Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Chapter 1346: Reliving Liu Yifei's Tenderness

Lin Lang quickly covered Liu Yifei's loose tongue and said with a stern face:

"Don't talk nonsense. No matter how much I like beautiful women, I would never do something as shameful as seducing my sister-in-law."

"Moreover, my eldest daughter, Lin Zhiyi, has already been betrothed to Crown Prince Li Hong. In the future, Wu Zetian will be Yi'er's mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law will be my mother-in-law."

"Uh... Honey, don't be angry. I just blurted out a joke without thinking."

Lin Lang reached out and pinched Liu Yifei's cheek, saying with a helpless yet indulgent tone, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"Hehe... I know, honey. What delicious food does that stall over there sell?"

Lin Lang followed Liu Yifei's gaze and replied, "That's a stall selling drinks, which are not suitable for pregnant women."

Liu Yifei asked curiously, "What is a drink?"

Lin Lang patiently replied:

"It is a beverage made by boiling fruits and herbs, similar to modern herbal tea, and has the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying."

Previously, Chang'an City was filled with stalls selling drinks, but now Mixue Ice Cream & Tea shops have almost taken over all their business.

"Honey, I'm a little thirsty, can you buy me something to drink?"

After hearing this, Lin Lang led Liu Yifei to a stall selling sugarcane juice drinks and said to the stall owner, "Give me two cups of cherry sugarcane juice."

"Alright! Here you go, sir." The stall owner handed over two cups of sugarcane juice sweet drinks with cherry pulp.

Liu Yifei took a sip from a bamboo cup, her eyes immediately lighting up as she exclaimed, "Wow, honey, what kind of drink is this? It's quite delicious!"

Lin Lang replied with a smile, "This is sugarcane juice, which is popular in the Tang Dynasty. A cup of this is sweet and refreshing in the summer, and it can also be paired with fruits such as cherries. It is definitely a healthy drink."

The stall owner was taken aback. She looked at the young and beautiful Liu Yifei, then glanced at the young and handsome Lin Lang, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

In the Tang Dynasty, "老公" was a general term for elderly men, not husbands.

Lin Lang took out a hundred-tael silver note from his pocket, handed it to the stall owner, and said magnanimously, "The extra silver is a tip for you, no need to give change."

The stall owner, an older woman, took the silver note from Lin's Money Shop and glanced at it, exclaiming in surprise, "Wow! A silver note for one hundred taels?!"

After a brief moment of shock, the stall owner immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to Lin Lang and Liu Yifei to express her gratitude.

The stall owner, an older woman, pressed her forehead against the bluestone slab, her voice trembling, "Thank you for your generous gift! Thank you for your generous gift!"

The shopkeepers of the surrounding stalls and passersby all looked over when they heard the sound, their eyes filled with envy. In those days, a hundred taels of silver was enough for an ordinary family to live on for ten years.

Liu Yifei said with a smile, "Get up. It's not easy for a woman like you to run a small business."

The stall owner said sweetly, "Miss, your face reflects your heart. You are beautiful and kind-hearted, and you will surely be blessed with good fortune throughout your life."

Liu Yifei was delighted to hear this.

Lin Lang took Liu Yifei's hand and turned to leave, his fingertips gently caressing her soft palm as he chuckled softly.

"In the Tang Dynasty, you would call me 'My Lord,' but in the Imperial Palace in Shanghai, you would call me 'Your Majesty,' and refer to yourself as 'Your Majesty,' understand?"

"Got it!" Liu Yifei stuck out her tongue, took a small sip of the cherry sugarcane juice in her cup, and the sweet juice slid down her throat, dispelling most of the summer heat.

The bluestone slabs underfoot were slightly warmed by the summer heat.

The couple strolled along the quaint Zhuque Street, leisurely sipping cherry sugarcane juice.

Without paparazzi taking photos, it truly felt like the leisurely stroll of an ordinary person.

Liu Yifei pointed with great interest at the street artisan's stall, marveling at the twelve zodiac animal wood carvings. Just as her fingertips were about to touch them, she heard a "thump—thump—thump—".

The deep, resonant sound of drums echoed from the end of the street, one after another, steady and loud, reverberating along the long street as dusk deepened.

As soon as the drumbeat ended, the once bustling Zhuque Street instantly changed its appearance.

The vendors along the street packed up their stalls quickly, as if they had received a military order.

The auntie selling cold noodles quickly gathered up the celadon bowls.

The merchant from Hu stuffed the small glass bottle into the rattan box.

The old scholar, who was telling stories, put away his palm-leaf fan and his storybook.

Even the craftsman who had just displayed his sugar-frosted creations quickly dismantled his wooden frame, picked up his load, and headed towards the nearest gate.

The once bustling pedestrians hurried along, helping the elderly and carrying children to various neighborhoods. The once lively street quickly became deserted, with only the sound of drums echoing intermittently.

Liu Yifei was taken aback by this sudden change.

Her hand, holding the bamboo cup, froze in mid-air. She tugged at Lin Lang's sleeve, her eyes filled with confusion, and her voice trembled with doubt:

"Honey, what's going on?"

Why did they all suddenly close down?

The drumming is really scary, why is everyone in such a hurry to leave?

Lin Lang explained gently, "This is the street drum for the curfew. When it's sounded, it means the first watch has started, and the markets and wards of Chang'an are about to close."

“The night curfew in the Tang Dynasty was strictly enforced. After the first watch, the gates of the wards would be closed, and no one was allowed to stay on the main roads outside the wards. If the Imperial Guards found you wandering the streets, you would be fined or even punished with caning.”

“Vendors naturally had to pack up and return to their stalls as soon as possible, and pedestrians also had to hurry home; no one dared to break the rules.”

He pointed to the Golden Guards patrolling the street corner in the distance. Those soldiers in bright armor were leading their horses on patrol. Their eyes swept across the street, and when they saw a few people lingering, they called out, "The night drum has sounded. Return to your wards immediately!"

Liu Yifei followed his finger, stuck out her tongue, and subconsciously leaned closer to Lin Lang, whispering:

"So strict?"

If we don't get back in time, won't we get arrested? We mustn't let those soldiers stop us.

Lin Lang was amused by Liu Yifei, squeezed her hand, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I have an imperial gold medal, the Tang Dynasty's night curfew has nothing to do with us."

As the last few drumbeats of the street fell, the gates of Zhuque Avenue slowly closed, leaving only a few lanterns hanging on the walls of the once bustling street, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

The sound of the Imperial Guards' horses' hooves pounding on the bluestone slabs became the only sound in the night.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a group of Imperial Guards emerged from the street corner, seven or eight steeds galloping rapidly on the bluestone slabs. The leader reined in his horse and raised his voice, sternly ordering them to stop.

"Who dares to linger on Suzaku Avenue after curfew?! State your name immediately, or you will be arrested according to the law!"

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly approached, and the soldiers had already surrounded them. The bright armor gleamed coldly under the lanterns in the night, and the soldiers' hands were on the long swords at their waists, their sharp eyes locking onto the two men.

Liu Yifei subconsciously shrank closer to Lin Lang.

Lin Lang remained calm and shielded Liu Yifei behind him.

He reached into his personal space, flipped his fingertips, and a gilded and jade-inlaid imperial gold medal appeared in his palm. He then raised his hand and gently waved it.

The gold plaque gleamed, and the four large characters, "As if the Emperor were personally present," shone brightly under the lantern light. The vigorous strokes of the calligraphy carried royal majesty, causing the eyelashes of the Imperial Guards to tremble.

The leader of the team was taken aback at first, but when he saw the four words, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly dismounted.

The soldiers behind him also tumbled from their saddles and fell to their knees, heads bowed low, their voices filled with fear:

"We were blind and did not recognize your greatness! We have met the Emperor of Shanghai! We have offended you, and we hope that the Great General of the Western Protectorate will forgive us!"

The Imperial Guards lay prone on the bluestone slabs, not daring to even breathe. Their previous fierce demeanor had vanished, leaving only a heart full of fear.

Lin Lang held the gold medal and spoke calmly, his voice low but carrying an air of authority:

"It's alright. The Empress and I were just strolling along Vermilion Bird Street. You all can go about your duties."

"Thank you for your leniency, Your Majesty!" The captain hurriedly kowtowed in gratitude, and when he stood up, he dared not look at the two men again, but waved to the soldiers behind him.

The group hurriedly led their horses, tiptoed around, and made the sound of their hooves barely audible. They slunk away along the street and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Once the Imperial Guards had disappeared into the distance, Liu Yifei released her grip on Lin Lang's sleeve, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She leaned forward, took his arm, and said excitedly:

"Wow, honey! You were so awesome just now!"

The moment the gold medal was flashed, the soldiers immediately cowered; it was such a prestigious honor!

As she spoke, she glanced at the imperial gold plaque in Lin Lang's hand, her fingertips touching the four large characters "As if the Emperor were here in person," her eyes filled with wonder.

Looking at Liu Yifei's charming appearance, Lin Lang's coldness turned into doting affection. He reached out and put the gold medal into his spatial storage, then pinched her cheek.

"Wife, there's a curfew in Chang'an now, so there's nothing to see. Let's travel back to the sea to rest."

A gentle evening breeze swept by, and the Zhuque Street was silent in the night, but a warm feeling emanated from Liu Yifei's side.

"Okay, let's go home then." Liu Yifei smiled happily.

Lin Lang pulled Liu Yifei into his arms and quietly activated the [Space-Time Mass Teleportation] skill. With a "whoosh," the couple disappeared from Suzaku Street.

Only two bamboo cups remained lying on the ground, spilling cherry and sugarcane juice all over the floor.

The next second, Lin Lang transported Liu Yifei back to Shanghai, where they found the luxurious bedroom of the mansion where Liu Yifei was kept as a mistress.

As soon as Liu Yifei stood up, before she could even open her eyes, Lin Lang impatiently kissed her luscious red lips.

The kiss came urgently and passionately, carrying the lingering sweetness of cherry and sugarcane juice and the fiery heat of a lover.

Lin Lang held Liu Yifei's nape, his tender kisses filled with undisguised doting and possessiveness, swallowing her soft moans.

Caught off guard, Liu Yifei closed her eyes with trembling eyelashes, her hands instinctively wrapping around Lin Lang's waist, her fingertips gripping his clothes tightly, her body as soft as spring water in his arms.

He led her backward step by step until their knees hit the soft edge of the bed.

As the feeling of weightlessness washed over him, Lin Lang pulled Liu Yifei onto the bed, then lay down beside her to avoid pressing on her pregnant belly.

The fluffy quilt enveloped the two figures embracing.

His kisses traveled downwards, landing on Liu Yifei's smooth forehead and blushing earlobes, his hot breath brushing against her neck.

"Honey, why are you in such a hurry again?"

Liu Yifei was slightly out of breath, her cheeks burning. She raised her hand and pushed against Lin Lang's chest, her voice full of coquettishness, "Turn off the lights first."

Lin Lang chuckled softly, his breath brushing against Liu Yifei's ear, his magnetic voice tinged with ambiguity: "Whatever my wife says."

With a thought, the crystal chandelier in the room went out, leaving only a few rays of moonlight filtering in from the window, outlining their silhouettes in the darkness and spreading an intense, inseparable tenderness.

As night deepened, only the intertwined breaths and soft whispers remained in the bedroom.

Clothes were gently removed, and warmth embraced them.

A gentle descent into tranquility spread quietly until dawn approached.