Ink Burns

Chapter 229 Wood Life
Fu Mingjiang was well aware of this.

Today, her father-in-law, Marquis Wuding, was trying to persuade her mother to make up her mind to give up Chang Lin. She didn't have any feelings for the Chang family. She didn't think much of the burly Chang Lin or the Zhou family, who came from the lowest social class. Her only feeling was more complicated about Chang Yusu: she knew that Chang Yusu liked her, but she didn't like him. Who would like a pale, strong, bald man with no eyebrows? Only a handsome young man like Yulang, with a good family background and reputation, was worthy of her affection.

Although she didn't like Chang Yusu, she was willing to be a little closer to him out of pity for his affection for her—she had always been such a kind and forgiving woman.

But now Chang Yusu has long since escaped from the Jingzhao Yin and his whereabouts are unknown. He may have already run to the north and is happily embracing a Tartar woman wearing a sheepskin coat and whose hair is full of lice until he ascends to heaven!
Chang Yusu is disloyal, so don't blame her for helping Yulang scheme against the Chang family.
Fu Mingjiang swayed her waist twice, and her huge belly moved accordingly.

Cui Yulang lowered his head, looking at the plump white maggot that had swallowed a big melon, and almost couldn't control his vulnerable expression.

Fu Mingjiang tilted her head back, her long black hair hanging straight to the ground, and rested her head against Cui Yulang's chest. Her little face beamed with a sweet smile as she said, "Mother values ​​relationships and has done nothing wrong. It's just that the Chang family is truly unworthy of such treatment. After receiving so much praise over the years, the entire Chang family is now reduced to just Chang Lin guarding the Xishan camp. If it were someone else who had given them such treatment, they might have taken over the military defenses of the seven prefectures and fourteen counties in the capital region."

Fu Mingjiang hooked her arm around Cui Yulang's neck and pulled him down, her eyes filled with seductive allure, her voice soft and cloying: "Mother, I'll speak to her myself—she's always busy promoting this person and supporting that person, she should also promote her own son-in-law. The Ministry of Works is busy and tedious, and you're away all year round. After you have a child, do you expect him to never see his father?"

Using the momentum, Cui Yulang bent down little by little, his straight nose brushing against Fu Mingjiang's cheek, his warm breath spraying unrestrainedly onto the woman's slightly upturned red lips.

Fu Mingjiang turned her head as if to kiss him.

Cui Yulang subtly turned his head to avoid it.

“How could he not see his father?” Cui Yulang’s throat held an indescribable, barely perceptible teasing tone: “He’ll guarantee—” He paused slightly: “He’ll see his father every day.”

The room was filled with a light and lingering pear scent, mixed with the strong aroma of freshly dried lilies, stirring up a jumble of thoughts.

Fu Mingjiang let out a few soft moans of unbearable pleasure, turned completely around, and rubbed against Cui Yulang's chest like a thirsty cat. She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Cui Yulang's sleeve, and with her index finger, she coiled the fine silk fabric around her fingertips. She then pulled it down, revealing Cui Yulang's fair and smooth shoulder: "I said I missed you."

Cui Yulang glanced sideways at the paper window without revealing his expression; a short, dark shadow was already projected onto the paper.

Cui Yulang smiled, casually brushing his fingertip across Fu Mingjiang's full, slightly parted lips, his voice low and restrained: "Really? Judging by the dates, it's early autumn when she'll give birth?"

Fu Mingjiang squinted, opened her mouth and took Cui Yulang's finger into her mouth, speaking indistinctly: "It's September, you mustn't go out again."

Cui Yulang stood upright, his eyelids drooping, calmly looking down at his wife who was infatuated and confused.

“Musheng must go to Hanshan Temple on the first and fifteenth of each month to light lamps and accumulate blessings for the child in your womb. When you see him next time, you can give him some silver as a reward,” Cui Yulang said.

Fu Mingjiang let out a soft moan, her eyes tightly shut, her body twisting erratically as if trying to pull her husband down from his pedestal. She mumbled, then gave a soft snort, seemingly impatient and annoyed: "Why talk about that cripple now—"

Fu Mingjiang, with her nimble tongue and squinting eyes, greedily and passionately twirled Cui Yulang's fingers one by one into her mouth, as if licking a delicacy. Her saliva dripped, her desire blatantly obvious: "Do you know what people in the capital say about that cripple? They say that Cui Yulang, a man as ethereal as an immortal, how could he have an ugly, lame person serving him? Could it be that Mu Sheng saved Yulang's life?"

The last syllable was drawn out for a very long time.

The fragrance in the room grew stronger, intoxicating and passionate, like wildflowers blooming all over the mountains, stimulating the woman's senses and sending tidal waves of desire straight to her brain.

The woman anxiously tilted her head back, her eyes tightly shut, waiting for her lover to approach. Cui Yulang turned to the side, twisted his waist, glanced down, and casually pulled a thick, dark linen towel from the bedside table.

Cui Yulang's hands were even more alluring than his face.

Her fingers were long and slender like jade, as if the finest Hetian jade had been crafted by the most skilled artisans, who meticulously carved out the smooth lines of the initial shape, and then, over time, refined the joints and skin to create a stunning and enduring appearance.

These hands covered Fu Mingjiang's eyes with a coarse linen cloth.

Fu Mingjiang parted her lips slightly with longing, her remaining rationality compelling her to speak: "...Can...can I not be blindfolded?"

"You know the rules."

Cui Yulang's voice was low, and his hand rested lightly on the knot of the handkerchief: "If you're not going to lie, then I won't do it."

The word "do" seems to press down on the lowest and tightest string of the guqin, producing a short, melodious sound.

Fu Mingjiang gasped twice, his face showing impatience: "We've been married for seven years, spending far less time together than together. Our moments of joy are often spent in complete darkness, or with our eyes covered. Yulang—let me see you—I want to see your passionate side..."

“You are pregnant, and my father told me to kick Lin out,” Cui Yulang said in a low voice.

Fu Mingjiang opened his eyes groggily, his face showing undisguised joy.

"Covered with cloth?" Cui Yulang asked again.

"Mengmeng." Fu Mingjiang's eyelids were almost too heavy to lift. It felt as if hundreds of flesh-eating ants were crawling out from under her, slowly gnawing away at her last remaining sanity. Her eyes were bloodshot, her legs were slightly apart, and her huge belly was like a ball of flesh hanging on her waist, waiting to be lifted up.

Cui Yulang bent down and wiped his lips hard on Fu Mingjiang's slightly parted lips. He turned his head to look at the wall on the right. The cabinet door was already ajar, and the buck-toothed cripple Mu Sheng crawled out from inside. The cripple shrugged and cautiously raised his eyelids to look at Cui Yulang.

Cui Yulang blinked silently.

The lame man, Mu Sheng, knelt down on both knees with practiced ease, gently rolling up Fu Mingjiang's skirt little by little to reveal her spread legs and white flesh.

The ugly, lame man wisely bent down.

Cui Yulang turned away indifferently, walking around the screen. Behind him, he heard a woman's hazy, fragmented, and broken moans. Desire leaked from between her lips and teeth, penetrating the double-sided screen embroidered with hibiscus, silver thread, and wisteria flowers, lingering in the fragrant night.

In the low-ceilinged flower hall, Cui Yulang turned his head back expressionlessly, his heart undisturbed. He then turned and lowered his head, pushed open the hidden door, and went straight to Aunt Lin's place in the east courtyard.

(End of this chapter)