Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 701 - 342 _1

Chapter 701: Chapter 342 _1

Qian Yixiu took the dry towel, and Cai Yun, Cai Yue, and Blue Bead left one after another. Today was Blue Bead’s turn to stay up through the night. After Cai Yun and Cai Yue went to the back courtyard to rest, Blue Bead stayed in the East Room.

Liang Jinzhao sat down at the table, pulled out a book from his chest, and placed it down to read while Yixiu dried his hair for him. With his tall figure, his head partially blocked her view, and since he held the book low and the table obstructed it, she couldn’t tell what he was reading.

No matter what book it was, loving to study was the mark of a good youngster. No wonder at such a young age, he had been capable of devising that formation, and became a second-ranking official by the age of twenty-two. Aunt Qian also admired a good child who loved learning.

But his hair was so dark and dense that despite drying it for a long while, it was still only half-dry. She thought how great it would be if she had a hairdryer.

Getting impatient, her hand grew a bit heavy, and Liang Jinzhao’s head tilted back slightly. At last, she caught a glimpse of the lower pages of the book—he was actually reading a martial arts book.

Qian Yixiu, her face blushing red, threw the towel onto his head and scolded him, "You’re going to die, reading this sort of book.

He caught her hand and stood up to explain, "I usually don’t dare to read it, as it makes me feel uncomfortable. Today, well, haha, we’ll learn as we go, there are especially many moves in here."

"What are you talking about, so annoying." Speaking so straightforwardly made thick-skinned Aunt Qian also embarrassingly shy, she pulled away from his hand and walked to one side.

Liang Jinzhao came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her neck gently, where a fragrant floral scent lingered.

He raised his head again, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her around. She looked down, her black, lustrous hair was loosely tied up at the top of her head in a bun, adorned with just a Pearl hairpin.

He reached out to remove the Pearl hairpin, and her hair cascaded down like a waterfall. He then propped up her chin and lifted her face. Her cheeks were a rosy red, like a flower blooming vibrantly under the spring sun. Her eyes were watery and somewhat hazy, filled with shyness and joy. Her lips were red and moist, tempting him to claim a kiss.

His little wife had always been so beautiful!

He ran his hand through a section of her hair from top to bottom, feeling its silkiness. Gently, he caressed her eyes, nose, and mouth—their splendid features unmatched by any other girl.

His throat tightened, and his tongue felt dry as he rasped, "Yixiu, I have waited for you for so long, and today, at last, I got my wish."

After speaking, he lifted her face and kissed her.

The taste in his mouth was not just alcoholic; it also carried the sweet, cloying scent of fruit syrup.

The slightly unpleasant taste of alcohol made Qian Yixiu a bit out of the moment... She thought that he must have drunk fruit syrup after the alcohol, fearing that the smell of liquor would be unpleasant for her. This man had always been so considerate and thoughtful.

Beneath the wedding candles and beside the red curtains, even though it was not a solemn oath, it was nevertheless a true confession...

The clamshell with the little red cover began to bounce again, jumping higher and higher. He reached out and caught it, laughing, "Son, jumping won’t do any good now. Wait until your dad and mom have enjoyed our wedding night, then we’ll let you out."

They probably soaked for a quarter of an hour until the water turned a bit cold, then they finally got up. At this point, Qian Yixiu also had some strength back. She took the large towel he had used to dry her off, dried her body herself, put on her inner garments and trousers, and stepped out of the bathing room. Liang Jinzhao, efficient in his actions, also came out with her.

Blue Bead, with her face flushed and her head lowered, waited for them to return to bed and let down the bed curtains before she left.

Under the dim light, Liang Jinzhao kissed Qian Yixiu again. Fearfully, Yixiu clutched the blanket tight and said, "No more, no more."

Liang Jinzhao smiled and said, "It’s late, we should rest. Tomorrow we have to go to the palace to express our thanks."

The next day, as soon as they got up, Sister Xiang from Old Queen Grandma’s quarters came over, holding a brocade box.

Liang Jinzhao and Qian Yixiu both got up to greet her. Blue Bead handed Sister Xiang a purse, and she smiled her thanks. Sister Zeng then took a piece of White silk from the bed, folded it, and gave it to her. Sister Xiang opened it to take a look, then smilingly folded it neatly and placed it back into the brocade box. She said with a laugh, "Congratulations to the Young Master and the young mistress. I’ll report back to Old Queen Grandma now."

Qian Yixiu nodded with a blushing face. Where was the subtlety of the ancients? Sometimes they were bolder than modern people.

After they finished dressing and washing, they went to the East Room. The breakfast had already been set on the small table beside the bed. It included Qian Yixiu’s favorite milk, pastries, steamed eggs, as well as Liang Jinzhao’s preferred chicken soup noodles, xiaolongbao, and shumai. A variety of dishes covered the table.