Chapter 239: It's Rare for a Couple to Be Young

Miss her.

Chinu said, really misses her.

Chinu said, missing her so much, one must hold the clothes she left behind to be able to sleep......

Du Shanü sighed long in her heart, finally unable to keep her eyes slightly closed, she said:

"I...... I also miss you."

But just a few short words, yet extremely light, extremely slow.

Just like a toddler babbling.

Also just like.......

A person who once frolicked carefree, playing half his life, is now learning to pour out his heart.

Du Shanü struggled to utter the words, her very heart trembling, after great effort she expressed her feelings, unable to resist she lightly kissed her obedient slave's lips again.

Outside the daylight, faint sounds of firecrackers exploding could be heard.

But where the daylight does not reach, only she and he are present.

They avoid the sun and moon, avoid the crowds, hiding in the blankets......

It seems as if they could escape fate.

The heavens and earth are dim, but at least within this small space, the two of them are of one heart.

When Du Shanü wanted to speak, Chinu stared at her without blinking, listening with a dazed look.

Du Shanü's voice was hoarse to the point of being terrible, yet she held Chinu's face in her hands and merely smiled:

"I dreamed you became the young master of a noble clan, your mother died early, the family brought in a stepmother, with a stepmother your father also became a stepfather, they treated you poorly, daily oppressed you, beating you until your body was covered in wounds......"

Du Shanü leaned over him, stroking his brow ridge, nose bridge, and cheek sides, finally landing on his lips.

Facing Chinu, Du Shanü is always willing to exhaust her lifelong good temper.

Chinu's gaze was blazing, Du Shanü then softened her voice as much as possible to coax:

"One day, I was gathering jujubes outside your back gate, when I happened to see you being led by servants and driven to a separate villa......"

"Obedient slave, you don't know, just how soul‑catching that glance of yours was—I almost went weak at the knees and would have tumbled down the tree......"

It's certain that falling wouldn't have killed him.

But it was almost as bad as death.

She was provoked enough that in her dreams she couldn't help wanting to find Chinu, so she figured out a way to sell all the jujubes she had picked from the tree, raised some travel money, and set out to find that 'young master' covered in wounds.

In the winter villa, there were hardly any servants at all.

That young master lived worse than a servant, yet his temper was huge; he refused the ointment she brought, and even, in his delirious illness, bit her hard!

In this world, where else could there be such a person who can't tell good from bad!

Du Shanü smiled with her eyes, and little by little recounted the misdeeds of the 'dream Chinu', then teased his lips:

"I had three or four dreams in a row before finishing this story; upon waking and piecing it together, it was actually coherent...... Do you think it's fun?"

Her fingers were slightly cool, yet when they touched his lips, they were hard to keep from warming up.

Chinu had been listening seriously, but upon hearing this, he couldn't fail to realize she was secretly calling him bad.

Therefore he also opened his mouth and gave a hard bite to the finger that had come near his lips.

That force was neither light nor heavy, yet it just happened to make Du Shanü relax and roll over.

Chinu tightly embraced the wife master who had fallen beside him, finally feeling somewhat satisfied, yet he still couldn't forget to chide:

"...... You, the first-ever bad woman who split heaven and earth, dare to say I'm bad, humph."

Du Shanü laughed again, deliberately pushing his hand away.

If she wasn't caught by Chinu, she would laugh and call him bad; if caught, she would repeatedly call him 'my dear', praising him as good, coaxing him to the point of grinding his teeth.

The two lay laughing together in the warm blankets, caring neither for heaven and earth nor for all beings, a rare moment of ease.

Du Shanü horsed around with someone for a while, but in the end was still subdued by Chinu's 'suppression'.

The two returned to their previous calm, and Chinu finally got to embrace his wife master as he wished, inevitably feeling content and saying:

"...... That dream, perhaps it could be our past life, but not necessarily."

"When I was still in the palace earlier, I had once heard some old palace servants say that the mother of the Young Emperor had also once collapsed and lost vitality upon entering the palace, but for some unknown reason, after a month or so, she inexplicably returned to the world of the living......"

"There are many such secret tales; the Young Emperor also mentioned that he remembers his past life as a kind of civet cat, which inevitably makes one suspect that this world truly has spirits and monsters, and karmic retribution from the underworld......"

Du Shanü never believed such things; now she merely took Chinu's words as a joke, so she didn't take them to heart.

She only cared about another matter; after pondering a few breaths, she finally opened her mouth to say:

"...... From now on, in Dun Cheng, I won't meddle in the affairs of Cang Cheng anymore."

Chinu had already heard some rumors about Cang Cheng's past affairs, but upon hearing his wife master say this, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Du Shanü thought he would open his mouth to laugh a few senseless sentences about Ouyang Yan, so she could smoothly continue the conversation and then casually curse Yu Baobao's cousin.

However, she never expected Chinu in this lifetime.

In the next instant, Du Shanü heard him ask:

"Now you're actually willing not to mention the Young Emperor......?"

"As for the wife master's trip this time, did she or didn't she...... with him......"

Sometimes, Du Shanü truly wants to kneel and kowtow to Chinu——

What in the world is going on!

How can this little ancestor still be asking about this!

How could there be someone as jealous as Chinu in this world!

But, but it's also strangely endearing.

If she doesn't answer, she's afraid they'll keep quarreling.

Du Shanü sighed deeply and finally said:

"...... There really isn't any."

"Cang Cheng is nothing like Dun Cheng; with Afang sheltering us from wind and rain, we have to do everything ourselves, exhausted to death every day, and seeing those clerks trained by Ouyang Yan into blockheads just makes my head ache even more—I just wish for some peace and quiet... uh!"

Chinu was clearly dissatisfied with this, reached out to cover her Wife Master's mouth, and said discontentedly:

"Wife Master, you're already this old, how come you still haven't learned to speak...... Come, you recite with Ah-nu, Ah-nu says a line, you repeat."

Du Shanü rolled her eyes, for a moment not quite understanding what had happened.

Chinu, however, was blunt and said directly:

"My slave should be the most obedient......"

"Huh? My slave is the most obedient!"

"His temperament is the best in the world, his looks also the best in the world......"

"His temperament is the best in the world, his looks also the best in the world!"

"In bed, no one surpasses him; with him, other men are mere chicken ribs—I wouldn't even look at them......"

"In bed——cough cough cough!!! Slave!!!"

As Chinu's last words left her mouth, Du Shanü was almost stunned——

"She's only been in Cang Cheng a few days, and the slave has become increasingly domineering, taking charge!"

"Can such things be said!"

"This this this......"

Seeing her refuse to speak, Chinu lunged forward to tickle her ticklish spots:

"Ah-nu, I'm teaching you to speak out of kindness...... Wife Master, will you speak or not!"

Du Shanü, having her ticklish spots pinched, unable to scold or dodge, could only emit a series of stifled, hoarse laughs:

"Wrong, wrong, good slave......"

"I'm learning, I'm learning...... hahaha...... let go...... you better let go ah hahahaha......"

The two rolled about in a tangle, laughter ringing out continuously.

Perhaps because they were being too rowdy, the bedroom door was pushed open from outside, the bright sunlight streaming straight in, dazzling Du Shanü so she couldn't open her eyes for a moment.

The visitor had made preparations before entering, but obviously......

The preparations were still insufficient.

Chen Weifang's gaze swept over the mess on the floor, not daring to linger; when she looked up again, veins throbbed at her temples:

"Even from half the courtyard away I can hear your commotion!"

"Do you know you've been slacking off for two days straight! It's already the first day of the new year!"

"Not keeping the New Year's vigil I won't complain, but on the first day you must be proper and proper, go out and about openly!"

?? Give me a little sweet cake, hehehe~