233: Chapter 233 Madam, Where Are You Running To?

However, Ouyang Wanqing was, after all, not the type of frail woman who could only cling to men.

After a brief moment of tenderness, the playfulness hidden deep within her bones surfaced once more, like a little fox.

She suddenly giggled, reached out her two small hands, and gave Chen Shanzhi's chest a gentle push.

Her slender, willow-like waist bent backward with graceful flexibility, and her entire body moved like a swimming fish.

She silkily broke free from Chen Shanzhi's embrace and drifted a few steps away.

Chen Shanzhi's arms felt empty, leaving only a lingering, hollow warmth, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He saw Ouyang Wanqing standing on the bluestone path, her water-blue skirt fluttering.

She lifted her chin slightly, and one of her jade-like hands, fair as snow, reached out playfully.

With a rounded, jade-like fingertip, she gave Chen Shanzhi's chin a flirtatious and charming flick.

On her stunningly beautiful face, there was a flush of charming crimson that could make any man's blood race, and her watery eyes were full of provocation:

"Wanting to hold me the whole time? That's not so easy."

She withdrew her hand, clasped it behind her back, and leaned forward slightly.

Her beautiful, sparkling eyes fixed on Chen Shanzhi, and she lowered her voice, even adding a touch of seduction:

"Then... Husband, come and catch me."

"Let's go to the inner cabinet and discuss poetry collections."

Speaking of this, Ouyang Wanqing paused deliberately.

On her stunningly beautiful face, the smile grew even richer, and her voice took on a sticky sweetness that could make one's bones melt:

"If Husband catches me... then we shall discuss while composing poems."

Especially the words "composing poems," which she enunciated with deliberate ambiguity.

At that moment, Chen Shanzhi's brain almost "CPU burned out" on the spot.

In the decades they spent living in seclusion in the illusion world, the so-called "discussing poetry and composing poems while discussing"

Was naturally not some proper, elegant affair.

But rather the secret and absurd bedroom activities between them as husband and wife, behind the red curtains and on the bed!

Elegance mixed with the most primitive scent of the Mortal World, often causing the bed to creak.

It was also the wonderful activity that best stimulated Heir Chen's "inspiration" and "combat power."

This woman, actually in broad daylight, within the Prime Ministers Mansion in reality, was openly teasing him with such words!

"Giggle, giggle—"

Before Chen Shanzhi could completely lose control.

Ouyang Wanqing, seeing his expression as if he were about to breathe fire, let out a silvery, triumphant, and playful laugh.

Her jade hand lifted her water-blue skirt, revealing a pair of delicate small feet in embroidered shoes. With light steps, she moved like a flickering, elusive Fairy phantom in the breeze.

Giggling, she ran swiftly toward the inner cabinet study deep within the Prime Ministers Mansion.

"You've gone too far!"

Chen Shanzhi slapped his thigh, his eyes turning slightly red, and he grinned broadly on the spot.

Laughing as he chased after that water-blue figure:

"Good Madam, where are you running to!"

"If I catch you today, watch me compose a few hundred-verse poems for you!"

In the back garden, the wind whistled as two stunning figures.

In the Prime Ministers Mansion, one chasing the other, vanished into the deep pavilions.

It was currently time for court, and the Prime Minister and Ouyang Wanqing's eldest brother were both still at the imperial court.

The two of them were therefore able to chase each other freely in the Prime Ministers Mansion.

"Madam, where are you running to!"

Chen Shanzhi laughed loudly, his toes lightly tapping on the bluestone path, his body like a wisp of light smoke, lunging straight toward the beautiful water-blue figure ahead.

Ouyang Wanqing lifted her wide-sleeved skirt, her slender waist tracing a stunning arc in the air. With a twist of her body, she used an exquisite footwork to lightly dodge Chen Shanzhi's lunge.

"Giggle... Husband, you are now a Martial Artist at the Xuan Guan Ten Apertures, so why can't you even catch a weak woman like me?"

Ouyang Wanqing turned her head, her beautiful eyes like autumn water rippling with mischievous laughter, her stunning face breathtakingly beautiful in the sunlight.

"A weak woman? A weak woman at the Twelve Mysterious Apertures—I'm afraid there isn't a second one in the whole world."

Chen Shanzhi rubbed his nose, changed his footwork, and chased after her again.

The two weaved back and forth through the quiet Prime Ministers Mansion, their playful laughter echoing in the deep courtyards.

This scene was truly too familiar.

In that illusion world, which had been so long it felt almost real, the residence where they lived in seclusion was just as large, with similar bamboo forests and winding corridors.

Back then, they often played and teased each other like this in the afternoon, and when tired, they would sleep in each other's arms on bamboo chairs.

Now, back in reality, the same scenery, the same person.

The love that was almost overflowing flowed between their eyes, making both of them feel slightly tipsy.

"Take this!"

Ouyang Wanqing gave a soft cry, and a wisp of soft, golden Literary Qi flicked from her fingertips, turning into a sky full of golden rain that covered Chen Shanzhi's face.

"Madam, you are trying to murder your own husband!"

Chen Shanzhi gave a strange shout; without dodging or evading, he relied on his formidable Physical Body to smash directly through the golden rain.

His figure was like lightning, instantly closing the distance. Amidst Ouyang Wanqing's cry of surprise.

With a powerful bear hug, he finally held that warm, jade-like body tightly in his arms.

"Caught you."

As he spoke, his hot breath sprayed against Ouyang Wanqing's ear, causing the beauty in his arms to tremble slightly.

"Husband, you are cheating... You just used True Essence."

Ouyang Wanqing was held tightly by him, her pretty face pressed against his chest, panting slightly, her voice soft and sweet.

"I don't care, caught is caught."

Chen Shanzhi chuckled, his hands exerting a little force, and he naturally swept her up into a horizontal carry.

A standard bridal carry.

Ouyang Wanqing gave a cry of surprise, and her two fair, jade-like arms instinctively wrapped around Chen Shanzhi's neck.

She didn't struggle, just obediently pressed her face tightly against Chen Shanzhi's sturdy chest.

Listening to the rapid and powerful "thump-thump" of his heartbeat inside, a moving flush of shyness quietly crept up her cool, picturesque cheeks.

Chen Shanzhi carried the delicate body in his arms, stepping on the bluestone, and arrived at the inner cabinet step by step.

He did not head toward the bedchamber, but instead turned, lightly pushed open a door made of red sandalwood, and strode into the study.

Ouyang Wanqing, who had been closing her eyes enjoying this moment of tenderness, heard the sound of the door opening and opened her eyes in confusion.

When she saw the bookshelves filled with rare ancient books, the wide red sandalwood desk, and the neatly arranged brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk, her body suddenly stiffened.

Having been husband and wife for decades in the illusion world, she understood this rogue all too well.

The study...

During their days in seclusion, whenever Chen Shanzhi had some "bad intentions."

Or wanted to come up with some absurdly elegant tricks, the place he liked to go most was the study!