In the next few days, everyone slowly described her situation to Lan Jing'an. Her name is Yulan, she is sixteen years old this year, her parents died when she was a child, and she was fostered in her aunt's house, but her aunt's family was not good to her, so her life has been very unsatisfactory. It was her husband who met her half a year ago and saved her from her misery.

Her husband is called Junzhu, and he is a very capable person, and his family is unimaginably powerful. He took her home and wanted to marry her, but his family was unwilling to accept such an orphan girl. Before meeting her, he was forced by the pressure of the family to marry another woman and take a concubine. But since he saw her, he had only her in his heart, and he was only willing to recognize her as his wife. He disobeyed her parents for her and moved to Magnolia Garden alone with her. He was afraid that the people in the family would trouble her, so he always protected her and was reluctant to let her out of the garden. As far as he knows, the incident of her falling into the water is also a black hand by people in the family. They wanted to kill her in order to make her husband work for the family without distraction. So her husband hoped that without his protection, she would never go out of the garden by herself.

Lan Jing'an was suspicious, not only did he not have any memory of the past, but he didn't even know where he was in the year and month. She tried desperately to remember, but as soon as she tried to remember, her head hurt so badly that she couldn't even think. She could only choose to accept everyone's arguments for the time being.

The room she was in was understated and luxurious, and she was dressed in silk and satin. The maidservants around her were all respectful to her, and always called her Madame very familiarly. The two servant girls Su Mei Suju who served her closely took care of her meticulously, and a imperial doctor surnamed Wang also came to diagnose her pulse almost every day. The surrounding environment seemed to be very much in line with what he heard, which made Lan Jing Anyou have to believe the result of what he heard.

She suffered a wound to the back of her left shoulder, reportedly stabbed by someone who wanted to kill her. Coupled with falling into the water, her body has been very weak. Her husband is considerate to her, and although he is busy with official duties, he will come back to accompany her no matter how late it is.

It's just that out of fear out of nowhere, she never let the man go to her bed, and she refused to call him a husband, just called his name lightly: Junzhu. He didn't force her, he just slept on the low couch next to her bed, and treated her as good as ever.

Time flies like a white horse, Lan Jing'an has gone through half a year of cultivation, and his body is finally fine, and the wound on his shoulder has healed, leaving only a scar the size of a baby's fist. But the blood stasis in the back of her head has always been difficult to remove, and the headache is still there. Doctor Wang warned her many times not to be cranky, otherwise her headaches would only get worse and even threaten her life. She had no choice but to follow the doctor's instructions and stop trying to remember the past.

Although she has no memory of personnel, it seems that the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting she has had since elementary school are still there. She was even more surprised to find that she could not only play chess, but also play very well. Since then, one of her great hobbies has been playing with Yuwen Moyuan.

Winter has gone to spring, and the relationship between her and Yuwen Moyuan has eased a lot, and she has gradually lost her rejection and defense against him. Although she still refused to let him go to her bed, she slowly accepted that she was his wife. She listened to him and never left the Mulan Garden again. She waited for him to come back every night, lived in the same room with him, and the two of them lived the life of Qin Se and Ming.

Yuwen Moyuan waited patiently for Lan Jing'an to accept him, and he slowly won her trust step by step. She no longer doubted herself and her identity, and began to allow herself to become more and more intimate. When he called her Lan'er tenderly, she also began to gently reply to him Junzhu. They chanted poems and painted together, and played games in the garden. Everything was as he had ever dreamed. No matter how annoying the court made him, as long as he saw her waiting for him in the house, he felt that he had a harbor to rest and a warm home.

Yuwen Moyuan still remembers how shy she was when she kissed her for the first time. The two of them played against each other in the room late at night that day, and they bet on this kiss. Her level of chess is not weak, but in fact, his chess skills are even higher than hers. It's just that every time he plays chess, he can't be distracted, and always puts his mind on her instead of between the grids. This time, in order to get the beauty, he put his mind together and defeated her.

Her character has always been true to her word, but she has no regrets, just shyly bowed her head and twisted her fingers, without saying a word. He leaned over slowly and hugged her gently, her slightly stiff body slowly softened under his warm embrace. He picked her up and put her on his low couch, and stepped forward himself. She turned pink from her ears to her neck, her eyes closed tightly, her head half tilted. Dan's lips, which were bitten by her, were as delicate as cherries, and she sent him the most seductive invitation. The shadow he cast slowly obscured the last bit of white light she could feel, leaving her in the dark, and she could only feel him whispering softly in her ear: "Lan'er, I am pleased with you." ”

His lips climbed to the softness that made him longing for him, and gently pried her teeth open. With Lan Jing'an's coquettish hum, Yuwen Moyuan's slightly cold tongue slid into her mouth domineeringly, wrapping around her sweet tongue, greedily conquering the city. Her sweet but not greasy fragrance wafted across the tip of Yuwen Moyuan's nose, making him can't help but hug her tightly, deeply accentuating the kiss.

Her soft body seemed to be rubbed into his warm chest by him. Although Yuwen Moyuan has read countless beauties, he is not a hairy guy, but this time he felt a different kind of excitement. He knew that his heart had fallen the first time he saw her, and now his people had fallen as well.

He reluctantly let go of her lips and began to kiss her neck, his fiery breath spraying on her delicate skin, causing her to tremble. His hands uncontrollably tried to untie her clothes. She stretched out her hands to resist, resolutely refused, her face full of horror, panting to get up from under him.

Yuwen Moyuan saw her panicked appearance and knew that he was too eager. So he put his clothes away, sat farther away from her, and turned back into the humble and polite nobleman. Yuwen Moyuan didn't want to force her, he wanted to let her slowly melt into his tenderness. He believed that Lan Jing'an would one day take the initiative to accept his affection and give him her body and heart!

Although Lan Jing'an and Yuwen Moyuan were close enough, from the bottom of his heart, he still had an inexplicable sense of resistance to him. She didn't know why, she was still reluctant to let him touch her body. According to him, since he is his wife, there should have been a skin-to-skin relationship between the two. But his hugs, his kisses, would make her feel a little uncomfortable. And when he wanted to go further, she was terrified. Is it because the time I married him is still short, so I haven't adapted yet? Or did you change your temperament because of falling into the water?

She wanted to convince herself that she was thinking too much, but her body always acted before her reason, and involuntarily made her want to escape. Fortunately, Yuwen Moyuan has always respected and cherished her, and never forced her to do things she didn't want. Lan Jing'an was grateful for his gentle waiting, trying to open his heart and slowly accept him.