The Scheming of a Prosperous Age: A Concubine's Story
Until he could no longer hear his footsteps, Zhan Qingcheng released the palm that was pressed against Jiu Yin's lips and asked softly, looking down at the obviously frightened woman, "How about it? Do you still want to continue sleeping?"
She blinked her eyes, speechless.
In her heart, she was indeed a bit afraid. When the other person came in just now, she still didn't have any cover on her body. If it weren't for Jing Cheng's body blocking the way, she would have already made a fool of herself.
If we don't go out now, I guess everyone is thinking that they are "in progress" in there.
But she has never cared about other people's gaze.
"Sleep a bit more, I'm really tired." Her small hands fell on his chest and gently pushed him: "You're so heavy, why don't you go down first?"
Actually, I'm quite curious about the relationship between Jiu Yin and Feng Chen Ye.
The green-clothed man's attitude towards Qingcheng was absolutely not like that of a captive.
The man in blue clothes had always shown him a few points of respect, perhaps because the war god's reputation was really so loud that it made the people of the entire Purple River Continent unconsciously generate a few points of reverence for him?
Nine sounds don't understand, now is not the time for guessing either.
She pushed him away with all her might, panting softly: "You're so heavy, I can barely breathe, get off me."
Zhan Qingcheng gazed down at her slightly flushed face, his long fingers about to brush against her cheek: "A bit... reluctant to part with you."
Before Jiuyin could react, he had already flipped over from her body and sat up on one knee beside her, with his back to her: "Pick a set of clothes from the wooden trunk in the corner and put them on, come down with me to take a look."
"......Oh, okay." She actually wanted to say that the clothes from last night were also fine, didn't want to get another set dirty, after all, when going out, everything had to be used sparingly, and they had to hurry on their way, even if the clothes got dirty, it wouldn't be easy to wash them.
But when she lifted her eyelids and saw the tattered dress in the corner, the words that had reached her lips were suddenly swallowed back.
Crawled into the corner, searched for half a day inside but couldn't find the most intimate clothing, had no choice but to put on a certain pair of shorts similar to those worn in modern times, then fished out a brand new set of clothes and slowly put them on.
Behind him, a soft and gentle voice that was easy to distract people came: "Put on your undergarments first."
She was startled for a moment, then quickly picked up her clothes and studied them for a while before putting them on.
Just finished wearing, just about to wear a skirt, suddenly felt something was wrong, thought for half a day, then sank his face and stared at Zhan Qingcheng with a fierce gaze, shouting: "You rascal!"
He had been watching her get dressed all along!
A pair of starry eyes as beautiful as peach blossoms in March blinked lightly, with an innocent face: "I just happened to see it."
Having said that, he picked up the outer cloak that had been covering her for a whole night and slowly put it on.
He didn't care about the nine sounds either. He wanted to watch, he had already watched enough last night. Now, if he wants to watch, he can just watch. If he comes to cover it up again, even he himself will think it's too late.
After the two of them were dressed, Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his hand towards her and said calmly, "Come over and support me."
Jiuyin didn't hesitate for a moment, climbed over and helped him down from the horse carriage.
As soon as his legs touched the ground, Jiu Yin's face changed again. After a day and night of turmoil, his body had not recovered yet, and he couldn't find much strength all over his body.
Even after resting for a night, I'm still very tired and exhausted.
"Are you still tired?" Zhan Qingcheng looked at her with downcast eyes, seeing the furrowed brow, he asked in a soft voice.
