Chapter 7 007: Mistress, I beg you.

When Li Yue'er came over with the clothes, only Dan Sha was standing at the door of the mistress's room.

Perhaps she had unconsciously glanced at the empty space on the other side of the door, because Dansha surprisingly took the initiative to look up and explain to her, "The mistress found the rattan yellow too noisy and punished her by making her go to the Buddhist hall to copy scriptures tonight."

If someone wanted to chat, they would definitely be asking Dansha right now, "What kind of noise did Gamboge make that displeased the mistress?"

Dansha looked quietly at Li Yue'er.

The mistress was drying her hair, and Li Yue'er was afraid she would have to wait at the door for a while. Rather than standing there awkwardly facing each other, she might as well talk to her.

Li Yue'er blinked twice, her face showing a look of sudden realization.

Dansha remained calm, looking at her with encouragement and expectation.

Li Yue'er felt that Dan Sha was definitely giving her some pointers!

So he quickly learned to purse his lips tightly and pinch his upper and lower lips together to make sure he wouldn't talk too much.

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Dansha remained silent. Seeing that Li Yue'er didn't understand the gossip she had thrown out, and didn't join in the lively discussion about rattan, he also shut his mouth and stood quietly by the door like a wooden stake.

Li Yue'er followed suit, feigning unease as she lowered her head, her fingers clenching the dress she held tightly in her arms.

The more she said, the more mistakes she would make. How could she dare to chat idly with Dansha? Besides, Tenghuang was the head maidservant of the mistress, and their relationship was closer than that between her and the mistress. Whether the mistress punished or rewarded Tenghuang was not something she should be curious about and ask.

She was never curious about things that didn't concern her, so she deliberately didn't respond to Dansha's words.

After waiting for about half an incense stick's time, the light in the courtyard completely dimmed, and finally the mistress's voice came from inside the house, still just two simple words:

"Come in."

Li Yue'er went inside, and Dan Sha thoughtfully closed the door behind them before walking away.

Li Yue'er's face felt a little hot as she looked for the mistress of the house.

The lights were already on in the room. The mistress had clearly just finished washing and bathing. Her smooth, black hair was draped behind her plain dress, with the ends reaching below her waist and hips.

Hearing the noise, the mistress looked at her.

Li Yue'er immediately stepped forward, bowed her head, and handed the clean long dress to her mistress, saying softly, "This servant thanks the mistress for sending someone to fetch a doctor to save my sister."

He knelt down as he spoke.

She was genuinely grateful to the other party.

Qu Rong took off the long dress, holding it with one hand and gently stroking it with the other.

The fabric of her dress is different from ordinary fabrics. If you wash it with soap or other things, the fabric will not only become rough but will also retain a smell.

Li Yue'er clearly knew how to wash the dress, so she only rinsed it with water and didn't use anything else.

Qu Rong didn't think Li Yue'er had ever worn clothes made of such a delicate fabric; it could only mean that she had washed such precious fabrics before.

Teng Huang said that Li Yue'er's mother, Ming, was in poor health and unable to work. During the days when her biological father did not give her money, Li Yue'er would go around washing clothes and taking odd jobs to support the family.

Qu Rong looked down with lowered eyes.

Although Li Yue'er was kneeling, her back was straight and she was not humble. Last night, she knelt on the footstool by her bed and tried her best to maintain her self-respect.

She possessed the pride of a scholar, perhaps without Li Yue'er even realizing it herself. Although she kept her head down, her spine remained straight.

A scholar.

A hint of amusement flashed in Qu Rong's eyes. As she put the dress back into the wardrobe, she spoke in a low voice about something else, "The steward of the manor, Zhang Qiu, and the gatekeeper, Lin Mu, are you on very good terms with this mother and son?"

Li Yue'er's breathing tightened, and she frowned as she agreed, "Aunt Qiu and her son were originally my neighbors. They only took care of me because they were grateful that Brother Mu had studied under my maternal grandfather when he was young."

She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, she confessed frankly, "It was out of gratitude that I was allowed to go home for one night after my mother begged me with tears in her eyes."

As they were talking, the mistress slowly walked over from the wardrobe, sat on the embroidered stool next to the round table in the inner room, and looked down at her.

Li Yue'er raised her head, turned her knees to face the mistress and knelt down, her tone clearly somewhat urgent, "This is all my fault, it's because I didn't follow the rules and was ignorant, it has nothing to do with Aunt Qiu and her son."

The three of them had indeed broken the rules of the manor and done something wrong. If it really caused Aunt Qiu and her son to lose their jobs because of her, Li Yue'er would feel guilty to death.

She reached out and tried to ingratiate herself by grabbing the mistress's dress, gently tugging at it and causing it to sway slightly.

She even half-jokingly reddened her eyes, biting her lower lip and pleading in a low voice, "Mistress, please don't blame them, it's all my fault."

Qu Rong's gaze fell on Li Yue'er's fingers that were gripping her nightgown. Her fingers were slender and well-proportioned, like white scallions, and the back of her hand was thin with a noticeable bony structure.

According to the book's literary words, these are hands that should be used for writing, playing the zither, grinding ink, and painting.

But now those hands, gripping her skirt, were trembling slightly.

Qu Rong did not deny her inherently vile taste to humiliate "scholars," nor did she deny that as she stared at those hands, her gaze gradually took on a different meaning.

Qu Rong said, "So you came tonight not only to express your gratitude, but also to apologize."

This sounds like a calm narration.

Li Yue'er's eyes trembled slightly. She knelt even closer to her mistress, her chin almost resting on her knees. With her face raised and eyes red, she gave a soft, gentle answer: "I came only to serve my mistress."

Qu Rong looked at Li Yue'er quietly, then raised her eyebrows slightly, touched her cheek with her fingers, lifted her chin with her index finger, and lowered her head and eyes, speaking with her warm lips almost touching Li Yue'er's ear, "So smart."

Li Yue'er made her choice last night. Since he is her man, how could he climb into her bed to thank or apologize to others?

She came only to serve her.

Intelligent, but unfortunately has too many weaknesses.

Qu Rong manipulated her like a cat manipulating a mouse, and wasn't afraid that she would run away as Teng Huang had said.

Li Yue'er was forced to raise her face, her eyelashes drooping and her breath trembling slightly. Her expression was expressionless, but her heart was pounding in her chest. She was glad that she hadn't been led astray by the mistress's words.

Li Yue'er really didn't want to face the traps in her mistress's words anymore, so she turned the tables and slowly reached for her mistress's smooth, slender ankle, leaning in and squeezing between her legs.

He moved his knees forward inch by inch until his chest was pressed against his mistress's lower abdomen, leaving no gap between them.

Qu Rong lowered her eyes, and what came into view was Li Yue'er's gentle, limpid eyes, with the candlelight flickering within them, reflecting on her indifferent and aloof face.

Qu Rong cupped Li Yue'er's cheek in his palm, his thumb tracing the corner of Li Yue'er's mouth, his fingertips pressing lightly or firmly against Li Yue'er's soft, slightly cool lips.

How can someone's skin be so cool?

The coolness spread from my lips to my fingers.

Qu Rong pursed her lips and frowned. Before she could react, Li Yue'er had already gently placed her thumb in her mouth.

Qu Rong then snapped out of her daze and pressed her thumb against Li Yue'er's tongue.

Li Yue'er looked at her, her mouth full of what seemed like a candy, half willingly and half unwillingly, pushing and stirring it lightly with her tongue.

Judging from the mistress's original intention, she wanted to serve her in this kneeling position at the table, under the candlelight.

But when Li Yue'er put her hand on the mistress's waist from under her dress, the mistress suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Qu Rong paused for a moment before speaking, "Go to bed."

They clearly couldn't accept their skin coming into close contact with these embroidered stools and wooden tables without any clothing.

Only the outer layer of gauze was left hanging over the bed curtains, and the dim, ambiguous light of the oil lamp shone into the curtains.

Qu Rong looked at Li Yue'er with great interest.

Li Yue'er bit her lip lightly, her eyes darting around, and knelt up onto the bed, pretending to be an honest person.

The moment she climbed up, her wrist was grabbed by the mistress, who gently pulled and pushed her shoulder. In a flash, Li Yue'er found herself lying half-upright on the bed, her legs bent and her feet barely touching the edge of the bed!

Li Yue'er, "?"

Qu Rong rolled over and straddled Li Yue'er's waist, grasped Li Yue'er's hands, raised them above her head, and pressed them onto the bedding. "Didn't you want to see?"

Li Yue'er felt ashamed and regretful when she realized that her thoughts had been seen through. As she struggled slightly to turn over, she began to admit her mistake, "Mistress, I was wrong."

Qu Rongcai wouldn't ask her "what did she do wrong?" Verbal reprimands were far less effective than physical punishment.

On the auspiciously decorated bedding, Li Yue'er was stripped naked like an egg, leaving not even a piece of cloth to cover her shame, even more thoroughly than yesterday.

Qu Rong sat on her waist, looking down at her with raised eyebrows.

Wherever her gaze fell, it was as if flames leaped and ignited with heat.

Li Yue'er's face was burning hot. She tried to turn her face away and close her eyes to escape, but the mistress placed her hand on her high breasts and squeezed it, saying, "Open your eyes."

The mistress said, "Didn't you want to see? How can you see with your eyes closed?"

Li Yue'er then pursed her lips, opened her eyes, and looked up.

The mistress was dressed neatly, with her long hair loose and her clothes perfectly in place, not even the hem of her dress was in disarray. What could one possibly see there?

On the contrary, it was her...

Seeing that her face was redder than a persimmon in autumn, the mistress's lips remained unchanged, but the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her eyes shimmered slightly.

Li Yue'er looked up and saw the small red tear mole at the corner of the mistress's left eye, like a lively carp leaping and its tail shattering the thin ice in the mistress's eyes, swimming in her eyes.

Li Yue'er knew that the mistress was cold-faced but beautiful, but in the hazy light shining through the thin veil, the mistress looked even more beautiful than usual, like a living person, deliberately trying to humiliate her.

Li Yue'er blushed and lowered her eyes, biting her lip and trying to curl up.

Like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, creating ripples.

Moved by her emotions, Qu Rong, who already had her own thoughts, found it difficult to pretend any longer.

Qu Rong lay down, looking into Li Yue'er's eyes, her palm slowly gliding across the hillside, across the plain, enveloping the valley, and into the river.

Li Yue'er's toes crumpled the sheets, her knees tried to come together, and her waist and hips twisted and swayed from side to side.

The mistress's long hair was draped over her body, the ends of which gently brushed against her legs, sending a ticklish, tingling sensation through her.

She tried to dodge, but when she pushed off the bed, her legs slid off. When she tried to pull her legs back and bend her knees, he only went in deeper.

Li Yue'er now truly knows she was wrong.

Because when her cheeks were burning and her vision was blurred, she clearly saw a smile flicker across the mistress's lips.

They laughed at her for being too clever for her own good and overestimating her abilities.

Of the two, Li Yue'er is the silly mouse who tries to trick the raccoon but ends up being outmaneuvered by it.

Now that its tail is being held down, no matter how hard it kicks its legs, it's difficult to escape from its mistress's fingers.

Left with no other choice, she wrapped her arms around her mistress's shoulders, pressed her forehead against her neck, and whispered in a trembling voice, "Mistress, please, hurry..."

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