Chapter 50: The carriage shook slightly.

People who want to watch lion dances would like to watch all night, but both lion dance troupes and suona bands are made up of people. If they dance or play all night, what will happen during the day tomorrow? So they usually stop watching around 9 PM.

Li Yue'er sat on her mistress's lap, her hands on her shoulders, her bottom lightly touching her mistress's legs, her toes touching the soft carpet in the carriage, and her head slightly raised.

The thought that they only had half an hour, or less, left made Li Yue'er grit her teeth.

Qu Rong's fingertips were wet and slippery, but she couldn't put them in, so she couldn't help but look up at her.

Do you want to or not?

He clung to her as soon as she got into the carriage, urging her to hurry up. But when she finished washing her fingers and was about to feed her, she was drooling but wouldn't eat.

It was Li Yue'er's first time being outside, and in a carriage at that. She was a little nervous and couldn't relax for once. She was afraid that the coachman would suddenly come back, and she was also afraid that someone would leave early and pass by the carriage.

She looked down at her mistress.

The carriage was the same one the mistress had ridden in last time. The four corners of the carriage were inlaid with beads that could provide light. Last time, Li Yue'er didn't have time to ask the mistress how much the beads were worth, and she didn't have time to ask her again.

Her fingers gently caressed the fabric of the mistress's shoulder, her eyes blinking brightly. "Did you come here specifically to find me?"

Qu Rong wrapped one arm around Li Yue'er's waist, afraid that she would fall off her, and with the other hand knocked on the hidden door of the carriage, taking out a small white bottle from inside.

Hearing Li Yue'er ask this, Qu Rong slowly replied, "Otherwise, why would someone stay up all night and travel so far to watch a lion dance?"

Has she never seen a lion dance before? She's so fascinated by it.

Qu Rong raised her head, looking at Li Yue'er with interest, her voice quite gentle, "Was the lion dance beautiful?"

She said, "How about I go down now and accompany you to appreciate the lions and listen to the suona?"

Why are you listening to the suona?

She had plenty of time to listen to the suona and watch the lion dance these past few days, but opportunities for her mistress to come and see her so specially like tonight were rare.

Li Yue'er refused, leaning into her mistress's arms and hugging her shoulders tightly, her gaze level with hers, and softly pleading, "Isn't my embrace more beautiful than a lion dance? Isn't my voice more melodious than a suona?"

Qu Rong's ears burned, and she raised her hand to gently pat Li Yue'er's bottom, frowning as she whispered a reminder: "Keep your voice down, the gamboge and cinnabar are still outside."

Li Yue'er looked at her with a smile, "Gamboge and cinnabar have long since gone far away."

Qu Rong looked at her.

Li Yue'er didn't tell her, because she heard Teng Huang placing the kettle on the cart shaft. Her family's kettle was very old, and she could clearly hear the sound it made.

Seeing that the mistress was just holding her, Li Yue'er rested her chin on the mistress's shoulder and smiled gently, "I thought the mistress came here because she missed me."

Originally, I just wanted to see her.

Seeing that she was nervous, he didn't continue.

Li Yue'er felt warm inside, even more comforted than after several events.

She spoke softly to the mistress about having her mother and sister move into the academy.

Qu Rong gently stroked Li Yue'er's slender back with her palm and asked softly, "Do you need my help?"

Li Yue'er licked her earlobe, her hot breath tickling her earlobe, "No need, I can do this myself."

Qu Rong glanced at her and saw that Li Yue'er's eyes were shining with confidence, completely different from her downcast expression when she came out of the courtyard earlier. Qu Rong couldn't help but smile.

She acts weak in front of others, but she's incredibly resilient in your arms.

She had been worried all day, fearing that Li Yue'er wouldn't be able to handle the situation, but after taking a look and listening to her plans, Qu Rong realized that Li Yue'er was in complete control and there was no need for anyone to worry.

This kind of Li Yue'er is even more heartwarming than someone who is single-mindedly attached to her and acts like a parasitic vine.

The drums of the lion dance outside started again. Taking advantage of the excitement, Qu Rong asked in a rare low voice, "Do you want more?"

Li Yue'er gently kissed her mistress's neck, inhaling the warm, moist air emanating from her body, and feeling the fragrance of cold plum blossoms slowly envelop her. "I want it."

Underneath the mourning clothes, one would wear open-crotch cotton trousers. In winter, people wear many layers of clothing, so to make it easier to use the toilet, the cotton trousers under the skirt would be worn open.

Convenient for daily life, and convenient for now.

The mistress's palm covered it again, her fingertips gliding lightly.

Li Yue'er's breath caught in her throat, her nostrils trembled, and her eyes flickered as she looked down at her mistress.

Compared to her cold hands, the mistress's hands were always warm, but just now, it seemed like she had applied some kind of ointment to her fingertips, and they felt icy cold the moment they touched her.

The refreshing coolness seemed to enter from below, climb up her spine, and rush to the top of her head. Before she could react, her scalp tingled slightly from the stimulation.

The coolness lasted only a few moments before it slowly began to warm up.

Li Yue'er felt like ants were crawling all over her body, and she twisted and hid restlessly. She wanted to ask the mistress what it was, but the mistress raised her hand and covered her mouth.

Li Yue'er, "..."

Even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, no one outside could hear her.

Moreover, even if the mistress didn't say anything, Li Yue'er could roughly guess what the mistress had applied there, like oil on abacus beads, making them smooth and slippery.

Li Yue'er really couldn't imagine how the mistress of the house could have gotten such a thing from Doctor Fu.

Li Yue'er's eyes curved into crescents as she opened her mouth and bit her mistress's finger.

The mistress looked up at her and raised her eyebrows slightly.

She didn't show much emotion on her face, but her hands kept moving.

Gently pulling and slowly prying, swirling around without going in, the tricks are no less than the smooth and varied tones of a suona.

Just when you think she's about to go high, she suddenly lowers the height and calls to stop; just when you think she's stopped moving, she suddenly raises it high again.

Li Yue'er reached out and hugged her mistress's head, pressing her chin tightly against her hair, and hummed softly.

The seductive, alternating tone of the voice above her head fell intermittently into Qu Rong's ears. The carriage seemed to isolate everything, allowing her to hear only Li Yue'er's panting and heartbeat.

She pleaded and begged for mercy, asking for it.

Qu Rong slipped his hand under Li Yue'er's clothes, his five fingers fitting perfectly with her full breasts. Only then did the inexplicable anger in his heart subside, and he slowly and contentedly satisfied her.

Outside the carriage, Tanhuang was being pulled away by Dansha by the arm, unable to get any closer.

Gambo held up his index finger to his lips and gestured, "I'll just listen in a little."

Dan Sha, "If the mistress finds out, you'll probably spend the New Year in the study."

Fujiwara was puzzled, "How did the mistress know?"

She will be very careful!

Dansha smiled. "I will talk to her."

Gamboge, "..."

Gambo puffed out his cheeks and lightly kicked Tansa's foot. "Bad guy."

Dansha suppressed a laugh and admitted, "Yes."

She's the worst.

Having no other choice with the cinnabar, Gambo finally calmed down, kicking the snow under his feet in frustration as he looked toward the carriage. "You just accompanied the mistress on this trip, and didn't even bring me a single piece of clothing?"

It can be considered a way to make up.

Seeing Dansha's expression, she chuckled to herself and deliberately stretched her hands into Dansha's arms, saying, "Look at me, I'm freezing to death."

Dansha stopped Gambo's hand, bent down to pick up the bundle at his feet, patted it clean, and handed it to her, sighing helplessly, "I brought it."

Gambo looked at the bundle and then at the cinnabar with surprise and delight, and said, "What would I do without you? I can't live without you for the rest of my life."

Cinnabar, “…tell me something I haven’t heard of.”

Some people even complained that she was being picky.

Teng Huang glared at her, then lowered his head and opened the bundle.

Inside, Dansha brought her a thick coat to wear next to her inner garment, as well as clean, thick socks and insoles.

Teng Huang became happy and couldn't help but look up at Cinnabar, asking with a smile, "How did you know I walked all day and my feet were both cold and sweaty?"

That's all.

Garcinia, holding the bundle, was already quite satisfied.

Seeing her expression, Dansha slowly took out an oil paper package from his pocket, inside which was Gung Huang's favorite dried meat.

Fujiwara jumped up excitedly; this was true joy.

She wrapped her arms around Dansha's neck and bounced around in her arms, "I knew it! It's definitely more than just clothes!"

Dansha smiled. She knew it; all Gung Kim loved was eating.

Without washing his hands, Gambo held the bundle himself, letting Dansha open the oil paper wrapping and hold it in his palm. He bent down, picked up a piece, and chewed while bringing his nose close to Dansha's chest, sniffing it.

Dansha couldn't help but open her arms, clutching the oil paper package, and slowly back away, her ears turning red.

But behind her was someone's earthen wall, her back pressed tightly against it, her heels touching it. There was nowhere left to retreat, so she slightly turned her face away, lowered her eyes, and subconsciously swallowed.

Garcinia Munchos mumbled, "I knew you smelled so good, turns out you brought some dried meat."

She swallowed her food. "Don't put it in your arms next time. I can eat it cold."

After saying that, he picked up another piece and chewed it. Then he and Dansha leaned against the wall side by side, their eyes fixed on the carriage in front of them, so as to see if it was swaying.

Dansha breathed a sigh of relief. She should have gotten used to it by now, but when Teng Huang suddenly leaned in, her heart still jumped uncontrollably.

Cinnabar didn't intend to keep this stuff in his pocket, as it would leave his body covered in its smell.

But she didn't know if the mistress wanted to see Miss Yue'er, and she was afraid that the dried meat would be cold and hard to chew if left outside, so she wrapped it in several layers of oil paper and kept it close to her body.

Fortunately, when the mistress saw Miss Yue'er, she also fed her some rattan.

"good--!"

The sudden burst of cheers from the side drew Teng Huang's attention away. When Dan Sha turned his gaze away from the carriage, he clearly saw the carriage sway slightly.

She turned her face away with a normal expression, and then chased after Teng Huang to feed him a piece of dried meat.

Inside the train carriage.

Li Yue'er didn't know how long the mistress had been doing it. She only knew that when the drums were at their loudest, her heartbeat was in sync with the drumbeats, and when the cheers were at their loudest, she couldn't help but cry out softly. Her tears fell into the mistress's long hair, and she also held tightly the mistress's long hair that was neatly tied up behind her back with a hairband.

Strands of hair spilled from between her fingers, warm and wet, dripping down her palms in streams, more intense than Li Yue'er's tears.

When Li Yue'er hugged the mistress's head tightly, her whole body seemed to melt like snowflakes from a lion's breath, flowing like water into the mistress's palm.

My mind went blank. As the cheers faded, the carriage fell silent, broken only by the deep pounding of two hearts. It wasn't just the mouth above that was panting, its breath coming in short, rhythmic gasps.

The mistress took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her down.

Li Yue'er's face flushed red and hot, then flushed again, so embarrassed that she buried her forehead in her mistress's shoulder, her fingers tightly gripping the back of her mistress's clothes, biting her lip and closing her eyes to resist the lingering, tingling sensation.

She wanted her mistress to hold her a little longer so she could wipe her down, but once the lion dance ended and the crowd dispersed, her mistress's carriage would attract too much attention.

The mistress said softly, "I will come again tomorrow."

Regardless of Li's status as a scholar, it's not surprising that Li Yue'er, being a concubine of the Qu family, would come to burn paper money in broad daylight tomorrow as the mistress of the Qu family.

As she said this, she was wiping Li Yue'er's hands.

Li Yue'er subconsciously misunderstood, and in a delicate tone, she softly and expectantly asked, "Is it still here?"

It's like having an affair.

Qu Rong, "..."

Qu Rong chuckled softly and muttered to herself, "Greedy."

Li Yue'er belatedly realized what had happened, her face turning as red as could be. Enraged and embarrassed, she bit her mistress's shoulder.

The mistress chuckled softly, "Have I wronged you?"

She took her hand out to show Li Yue'er.

Even after wiping it clean, you can still faintly smell Li Yue'er's unique scent.

Li Yue'er was unconvinced and reached out to touch the mistress's skirt.

She refused to believe that the mistress's heart was beating so fast and there was no reaction.

Sensing Li Yue'er's intention, Qu Rong reached out and hugged her tightly, whispering, "It's getting late, let's stop fooling around."

Li Yue'er felt a tingling sensation in her ears and her heart softened. She leaned into her arms, following her lead.

The two hugged quietly for a while before Dansha came over and knocked on the carriage, at which point they finally let go.

Li Yue'er had her mistress examine her carefully. Her eyes swept over the ground, and she quickly reached out to pick up the white cloth flower that she had dropped onto her mistress's skirt when she was jostled up and down. She blew on it and then put it back into her hair.

The mistress smiled as she looked at her, her red beauty mark at the corner of her eye captivatingly beautiful.

Li Yue'er rarely blushed with shyness. Just from the sight of a single fallen flower, one could imagine how she had wriggled in the mistress's arms, as if the carriage itself was shaking from her movements.

...It must be an illusion.

Before leaving, Li Yue'er bent down and kissed her mistress's lightly pursed lips, teasing her deliberately, "It wasn't my fault tonight, but you're not allowed to bully my pillow when you get back."

The last time she didn't sleep in the mistress's room, she found the next day that the mistress had turned her pillow upside down like a tortoise shell.

She spoke up in advance today to prevent someone from acting like a child while she was away, taking advantage of her absence to bully her pillow.

The mistress glanced at her expressionlessly, as if she were talking nonsense, except for her ears, which were as red as agate.

Li Yue'er wanted to kiss her earlobe but held back.

The snow-covered ground was slippery, so Teng Huang reached out to help Li Yue'er down from the carriage.

The coachman returned early after watching the lion dance, and Dansha sat on the outside of the carriage shaft, nodding goodbye to Li Yue'er.

Gambo stood beside Li Yue'er, holding his bundle and waving to Dansha, "Let's go, let's go."

As the carriage slowly drove away, Li Yue'er vaguely saw the curtains on the side of the carriage move slightly. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was the mistress lifting the curtains to look back at her, or if it was just the wind stirring in the snowy night.

"Let's go, my mother must be looking for us."

As they got closer, Li Yue'er caught a whiff of dried meat from Teng Huang's clothes and raised an eyebrow with a smile.

It seems she wasn't the only one who ate her fill tonight.

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Garcinia: It's different, our portions of food are completely different!

Cinnabar: [melted]