Don't be tempted, sir

Chapter 151 Ye Yu

Shen Yining was still sitting at the table pouring wine by himself. He filled the glass with wine and drank it all in one gulp. The strong liquor burned his throat. He held the candy in his hand tightly, feeling bitter in his heart. He never thought that he disliked him so much and was unwilling to even do the superficial courtesy.

She turned around and picked up another glass to drink. Song Xiaoyuan walked over and stopped the glass. He stood up and drank it all in one gulp. He put down the empty glass and told her, "Don't drink anymore. Wait."

Seeing him put on his clothes and go out, Shen Yining filled his glass with wine and drank one cup after another without listening. When he came back, the wine pot was empty.

Song Xiaoyuan put down the medicine bowl at the table and sat down with her. She had slightly flushed cheeks and tears in her eyes. They looked at each other without saying a word. Shen Yining felt a pain in her right shoulder due to the alcohol. She couldn't help but frown and raised her hand to support her shoulder.

"If you feel better in your heart, your body will feel worse. Drink it... and you will feel better." Song Xiaoyuan brought the bowl of medicine to her. Shen Yining refused to drink it and turned her head away, feeling the pain.

Seeing that she was angry, Song Xiaoyuan ordered the nanny outside the door to bring in another bowl of sobering soup.

"Is it okay for me to drink with you?"

Shen Yining looked at the two bowls of bitter medicine on the table, and saw him holding up the cups to make a gesture of connecting cups. He felt happier and took the other bowl. The two of them passed around and drank the two bowls of bitter medicine in one gulp.

The nanny had never seen anyone passing bowls and drinking medicine on a wedding night, but the young man trying to make his mistress happy looked truly loving. She smiled happily while he rinsed his mouth, took the bowl out and closed the door.

The red candle flickered in the room, and only two people were left. Shen Yining, who seemed to be drunk, was a little bolder. With a slightly red cheek, she couldn't help but hug him with longing. After they were held in the cage in Qiang country, too many things happened and she never got into his arms again. She was sad when she got what she wanted. She buried her head in his chest. With a faint smell of alcohol mixed with pine, Shen Yining said in a muffled voice: "I know that you don't want to marry me anymore. Thank you today... Thank you."

He didn't hug her, his tone was emotionless, he raised his hand and patted the thin back in his arms as if to comfort her: "Go to sleep."

Shen Yining couldn't hide her disappointment and lowered her head to leave his arms, turned around and crawled into the bed and closed her eyes and lay down. It was about to rain outside, and the red candles of dragons and phoenixes that were supposed to burn until dawn were blown out by the wind and rain. In the darkness, Shen Yining couldn't help crying and leaned against the inside to sleep, fearing that she would disturb him.

Unexpectedly, the candlelight was lit again. Song Xiaoyuan closed the window, relit the candle, put down the fire, and lay down on the couch.

"It's windy, cover yourself with a blanket."

I thought he was the one who blew it out, but it turned out to be the wind... Shen Yining, with her back turned, was speechless. He was sleeping next to her, and her sobbing could still be heard. Song Xiaoyuan turned sideways to face her back and raised his hand to pat her gently as if to comfort her.

It would have been fine if she hadn't comforted him. Once she comforted him, Shen Yining could no longer hold back the confusion she had been feeling for a month. She asked in a sad voice, "Those etiquettes... do you really... don't want to marry me from the bottom of your heart?"

The hand patting her back did not stop. After a long silence, the raindrops fell in the wind. The person behind her closed his eyes and said, "Virtually virtuous, suitable for a good family, and satisfying... Miss Shen, you just need to be yourself."

The so-called etiquette has always been nothing more than a test of whether a woman will be obedient and virtuous in the future. He does not need such a wife, so he does not like the words recited by the matchmaker and the nanny. She has always been herself, and being a wife is just an identity.

Shen Yining calmed down, wiped her tears, turned around and moved into his arms, finding a comfortable position and nestling in his arms filled with pine resin.

Song Xiaoyuan rested his chin on the top of her head and patted her back with his arms. They lay on the couch and listened quietly to the sound of water dripping on the tiles. The sound of rain was soothing and the red candles in the room crackled from time to time. Their breathing gradually became even as if they had been tired for a long time.

The next day, at three o'clock in the morning, there was no sound in the room. Nanny Shen felt something was wrong and wanted to knock on the door, but the son-in-law was also pacing hesitantly inside, and the servants of the Song family did not disturb her and quietly cleaned up the garden.

It was almost lunchtime when Shen Yining woke up in his arms with a red face. His pajamas were slightly opened by his head, revealing the wound that Liu Taiyi had cut and treated. Now it was smooth with a few thin light red scars, not as ferocious as before. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke it gently. A hoarse voice that had just woken up sounded above his head: "Morning."

Shen Yining quickly withdrew her hand, raised her head and smiled, "Good morning, husband."

Song Xiaoyuan had a severe headache after drinking too much yesterday. Seeing that he was not feeling well, Shen Yining got up from the bed and poured him some water. Thinking that she had crushed him, she spoke with concern and regards, "Are you not feeling well?"

"Well, but it's okay. Put on some clothes first and don't catch a cold." Song Xiaoyuan took the water and moistened his mouth. It rained all night last night and it was cloudy today, so it was still a little cold. He got off the bed, put on his clothes with her, and asked the servants outside the door to serve him.

The maid and the servant washed and dressed with the two of them, and an old nanny led the maid to tidy up the bed. Gao Xing walked to the bedside and found that the bedding was not messy at all. The old nanny smiled slightly and ordered the maid to tidy up the bedding. As the bedding and bed sheet were lifted, the wedding veil underneath was still as pure white as new. The old nanny's face suddenly turned bad, and she quickly ordered the maid to tidy up and left.

The old nanny came to Song's mother's garden with a clean wedding veil. Song's mother was in a good mood and picked up a pot of water to water the flowers. The old nanny handed the wedding veil to Rong Xin, an old servant beside Song's mother, and said, "Madam, the young master and the young lady have not...slept together."

This news did not affect Mother Song's mood at all, and she continued to be as cheerful as watering flowers in the spring breeze: "Rong Xin, put it away. Yi Ning is weak, there is no rush."

"Yes." Rong Xin nodded and signaled the old lady to go down and get busy.

"Let's go, it's time for dinner!" After watering the plants, Song's mother handed the kettle to the maid, her voice full of lightness.

Song's parents were sitting in the hall, smiling kindly. The newlyweds came over. Shen Yining had her hair done up in a bun, looking a little old and dignified for her eighteen years. Shen Yining respectfully served them tea: "Father-in-law and mother-in-law, how are you? I got up late and missed the time. Please punish me, elders."

Song's mother gently handed her daughter-in-law tea and sipped it gently: "My daughter-in-law, the tea is fragrant! Just treat Yining as your own home. There are servants to serve you, so you can be more relaxed and don't need to be restrained."

Song Jueming drank his tea and glanced at his son standing beside him: "Xiaoyuan, you must take good care of your wife from now on, and don't let anyone bully her. Yining, there are not so many rules and etiquette in our family, so just be casual."

Shen Yining took the tea bowl from the two elders with a smile, and said softly: "Okay, thank you, parents-in-law."

Song Xiaoyuan stood silently aside, and the group went to the dining table to have breakfast. Song Xiaoyuan ate little and put down his bowl and chopsticks early, "Father, mother, I want to take Yining to Qiannan these few days. I wonder if there is anything important at home?"

After eating, Song's mother wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and said, "You are weak now, and the quiet hot springs in Qiannan are suitable for recuperation. There is nothing to do at home, so you can go without worrying. It's just... it's feasible to set off the day after tomorrow."

"Sure, what's the matter, mother?"

Song's mother came closer and whispered, "It turns out that mother didn't think it through. The people in the mansion are all elderly and they haven't arranged for them to learn how to wear a new hairstyle in Beijing. Yi Ning is so delicate and pretty, and this old lady's hairstyle is not suitable for her."

Song Xiaoyuan raised her eyes and couldn't help but curl her lips. This morning, Xingyue wanted to comb her hair, and she took the initiative to ask the old servant in the mansion to comb her hair, saying that she just wanted to feel the feeling of being a woman in the boudoir.

Xingyue looked down on him as she left the house. She spoke in a low voice but was still heard by Song Xiaoyuan behind her. She didn't know where she heard that on the first day of marriage, one should wear old-fashioned hair, as it means the husband will grow old together after seeing it.

At this moment, the young and childish face with the heavy and old-fashioned bun was still smiling happily. Song Xiaoyuan sat up and cleared his throat: "Well, it's okay for mother to arrange it."

After eating, Shen Yining rolled his eyes and asked: "Let's go to Qiannan. Are the azaleas still blooming?"

Song Jueming smiled and replied: "The azalea has faded, but there are more beautiful ones."

"Father-in-law, what is more beautiful?"

Song Jueming thought his son was surprised, so he smiled but said nothing. Shen Yining turned around and looked at Song Xiaoyuan curiously. Song Xiaoyuan spoke slowly, "Lotus."

"Lotus? There's no lotus pond in Huanyun Pavilion?"

"It's somewhere else, not in Huanyun Pavilion."

"Oh~ I forgot June is the season of lotus flowers, it must be beautiful!"

Song's mother smiled and replied, "It is very beautiful. There is also the only dish Xiao Yuan can cook there. I will ask him to cook it for you to try!"

"What dish? Can Xiao Yuan cook?"

The Song family hadn't been so happy for a long time. The group of people were discussing happily. Song Jueming stroked his beard and laughed all the time. He was an expert when it came to scenery! When it came to her son, Song's mother was also an expert. Song Xiaoyuan was also sitting aside...

"Really? Xiao Yuan fell into the lotus pond and got a mouthful of mud! And got pecked on the head by a chicken! Hahaha~"