The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 580 Extra Thank You Banquet (47)

"Thank! for the banquet!"

Jiang Wantang's face flushed with embarrassment, and he gnashed his teeth in anger.

"Let go, you bastard!"

After saying that, Jiang Wantang broke free from the restraints and raised her foot to kick him again.

However, Xie Zhiyan grabbed his ankle again.

Xie Zhiyan chuckled softly, stroking the snow-white skin of her ankle with his fingertips, his voice hoarse with satisfaction: "Tangtang looks so energetic, are you inviting me?"

After he finished speaking, under Jiang Wantang's angry gaze, he lowered his head and reverently placed a light kiss on her calf.

Jiang Wantang's body trembled, and her already rosy cheeks turned red instantly. She pulled her legs back in embarrassment.

But when he pulled it back, he used too much force and accidentally pulled some part of his body. He gasped in pain and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Xie Zhiyan's heart tightened, and he suddenly stopped joking. He asked with a worried look, "Where does it hurt?"

Jiang Wantang glared at him angrily, then buried her head in the quilt and refused to come out.

No matter how Xie Zhiyan coaxed him, he ignored him.

Xie Zhiyan laughed helplessly, and finally could only coax her out by using her favorite food.

He did, however, indulge in some extravagance last night...

Jiang Wantang was experiencing love for the first time and could not bear his uncontrolled demands. Her legs were trembling and she even had difficulty getting off the bed.

Xie Zhiyan coaxed the child patiently and took care of him personally.

It was not until Jiang Wantang fell asleep in the afternoon that he got up and went to the study to handle official business.

In the study room.

The water-sinking incense burns quietly in the gilded Suanni censer, wisps of green smoke swirling like gauze between the bookshelves...

Xie Zhiyan sat at a rosewood desk, reviewing official documents. The setting sun shone through the carved window lattices, casting mottled light and shadows on his body. There were several ambiguous scratches and bite marks on his cold, slender neck...very obvious.

"Master!" Zhang Long walked in with a serious expression and reported in a low voice, "Young Madam secretly asked Miss Yunshang to go out and buy contraceptive pills after lunch today..."

Xie Zhiyan paused while writing, raised his head, and there was a calmness in his deep pupils.

After a moment, he said calmly, "It's okay. You can secretly have someone replace her contraceptive pills with some tonic for her health."

Zhang Long's eyes lit up, and then he heard Xie Zhiyan's instructions: "Ask the court doctor to prepare a safe contraceptive soup and mix it into Tangtang's ginseng soup for dinner."

"The medicine they bought from outside is too strong and might be harmful to her body."

"Also, have the court doctor develop some contraceptive pills for men."

"Master!" Zhang Long's pupils widened in surprise, and he asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Aren't you angry when the young lady does this?"

"Besides, you are the only son of our Marquis's Mansion. How could you drink that contraceptive medicine?!"

Xie Zhiyan put down the ink brush in his hand and smiled nonchalantly: "Why are you angry?"

"She's still young and not ready to be a mother yet."

"As her husband, what's wrong with me drinking some contraceptive medicine?"

"Women can drink, but men can't?" Xie Zhiyan sneered, "How can that be justified?"

Zhang Long was shocked and anxious: "But if the young lady is unwilling to have children, then our mansion..."

"If she doesn't want to have a baby, then she doesn't have to." Xie Zhiyan's expression turned cold as he interrupted unhappily.

"When the time comes, we can adopt a child from the Xie family."

If he could do it all over again, he would only want to protect Jiang Wantang so that she would be safe, happy and free for the rest of her life.

I will never let her suffer any injustice again, no matter who or what I do.

Seeing that he was so determined and left no room for maneuver, Zhang Long was shocked and speechless.

......

Three days later, Jiang Wantang was finally able to get out of bed and jump around. His wounds had healed and he had forgotten the pain. He secretly went to Xunhuan Tower again.

If the first time he went there was out of curiosity, then the second time he went there was purely out of deliberate intention to piss off the man who was lying on the couch.

That night, in Xunhuan Tower.

The same private room on the third floor...

Jiang Wantang leaned lazily on the gilded beauty couch, her fingertips tapping the green jade wine cup nonchalantly.

The same ten top prostitutes from Xunhuanlou were standing in a row in the private room. Some were holding guqin, some were holding jade flutes...all of them were dressed up carefully.

The leading waiter in white stepped forward and asked respectfully, "What song would you like to hear today, sir?"

"I'll act whatever I can..." Jiang Wantang opened her red lips slightly, her eyes moving with a hint of alluring charm.

The young man in white was shaken by the sight and his ears turned red unconsciously.

Then the young man in white bowed and retreated to the center of the private room. He raised his hand to play the qin, strumming a tune. The young man in green played the jade flute and joined in the tune. The young man in red held a fan, his sleeves fluttering, performing the most popular round fan dance in the building...

The beaded curtains were blown by the wind, making crisp clashes along with the music...

Singing and dancing, the room is filled with flickering candlelight.

Suddenly, a crisp pine fragrance mixed with the scent of powder came from afar...

Jiang Wantang paused her tapping fingertips, a faint smile forming on her lips.

The next moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was kicked open from the outside, and Xie Zhiyan, dressed in the crimson official uniform of the Dali Temple, stood at the door with an exquisite food box in his hand.

His half-smiley gaze swept over everyone in the private room, then fell directly on Jiang Wantang.

"Madam, you are in such a good mood!"

As he spoke, Xie Zhiyan slowly walked over, opened the food box in his hand, and placed it on the table in front of Jiang Wantang. It was the Chengnan Osmanthus Cake that she had clamored to eat before leaving the house.

When the young waiters saw that he was dressed in the official uniform of the Dali Temple, looked cold and noble, and had an awe-inspiring demeanor, they knew who he was and they all ran away tumbling and crawling in fear.

Jiang Wantang looked at the handsome man in official uniform in front of her. Her charming peach blossom eyes curved deeply, and she smiled slyly: "Master Xie, are you here to catch an adulterer, or..."

"Come to arrest someone?"

Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "Tangtang likes them so much?"

"Is there anything my husband has done that makes you dissatisfied?"

"Or maybe there's something about them that attracts you, so I can learn from them?"

"If the 36 positions in the erotic paintings are not enough for you, Tangtang, then I will learn the 72 positions in the brothels. I will learn whatever you like."

Jiang Wantang's smile grew even brighter, her eyebrows curved, her charm tinged with cunning. "Okay, Sir, thank you for scaring off my fun. Why don't you come in person?"

"However, you are a high and mighty official, what do you know about brothels... well..."

Before she could finish her words, Xie Zhiyan held her chin and leaned over to kiss her.

The kiss was fierce and urgent, the tip of his tongue sweeping over every sensitive area of ​​her mouth. Just as Jiang Wantang was getting into the mood, he slightly curled his lips and instantly pulled away from her lips and tongue...

Jiang Wantang looked at him with a pair of misty, watery eyes filled with anger.

But the next moment, Xie Zhiyan raised his hand and ripped open the Dali Temple official robes on his body, revealing his strong and sturdy upper body, with tight muscles and well-defined blocks...

The body of the man in front of him was perfect, the best of the best, and not comparable to the boiled chicken just now.

His skin was cold and pale, but his muscles were sharp and distinct, and his broad shoulders and narrow waist were coated with a honey-colored luster in the candlelight.

Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and there was a small red mole deep in her collarbone, like a drop of cinnabar fallen on the snow, dazzling and alluring.

——And yet he still had that cold and abstinent face...