Qing Lingyi was slightly drunk. At first, she was just stunned and opened her eyes wide.
I didn't expect that he would come like this.
But Cheng Yang's handsome face was so close that their breaths were intertwined.
He pressed her lips, grinding them back and forth slightly.
Qing Lingyi's chaotic spiritual platform suddenly became clear.
The wine glass in her hand fell to the ground, and she pushed Cheng Yang away.
It took a lot of effort, but he didn't move.
She wanted to get up and run away, but she moved too quickly and tripped on the chair. She staggered two steps and was about to fall down.
Cheng Yang stood up in time, grabbed her arm, and stabilized her body.
Qing Lingyi's heart was beating wildly, her head was buzzing, as if she realized it later, her face was burning hot.
Cheng Yang lowered his eyes and deliberately teased her: "Sweet?"
"Wha...what?"
"Jujube paste cake."
Qing Lingyi's first reaction was that he had never eaten it before, so how could he know?
Suddenly, she thought of just now.
he……
He was on her lips...
At this moment, Qing Lingyi's whole body was almost on fire, her face turned red, and she stammered: "Hmm... sweet, sweet... I will... go and do it again..."
"Need not."
Cheng Yang pulled her closer to him, stared at her face, and asked with some interest, "Have you ever kissed anyone in the past?"
“……”
Qing Lingyi has only kissed her mother's face since she was a child.
Who else could she kiss? !
But she was too embarrassed to speak or look up at him.
Cheng Yang said with a smile: "Where did your momentum go? Wasn't it still powerful just now?"
Qing Lingyi felt regretful in her heart, why should she drink when she could just eat vegetables and jujube paste when she was angry.
I can't control my words and actions when I'm drunk!
After a while, she choked up: "I..."
Before the words were spoken, tears fell down his cheeks.
Cheng Yang:......
"I'm sorry, I can't control it..." Qing Lingyi didn't want to, and tried hard to adjust her emotions.
Cheng Yang thought quietly, if she shed tears after a kiss, how would she cry when they get to bed?
After a while, Qing Lingyi stopped, wiping her tears, and said, "I...I'm fine."
Cheng Yang was full of bad ideas and walked back to the table: "Come here."
Qing Lingyi's eyes were red, and she moved slowly, walked forward, picked the chair opposite him, deliberately pulled back a distance, and then sat down.
Cheng Yang turned a blind eye to her little moves and ate his food first.
He didn't speak, and there was the sound of clinking empty bowls and chopsticks and chewing food in the small kitchen.
Qing Lingyi sat there in a confused mood, still not daring to look at him, her eyes wandering randomly.
Cheng Yang put down his chopsticks first.
Qing Lingyi stood up immediately: "You are full, then I will go first..."
"Come back." Cheng Yang interrupted her.
Qing Lingyi gritted his teeth and sat back down again.
Cheng Yang's eyes stopped on her face and he said slowly: "I'm ready for the official uniform, but I haven't made the final decision on whether to enter the palace or not."
Is this an explanation?
Qing Lingyi raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and asked, "Why...don't you like entering the palace?"
"It's not a question of whether I like it or not," Cheng Yang said, "I am a military general. I go to court every day and have an audience and report. This is what I should do. But I always go to the next court. What does this mean?"
Qing Lingyi was slightly startled.
"Concubine Ming is my sister-in-law's cousin, and I am a close relative. She is close to our family because she cares about our old relationship. If I stick to her at all costs, then I am shameless."
Qing Lingyi nodded.
My mother said something very similar to this.
When others treat us well, we should be grateful. We must not accept it calmly or even ask for it in reverse.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yang thought the same way. She loved Wujiwu, and the sullenness in her heart dissipated, and she gained some good feelings for nothing.
"But, General."
Qing Lingyi pulled up the chair and leaned towards Cheng Yang, "Tomorrow is the birthday of Concubine Ming. She even came to the house to invite us in person and said that our whole family would go. Concubine Ming has taken good care of us over the years. Then you have to go and say thank you to her, right?"
Cheng Yang looked sideways.
What she said was not unreasonable, but things were different now.
Because he was poisoned.
He didn't know who it was, maybe it was related to the palace, maybe it had nothing to do with it, he couldn't be sure.
It's just that he didn't intend to tell her these things.
"Let's go together, okay?" Qing Lingyi looked at him intently, her voice soft and coquettish.
Cheng Yang retracted his thoughts and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who should I let you go with?"
Qing Lingyi didn't even think about it: "You!"
"who I am?"
"General."
"Um?"
Not happy with this title, Qing Lingyi hesitated and tentatively said, "Husband?"
"Yeah." Cheng Yang was satisfied.
There was really nothing Qing Lingyi could do about the third lady of the General's Mansion.
She cleared her throat: "Well...husband, we agreed to enter the palace together tomorrow. If you don't go, I really don't know what to do~"
Cheng Yang found these words very helpful, "Okay, I'll enter the palace together tomorrow."
Qing Lingyi's eyebrows instantly brightened.
"However," Cheng Yang raised the corners of his lips, like a cunning fox raising its tail, "I entered the palace because of you. When I come back, you have to give me a reward."
"Reward? What reward?"
"Let's talk tomorrow."
Cheng Yang sold it out.
Poor Qing Lingyi is naive and simple, thinking that Cheng Yang just likes her cooking skills. The most reward is to cook him more food and cakes.
This is easy to solve.
So she agreed and nodded: "Okay."
The matter was settled, she felt a huge stone in her heart, and with a glass of wine in her belly, she slept peacefully all night.
The next day, Qing Lingyi got up early.
Cheng Yang left early.
She didn't care, she was more concerned about her dress and makeup today.
When you enter the palace to meet a noble person, you should naturally not be too simple and appear to be indifferent.
But it can't be magnificent, otherwise it will overwhelm the guests, especially since Cheng Yang now has the title of "Prime Minister of the West", he will easily become the target of public criticism.
She was cautious and spent a lot of time discussing it with Biwei.
When it was over, everyone else got on the carriage.
Wu Liang stopped beside a car and motioned to her: "Madam, here."
Qing Lingyi smiled at him, pushed open the wooden door and got in.
Halfway through, she realized something was wrong. She raised her eyes and saw Chengyang lazily leaning on the cushion, looking towards her with half-narrowed eyes.
Qing Lingyi hesitated for a moment.
Cheng Yang grabbed her and put her into the carriage.
Following the force, Qing Lingyi fell onto his lap, as if she had been burned by something, and was about to get up in a hurry.
"Afraid?"
Cheng Yang spoke in a deep voice, holding her waist with his big hands and pressing her into his arms.
Qing Lingyi's heart beat like a drum, and she subconsciously denied: "I'm not afraid..."
Cheng Yang raised his hand and patted her hip gently, "Then sit down."
