Inside the study.
A Si was reporting on what had happened in the coal mines in Jiangxi when he noticed that the young master had been distracted for the third time.
So many things had happened in just one month.
A Si had changed too. He used to be fair - skinned, but now his face was as black as the coal from the Jiangxi coal mines.
A Da couldn't stand looking at his face any longer and dragged A Er out.
Only A San, holding his sword and completely absent - minded, stayed reluctantly.
"Master?"
"Yeah."
No matter what A Si said, Yan Zhao responded absent - mindedly.
His distracted look made A San's eyes light up. Taking the opportunity, he said, "Master, the subsidy for my previous injury hasn't been paid yet. Can I go to Steward Zhou to get it today?"
Sure enough, Yan Zhao agreed.
"Yeah."
"Master, Big Brother and Second Brother also want to go to the coal mines to dig coal. How about sending them to Jiangxi?"
A Si said excitedly, showing his big white teeth. But when he raised his eyebrows and met Yan Zhao's clear and spotless eyes, he immediately knelt down on both knees, "Master, I was wrong!"
"What did you do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have involved my fellow disciples!"
A Si hung his head, but secretly thought it was unfair. Why did Third Brother get away with it while he got caught?
"Ten strokes with the rod!"
Yan Zhao said expressionlessly, "If you make a sound, add another ten strokes!"
Ten strokes with the rod was nothing new to A Si, but he didn't dare let A Da and A Er know. If someone else were to carry out the punishment, he might have to endure twenty strokes.
"Third Brother."
He twisted his waist. Even with a smiling face, his blackened face looked rather hideous.
"A hundred taels!"
A San's fingers were hidden behind his back as he calculated carefully. With the subsidy, he could finally afford the new sword he had been longing for!
"Okay!"
Hearing their conversation, Nanny Wang knew that A Si had been punished again.
She guessed that Yan Zhao was in a bad mood and had taken it out on A Si.
She sighed softly and pushed open the door of the study. "Zhao'er."
Yan Zhao's eyebrows twitched slightly. For some reason, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart. "Nanny Wang."
"I heard that you had a fight with the young mistress?"
Nanny Wang was frustrated with him. "How could you bear to do that to a beauty like the young mistress?"
Yan Zhao rubbed his temples. "Nanny Wang, we didn't fight."
He had just been jealous on his own.
Nanny Wang served a bowl of congee. After seeing him drink it, she said, "I heard that the young mistress was wronged and sat alone in the room crying. I wonder who bullied her!"
"Did Wanwan cry?"
The next moment, all that was left in front of her was an empty bowl. The person who had been drinking the congee had disappeared.
He was in a hurry and full of regret!
Nanny Wang shook her head and pursed her lips. "Silly boy, all you need to do to comfort your wife is to be a bit more thick - skinned."
Inside the room.
Ning Yuwan was taking a bath with the help of Lian Ye.
The bathtub was filled with scattered flower petals, a riot of colors.
Wispy steam rose, and Ning Yuwan's body gradually relaxed.
At this moment, she threw all her worries behind her and completely immersed herself in the water.
Her long black hair spread out in the water. With her beautiful and charming appearance, she was even more alluring than a bewitching demoness.
The moment Lian Ye saw Yan Zhao come in, she quietly retreated.
Hearing the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, Ning Yuwan thought it was Lian Zi coming to add hot water. She frowned and murmured, "Don't add hot water for now."
"Lian Ye" didn't reply. Instead, he gently smoothed the frown between her eyebrows, as if he didn't want to see her frowning.
I'm sorry, Wanwan.
Yan Zhao apologized in his heart but didn't dare to make a sound.
Although he didn't say a word, Ning Yuwan opened her eyes the moment he touched her.
"Ziyan?"
The rest of Ning Yuwan's words were cut off. "Mmm!"
Because the moment she opened her eyes, Yan Zhao swooped in, fiercely capturing her rosy lips and sucking the sweetness from her mouth.
Ning Yuwan unexpectedly responded to him, exchanging sweet breaths with him.
Water splashed everywhere as Yan Zhao stepped into the bathtub.
His black clothes soaked in the water, contrasting sharply with Ning Yuwan's fair and charming body.
He didn't want to let go of Ning Yuwan at all. He only used one hand to untie his clothes, then lowered his head again, as if he wanted to blend her into his body.
Whether it was the steam from the bathtub that flushed her face or the passion in her heart that went to her head, Ning Yuwan only felt extremely hot all over. Her fair skin was dyed red.
"Ziyan."
She was gasping for breath. She gently pushed him away and whispered his name during the brief moment of breathing. Her voice was full of brokenness.
But Yan Zhao didn't answer her. Maybe he answered her with his actions.
Although he didn't call her wife, every action was full of love.
His fingertips left little traces as they glided across Ning Yuwan's skin.
Ning Yuwan leaned back against the bathtub. The slight coolness couldn't subdue the passionate actions of the two.
He advanced and she didn't refuse. They both pursued each other.
Yan Zhao's eyebrows were also tinged with red. The clear bottom of his eyes reflected Ning Yuwan's figure, making him look even more stunning.
Ning Yuwan couldn't help but reach out to trace his eyebrows. His eyelashes fluttered in her palm, as if tickling her heart.
Their hanging black hair was intertwined. It was hard to tell whose it was, but it fulfilled the beautiful saying of "the intertwined black hair symbolizes a lifetime together".
It was as if the two could never be separated.
Yan Zhao wrapped his hand around the black hair. Finally, there was a smile in his eyes. "Wanwan, you're mine!"
He lowered his head again, gently seeking a kiss. His actions below also didn't stop. "You'll be mine for all eternity."
Ning Yuwan was so entangled by him that she couldn't bear it any longer. She gasped and pushed him. "Ziyan, stop. I'm so tired."
When had the Dragon Lady ever suffered such torture?
She wanted to stop but couldn't!
No, Ning Yuwan licked her lips. She had suffered such torture a month ago.
It was just that this time it was more intense than the last.
Although Yan Zhao's right hand was supporting her lower back to cushion the impact with the bathtub, she still felt her waist was about to break.
Why couldn't Yan Zhao stop once he indulged in passion?
Yan Zhao noticed that she was a bit distracted. He gently bit her lips. "Wanwan, one last time."
"Stop."
Her murmur was finally drowned in heavy gasps. Her refusal only made Yan Zhao demand more.
It was only in this kind of thing that he never got tired and showed no sign of weakness.
Ning Yuwan didn't dare to say a word anymore.
The flower petals fell on their skin, surrounded by water mist. It was like a picture of the most beautiful scenery in the world.
A small quarrel finally ended with Yan Zhao's "physical actions".
From then on, he knew that if he angered his wife, he should comfort her physically!
In the kitchen, Nanny Wang changed the dough she had made in the morning into meat buns and fed them all to A Si, who had received twenty strokes with the rod.
He was really pitiful!
He was beaten for no reason. Who would have thought that his fellow disciples would be so merciless.
A San couldn't keep his mouth shut, and was finally discovered by the scheming A Da.
"Second Brother, I was wrong!"
A Si wailed. As for why he didn't shout "Big Brother, I was wrong", it was because A Er was the one who carried out the punishment!
He had the greatest strength among the fellow disciples!
"Master, save A Si!"