My Lord, your wife is spreading rumors about you again.

Chapter 93 Kiss

On the third day after the wedding, one should return to the parents’ home.

Zhang Zhi had already prepared everything. Even old Marquis Zhang got up early to watch the servants loading the car. To put it bluntly, this Homecoming Day was a way for the husband's family to show how much they valued their new daughter-in-law.

In front of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, there were carriages loaded with goods one after another, full to the brim with jewels and precious stones, attracting many passers-by to stop and look.

Old Marquis Zhang stroked his beard with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, not bad, really not bad. If we go back with this kind of scene, it will surely shock that old man Ming Boyuan!"

"Prince! My Lord!"

Wu Wei stumbled over and stopped in front of the father and son. He panted heavily: "Madam, Madam asked you to stop working. She will not be returning to Ming's house today."

"Not going back?" Old Marquis Zhang was stunned. "Why do you suddenly not want to go back? Are you unhappy? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Zhang Zhi was panicked. Mingli had been preparing for a long time to go back to her parents' home to fight Ming Boyuan. Why did she suddenly not want to go back? He got up early in the morning and did not call her because she was sleeping soundly.

As he thought about it, Zhang Zhi became more and more uneasy.

"Dad, if you don't want to go, then don't go. Anyway, she is not in a good mood after seeing Ming Boyuan. I will go see her."

After saying that, Zhang Zhi hurriedly ran towards the inner courtyard.

Old Marquis Zhang responded, and immediately ordered the chief steward in a hurry: "Quick, quick, take my name card to the palace to invite Lu Yuanzheng! Also, these carts of things can't be prepared in vain. Although the people are not going back, there must be a display! Send them all to the Ming family and tell them that this is a gift from our young lady!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Zhi was anxious and ran fast. Wuwei chased him but couldn't catch up. When he arrived in the yard, he saw Shancha carrying a large basin of hot water into the house.

“Camellia!”

Zhang Zhi yelled, and Shan Cha was frightened. She turned around and looked, "Prince?"

"Wait a minute," Zhang Zhi's forehead was covered with sweat, and he ran to her quickly: "Where's Mingli? What happened to her? Why did she suddenly say she didn't want to go to the Ming family? Is she okay?"

Shan Cha was stunned for a moment before she reacted and replied, "The second young lady is fine. It's just..." She didn't know how to bring up this matter, but this hesitation scared Zhang Zhi half to death.

He took a step back, his eyes reddened: "She's been poisoned again, isn't she?"

"Ah?" Shancha looked up in surprise and denied repeatedly: "No, no, no, what are you thinking, Your Highness? Why are you talking about the poison again?" She explained hastily: "The second young lady found out that her period had come when she woke up this morning. She has a cold body like my young lady, so the pain is more severe than that of ordinary people. I got a hot water bottle for the young lady to cover her hands, and now I'm going to boil some hot water for her to wipe her hands."

After hearing this, Zhang Zhi felt like he had returned from hell to the human world.

He let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Next time, can you speak faster? I'm scared to death."

"Master" Shan Cha also breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death. It's broad daylight, nothing will happen to the second young lady."

Zhang Zhi took the basin of water from Shan Cha's hand and said, "Let me do it. You go get her some food."

"Yes."

The room was dark and there was no candle.

There was a bulge on the bed, and she slept on the inside, facing the wall, curled up, and covered in the quilt. Zhang Zhi smiled, and he wet his handkerchief with water, wanting to wipe her hands but afraid of waking her up, so he sat quietly beside the bed.

"You came."

Mingli was awake, and he made muffled sounds, his voice a little hoarse. Zhang Zhi took off his boots and outer robe and got on the bed, and replied softly: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" "No."

She was indeed feeling unwell and refused to say another word.

It was the first time that Zhang Zhi had seen Mingli like this. She was neither strong nor arrogant. She was also fragile and needed care.

Zhang Zhi brought his own quilt over, covering Mingli with half of it and himself with the other half. He leaned back on the couch and gently patted Mingli's back with his left hand.

After a while, she could hear the sound of steady breathing. She fell asleep. Zhang Zhi lay down a little. Mingli was facing away from him. He reached out and held the girl in his arms, giving her more warmth.

Mingli was sleeping soundly, and Zhang Zhi's movements were very gentle, so she didn't notice. She only remembered that there was the most familiar fragrance in her dream, so she slept soundly.

Zhang Zhi fell asleep slowly. During this time, Shan Cha came in with food, and seeing the two of them sleeping soundly in each other's arms, she smiled knowingly and quietly left.

The sun was at noon.

More than a dozen carriages full of treasures were sent to the Ming family. Ming Boyuan's face darkened but he didn't say anything. But Ming Qi couldn't sit still and insisted that Zhang Zhi was abusing Ming Li and even wouldn't let her come back to her parents' home!

Mingqi took a bamboo root and attacked the Zhang family, undefeated all the way. At this moment, Shancha was eating snacks in the yard. She glanced at Mingqi and sighed, "Master, the second girl is really fine. She just felt unwell today and couldn't get up. Didn't you send all the things home? Why are you here again?"

"I do not believe!"

Mingqi waved his hand with a righteous look on his face. He pointed at Shancha and said, "You must have been bewitched by that Zhang!" He shouted towards the inner room, "Sister! Second sister! Sister! Where are you? Answer big brother's question!"

Seeing this, Shancha choked on her snack.

"Oh my God! Sir, please stop shouting! The prince and the girl are sleeping. It's so hard for these two ancestors to stop quarreling. Please shut up and just do a good deed!"

"What? Quarrel?!" Ming Qi's eyes suddenly widened: "Zhang Zhi, this playboy, dares to quarrel with my sister? He is really rebellious!"

Camellia: “.”

In the room, Mingli was the first to be woken up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhang Zhi's face. She remembered that Zhang Zhi came and then she fell asleep, but she didn't know when she turned over and was wrapped in Zhang Zhi's arms.

He is very handsome.

Eyelashes drooped, skin was white and tender, facial features were delicate, eyebrows and eyes were picturesque. Mingli was stunned for a moment. Although they had slept on the same bed for several days, they were either quarreling or sulking.

The two of them originally had one quilt each, but somehow they were covered together, and it was very hot with two quilts pressing on their bodies.

Zhang Zhi was young and hot, and he held her tightly. After sleeping for more than an hour, Mingli's face had already turned red, but she didn't know whether it was because of the heat or...
"Second sister! Second sister, are you okay?"

The sounds of the artifacts became louder and louder. Zhang Zhi opened his eyes without warning and met Ming Li's eyes. Their breathing was entangled, and their eyes were filled with each other's shadows.

Zhang Zhi's eyes were like those of a bewitching enchantress. Mingli looked up as if possessed by a ghost, closed her eyes, and lightly touched the corner of his lips.

Like a dragonfly touching water.

Zhang Zhi froze instantly, his pupils dilated infinitely, which made Mingli suddenly realize what she was doing. She panicked and struggled to get up.

However, Zhang Zhi is obviously not someone who can be taken lightly.

The next second, Zhang Zhi suddenly reached out and put his arms around her waist, pushing her forward. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, while his other hand pressed the back of her head, refusing to let go.

(End of this chapter)