Chapter 369

When Lu Heng let go, Wang Yanqing was too breathless to speak. Lu Heng put her back in the warm water, grabbed the collar with his fingers, and pulled the button off at will.

"I prefer the front position. But that's okay, we'll take it slow."

The water was violent, both resistance and impetus. When Lu Heng came out of the clean room with Wang Yanqing in his arms, the water was already cold. And Lu Heng took her back to the bedroom not because it was over, but because of another place.

When he finally had enough tossing, Wang Yanqing's old youth was not healed, and new traces were added. No matter how good Wang Yanqing's physical strength was, Lu Heng saw that she was struggling to stand upright, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to help her take a bath. Wang Yanqing dared to let him in again, and resolutely refused.

After cleaning again, Wang Yanqing was so tired that she just wanted to sleep with her eyes closed. She put on a snow-white tunic and leaned sideways on the pillow, even though she was extremely tired, she still propped her eyelids. Until there was a shadow around her, and the bed beside her sank slightly, Lu Heng didn't expect her to be awake, and asked, "Why didn't you sleep?"

Wang Yanqing closed his eyes halfway, and his voice was thin and sweet: "Wait for you."

Lu Heng's heart was instantly seized by these words, a small ball of warmth and softness, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but he said that he was waiting for him. Lu Heng pulled her quilt up and said warmly, "Okay, I'm back. Go to sleep."

Wang Yanqing's whole body was soft, but he still insisted on beating his arm: "It's all your fault, I have to wash it again."

Lu Heng laughed, wrapped her fist, and sincerely admitted her mistake: "Okay, it's all my fault."

The maids have already left, leaving only a dim light in front of the room. Lu Heng turned off the lamp and put down the tent, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness. Wang Yanqing heard the voice beside her, she strained to open her eyes, recognized Lu Heng's position, and naturally leaned towards him.

Lu Heng also smiled, letting her lotus arm wrap around his neck and the other hand around her waist.

Husband and wife are in the same bed, and according to the ritual, they should sleep on two quilts, but since the wedding night, they have never used another quilt on their bed.

At first, Lu Heng went too far, she was completely unconscious, Lu Heng hugged her to sleep, and the two slept together. But after that, this method was tacitly accepted. Who knows the feeling of holding warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, Lu Heng is reluctant to sleep alone after tasting it, and Wang Yanqing also likes to hold him.

Lu Heng had broad shoulders and a hot body temperature, and leaning against him was extremely reliable. Lu Heng also felt that, compared to real swords and spears, she preferred to simply hold him.

Huáng's love comes from primitive desire, even men and women who have no feelings can have a fierce fusion, but embracing afterward is the real continuation of feelings.

Lu Heng tightened his fingers, hugged her deeper into his arms, and fell asleep satisfied.

The recovery of all things in March is the beginning of a year's livelihood. Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, agricultural affairs have been paid great attention to. Even now the rituals are broken and the merchants are rampant, farming and mulberry is still the most important foundation of a country.

After the change of the Renyin Palace, the emperor has not been to the morning court for more than a month, but he still went to the Temple of Heaven to preside over the worship ceremony, and prayed to the god of agriculture to bless the weather this year. The emperor attached so much importance to the farming season, and Empress Fang did not dare to slack off. The supervisor Qin Tian chose an auspicious day and led the women from inside and outside to hold the ceremony of kissing silkworms at the first silkworm altar.

Wang Yanqing, as the commander's wife of the second rank, also has to participate in the silkworm pro-sericulture ceremony. On this day, the powerful and dignitaries gathered, and the women inside and outside the capital wore high-grade gowns.

After the whole set of red tape was over, everyone from the concubine to the concubine breathed a sigh of relief. In addition to a young man like Wang Yanqing who entered the palace today, there are also many old princes in their 70s and 80s, and their bodies can't stand the toss. Empress Fang understood the importance, and once the ceremony of kissing the silkworm was completed, she let everyone go to rest.

The old Fengjuns breathed a sigh of relief, and with the help of their daughter-in-law and grandson-in-law, went to the palace to rest. Except for those who couldn't hold on, the rest would be more willing to stay in the hall as long as they still had a breath.

Queen Fang took the attendants to the back to sort out their appearance. The rest of the people were scattered in the hall, each finding a place to talk, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Hong Wanqing is now Mrs. Zhenyuan Hou, sitting with her aunt in the pile of honorable ladies. She looked at the team of military attaches across from her from a distance, and saw Wang Yanqing effortlessly.

Jin Yiwei is an existence that no one dares to offend or to marry. Everyone agreed to let Wang Yanqing sit in the first place, but they did not dare to speak to Wang Yanqing rashly. Wang Yanqing also happened to find peace and quietness.

Even if no one is around, she can easily become the focus of the audience. The women in the hall were all wearing crowns and big shirts, but those heavy colors fell on Wang Yanqing, which was more eye-catching than others.

She sat upright on the pear wood chair, her back straight. She wears a luxurious Zhai crown on her bun, and four Zhai wings hang down behind her neck, and the pearls and gems on it sway indistinctly. The hair crown is grand, but her neck is slender and white, almost making people suspect that it will break. Viewed from the side, her neck line is extremely beautiful, and the soft lines naturally transition to the shoulders. The snow-white skin is covered with layers of neat and crisp collars. The outermost is a big red shirt with wide sleeves hanging down symmetrically. The dark blue Xia Pi pressed the straight collar of the big shirt and covered it straight on her knees. The sun fell from behind her, and the golden embroidered cloud Xia Zhai pattern fluttered her wings, scattering a hazy golden light.