An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Nie Ce did not return to the Marquis' Mansion that night, nor did he leave anyone to reply.

After dinner with Sang Ling, Cheng Niang still looked worried, even more anxious than Sang Ling himself. After the two of them had dinner together, they strolled in the courtyard of Wuyuan for a while, and then Sang Ling went to wash up and go to bed early. Cheng Niang fanned her for a while beside the couch. Probably knowing that the Marquis would not come back tonight, she went to sleep on the couch in the side room.

The next morning, still no one responded. Sang Ling sat in front of her dressing table and combed her hair. At noon, she went to the Hall of Disputes with Madam Zhaoyu as usual. She had lunch with the old man and returned to Wuyuan in the afternoon. Because it was too hot, she could not help but take a nap for the first time. When she opened her eyes, it was dark. Zong Xiang and Wei Chu were already lighting lamps and repelling mosquitoes. Aunt Cheng stayed by her side, fanning her day and night.

She took the seven-treasure door fan and asked, "Has he not come back yet?"

Although the conversation didn't mention who, Cheng knew it and nodded with a pout, "No one replied, so he probably won't be back today. Are you going to take a bath today?" The latter sentence was directed to Sang Ling.

It was hot in the summer, and although the capital was dry, people still had to take baths more frequently than usual. She nodded, and Zong Xiang and Wei Chu went to prepare bathing supplies. The hot water in the kitchen had been warm since the afternoon. At first, it was prepared for the marquis to bathe, but later, when the marquis's wife came into the family, more water was prepared. Generally, the wife would take a bath at sunset, and the marquis would take a bath later when he came back.

The hot water came up quickly. Sang Ling soaked in the bathtub longer than usual today. Wei Chu was good at massage and he even massaged her shoulders for a while. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it for a while. Then she felt sleepy again until she felt Cheng Auntie adding water beside her. She then became more awake. She didn't want to soak for too long. When she got up and put on her clothes, Cheng Auntie whispered to her, "The Marquis just came back." She was startled and was completely awake.

Nie Ce went to the bathroom in the west wing to wash up, so he wouldn't bump into her. When he came back, Sang Ling had already laid down on the couch. The two of them didn't talk, but the servants waiting were very sensible. Since the first night, the servants in the noon garden seemed to have known each other for a long time. No one knew who spread the news, but everyone blew out the lights, lit incense, cleaned up, and opened the door. Their movements were smooth and flowing, and they even walked briskly when they left.

Could it be that everyone was eavesdropping?

The bedroom suddenly became dim, leaving only a piece of bright white moonlight in front of the window and a pale yellow lamp in the corner. The gauze curtain was also blurred into half white and half yellow, like a confrontation between two lights, or a confrontation between two people. She moved slightly inside, but Nie Ce did not lie down. He entered the curtain and pressed on her.

In fact, it would be fine for the two of them to say something, but from the beginning till now, they hadn't said a single word. She wanted to say something, but she was afraid that whatever she said would be wrong and would hurt him. What if she did that again...

She didn't know how to face it. Nie Ce himself should know it, otherwise he wouldn't be so silent. He has been silent for two days in a row.

What else could Sang Ling, as a wife, do? After the incident, could she praise him a few words - praise his handsome appearance, mighty and masculine. She was still daydreaming when she saw the man half-kneeling and turning around. She couldn't help but admire him again. In fact, if it weren't for this aspect... this strong body is still extremely beautiful, with clear muscles and smooth lines, and the size is actually impressive enough - it's a pity, a pity...

She watched him take out a thumb-sized plain bottle from the drawer at the head of the couch and pour some into his palm. He seemed a little uncertain, but soon regained his composure, and his movements were unhurried. A faint herbal fragrance filled the tent, and then he applied it... Her face flushed, and she looked at the inlaid deer town beside her, until she felt the force pressing down on her, and then she subconsciously turned her head back.

The kiss came suddenly but gently. Although she was caught off guard, she was quickly distracted by it.

In fact, one could sense that both of them were still somewhat unfamiliar with each other, but Nie Ce somehow managed to firmly grasp the dominant position in the tent.

He seemed to have secretly learned a day's worth of skills, and even though his movements were still obviously unfamiliar and clumsy, every step seemed correct, so correct that she was not that nervous anymore.

This was a cautious calmness, no longer like the panic and panic of the night before. She didn't know how many copper balls had fallen from the fire clock, but in her distracted mind, she felt that several had fallen.

But this time...it's not over yet...

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"Hmm." Aunt Cheng nodded and pondered for a while. "Yesterday I went to the nearest farm and asked people. Of course, I used other people's names. An old woman said that even when a man is extremely excited and nervous, he can..." She stopped talking.

Sang Ling understood, "So it's not innate, it's physiological?"

Of course, Mrs. Cheng didn't understand the word and exclaimed "Ah" in surprise. Sang Ling didn't explain any further and just laughed it off. She didn't understand the question herself when she asked about it. Now that there was no big problem, she would be embarrassed to say more.

He sat up straight, coughed twice, and changed the subject.

Although the feeling yesterday was much better, because Nie Ce fell asleep very quickly, and Sang Ling didn't wake up when he got up in the morning, there was still not much communication between the two. Although Sang Ling still had some doubts in his heart, how could he have made so much progress and even knew how to use oil, he swallowed these thoughts.

Things like this are good enough once they are completed, there is no need to dwell on them all day.

Today, Master Nie felt a little better and did not just lie on the couch. Sang Ling still went there with Madam Zhaoyu and had lunch in the Hall of Right and Wrong.

The old man ate more today and walked around the house a few times. The atmosphere among the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren was finally not as dull as it had been in the past two days.

After the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law left the hall, Madam Zhaoyu, who rarely left on the pretext of being "busy", walked back with her daughter-in-law for a while and briefly asked about the situation in Wuyuan, asking about how hot the summer was and whether there was anything missing.

Sang Ling replied softly, "No shortage of it. The camphor tree in front of the hall has been built, and the shade of the tree just covers the roof of the dormitory, so it is cool both day and night. There is no need to use ice bricks, and sometimes even a fan is not needed."

"Yes." Madam Zhaoyu nodded, her tone light, "Xuanwen is very afraid of heat. The sixth year of Jiansi was as hot as this year. At that time, he always complained that he couldn't stay in the mansion. I spent a lot of effort and used the relationship of the queen to get a batch of ice bricks for the royal family from the cellar of Jianyuntai. This year is even hotter than that year, but he doesn't complain anymore."

Ah, Nie Ce can still be so delicate? Sang Ling couldn't imagine that scene, a 13 or 14-year-old boy yelling in front of his mother that he was hot and couldn't stay at home anymore - in short, she couldn't put such an act on Nie Ce's face now. Although he was less than 20 years old this year, he was probably sent out for a long time and experienced a lot. Now Nie Jialang no longer had any childishness.

"Yes, I haven't heard the Marquis mention overheating yet." She replied softly.

Before the last word was completely finished, Madam Zhaoyu chuckled, "You've grown up now. You're not like before, when you could make a scene at home over something like this."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law walked through a corridor outside the Wuyuan Garden and went their separate ways. Sang Ling said goodbye to her, but she saw that Madam Zhaoyu had not turned around yet, so she stood up and looked back in confusion. The eldest lady raised her slender finger and pointed at her neck, "The pleasure of sex should be enjoyed in moderation. If he indulges too much, you should also give him appropriate advice, otherwise it will hurt his body."

She subconsciously touched the place where he pointed, and almost shuddered. Instantly, she recalled the night in the tent when Nie Ce kissed her on the lips, and then kissed her neck - leaving marks? It was hot that day, so of course she would not wear a high-necked dress, and even combed her hair high, for fear of getting hot... Then, didn't Master Nie also see that there were so many servants around them...

Seeing that her daughter-in-law was obviously stunned and was even dazed while performing the ceremony, Madam Zhaoyu had no choice but to explain, but she did not say anything more and returned to Yunyue Pavilion.