Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

The phoenix ruler is cut to a scarlet hue, the dragon-shaped box is permeated with the fragrance of musk, and in the secluded waterside pavilion, a cup of wine is held.

Inside the small house, there was a mournful sound, like a lament, a yearning, a sob, a complaint.

Like a gentle spring rain, it comes from the east, its lingering sound never ceasing.

After what seemed like an eternity, the shaking bed finally stopped.

on the bed.

Ning Yuan looked at the delicate figure beside him, panting heavily and covered in sweat.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, feeling her soft, smooth, and full body, a satisfied and happy smile spreading across his face.

Ling Jiang blushed, looking shy and embarrassed, as if she dared not look at Ning Yuan. So she lay prostrate on the boy's chest, letting her hair bloom like a black lotus on his smooth, white back.

The two embraced in silence, quietly savoring the beauty of the collision between spirit and flesh.

Finally, Lingjiang spoke up, scolding, "Really, I never knew you were such an impatient person. I haven't even finished getting everything sorted out, and you're already thinking about... thinking about doing this in broad daylight. Isn't this just like doing *that* in broad daylight?"

The woman became increasingly embarrassed as she spoke, and her voice grew softer and softer.

Ning Yuan smiled faintly, reached out and lifted his wife's snow-white chin, and said tenderly, "I've thought it through. Now that we're husband and wife, we shouldn't be bothered by trivial matters. From now on, I'll focus on my studies, and you'll take care of everything at home."

Ling Jiang's beautiful eyes were bright and clear as she smiled serenely, "It should have been done long ago."

From then on, Ning Yuan and Ling Jiang truly became one, inseparable, and became a perfect couple that their neighbors envied.

With his beautiful wife by his side, the young man spent his days at home studying, and his knowledge and talent grew day by day. People often came to visit him to discuss his articles, and he gained considerable fame.

Ling Jiang also gained attention as a result.

Some people say she's stupid. If Ning Yuan succeeds in the imperial examination, he'll definitely kick her aside. Many high-ranking officials who pass the imperial examination reserve the position of principal wife for the legitimate daughters of prestigious families. Only in this way can their careers be smooth.

Some, however, praised it as a great act of kindness, writing articles and creating historical anecdotes to ensure its transmission, hoping that this selfless dedication of genuine emotion could awaken the numbness of humanity and fill the world with great love.

The storms and disturbances from the outside world never disturbed the couple living in the courtyard.

Time flies.

The twelfth lunar month, the winter solstice.

The earth was covered in a blanket of white, and the entire capital city of Bianjing was immersed in the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

The hustle and bustle of the streets and the warmth of everyday life awakened the long-dormant passion in the city. It was as if every tile and stone pillar had its own soul, stained red, and became an indispensable part of this ancient festival.

Ning Family Courtyard.

Inside the house, the charcoal stove was burning brightly.

Ning Yuan, dressed in a plain white robe with a jade ring at his waist and a cloak draped over his shoulders, sat in front of a bamboo window.

He held an ancient book in his hand, his handsome face, as gentle and refined as jade, appearing and disappearing in the white mist and snowflakes of his breath.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

Ning Yuan put down his book at the right moment, and a soft body followed closely behind, falling into his arms.

Ling Jiang wrapped her arms around the boy's neck and asked with a smile, "How do I look in this outfit?"

Ning Yuan looked down and examined him.

Today, Lingjiang wore two buns and a red cheongsam with a thin velvet and thick fur trim. The slit reached her upper thigh, which not only flattered her figure but also accentuated her alluring curves.

Shift your gaze downwards.

"What is this?"

Ning Yuan suddenly looked surprised and covered it with his large hand.

"It feels silky smooth, and although it's the color of skin, there's such a layer between us... Hmm, interesting."

Ling Jiang smiled and said, "These are Jin Chun Tang's new styles, silk stockings woven from southern ice silkworm silk. Even without clothes underneath, you won't feel cold when you wear them."

"but……"

Ling Jiang leaned over Ning Yuan's body, her breath sweet as orchids, and said, "I'll only show you..."

Ning Yuan remained silent for a moment, then picked up Ling Jiang and carried her into the inner room.

After a long while.

The beautiful woman lay back on the fragrant couch, half of her plump body pressing down on the slender young man, and one of her long, shapely, slender white legs was directly draped over his waist.

Her posture was languid and casual, and the tight-fitting red cheongsam revealed her exquisite figure with a captivating silhouette.

Especially the white fabric at the neckline, which blended into the flickering candlelight in the room like snow, filled Ning Yuan's field of vision in large swaths.

Freshly peeled chicken head meat, smooth and creamy like pastry from the border region.

The gaps between the peaks reminded him of the pleasure he had just experienced.

Ning Yuan thought to himself in a daze.

Such a simple and unpretentious life might not be so bad...

Sudden.

"Hmm? Husband, what are you doing?"

Ling Jiang cried out in pain and hurriedly called out, then grabbed something from the bed and presented it to the boy.

This is a broken piece of jade, its surface is warm and smooth, and it emits a faint glow in the woman's delicate palm.

Ning Yuan, who had thought his wife was trying to spice things up, immediately stopped and stared blankly at the jade piece.

"What's wrong, my husband?"

Lingjiang asked curiously.

Ning Yuan calmly put away the jade piece and said, "Oh, it's nothing. It's a keepsake from my parents. Seeing it reminded me of them, and I didn't react for a moment."

Ling Jiang's eyes trembled slightly. She pulled open her clothes, revealing her broad chest, and lovingly embraced him.

Ning Yuan obediently leaned down, but his eyes were unreadable.

The two of them stayed up all night.

...

...

After that, everything went as usual until this day, when things finally took a turn for the better.

On February , the dragon looked up.

Ning Yuan was invited to attend a literary gathering.

He originally disdained such activities, believing that these empty titles were of no benefit to scientific research.

It was only after hearing that the talented woman, Chu Dajia, who was famous in Bianjing for her four verses, "Bodhi is not a tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand. Originally there is nothing, so where can dust alight?", was also going to attend, that I was persuaded by a friend surnamed Wu to go as well.

The literary gathering was held at a manor on the outskirts of the city.

Because Ning Yuan arrived late, the servants who were supposed to greet the guests had already gone inside by the time he arrived.

After verifying with the gatekeeper, Ning Yuan hurried off.

However, on the way, he encountered a woman in white with her face veiled by a thin veil.

Upon learning that the other was also going to the literary gathering, the two decided to travel together.

On the way, the two had a friendly exchange about academic matters and found that many of their ideas and insights were very similar. Even the differences were reasonable and could be applied to other areas, prompting deep thought.

The two hit it off immediately and chatted happily, forgetting about the literary gathering for a while, and talked for half a day in the huge manor.

Before they knew it, night was falling, but the two were still reluctant to part.

"The meeting has now come to an end, but today was not without its gains. I shall take my leave."

Ning Yuan bowed respectfully and then prepared to take his leave of the woman in white.

"Please wait a moment, young master. It is rare to meet such a talented and learned fellow traveler. Why don't we exchange names so that we can keep in touch in the future?"

Even though the woman in white had a veil covering her face, her pair of clear and clean eyes were like a tranquil pool in midsummer, giving people a sense of peace and serenity that was hard to resist.