After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Song Nihuan felt really melancholy.

Madam Wei told her Pinga Fuyu's identity, and she didn't want to have anything to do with such a peculiar person.

But the other party came with an imperial decree. Although Jiang Yao was from Shuzhou, she was actually born and raised in Yunjing. How could she know Shu embroidery?

What if he checks her identity...

As she thought about it over and over again, she felt very nervous, as if something big was about to happen.

Xie Yunji crossed the covered bridge and finally reached Liufeng Courtyard.

A figure appeared beside the moon-shaped door, holding a blue and white oil-paper umbrella, wearing a thin white dress, and looking pretty.

She looked up at him, with a smile in her eyes, and came towards him.

He took the umbrella with one hand, hugged her with the other, and whispered, "It's raining, why did you come out to wait for me? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

She buried her head in his chest and shook her head.

Familiar breath, soft body, it's his wife...

Xie Yunji finally relaxed. He hugged her waist tightly and said, "I'm not here, but you missed me?"

Song Nihuan nodded softly.

He patted her vest gently and said, "I miss you, too."

He did miss her. When he was conspiring with the Sixth Prince in the Princess's Mansion, he wondered if she would panic and get scared if he was sent to prison.

When the princess held him, he missed her, too. He thought the princess's body was not as soft as his, and that the princess talked too much and her voice was too sharp and harsh.

When the Sixth Prince proposed this plan, the first thing he thought of was how to explain it to her.

But after thinking it over, I decided not to tell her anything.

The fewer people who know about this, the better.

Besides, he didn't want her to know what he was doing or how dangerous it was.

She only needs to tend the flowers and plants, play the piano, paint, make tea, gamble on books and spend the aroma of tea, do what she likes, and don't put herself in a difficult position.

He wanted her to live the life she was meant to live.

He liked her to laugh.

But at this moment, Song Nihuan pressed her face softly against his chest and murmured, "I'm afraid..."

"I heard that Pinga Fuyu came to deliver the imperial edict. Are you afraid of him?" He said patiently, "This man is unruly, but he is in our Dazhao territory after all. It doesn't matter what country he is from. He is just a hostage. If he dares to do anything inappropriate to you, even if he reports it to the emperor, I am not afraid to fight him to the death."

Feeling that if he spoke too harshly, it would scare her, Xie Yunji said gently: "Besides, with the foundation of the Xie family in Yunjing, it is not that they are unable to compete with Pingjia Fuyu. If he did not take the Xie family seriously, he would not have never provoked anyone in the Xie family over the years."

The Yunjing Xie family is a huge group with thousands of people in the clan, but there is no news of any conflict between them and Pingjia Fuyu.

Song Nihuan bit her lip and said insincerely, "Well, I'm not afraid with you here. I'm just worried that if Shu embroidery is not done well, the Queen will blame me."

Xie Yunji smiled and said, "Ni Huan, you are worrying too much. The queen is from the Wang family of Langya. She has seen all kinds of good things. She calls it the Longevity Picture, but it is just a pleasing name. She will not really argue with you about the quality of the embroidery. Besides, you are not the only embroiderer. Don't worry."

"It's okay if you can't embroider it well. Tell me who is giving you trouble."

Song Nihuan didn't say anything, just hugged him tightly. His heart was so soft that he threw away the umbrella, bent down, picked her up and walked into the room.

That night, she used all her strength to cling to him.

He loved it.

Seeing her melancholy look, he almost thought that she knew in advance that he would be away for a while.

He murmured her name.

Two bright red spots swayed up and down in front of him. He could feel the warmth of her body and her tears falling on his chest.

He pinched her waist lovingly, and several times he couldn't help wanting to tell her about that matter, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into: "If I'm away for a while, you...don't worry."

Her slender neck was stained with an ambiguous blush. She bit his shoulder and choked, "Don't leave me..."

"I won't leave." He let her bite him, his voice unnaturally gentle, "I will never leave you, Ni Huan, you have to believe me..."

Tonight is Molan's vigil.

The noise in the room did not stop until dawn.

The young master's low voice of comfort continued for a little longer.

Molan didn't dare to speak.

I have never heard you talk so much.

I couldn't hear what the young master was saying, but his tone was unprecedentedly gentle and patient.

Xie Yunji stopped patting Song Nihuan's vest and stared at her sleeping face quietly. He felt extremely reluctant to leave her for a while, as if he had a disease that made him irritable when he couldn't see her.

He reached out and caressed her cheeks, red lips, and chin, and kissed her carefully.

The person who was already asleep responded instinctively...

Absorb, cling to death.

Until they were exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

At dawn, Song Nihuan heard Xie Yunji say in her ear, "Don't be afraid, don't let yourself be wronged by anything."

In a daze, she put her hands around his neck.

He kissed her so hard that she could hardly breathe. She heard him chuckle, "If you keep on making trouble, I'll give you my life... Ni Huan, wait for me to come back."

He had to go to Danzhou. The "Canal Running Script" was implemented after discussion by the Ministry of Industry and the Cabinet.

The canal has been dug, and there are many things he needs to do, especially to deliberately find evidence of the Sixth Prince's "corruption".

He tucked in the quilt for her and left.

When Song Nihuan woke up, Xie Yunji had already set out for Danzhou.

The maids came in and helped her get up.

"I want to take a shower." She rubbed her sore waist and said lazily.

The hot water will be ready in a moment.

In the bathroom, the maid who was helping her bathe covered her mouth in shock.

The young lady's snow-white and delicate body was covered with traces of lovemaking.

In fact, he was extremely gentle when making love with her, but her skin had always been like that, easily turning red.

Song Nihuan immersed herself in the warm water, and through the rising hot steam, her eyes fell on the screen of golden lotus in the clean room.

She put her hand on her flat belly, wishing so much that she could have a child made from his flesh and blood.

Song Nihuan heard about Xie Yunji going to Danzhou to supervise the construction of the canal from Mrs. Wei.

Mrs. Wei heard it from Mr. Xie.

Mrs. Wei spoke of this matter without any emotion, as if she was talking about a common occurrence.

Even if Xie Yunji was going to Danzhou, thousands of miles away, he was a civil servant and the journey was long and he didn't know when he would return.

But he was her husband, and she was the closest person to him in the world. How could he not tell her in person that he was going on a long journey? And why did he let her know from someone else?

Madam Wei looked as if she was used to it. She had known from the beginning what kind of official business her husband had to attend to. As a woman in the inner house, she often had no way of finding out.

They just need to wait quietly for them to return inside the hanging flower gate.

But Song Nihuan felt deeply confused...

If he doesn't want her to know, will she never know it?

"Oh, by the way, before Zi Che left, he told me that he was entrusting you to me." Mrs. Wei said again.

The image of Xie Yunji bowing to her before leaving flashed before her eyes, "Madam, Jiang is young and inexperienced. Please forgive her."

Mrs. Wei recalled what he said and suddenly felt strange. Why did he say... young and naive?

What will happen?