Chapter 1282 - 316: History Written Like a Blade_3

Chapter 1282: Chapter 316: History Written Like a Blade_3

Lord Zheng walked over directly, sat down on the bench where Liu Ruqing had previously been sitting, then unceremoniously pulled the beauty into his arms.

Liu Ruqing let out a surprised gasp,

and then buried her face in Lord Zheng’s chest, clutching fiercely at his clothing.

If everything should fall into place like this, then... let it be so.

It’s not that it happened too quickly or suddenly, but rather, it was too slow, this waiting was a form of torment.

Today, giving him her body,

tomorrow, when facing the servants in the courtyard calling her ’Aunt,’ she would no longer feel so insecure.

One hand lifted her chin,

making her gaze meet his.

In his eyes,

it was as though waves were rippling, resonating in the person’s heart. This wasn’t just captivating, it made the heart a metaphorical string.

Meanwhile, Liu Ruqing also sensed the rising and falling chest of the man holding her and the fire nearly bursting out from his eyes.

Long lonely nights, like a still spring pond, waiting for a breeze to stir its ripples;

A spark igniting dry tinder, a mix of shyness, embarrassment, and urgent anticipation;

This sound enters the lungs, this tune enters emotions;

Lord Zheng took a deep breath,

and said:

"Good girl, call it a few more times."

Helping the blind man progress earlier, Lord Zheng worried that the wind from Jin land had disrupted his rhythm. Although confident in his masculinity, at this moment, he needed Liu Ruqing to help him "nip it in the bud."

Liu Ruqing wrapped her arms around Lord Zheng’s neck,

bringing her mouth to his ear,

...

"Splash!" "Splash!" "Splash!"

Barrel after barrel of well water was poured over his head.

The sword maid, holding two skewers of candied hawthorn, walked by and saw the person standing by the well. Feeling a bit confused, she was surprised upon recognizing him and said:

"Lord? Are you practicing at night?"

Lord Zheng ignored the sword maid and went on pouring another barrel of well water over himself.

Phew...

"Lord, you are so disciplined."

The sword maid approached voluntarily.

Zheng Fan threw the wooden bucket aside and said to her;

"Bring me a towel and clothes."

"Um, alright, my lord."

The sword maid quickly ran out and returned with a towel and a set of clothes.

After a simple wipe-down, he changed his clothes. Lord Zheng snatched a skewer of candied hawthorn from the sword maid’s hand, took a bite, and said:

"Kids shouldn’t eat so many sweets at night, be careful of cavities."

Having said that,

Lord Zheng walked straight toward the main house.

Inside the signing room,

Siniang was still poring over the account books, occasionally frowning slightly.

When Lord Zheng walked in, Siniang looked up and smiled at him.

"You’ve worked hard, Siniang."

Lord Zheng walked up to the table and offered the candied hawthorn to Siniang by her lips.

Siniang gently opened her red lips and took a bite.

Lord Zheng asked, "Is it sweet?"

Siniang nodded and replied, "Sweet."

Then,

she continued chewing while flipping through the account books in her hands.

"Don’t work too hard, remember to rest," Lord Zheng said.

Siniang nodded, kept looking at the account books, and said;

"Hmm, I’ll rest once I finish what I have on hand."

Lord Zheng pulled over a chair, sat down, and said:

"Do you think our conversation just now was like I’m a little puppy kept by a rich woman?"

"Is my lord wanting to change the scenario?"

"Heh heh."

"Did Ruqing serve you well?"

Lord Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Siniang smiled and said, "I wasn’t deliberately watching, but those little maids in the manor, most of whom I gathered in Hutou City, reported to me as soon as they saw you enter Ruqing’s room at night."

Lord Zheng shook his head and said; "Actually, nothing happened."

"Nothing?" Siniang was a bit surprised, put down her pen, and looked at Zheng Fan.

It was then that Siniang noticed Zheng Fan’s hair was still wet;

Her quick mind immediately understood Zheng Fan’s intentions and said:

"My lord, I don’t mind."

"But I do mind," Lord Zheng said seriously, "Actually, I think, the two of us spending our lives in this world, making do with each other, is quite alright;

If you want a child, then we’ll have one; if not, we’ll continue living as we are."

"I......"

"In short, before you get pregnant, I won’t touch them. Even if you are pregnant, I still might not."

"But really, I don’t mind, my lord. You don’t have to hold back; I’m not pretending to be virtuous or speaking in opposites."

"Neither am I."

"Wouldn’t that make Ruqing quite sad?"

"I’ve talked to her, and she understands."

"But I really have a lot to do here."

"You go on with your work, tonight, I’ll keep you company. Let me grind ink for you."

"My lord."

"Hmm, don’t be shy."

"I’m using a charcoal pencil."

"..." Lord Zheng.

...

At dawn,

the door inside was pushed open,

The Sword Saint walked out.

The blind man then got up, smiled, and asked; "How do you feel?"

The Sword Saint chuckled and said, "I feel like looking for Tian Wujing to have another fight right now."

"You will surely win."

"Thank you for guarding all this while."

"It’s my duty."

"Where is Zheng Fan? I need to thank him. Since entering Shengle City to now, my understanding of sword cultivation has improved significantly."

"My lord left word that we’re all family, no need to be formal."