pjbooks Chapter 328 Self-taught without a teacher
Chapter 328 Self-taught without a teacher
After the guests had eaten and drunk their fill, they gradually left Medicine King Valley. The once bustling valley, filled with laughter and joy, slowly returned to its usual tranquility. Everyone in Medicine King Valley returned to their usual work, as if the celebratory banquet had been nothing more than a brief interlude.
In Song Ming's courtyard, only Song Ming, Fu Ling, a few servants, and a few maids remained. As a highly respected figure in Medicine King Valley, Song Ming was usually carefree and didn't need servants. However, since deciding to spend the rest of his life with Fu Ling, he wanted her to experience being pampered, so he specially sought out these servants and maids. However, Fu Ling, having grown up in a simple environment, was used to doing everything herself and felt somewhat uncomfortable being waited on.
The candlelight flickered gently in the breeze, bathing the bridal chamber in a warm orange glow. Song Ming looked at Fu Ling's slightly flustered expression, his heart filled with tenderness. He turned to the attendants and maids beside him and said softly, "You may all leave; there's no need for service here." The attendants and maids bowed respectfully and filed out, gently closing the door behind them. For a moment, only Song Ming and Fu Ling remained in the bridal chamber, so quiet that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.
Seeing everyone leave, Fuling breathed a slight sigh of relief, a relaxed smile appearing on her face. She looked up, her gaze meeting Song Ming's gentle eyes, and a blush instantly rose to her cheeks. "I still prefer to do things myself. With so many people around, I feel a little uncomfortable," Fuling said softly, her voice as gentle and melodious as a spring breeze.
Song Ming smiled and nodded, walking to Fu Ling's side and gently taking her hand. "I know, I just wanted you to experience what it's like to be cared for." His voice was deep and magnetic, seemingly possessing a reassuring magic. "However, from now on, whatever you want, I'll do as you wish." Fu Ling felt the warmth from Song Ming's hand, her heart filled with sweetness. She tilted her head slightly, looking at the flickering red candles, her thoughts drifting away. "Today's wedding banquet is truly lively; I never imagined I'd have such a day." Her tone carried a hint of emotion, but even more so, happiness.
Song Ming gently took Fu Ling's hand and slowly led her to the bedside, then gently helped her sit down. His arm, like a warm arc, gently encircled Fu Ling's shoulder, as if to pull her tightly into his embrace. Song Ming's voice was deep and gentle as he whispered in Fu Ling's ear, "This is just the beginning of our happy life. Many wonderful days await us in the future." His words were like a spring breeze, carrying a touch of warmth, filling Fu Ling's heart with a sweet feeling.
Fuling felt Song Ming's breath, his warm touch like a feather brushing against her neck, eliciting a soft laugh. Her laughter, clear as silver bells, echoed in the room. Suddenly, the booklets her mother and Ye Qingchen had given her flashed through Fuling's mind. The contents of those booklets made her feel a little shy, and a slight blush rose on her cheeks, like a ripe apple. Fuling hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered her courage and said to Song Ming, "Song...husband, it's getting late, we should rest. I have a few booklets here, given to me by my mother and Sister Qingchen. They said I should take a look at them first. But I've been so busy, I haven't had a chance to read them yet."
Song Ming naturally understood the contents of those booklets. A faint smile appeared on his lips. He said softly, "There's really no need to read those booklets. True love will naturally reveal its secrets. From now on, you can call me Zizhan, or simply my husband, it's fine either way."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Song Ming seemed to be propelled by an invisible force. Without hesitation, he reached out and tightly embraced Fu Ling, laying her down on the bed. Fu Ling was completely caught off guard; her body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current. However, Song Ming's actions were unusually gentle. He lightly kissed Fu Ling's head, as if she were an incomparably precious treasure.
The entire process was as natural and smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hesitation. Under Song Ming's care, Fu Ling's body gently landed on the soft bed. At this moment, Song Ming removed all the hairpins and hair ornaments from Fu Ling's hair. Her beautiful hair instantly cascaded down like a waterfall, partially obscuring her beautiful face.
Fu Ling's heart suddenly raced, as if it were about to leap out of her throat. Her breathing became rapid, as if someone were choking her. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling Song Ming's approach. His warm breath grew closer and closer, making her heart beat even faster.
When Song Ming's lips finally touched hers, an indescribable mix of anticipation and nervousness welled up inside her. It was a complex emotion of both fear and longing, like a startled fawn that wanted to flee yet couldn't resist getting closer. This man, from the day she met him, had been so extraordinary, like a dragon among men, detached from worldly affairs, a truly free person, and now he was her man, Fu Ling's man.
Finally, their lips gently touched, like two magnets drawn together. In that instant, a surge of intense emotion erupted like a volcanic eruption, instantly engulfing them. Their kiss was passionate and deep, as if they wanted to merge their souls into one.
The flickering red candle swayed gently in the night breeze, its flame casting delicate pink wisps that seemed to add a touch of romance to the lovers' passionate kiss. The large, carved pearwood bed, with its intricate gold carvings, seemed to emit soft, creaking noises in the night, as if providing accompaniment to their fervent passion.
Accompanied by the woman's soft moans and pleas for mercy, and the man's gentle and refined coaxing voice, the entire room was filled with an ambiguous and passionate atmosphere.
Outside the window, the moonlight, like water, spilled over every corner of Medicine King Valley. The chirping of insects rose and fell, as if offering the newlyweds their best wishes. Inside, the red candles still flickered, witnessing the sincere and beautiful love between Song Ming and Fu Ling. On this tranquil wedding night, their hearts were intertwined, eagerly anticipating a future filled with both unknowns and sweetness.
Later, Fuling finally understood what Ye Qingchen meant when she said, "A man's mouth is a liar'." Song Ming had clearly promised, but his words and actions were completely different. That night had exhausted her. Fortunately, the Medicine King and the others were at the Gu residence, so they didn't need to go over to pay their respects and offer tea early in the morning. Otherwise, given her exhaustion yesterday, she really wouldn't have had the energy to offer tea today. Seeing Fuling's listless appearance in the morning, Song Ming smiled and said, "You should get some sleep first." Then he left the room, leaving Fuling to fall into a deep sleep again.