Volume 1: This Heart's Inclination Chapter 34: Thorny Roses Cannot Be Picked

  He suddenly wanted to pull a smile on that rarely gentle face to take a look.

  See if you can meet another kind of national beauty.

  But just as his fingertips were about to touch her skin, they suddenly stopped and withdrew.

  The fragrance of flowers is just right at this moment, and she sleeps peacefully, presumably immersed in a sweet dream. This woman rarely has peaceful moments, so... don't disturb her.

  His fingers moved to his own collar, untying his cloak and gently covering Taishi Lan's body.

  His movements were absolutely light, a person who didn't know martial arts wouldn't have noticed, but Tai Shi Lan immediately opened his eyes!

  He frowned and looked down at her.

  It's rare to see someone wake up with eyes as sharp as a knife. Is this woman normal?

  "What are you doing?" Tai Shi Lan opened his eyes and pulled down his cloak, without even looking at him, he stuffed it into his hand, "It smells so good!"

  Chu's raised eyebrows - whoever has a good heart but is treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, can't help but get angry.

  He burst into anger, but he just smiled.

  "What am I doing?" he said, "Covering you up, sleeping in this draft will catch a chill."

  "Thanks for your concern." Tai Shi Lan turned around, "No need."

  "You don't need clothes, you need sleep." Rong Chu said behind her, "Lack of sleep causes irritability, and it looks terrible on you."

  "Don't want to see you, get out."

  "But I don't want to roll over." Rong Chu smiled, "You go to sleep instead."

  "I didn't..." Tai Shi's words were cut off as his body suddenly went numb.

  Then she was picked up by someone with just one finger.

  Rong Chu smiled, elegantly, leisurely, and effortlessly, carrying the proud Taishi goddess, swaying past the small building, into the room, facing the bed, her fingers relaxed.

  "Thud." Taishi Yan and Bei Rou's faces were in close contact.

  Rong Chu stood at the head of the bed, thinking that if she hadn't coincidentally pressed her mute acupoint, how would she have reacted? Would she have coldly said "Get out"?

  It's unpleasant to hear, but it also feels like something is missing when you can't hear it.

  The Duke of Jin touched his chest with a hint of sadness and resentment, unaware that this thought was called "cheap".

  He gazed at Tai Siyan's figure on the quilt, thinking that a woman who was well-exercised but not skilled in martial arts was just right. Looking at her physique, it was just right, neither as frail and thin as a lady from a wealthy family, nor as slightly sturdy as a heroic woman from the rivers and lakes. Her shoulders were rounded and plump, her waist was slender and curved, truly exquisite.

  Huh...... What is she doing?

  Rong Chu suddenly discovered that Tai Shi Lan's body shape seemed to be different, and he lowered his head to see Tai Shi Lan's palm facing down, with something slowly bulging up in the center of his palm.

  She lifted up her quilt and narrowed her eyes slightly.

  Then he took Tai Shi Lan's hand and slowly dug out a rose from her palm.

  A rose that should have been born in the crevices of a flower wall, somehow hidden in the palm, covered by Tai Shi Lan's sleeve. When it fell, it should have crushed the flower, but at this moment, the flower is intact, every thorn standing proudly and hard, waiting to sting people.

  Rong Chu's eyes narrowed even more.

  The thorn on this rose hidden in the palm, what part of him is it going to prick?

  Rong Chu suddenly felt a dull ache somewhere...

  Hiss...

  This vicious and ruthless woman...

  She looked down at Tai Shi Lan's palm again and restored the rose. Her own palm was naturally pierced first.

  This vicious and ruthless woman would sacrifice 8,000 of her own just to kill 10,000 enemies!

  Chu's face turned red with rage, and she snapped her fingers. With a "whooshing" sound, the rose pierced through the quilt and pinned itself to Tai Shi Lan's cheek, just a hair's breadth away from her nose tip.

  Then he raised his hand and slapped Taishi Lan's buttocks with a loud slap.

  "Take it easy in front of me!"

  "Slap."

  A crisp sound, not loud, but Tai Shi's body suddenly jumped up on the bed board.

  In an instant she turned back, her eyes filled with incredulity, anger, hatred and a fierce desire to kill, burning intensely on Rong Chu's face.

  I'm going to kill you!

  I'm going to kill you——

  Tai Shi's gaze was more ruthless than Ling Chi's, while Rong Chu's smile was warmer than the spring breeze.

  Feels good, haha.

  The feel is good, so the mood is good. He lazily yawned and felt that he didn't sleep well last night either. He lay down beside her with ease, ordered someone to bring over some ointment, took her hand which was pricked by a rose thorn, carefully applied a layer, then pulled the quilt over them halfway, saying: "Sleep."

  That tone, as casual as a thirty-year-old married couple.

  Tai Shi felt that she must have been pressing down too hard with her face down, so she was going to have a heart attack.

  "Oh, you must be quite uncomfortable sleeping like that." Rong Chu looked at her and seemed to have just realized that her posture was not right, saying so in a daze.

  Tai Shi Lan's heart was filled with joy, earlier when she turned around, one hand had grabbed a rose, and the other hand still held the human needle in her sleeve, unfortunately Rong Chu moved too quickly, she didn't have time to stab him, at this moment as long as Rong Chu moves her, she will have the opportunity to strike.

  He didn't want to disturb her, so he gently turned her face, no longer letting the quilt cover it. He hadn't even moved her from her original position, but had simply turned her face towards him, taking the opportunity to hold her face and look at it from left to right, adjusting it to what he thought was the most flattering angle. Only then did he contentedly say, "They say beauty is a feast for the eyes, but in fact, beauty can also induce sleep."

  Tai Shi Lan: "......"

  A person who is used to being the boss and getting their way finally knows what it's like to be so angry that they see stars.

  Rong Chu had already fallen asleep leaning against her side.

  Just now he was watching Taishi Xian's sleeping face, now Taishi Xian is watching his sleeping face.

  He looked down on Tai Shi Lan from a high position, while Tai Shi Lan looked up at him with an upward gaze, seeing the arc-shaped shadow under his eyelashes, gentle and elegant, with a thin smile on his lips that lingered in his dreams.

  Really good skin.

  The above emperor is fair, good skin matches evil intestines.

  Tai Shi Lan's eyes were cold and calculating, thinking about how to regain his freedom. What method should he use to deal with him? Should he let him run naked? Should he make him reveal the most shameful and despicable things he had ever done in front of all the officials? Should he make him go crazy on the spot at the celebration...

  She also fell asleep gradually.

  When he woke up, the sun was shining brightly, and there was no one around him. Tai Shi Lan was overjoyed, turned over and sat up, and immediately found that he could move again.

  Is Rong Chu gone?

  She hadn't even had time to be happy when she turned her gaze and saw Jing Tai Lan sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhao Thirteen was half-kneeling, holding a bowl of porridge to feed him. Jing Tai Lan seemed to dislike eating porridge, scrunched up his small face and desperately pushed the bowl away, Zhao Thirteen softly cooed, bringing the spoon to his mouth.

  On the other side, two young servants were attending to Rong Chu as he washed his hands. That rascal had changed clothes again and was wearing a light purple long gown that seemed to be shrouded in mist, with a dazzling silver waistband that made one wonder how such elegance and refinement could be combined in one person.

  He was lazily stretching out his hand, and the young servants were carefully wiping it dry with a silk handkerchief.

  As soon as Tai Shi saw this extravagant scene, his eyes turned cold and he jumped off the bed, quickly walking to Zhao Thirteen's side. He snatched the bowl and ladle from his hand, picked up the blue-and-white porcelain vase that had been smiling at her, put it on the edge of the table, placed the bowl in front of him, and stuffed the ladle into his small hands.

  "You're a two-year-old man," she said, "eat by yourself."

  Jing Tai Lan clumsily held onto the spoon, staring blankly at her. Ta Shi Lan crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at her with a cold gaze.

  After a while, Jing Tai Lan retreated in the face of Ta Shi Lan's unyielding gaze, his mouth sunken as he began to eat porridge with a spoon. He didn't know how to use the spoon properly, and it slid back and forth on the surface of the porridge, spilling broth everywhere, covering the table in a mess. Half the bowl of porridge was gone, but only a few mouthfuls had actually made it into his mouth, with most of it smeared all over his chin.

  Tai Shi Lan just looked at him like that, and didn't lend a hand. Zhao Thirteen tried to come up several times, but was deterred by her cold gaze each time.

  Rong Chu had already dismissed the young servant and was watching Tai Shi Lan teach his son. He endured it for a while before saying, "You can teach him if you want, but at least demonstrate it to him once, who starts by forcing him to eat on his own?"

  "How to teach?" Tai Shi Lan didn't even turn his head, "Like you guarding him, kneeling in front of him, holding a spoon, feeding himself? How old can he learn? Half a lifetime? A whole lifetime?"

  "It's always like this at meetings, just eating."

  "You'll learn it when the time comes, but for now, just focus on being a person." Tai Shi Lan didn't even turn his head, his tone sarcastic. "If that's how you think, then nobody should start learning anything - they'll pick it up when the time comes."

  "Done eating." Jing Tai Lan didn't understand the couple's witty banter, and easily finished a bowl of porridge. Gigi smiled with her small face covered in porridge water, looking at Ta Shi Lun as if seeking praise.

  His big, shiny eyes were full of flattery and joy, anyone who saw them would have their heart softened like spring water. Tai Shi Lan's eyes also seemed to soften, glancing at the rice bowl, "Are you full? Do you want another bowl?"

  Jing Tai Lan hesitated for a moment, it was impossible to eat his fill, he hadn't even taken a sip of porridge, but he didn't like porridge and didn't like digging around like this, so he nodded desperately.

  "Good." Tai Shi Lan nodded slightly, "Then you can eat again at lunchtime." After saying that, "You should wash your face."

  Zhao Thirteen immediately had the young servant bring water, and he carried it in front of Jing Tai Lan, kneeling on one knee and rolling up his sleeves, intending to wash his face. Ta Shi Lan reached out a hand to stop him.

  "What are you doing?" This time, Zhao Thirteen couldn't bear to speak calmly and angrily said, "You even let him wash his face by himself? You're going too far!"

  Tai Shi Lan ignored him, squatted down and asked Jing Tai Lan, "Do you want to smell me?"

  Little Color Wolf Jing Tai Blue suddenly shot a strange light in his eyes and nodded desperately.

  Jingtai blue one day without eating milk, the mouth is itchy, one day without gnawing on rouge, the mouth is also itchy. However, the new mother is a bit cold, and his small heart knows who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked, of course, he dare not steal incense at will. Now that the new mother has finally opened her golden mouth, the little rascal's heart is suddenly filled with joy.

  "Your mother, you got porridge on my face." Tai Shi Lan pointed to the spot of porridge on his own face. "Jing Tai Lan, wash this off me first, then wash yourself."

  "Xiang Xiang Lian..." The little rascal remembered this.

  "Give me a wipe on the face and it's all fragrant?"

  "Oh." Jing Tai Lan suddenly came to her senses, picked up a handkerchief and giggled as she roughly wiped her face.

  Tai Shi Lan had already tested the water temperature and wasn't afraid of getting scalded. Jing Tai Lan, on the other hand, wouldn't wash her face and didn't know how to wring out a towel. A dripping wet towel was slapped onto her face, covering it with water. Her facial skin couldn't withstand the heat like the skin on her hands, and instantly broke out in faint red blood vessels.

  She slightly curled up her lips and encouraged with her eyes.

  Rong Chu suddenly walked over, leaned against the cabinet with his arms crossed, staring at her.

  His eyes were slightly dazed.

  It turns out she smiles like this...

  Extremely light and slightly cool, yet it makes one feel the warmth beneath this faint coolness, like seeing tender green shoots through the thick snow on the prairie.

  My heart suddenly moved, and it was as if the spring light had fallen on the earth in an instant, summoning a spring bud that was about to break through the soil.

  However, just as the sprout had struggled out of the mud halfway, it was suddenly shattered by Taishi Ran's "Thunderbolt" -

  Digression

  Rubbing chin, when is the second one suitable? How about 7 o'clock in the evening?