Volume 3 Linglong Dice An Red Bean One Five Seven Huo Fire

  Liu Ying was stunned for a moment, after all, he wasn't an inexperienced young man, and roughly guessed what had happened. His handsome face turned slightly red as he stood up, put on a outer garment, and retreated to the inner chamber. He could already hear Zhang Yan loudly calling out to her personal maid from behind him.

  The lanterns in Xia Xinyuan lit up in the quiet night.

  "There's no need for Your Ladyship to be so flustered and frightened." Zhenzhu covered her mouth with a smile, "At Your Ladyship's age, it's just the right time for such things. This time is merely as expected, it should be a good thing. If it really doesn't come, that's when Your Ladyship should worry."

  She held up a clean dress and shook it open, waiting for Zhang Yan to change out of her old clothes. She furrowed her brow and said, "Originally, the palace had prepared a set of pure white soft silk clothes as a gift for Your Highness. But unexpectedly, you didn't arrive at the palace, but instead came during these few days back at the Hou Mansion. It's already late at night, and there really isn't anything prepared in the garden. The servant had just dried some grass ash and sewn new ribbons a few days ago, which haven't been used yet. Why don't you use them as an emergency measure for now?"

  Zhang Yan nodded, already speechless.

  It's been a long time since she had a good day, and she has forgotten all the hardships of her past life. Throughout the whole day, she felt some soreness in her waist, but thought it was just due to wind and cold, never expecting that it was actually a sign of her first menstrual period.

  She wasn't shy about bathing in the hot spring, after all she wasn't just a simple fourteen year old girl. She had experience from her past life.

  Later, she lost her parents at a young age and relied on her older brother for survival. Gu Yun was ten years older than her and had always taken on the role of a parent to raise her. However, in taking on this role, he wasn't her real mother, and didn't notice or understand the subtle physical and psychological changes she went through during puberty.

  That time, she came to her first period. Also fourteen years old. Modern people are well-informed. Can't say they were flustered, but still felt awkward all over, hiding it from Yu'er for several days, until Yu'er finally discovered something was wrong with her, and pressed her for a long time. Even pretended to go ask her teacher at school. Only then did she stammer out an explanation.

  That day. She was almost drowned by the embarrassing emotions, and Xiang Er finally knew about it too, and stood there in a daze. Suddenly, her face also turned red.

  Zhang Yan was almost in tears.

  It's easy to come to this world and have a mother who loves herself in every way. However, because she got married and left home too early, she didn't enjoy the blessing of her mother's careful teachings. At first, she even bumped into Liu Ying's side.

  One is an elder brother, one is a boyfriend, heavens, can't you consider the face of a shy young girl?

  "Eldest sister," Mu Xi picked up the bloody quilt from the bed and asked in a low voice, "should we go to Chunhua Garden to report this matter to the Grand Princess?"

  "No." Zhang Yan heard this and hastily raised her head, saying, "It's already late at night. What's the point of disturbing Mother? Let's talk about it again tomorrow morning." After tidying up the room and changing all the bedding to new ones, Liu Ying re-entered and saw Ah Yan sitting on the couch, wearing a pink double-layered cicada dress, her complexion almost matching the color of the clothes.

  He suddenly felt a bit amused. Afraid that Zhang Yan would become even more embarrassed, he held it back. He reached out and grasped her hand, feeling only a slight chill, furrowing his brow to say, "Why is it so cold?"

  "I don't know either." Zhang Yan replied, looking up at him with a few glances, only to discover that he had also changed into a new set of clothes, and her cheeks flushed with heat, almost unable to speak.

  A faint sense of awkwardness floated between the two people.

  Liu Ying coughed and said, "Since you're not feeling well, just rest alone tonight. I'll go find another room to sleep in a bit later."

  "Hmm." Zhang Yan hummed.

  Stupidly, she still wants him by her side.

  But she was too embarrassed to speak up and ask him to stay at this time.

  In the past, she could get along with him very freely, being coquettish and making demands. But after the matter of faith came up, she instead became embarrassed.

  "Sleep." Liu Ying smiled and said, watching her take off her silk shoes and get into bed, then covering her with the quilt.

  "It's too hot." Zhang Yan struggled uncomfortably, "It's only September. Who can use such a thick quilt?"

  "Don't move around." He stuffed another hot water bottle under her feet and pressed down on her, saying, "This time it's the fault of those girls. You were originally catching a cold, now you can't afford to catch a chill, just bear with it for a bit and it'll pass."

  Zhang Yan slightly puckered her lips, and her heart felt a little sweet. She actually didn't struggle at all.

  "Sleep well," he instructed, "I'll go out first."

  "Wait." She suddenly called out and reached for his sleeve.

  Liu Ying had no choice but to turn back.

  "Just forgot to tell you," in the candlelight, her apricot kernel-like eyes seemed to be flowing like a lake of water, cunning and with a hint of sparkling light, "my Xiaoxin Garden, there is no empty room for you to sleep."

  Liu Ying was stunned.

  The Xuan Hou Fu is not a small household, the Xia Xin Garden was where the eldest daughter of the Crown Prince lived before she got married, how could there really be no other houses?

  This is an invitation from A Yan, but it's a very gentle one.

  She lay in the thick quilt, half-propped up, a little guilty because of her lies, with a hint of blush on her cheeks, slightly lowering her eyelids, and her long eyelashes trembling like butterflies falling from the sky.

  The scenery was too beautiful, and Liu Ying felt she couldn't resist it.

  In the quiet night, she smiled and snuggled in her own arms, her limbs still soft, her hair fragrant and gentle, everything was as usual as before, yet somehow different.

  A Yan hummed and kicked off the quilt, her left shoulder exposed.

  He covered her up again. Seeing her sleeping peacefully, he sighed and scolded, "You little heartless thing, you've disturbed my mind, but you're sleeping so soundly."

  In the dark of night, Ah Yan's lips still held an uncontainable smile.

  The next morning, Zhang Yan got up and washed her face. She saw Lu Yuan hurrying over and called out to him with a low head, "Mother."

  "En. En, good Ah Yan," Lu Yuan smiled and held her hand, his smile so wide that his mouth couldn't close, saying: "Mother has ordered the kitchen to cook red eggs. Later you must eat a few more."

  The customs of Guanzhong. When a girl first comes of age, it represents her transformation from an innocent little girl to a young woman, and from now on she can work together with men to fly high and give birth to children. It's a big deal, so to celebrate the girl's growth, the family must prepare red eggs for her.

  "My little Ah Yan, it's finally time to grow up."

  "Mother," Zhang Yan felt like she couldn't lift her head anymore, "don't say anything more."

  She muttered, "Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?"

  "It's not that serious." Lu Yuan said with a smile, "You don't know, coming to the initial trust is a big deal."

  Breakfast arrived, and as expected, there was a large bowl of red eggs. Zhang Yan peeled one and ate it slowly, feeling like time was passing by extremely slowly, and couldn't help but wish for this breakfast to be over soon.

  "Your Majesty," Ruyuan suddenly turned to Liu Ying and said, "I don't dare delay you, but I want to discuss some things with Ah Yan. Why don't you go back to the palace first? I'll personally have Ah Yan escort you back later."

  Liu Ying glanced at Zhang Yan and saw that she had a gentle smile on her face, so he nodded and said, "In that case, I'll head back to the palace first."

  All the way until the imperial carriage entered the Weiyang Palace, he walked into the Xuan Shi Hall from the corridor, with a smile on his face.

  Ah Yan has always been a bit mature for her age, rarely showing the kind of flustered appearance she had last night. He recalled her lovely appearance from last night and felt a sentiment similar to "my daughter is growing up".

  However, Your Majesty, Han Changyu followed behind the Emperor, and was somewhat speechless. That grown woman is your wife, not your daughter, okay?

  On this day, there was no regular court session, so he could stay at the Xuanping Marquis's residence for a long time. At this moment, he calmed down and began to review government affairs, taking out a memorial to the throne. The memorial had no signature, and the handwriting was extremely ordinary, making it impossible to distinguish its characteristics. It read: "Your Majesty, although the Great Han appears peaceful at present, in reality there are external threats from the Xiongnu and internal dangers from three sources. These three dangers are firstly the princes..."

  With a loud "crash", he slammed down the memorial and angrily rebuked, "Who presented this memorial?"

  In the Xuan Shi Hall, everyone knelt down on the ground, looking around left and right, but no one was willing to come forward and take responsibility.

  Liu Ying's anger grew, and she scolded, "In the grand Proclamation Hall, there are always palace attendants present at all times. How could a mysterious memorial be placed on the desk in the Proclamation Hall? It's really detestable." Emperor Hui was known for his good temper, and whenever someone made an unintentional mistake by his side, he would just laugh it off and rarely pursued the matter further. This time, however, he had blown up into such a great rage that the attendants and palace eunuchs in the Proclamation Hall were all silent as cicadas in winter. No one knew what was written in that memorial.

  Han Changyu couldn't help but pray in his heart, "Your Majesty the Empress, please hurry back to the palace."

  In the Xuanping Marquis's residence, Lu Yuan suddenly came out of his trance and called out, "A Yan, Mother has some things she wants to discuss with you."

  She only felt a bit dry in her mouth, "You were originally waiting for the year in the Pepper Chamber, and you didn't really take pleasure in it, so it's also passable. But this time after receiving the initial letter, it can be considered that the wait is over, and you have grown up."

  "I originally thought that you and His Majesty's relationship was different from ordinary couples, and it wasn't necessarily necessary to fulfill conjugal duties in this life. But last night, seeing you two together, your uncle also cares about you deeply. If... if..." She is naturally pure and conservative, saying this much, suddenly stuttering and unable to continue."

  "What is it..." Zhang Yan was a bit shy, but now looking at her mother who seemed even more shy than herself, she put aside her own shyness and asked mischievously.

  "Hmm," Lu Yuan's face turned red as he stuttered, "If he wants to stay overnight in Ah Yan's chamber, you can't be completely unaware of it, right?"

  Zhang Yan burst out laughing, "He used to often stay overnight in the imperial harem."

  "It's not that kind of stay," Lu Yuan hastily refuted, "It's... Zhang Yan's stomach is churning."

  Lu Yuan sighed and said, "Ah Yan, being husband and wife is not just about living together. They are called husband and wife because they fulfill their marital duties, have children, and then their lives are complete. Fulfilling one's marital duties isn't just about sleeping together."

  Well, when it came down to brass tacks, Zhang Yan's face also turned red.

  Lu Yuan took the box brought over, his face red as he opened it and said, "This is the Huo Yi Tu, which explains the details of marital harmony. Study it carefully so that if that day ever comes, you won't be at a loss."

  What is called an "avoid fire map" is actually a euphemism for a spring palace diagram. Meow.

  Just searched online for a bit, cough, otherwise, next time I'll describe some details.

  Ask for pink tickets and then hide.