157 First Blossoming of Song Throat

  Zhang hastily stretched out her hand to cover his mouth, not letting him continue speaking.

  "I misunderstood you, Master, it was really wrong of me. If you feel that your anger is hard to dispel, I am willing to accept your punishment."

  Zhen Ming's bitter face revealed a dazed expression, muttering: "How can I bear to part with you... the young lady's small hands are so fragrant."

  He kissed the pink palm of her hand, and Zhang's whole body trembled, shrinking back her hand as if electrified, at a loss for words, her pretty face blushing, shyly unable to contain herself.

  "Don't ever learn from those common people, saying you're a slave or servant. You are my official wife, the sun of my life, my supreme leader. How can you be a slave?"

  Zhang followed Zhen Ming for a long time, knowing that he was different from ordinary people in both words and deeds. When she first heard such strange words, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, asking: "Then how should I say it?"

  "Just say so."

  "Me?" Zhang was puzzled, then nodded: "En, I know."

  Her obedient and lovely appearance made Zhen's cells scream with pleasure, but the more she listened to him, the more he couldn't help but want to tease her.

  "You've been torturing me for a whole month, today is our wedding night, I also want to think of a way to test you."

  Zhang's face immediately showed a hint of unease upon hearing the words, his speaking eyes looking at him as if silently pleading for mercy.

  With a surge of bitter emotions, he suppressed the urge to do something to her and smiled: "You let Old Sun come up with three difficult questions to test me, you made me use all my strength to barely pass, now that you're married, I'll come up with some difficult questions to test you too."

  Zhang already knew he couldn't escape tonight, biting his red lips, and tentatively asked: "What's the topic?"

  "Actually, this topic is quite simple. It's called 'Brain Teaser', the gameplay is very simple, I'll ask you a question, you answer it, then you ask me a question, and we take turns like that. Three questions make up one round, best two out of three rounds wins."

  Zhang's face suddenly relaxed and he smiled.

  "If you answer a question incorrectly, you have to take off one piece of your clothing and then kiss me. On the other hand, if I answer one of your questions correctly, I get to take off one piece of your clothing and then kiss you, until you're left with no clothes on. Got it?"

  Zhang's family heard this and was greatly ashamed, saying: "Who has only undressed someone else?"

  "You answered correctly or I answered incorrectly, you can also take off mine."

  Zhang bit her red lips and didn't say a word, this game was a loss for her either way.

  "Are you ready?"

  She blushed and nodded slightly.

  Zhen Ming smiled wryly and asked: "Are you asking first or am I?"

  "Master asks first."

  "Alright, listen up, first question: on a tree, riding a monkey, an arrow shoots down one. How many are left?"

  Mr. Zhang thought for a moment and replied with unusual certainty: "Six!"

  ……

  After more than ten minutes.

  Zhang's embroidered shoes, white socks, hairpins and silk ribbons tied around her waist were scattered all over the floor.

  Zhang's shirt was disheveled, her black hair scattered lazily on her shoulders, revealing a section of smooth white legs. Her waist was tightly wrapped by someone, breathing rapidly, blushing, and lowering her head, biting her lip in deep thought...

  "It's time, wrong answer, wife, this won't do, two rounds haven't even passed and you've already been stripped bare by your husband."

  "Zhang said with a smile: 'Others haven't thought it through yet!'"

  "What's taking you so long? If every question takes you half a day to think about, the sky will be bright before you're done, and we won't even have time for the wedding night?"

  Zhen Ming smiled wryly and reached out to untie the silk sash around her waist, but Zhang Shi's face turned bright red as she hastily grabbed his hand and begged: "Husband, can we not count this one? Ask me another question, I'll definitely get it right this time!"

  Zhen Ming bitterly stopped and said, "Ask one more question?"

  Zhang nodded pitifully, her charming appearance was especially endearing.

  "Alright, I'll make it simple for you. Listen carefully, the question is: Among the numbers one to ten, which number is the laziest and which number is the most diligent?"

  Zhang immediately racked his brains, his face growing redder and redder, until he finally couldn't think of anything and said: "You're cheating! Numbers can't be lazy or hardworking!"

  "Who says there isn't? That phrase goes like this: one doesn't work, two doesn't rest. Of course, the first is the laziest and the second is the most diligent."

  Zhang's eyes widened in surprise, and she covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. Just then, Zhen Ming started to untie her silk waistband, causing her to let out a startled cry. She grabbed his arm with both hands, refusing to let him continue.

  "You can't just get away with this." Zhen Ming's bitter fate wouldn't let her off so easily, and he reached out a hand to lightly stroke her smooth white thigh, teasingly saying: "Your beautiful legs are indeed as silky and warm as tofu, I've been wondering what it would feel like to touch them for a long time now."

  Zhang's family had instilled in her the traditional concept of three virtues and five virtues since she was a child. She couldn't bear his frivolous words, and reached out to stop him, but lost her balance and could only watch as Zhen Ming cruelly untied the silk belt around her waist, circle by circle, opening her outer garment, revealing the pink camisole underneath, faintly visible white skin on her abdomen and the freshly healed scar.

  "Husband, I'm afraid it's itching..." She said with a red face and a trembling voice.

  Zhen Ming's eyes narrowed as he carelessly tossed the silk ribbon on the ground, "Want me to spare you? You know what to do?"

  Zhang's face turned red with shame, she lowered her head and lightly kissed his mouth like a dragonfly touching water.

  Zhenming was bitter and spared her, smiling and saying: "Now it's your turn to ask me."

  Zhang looked at the clothes on her body being taken off one by one, although she knew this was an inevitable result. She felt a bit resentful about being pressed step by step, and finally began to take it seriously. After thinking for a long time with her head down, she raised her head and looked at Zhen Mingshu, with a rare glint of cunning in her eyes: "Sir tests my math, then I'll test Sir on a question related to numbers."

  "Oh? It's been a long time since I've done math problems, I don't know if my brain has rusted or not." Zhen Mingxu couldn't help but laugh unexpectedly.

  "After parting, longing for each other from afar, who would have thought that what was supposed to be three or four months apart would turn into five or six years? The seven-stringed zither is played without heart; the eight-line poem has nothing to convey; the nine-linked ring is broken in two; I gaze longingly at the ten-mile pavilion, my eyes straining to see; a hundred thoughts, a thousand entwining memories, ten thousand helplessness and resentment towards you..."

  The voice is filled with a moving and melancholic tone, Zhang's pleasant and sonorous vocals bring out the longing and complaints of a lonely wife left in her chamber, yearning for her husband who has gone far away. Even without listening to the lyrics, just hearing the melody alone can convey the desolation and sorrow that comes from deep within. Then, the tone shifts, and the voice becomes mournful and anguished.

  "Ten thousand words and a thousand languages cannot express it all, a hundred idle thoughts depend on the railing; nine times ascending to high places to gaze at the solitary wild goose; in August, the mid-autumn moon is full but people are not; in July, halfway through burning incense and holding candles to ask the heavens; in June, during the hottest days, everyone waves fans, my heart is cold; in May, pomegranates blaze like fire, occasionally encountering a chilly rain that douses the flower's tip; in April, the peach blossoms have not yet yellowed, I want to face the mirror with a confused heart and intentions; suddenly, in March, the peach blossoms float away with the water; drifting aimlessly, in February, the kite string breaks... Ah, my love, I wish for the next life, you become the woman and I become the man..."

  Zhen Ming was stunned and stared at her blankly for a while before coming back to his senses, muttering: "So my wife sings so beautifully."