The cup was put back on the table.

"My lord, please let me go." Minglan murmured, but Xu Zaijing had already pulled her back to the bedside with his arms around her waist.

"Minglan." Xu Zaijing's voice came from above Minglan's head.

"Huh?" Minglan looked up at Xu Zaijing, who was looking down at her.

When the two looked at each other, Xu Zaijing said gently, "Now, it's just the two of us in the room."

Minglan had just nodded slightly when she exclaimed, "Ah!"

However, Xu Zaijing exerted a slight force on his arm, making Minglan face to face with him.

As Xu Zaijing's face drew closer, Minglan couldn't help but close her eyes.

Subsequently,

Minglan's belt was casually untied by someone.

After the jacket slipped to the ground, it revealed her underwear.
The room seemed to brighten up considerably as a result.

But as the bed curtains were drawn, the light in the room was once again obscured.

The curtains were thin and light.

A little candlelight shone in.

In the dim light, Xu Zaijing could clearly see Minglan's bright eyes.

At the beginning.

Minglan placed her hands on Xu Zaijing's chest, futilely pushing him away.

Then Minglan's hands moved to hug Xu Zaijing's neck.

Sometimes it would turn into touching Xu Zaijing's ear.

"." (Eight hundred words omitted here)
Exhausted, Minglan drifted off to sleep.

After falling asleep,
Time passed, and I don't know how much time had gone by.

Minglan found herself playing polo on a polo field in a daze.

Minglan could vaguely tell that her teammates were the older sisters of the Chai and Rong families. Everything else was fine, but the mount she was riding was very unruly!

Although the mount is unruly, the saddle and bridle seem to be of good quality and not made of wood.
Furthermore, the polo field in her dream seemed to have become boundless. Even though the goal was not far away, Minglan felt that no matter how she rode her horse, she could not reach the goal.

This is completely illogical.

Fortunately, Minglan in her dream also knew that having her thigh pressed down by a horse was not good and was dangerous!

So, even though she knew the chances of pulling her thigh out on her own were slim, she still gave it a try.

To Minglan's surprise, she only tried it once, and her thighs actually no longer felt like they were being pressed down.

Feeling that she had curled her aching legs up in front of her, Minglan breathed a sigh of relief.

"But!" a voice echoed in Minglan's mind, "I wasn't riding a horse, so why do I feel...?"

Thinking of this,

The polo field dreamscape around her quickly dissipated, and Minglan could hear the man's breathing.

Minglan felt a pang of panic as memories of her previous sleep flooded her mind, and she could feel the silky texture on her cheek.

Minglan opened her eyes and met Xu Zaijing's gaze.

At this moment, Minglan's feelings were completely different from those of the previous night.

With a quick glance, Minglan asked softly, "My lord, what are you doing?"

Xu Zaijing asked in confusion, "Hmm? Minglan, what are you doing?"

"No, it's nothing!" Minglan denied.

"it is good!"

So the polo match started again.

Before she knew it, Minglan had fallen asleep again.

In a daze, Minglan felt Xiaotao rub her twice with a large, warm, dry coarse cloth.

How could there be such fabric?

Before Minglan could continue thinking, a wave of drowsiness washed over her again.

"Xiao Tao, you don't need to wipe my mouth," Minglan mumbled, then tucked the thin silk quilt into her bosom.

"Mmm." Xu Zaijing, who had just kissed Minglan, smiled as he stood by the bed and then walked out in his undergarments.

When Xu Zaijing lay down in the bathtub, he vaguely heard Xiao Tao, Danju and Cuiwei talking, thanks to his excellent hearing.

Xiao Tao complained, "Sister Cuiwei, Young Master Xu is such a bad person!"

Xu Zaijing paused for a moment.

Danju chimed in softly, "That's right, how can you treat our young lady like this! She only got a few hours of rest all night."

"Alright, that's enough! From now on, you should address me as 'Lord'!" Cuiwei said.

After a moment of silence,

Danju's voice came again: "Sister Cuiwei, no wonder the Princess and the Consort need to take tonics! Without them, how can their bodies withstand it!"

Xiao Tao added, "When the young lady entered, I saw the Princess and the Consort smiling so beautifully that I thought they were... [someone] today."

"Sigh!" Cuiwei sighed, "When we return home on the third day after the wedding, let's ask the maid in the lower house if there are any recipes for nourishing food therapy."

"Yes," Xiao Tao replied.

Danju asked, "After all that commotion last night and this morning, why is my lord up so early? Are you going to exercise?"

Cuiwei said, "That's right! Qingcao said that no matter whether the princess enters the palace or becomes a concubine, the lord still practices every morning with great energy."

"Luckily, there are two other noble ladies here, otherwise, how would the young lady live?"

Ignoring what was said next, Xu Zaijing submerged himself in the bathtub.

An hour later,

The sky was bright.

After exercising and working up a good sweat, Xu Zaijing returned to the courtyard where Minglan lived.

When Cuiwei got up, she had been somewhat friendly to Xu Zaijing, but now her friendly expression had completely vanished.

The reason was that Cuiwei saw various marks on Minglan's body.

Cuiwei was just helping Minglan put on some clothes, and Minglan screamed in pain several times.

When Xu Zaijing took a bath, changed into new clothes, and went to his mother Sun's courtyard with Minglan, he practically carried the aching Minglan on his back.

Seeing this, Cuiwei's expression softened somewhat.

The process of Minglan's visit to Xu Minghua's wife and the gifts she received were almost identical to those of Rong Feiyan.

The eldest sister-in-law, Xie, and the second sister-in-law, Hualan, also each received a gift.

Seeing Minglan's dejected state, Chai Zhengzheng and Rong Feiyan deeply sympathized, so when they presented their gifts, they would always add, "Little sister, you've worked so hard."

Minglan responded with an empathetic smile, her eyes seemingly holding a thousand words she wanted to say to her two older sisters.

After finishing breakfast, Xu Zaijing left the mansion to attend to official business.

After talking with Sun for a while, Chai Zhengzheng and the other two were 'chased' out by Sun.

So, Minglan and Rong Feiyan accompanied Chai Zhengzheng back to Xu Zaijing's courtyard.

As soon as the three of them sat down, Minglan said in a pleading tone, "Sister Zhengzheng."

Before he could finish speaking, Chai Zhengzheng smiled and shook his head: "Sister Minglan, I've already said beforehand that I won't be free these next few days."

"what?"

Minglan turned to Rong Feiyan, who also shook her head: "Sister Minglan, it's not even the third day after your wedding, how can your husband come here?"

Minglan suddenly felt even weaker.

(End of this chapter)