The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 733: The Intellectual and Graceful Princess Consort_1
Li Qing now could barely be considered a rich man, but he still lacked sufficient understanding of the world of the wealthy.
Listening to Jing Yan’s descriptions, a grand vision instantly materialized in Li Qing’s mind.
Warm and pleasant bath pools, filled with the delicate and fair figures of songbirds and swallows, with King Qi lying in the bath, playing as he pleased.
No wonder Li Yuanxian poured a fortune into crafting that Xiao Ding—it seems that without the aid of an Elixir, hardly anyone could withstand such indulgence.
A month or so of such play, and one would likely be spent.
Comparing himself to that, he was practically nothing.
Li Qing had always thought he had plenty of close female friends and that his life was rich and colorful enough.
But compared to the real wealthy and the ancient nobles, he might only count as a slightly wealthy playboy.
"Husband, have you not prepared those little toys?" Jing Yan sat on the edge of the bed, asking seriously.
Although there was a slight smile on her face, the lifestyle of being raised in luxury had instilled in her an aura that, even with a smile, did not invite closeness but rather a feeling of wanting to submit.
This aura, a product of the long-term accumulation of power held by the Princess Consort of a prince in ancient times, was not something that could be changed at will.
Li Qing shook his head, "I really don’t have any of those exotic toys here. If Yan’er wants to use them, I can prepare some another day."
"That’s fine," Jing Yan nodded lightly, "It’s not that I want to use them. I thought perhaps my lord might want to."
"If that’s the case, let’s rest for the night," she said, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush as her clear, bright eyes gently looked towards Li Qing.
Li Qing actually enjoyed the thought, after all, to appreciate such an ancient Princess Consort was surely a wonderful thing.
During the last encounter on King Qi’s coffin, although he had played, how could once be enough?
Moreover, that time had been a bit rushed, and Li Qing had felt a bit uneasy, not having enjoyed it as much as he could have.
"Let’s sleep," said Li Qing as he took off his clothes and climbed into bed.
Jing Yan stood up and gently loosened her robe, "Does my lord wish to extinguish the light, or shall we stay just as we are?"
"Just as we are, I want to watch you," Li Qing smiled.
What would be the fun in turning off the lights? One would have to grope around to find their way, completely devoid of any interest.
Jing Yan nodded slightly, and as her silk robe slipped down at her waist, a radiant, charming expanse of skin was revealed.
Even when outside, Jing Yan still did not change her attire, sticking to the pure traditional straight-hem robe.
With the clothes shed, Jing Yan, bared, snuggled next to Li Qing, squeezing in next to his legs.
"Please be gentle, my lord," her voice was like that of a warbler, her eyes slightly shy, which almost dazzled Li Qing.
Even a dignified and charming woman showed a hint of girlish demeanor under such circumstances.
This tug of war between two extreme atmospheres instantly inflated Li Qing’s vanity.
This was once a Princess Consort, a woman whom ordinary people could be executed for merely glancing at. But now, she stood there bare and blushing beside him, for his appreciation. To say that he was incredibly lucky was an understatement.
Li Qing reached out his hand, gently caressing the delicate skin.
Compared to the last time they met, Jing Yan’s skin had clearly improved, becoming as white, tender, and smooth as top-grade suet white jade. A mere touch was enough to ignite a strong flame within one’s heart, surging and boiling up.
Li Qing gently kneaded her elastic and slightly upturned breasts, involuntarily bringing his mouth closer.
Jing Yan’s brows furrowed slightly as she let out a soft moan, her tender body pressing tightly against Li Qing’s embrace.
"My Lord, you needn’t be so gentle; you may do whatever you wish to me," Jing Yan said softly.
Li Qing chuckled, "The thing is, I don’t have any other excessive fetishes; it seems I can’t do much else."
"My Lord, don’t you enjoy a bit of playful spanking?" Jing Yan asked, somewhat surprised.
"Are you talking about real spanking?" Li Qing looked up and asked.
Jing Yan’s pointed chin gently nodded, "Of course, a real spanking."
"That’s not a normal hobby; it’s entirely a humiliation of a woman. I don’t have such fetishes," Li Qing shook his head and laughed, "At most, I’d slap your enchanting behind when you’re bent over."
"Is that so?" Jing Yan thoughtfully nodded, then tenderly turned around, bending slightly at the waist, her back facing Li Qing.
"Please, my Lord, spank me."
Li Qing was momentarily dazed. You’re so straightforward?
Looking at her smooth, seemingly reflective skin, Li Qing’s mouth curled into a smile as he lightly slapped her.
He had to admit, Jing Yan looked truly enchanting in that position, making his heartbeat quicken uncontrollably, as if it had jumped to his throat, leaving him a bit parched.
"My Lord needn’t be so gentle; you may spank me however you like," Jing Yan said shyly.
Although she tried her best to satisfy the hobbies Li Qing seemed hesitant to express, the intense shame was still there.
Especially for her, a woman who had once been a Princess Consort and then lived in solitude for a thousand years.
Yet she noticed that Li Qing seemed somewhat wary of her, reluctant to openly express many of his thoughts, which is why she chose to proactively and patiently coax out Li Qing’s desires.
"It’s not about being gentle; I just like this level of it," Li Qing said with a smile, "However, you can bend your waist a bit lower."
Jing Yan obediently bent down further.
Looking at that nearly perfect peach, Li Qing’s palm caressed it, bringing his mouth closer, "I prefer this kind."
"Ah... My Lord, why are you doing that again?" Jing Yan was startled, her body trembling slightly.
The last time Li Qing had done this to her, it lingered in her mind for a long time, her cheeks heating up every time she thought of it.
In her countless years past, she had never experienced such a thing.
King Qi certainly wouldn’t perform such acts on a woman; he would only devise ways to torment them, those canaries kept in cages.
"Yan’er, do you not like it when I do this?" Li Qing asked, his tongue lightly teasing as he spoke.
Jing Yan, with her head buried low, blushed intensely, her lips slightly pursed as she said, "I certainly do like it. It’s just... as the head of a family and a man of honor, how can you do such things?"
"Because I love you, I’m willing to do these things. It has nothing to do with who I am," Li Qing said.
He could only speak according to Jing Yan’s thoughts, knowing that changing some of her ideas would not be easy in the short term.
