After struggling for half an hour, he was sweating profusely, she was dripping with fragrant sweat, and the maid outside the door also left with satisfaction.
"Why...why didn't you press it?" She bit her soft lips, her pretty face flushed, and her eyes were full of lust.
"Extra clock, but you have to pay extra." Song Che put down his jade feet, got off the bed, walked to the door to confirm that the maid had left, then turned back to the bedside and extinguished the candle, and said softly: "Tonight they will not be in ecstasy. Now that the cigarette is gone, Princess Tuya can sleep peacefully."
He walked to the stove and put two chairs together, intending to sit back and relax.
After a long silence, the beauty on the bed said: "It will be very cold late at night, and the stove can't keep you warm. You and I are already husband and wife, and we should sleep in the same bed..."
Song Che fiddled with the charcoal fire and said softly: "I have already had a vague experience of getting married in Daliang, and I don't want to have it again in your Hu country. Don't worry, princess, I will never touch you in the future."
He is destined to leave, and leaving too many emotions behind will become a burden.
There was another moment of silence.
There was a gentle sob coming from the bed.
The last thing Song Che saw was when a woman shed tears, "I heard that all the women of your Hu tribe are delicate and pretty, but why are your temperaments so different? Just like those little girls from the south of the Yangtze River, you cry at every turn."
The beauty on the bed said with a tearful voice: "It's okay if you stay alone in an empty room, but you are in the same room with your husband and you don't even want to touch it. For a newlywed wife, it is really a great shame..."
She cried louder and louder.
Song Che was really afraid that the crying would attract the maid, so he sighed softly and turned back to the bed, "Don't you think this marriage is ridiculous, princess? You are also the daughter of the Khan after all, so you just accept it, don't you? Don’t you have any intention of resisting?”
Tuya wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, hugged the quilt and said: "I am not the daughter of the Great Khan, I am just an unpopular concubine of the royal family. If it were not for marrying you, I would not have been canonized as a princess... …”
Perhaps because of the scars on her face, she dared not raise her head from urine since she was a child. Gradually, low self-esteem and cowardice became a habit. An ill-fated woman.
"Okay, I can go to bed, but," Song Che sat on the bed, turned around, with his feet at the head of the bed and his head at the end of the bed, got into the bed and said, "I'll sleep in mine, and you'll sleep in yours. Don’t touch each other.”
Tuya said nothing, perhaps in acquiescence.
Snowflakes fall on the tiles, making a "rustling" sound, and nature sings softly, like a lullaby that makes people sleepy.
Unknowingly, Song Che closed his eyes and fell asleep, but while he was half asleep, the squirming in the bed woke him up again.
He opened his eyes sleepily, and two bright eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.
Tuya poked her head out from under the quilt and lay on Song Che's chest, cautiously shy and generously eager.
"you……"
Song Che wanted to pull her away, but just held her waist, slipping naked.
"I know you dislike me and think I'm ugly, but this is the order of the Great Khan, and it's also my duty as a wife... Husband, don't worry, the scars on my face are from burns, not from birth. In the future, you and I will The children won’t inherit it.”
She was about to meet her, but Song Che gently pinched her lips, "Why do you insist on giving me a baby?"
She said: "This is the order of the Great Khan and Master Arhan..."
Song Che understood that if he had a child with a Hu princess, the child would become a shackles, tightly tying him here.
Want to "get married with your son"? This is of course impossible. Song Che even suspected that this woman was an undercover agent placed beside him, and he had to be cautious in everything he said and did.
"Princess Tuya, here in Daliang, if you want to have a child, you must prepare for pregnancy in advance. If you do it too hastily, the child will not be smart. I was freezing and starving all the way from Tubo to your Hu country, and my physical fitness has obviously improved. It's declining, so why don't you let me recuperate for a while before starting the 'human creation project'?" Song Che asked with a smile.
Tuya thought for a while and hummed softly.
Song Che didn't pull her away from his body. His hot body was very warm in his arms, "Tell me about the scar on your face?"
When she mentioned this, her eyes showed sadness, and she hid her profile again before telling the story: "This happened when I was five years old..."
Tuya's father was once the cousin of the current Great Khan Timur, a royal family member, and the most valiant warrior of the Hu tribe. When Tuya was seven years old, her father died in a war with Daliang. This was also The reason why she doesn't like Liang Ren.
After her father's death, her mother died in depression. She had no direct brothers and had wounds on her face. Gradually, she became estranged from the royal family members. If Song Che had not come to Hu State, she would still be making a living by weaving at home. This is why she has a pair of rough hands that do not match her status as a princess.
"Can you weave?"
"I can weave, make clothes, and embroider. The two loads of dowry in the living room were all woven and embroidered by myself."
This is her only little pride.
I don’t know if Song Che made his fortune in the textile business, but he has some inexplicable affinity for women who can weave.
As they hugged each other and chatted, their relationship seemed to become more familiar.
Although tonight's encounter has a purpose, any accident comes from fate.
There are tens of millions of people in the world, but sleeping with her, how can it not be called fate?
…
Early the next morning.
"Da da da……"
A knock on the door woke up the two sleeping people, and they heard the maid shouting outside the door:
"Master, Master Arhan is here to see you. He asked his servants to come and ask you to get up."
Tu Ya was about to reply, but Song Che said: "Go and tell them that Liang Ren is going to sleep in and ask him to come back in an hour, or wait for me in the living room for an hour."
"Ah? This..."
"I won't get up anyway. On such a cold day, I'd rather stay in bed all day."
After Song Che finished speaking, he pulled the quilt over his head and continued to sleep.
"Husband, you are so impressive. Except for the Great Khan and several princes, no one in Dadu dares to refuse Lord Arhan's order." Tuya's eyes were filled with admiration.
Song Che smiled and said: "Otherwise, why do you think he gave me such a big house and even sent the princess to my bed?"
The maid called outside the door a few more times, but when no one paid attention, she left.
after awhile.
"Dong dong dong!"
Smash the door.
"Song! Was it too intense last night or something? You couldn't even get out of bed? Get up and get out quickly, or I'm going to go in!" Chachai's rough voice sounded outside the house.
Tuya shrank in fright, "He is the most cruel 'executioner' of Hu State, General Chachai..."
At this time, Arhan's voice also sounded: "Mr. Song, it's not that we want to disturb your dream. We, the Khan, want to see you, so we must not miss it."
