Chapter 834: Sleeping Together Warmly on the Spring Couch

Count's Mansion, Jia Cong's Courtyard.

In the inner room, the candle flickered, the bed curtains hung low, and the Fushou twin-star fat jade incense burner was burning dragon saliva orchid incense, which was refreshing and intoxicating.

Zhi Shao helped Jia Cong onto the canopy bed, Ling Guan poured warm tea for him to moisten his mouth, and the two of them helped him change into his sleeping robe, letting him lean sideways against the pillow.

Zhi Shao went behind the screen to change into inner clothes and soft clothes, untied her hairpins and bun, and tied her hair up casually before returning to the bed.

Seeing Lingguan feeding tea, Jia Cong was drunk and muddled, with his eyebrows slightly locked.

She said, "I usually drink, and I've been drunk a few times, but today it's a bit severe, and my head is aching."

Zhi Shao smiled, "Third Brother rarely drinks, and your alcohol tolerance is always gentle. Today you had a banquet in the West Prefecture, and you drank another round when you came back.

Qingwen is a strange girl, coaxing Third Brother to drink quite a bit. It's not strange to have a headache. Just sleep well, and I'll rub it for Third Brother."

She said, kneeling beside Jia Cong, stretching out her slender jade fingers, rubbing Jia Cong's temples lightly, smiling, "Is this better?"

Seeing her alcohol dizziness not yet dissipated, her pretty face was full of charm, her eyes were full of water, her feelings were gentle, and she was even more beautiful and moving.

Feeling the rubbing, the drunkenness eased a lot, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, smiling, "Much better."

Although Zhi Shao had restraint, she had drunk quite a bit. Now that she was controlling her head, she was slightly stirred by the alcohol, and she felt a bit dizzy.

She said bitterly, "I can't take it anymore either. I'm seeing stars. Lingguan, you rub for Third Brother, I'll lie down and relax first."

Lingguan smiled, "Sister Zhi Shao, go lie down, I'll serve Third Brother."

As she spoke, she took off her embroidered shoes, climbed onto the canopy bed, sat beside Jia Cong, and reached out to massage his temples.

She asked softly, "Third Brother, is my strength too light?"

Seeing Lingguan leaning close, smelling the sweet and moist daughter's fragrance, it was intoxicating.

The snow-white earlobes, wearing gold-threaded inlaid pearl phoenix-tail earrings, swayed slightly, shining with a warm luster.

A small white Su-embroidered soft silk inner garment, with fine stitches, was appropriate and exquisite, fitting very well. Under the candle light, it haloed with a satin luster.

The slightly folded waist was slender and clever, and the graceful figure was like a budding flower bud, with the initial blooming of the green hill's beautiful mountains.

A pair of beautiful big eyes, bright and watery, as if they could speak, clearly reflected Jia Cong in her bright eyes.

He smiled and said, "It's just right, and my head doesn't hurt much anymore."

Lingguan smiled slightly, her movements didn't stop, thinking of the "Lazy Painting Eyebrows" just now, which Jia Cong liked very much.

She hummed softly in her mouth: "Originally, the spring heart is flying everywhere, sleeping on the tea-flower and grabbing the skirt line, it is just like the flower looking at the heart's good place..."

Jia Cong felt the soft fingers on his temples, the strength was soft, making him drowsy, and hearing the wonderful light music in his ears, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The whole person seemed to sink into a softness, and all the drunkenness and fatigue seemed to be ironed flat by hot water, immersed in it, unwilling to leave.

Outside the window, the hour of Zi had passed, the night was deep, and although it was far from dawn, the 16th year of Emperor Emperor Jia Zhao arrived unexpectedly.

The expected peace, the unpredictable ups and downs, would still be like previous years, which no one could predict.

In the room, Lingguan's humming echoed lightly, revealing a green and quiet lingering meaning.

On the big kang outside, Wu'er raised her head a bit muddled, heard Lingguan's singing, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

She pulled the cotton quilt on the big kang, covered the few maids beside her, and fell asleep at ease herself.

Count's Mansion, Jia Cong's Courtyard, Emperor Emperor Jia Zhao Year 16, the first day of the first lunar month.

The morning sunlight passed through the carved window lattice and fell on the dark red jujube wood floor, casting warm and mottled light and shadow.

In the inner chamber, the canopy bed was piled with brocade quilts, adorned with gold and jade, where sweet dreams were deep and sound; the bed curtains were hung on both sides, not having been closed last night.

Zhi Shao slept on the inside, her cheeks reflecting halos, her eyebrows like paintings, her green hair piled up by the pillow in thousands of strands, the collar of her soft gauze inner garment slightly open, revealing a curve of snow-white skin.

She lay sideways on the pink jade gauze pillow, leaning against Jia Cong's left shoulder, their breathing audible to each other.

Jia Cong lay straight, the brocade quilt on his body covered tightly, as if he had been carefully served after being drunk.

It was just that the position by the bed in his quilt looked bulging, as if there was more than one person, and one could see the graceful and slender outline.

At the position of the left shoulder, half a strand of hair was exposed in the quilt, the bun was a bit messy, and the head and face were shrunk in the quilt, sleeping soundly.

At the corner of the bed, a piece of soft silk embroidered trouser leg was exposed, and a pretty little foot wearing cloth socks.

When the mottled light and shadow on the jujube wood floor moved with the sun rising, it finally shook Jia Cong's eyes, and he woke up with his eyes slightly narrowed.

The headache from the drunkenness last night had dissipated after a night of sound sleep. The bed was warm and soft, filled with the orchid and musk body fragrance of the daughter's family, intoxicating.

Zhi Shao beside him breathed like an orchid, sleeping sweetly, but Jia Cong felt that his arms were filled with fragrance and softness, wrapped in warmth, soft and sweet.

He saw the hair leaning on his left shoulder, his heart jumped, and he gently lifted the corner of the quilt, finding Lingguan curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly in his arms.

The bun was messy, her cheeks were red, her breathing was slow, and she was sleeping soundly. He closed the quilt subconsciously.

He felt his brain was a bit broken. Last night he had a headache after drinking, Lingguan rubbed his temples to relieve the alcohol, and hummed a tune for him.

He felt comfortable and satisfied, and in his muddle, how did the two sleep together?

Mostly because the time was too late last night, and the little girl was truly tired, so she slept messily. Fortunately, Lingguan's clothes were neat, and he didn't do anything absurd.

He looked at the sun outside the window, mostly already at the hour of Chen. Thinking that today was the first day of the New Year, there were many trivial matters in the two prefectures.

His body just moved slightly, Lingguan was still sleeping soundly, and Zhi Shao beside the pillow woke up first.

She smiled and said, "Did Third Brother sleep well last night?"

Hearing the slight teasing in her words, Jia Cong felt a bit embarrassed and asked softly, "Why is Lingguan sleeping here?" 【83

Zhi Shao said, "Last night I was dizzy from the wine and fell asleep first; she helped Cong Sanye massage his head to sober him up."

"The little girl is a sincere person, and I reckon that after massaging for a long time, she couldn't resist the drowsiness either, so she slumped over and fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and didn't have the heart to call her, so I covered her with a quilt."

Zhi Shao saw Ling Guan's sleeping posture, her face flushed slightly, and she covered her mouth and laughed, "I slept soundly in the second half of the night; the little girl is pretty, and Cong Sanye didn't do anything..."

Jia Cong laughed and scolded softly, "Nonsense, I was dead to the world; she's only this young, I'm not that muddled, and if I were to do anything bad, it would be with you."

Zhi Shao's face turned beet red, "Cong Sanye, you have no shame, talking such nonsense, I won't pay you any mind!"

Seeing her blush, Jia Cong wanted to tease her even more; he leaned in to kiss her lips, his hand already exploring inside her fragrant, soft clothing.

The two were just having some playful banter when a murmur came from under the quilt, muddled and endearing.

"How did I end up sleeping here? Last night I was truly muddled."

Zhi Shao's face was deeply embarrassed; she hurriedly pulled her hand out and took the opportunity to cover her bodice.

She sat up and laughed, "You were sleepy last night, and I couldn't wake you up either; sleeping like this is convenient, why be so particular on New Year's Eve?"

Ling Guan lifted the quilt and got up; she glanced at Jia Cong, her pretty face flushing red, and she rubbed her eyes, remaining silent and soft-spoken for a moment.

Jia Cong laughed, "Today is the first day of the New Year, and I still have to pay New Year's greetings to Grandmother; the etiquette of the two mansions is not trivial, I really have overslept."

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and got up, and Ling Guan also hurriedly got off the bed to fetch Jia Cong's lined shirt and outer robe.

Zhi Shao laughed, "It's not considered too late; it's just reached the hour of Chen, and Grandmother stayed up for most of the night, so the old lady won't be getting up early for a while."

Ling Guan was busy helping Jia Cong put on his lined shirt, slipping on his robe, and tying his belt; Jia Cong reached out and gently tucked the stray hair on her forehead behind her temples.

The two smiled at each other, and the strangeness of having shared the same bed and quilt melted away into nothingness.

Zhi Shao dressed slightly and went to the outer room's large heated brick bed, where two cotton quilts were tightly covered, and everyone was sleeping with rosy faces.

Dou Guan crawled out from under Qingwen's quilt, looking bleary-eyed, yet she said, "I'm hungry, it's time for breakfast."

Qingwen was woken up by her and laughed and scolded, "A half-grown girl who can never be fed enough; you were the one eating with all your might last night, and now that you've had a sleep, you're hungry again."