Chapter 202 World Eight (Twenty-Five)

Bao Shan opened her sparkling eyes slightly, as if she was a little surprised. Her voice trembled, and she was about to lower her head again: "Cousin Yunshan is naturally a match for any girl from any family. It's just that I am not good in every way and I am not worthy of Cousin Yunshan..."

Shen Yunshan's fingers were cool and refreshing. He moved his fingertips slightly, then lifted Baoshan's chin. His voice was filled with doubt, "But what should I do now after what I did to you?"

Bao Shan's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and her dark pupils were filled with sadness, but she still comforted Shen Yunshan softly: "It's okay...it's okay. I know that cousin Yunshan didn't mean it, so I won't remember it in my heart..."

How could Shen Yunshan not feel pity for her when she looked so pitiful and weak?

Shen Yunshan patiently persuaded her, "But if what my cousin said is true, and the Confucian masters learn about this, they will say that I am not upright and cannot act like a gentleman."

Hearing this, Bao Shan's pretty face turned slightly pale. She moved her lips slightly and asked at a loss, "What should I do?"

Shen Yunshan caressed the delicate hand of the treasured fan, guiding it to rest on his waist. His usually calm and composed voice was now tinged with patience. "Only if my cousin is willing to marry me, will what I did to her be considered a gentleman."

Seeing Bao Shan's soft lips slightly parted and her face pale, Shen Yunshan's eyes were cold and deep, "Marrying me would naturally be unfair to my cousin. If she doesn't want to, then I can only go to the Confucian master, admit my mistake, admit that I offended a woman, and ask to leave the academy on my own initiative."

Shen Yunshan turned and left. Having spent so much time at the Shen family, Baoshan knew how important the imperial examination was to Shen Yunshan.

He has studied hard for several years, but now he is leaving the academy. How can Baoshan just watch him?

"Cousin Yunshan..."

Bao Shan called Shen Yunshan to a halt. Her cheeks were flushed, as if she was extremely shy. Her voice was as soft and thin as a mosquito's hum: "I am willing."

The lips were held in his mouth again, and the sound of lips and teeth touching each other made the temperature around Baoshan rise a lot.

She closed her eyes and clearly felt the pair of bony hands, which used her soft hands to untie the belt around Shen Yunshan's waist.

Baoshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes, only to see Shen Yunshan's disciple uniform fall quietly to the ground, leaving only a snow-white inner garment.

It is impolite to come without giving anything in return.

When the precious fan and her dress fluttered down, she could only suppress her shyness and turned her head away, not looking at Shen Yunshan's hands, which usually held books and were now stroking her snow-like skin.

After years of writing with a pen, Shen Yunshan's fingertips have a thin layer of calluses.

Unlike the farmers working in the fields, the thin calluses did not cause pain, only a slight gritty feeling.

Every time it slid across Baoshan's fragile neck, her whole body trembled.

A faint red color appears on the skin that is whiter than snow, just like white frosting with sweet pomegranate juice poured on it, making people's mouths water.

The feeling of emptiness and helplessness around her made the weak Bao Shan feel uneasy, and she subconsciously relied on Shen Yunshan.

Bao Shan wrapped her arms around Shen Yunshan's neck and leaned tightly against his chest.

The precious fan is ignorant and thinks that it can block out the vibrant and colorful spring.

Little did they know that this active approach was like sending a breeze to the faint red Mars.

But in an instant, flames broke out and spread everywhere.

The corners of Baoshan's eyes turned red, her lips slightly opened, and she pleaded softly with Shen Yunshan.

However, Shen Yunshan, who had always been gentle and polite, became extremely difficult to deal with at this time.

No matter how Baoshan softened his voice, in his dark and deep eyes, he could only see the fair skin, which was like layers of waves, swaying slightly.

Shen Yunshan seemed to love Baoshan's lips so much that he kept holding them and refused to let go.

Except when he was worried that the treasure fan was having difficulty breathing, Shen Yunshan would slightly loosen his thin lips to give the treasure fan a moment to breathe.

The rest of the time, he would just peck at it and savor it carefully, as if he regarded the lips of the precious fan as his own property.

Since it is yours, you cannot leave it for a moment, no matter what.

Those weak cries and requests were all muffled by Shen Yunshan's thin lips, leaving only sobbing sounds that did not sound clear.

Placed at the head of Shen Yunshan's bed was a wild flower planted by Baoshan himself. It looked delicate and had white buds.

At this moment, under the gentle touch of the precious fan's soft, pink-tinged feet, the bud quietly opened its petals. The white jade petals were tinged with a bewitching crimson. The flower trembled and swayed, as if stirred by the wind. But the night was extremely quiet; there was no wind or rain in the courtyard.

Perhaps it was another kind of wind and rain that caused the flowers to tremble.

The flower looks like a beauty's face, completely white, except for the delicate pistil, which has a touch of bright red.

Shen Yunshan, hugging the precious fan, must be extremely in love with the appearance of this flower.

If Shen Yunshan could free himself to leave, he would hold this lush white flower in his palm, savor it carefully, and then concentrate on thinking about what kind of flower it is.

But Shen Yunshan was obviously immersed in the warmth and fragrance of the soft jade, and had no time to distract himself and admire the blooming flowers.

After all, no matter how delicate and beautiful a flower is, it can never compare to the beauty in your arms.

White, red, just a small flower, how can it be compared with the precious fan.

Shen Yunshan finally let go of Baoshan's lips. He leaned over Baoshan's ear and exhaled lightly.

Seeing her being controlled by the love between her children made Baoshan's heart pound.

She could hear the trembling in Shen Yunshan's voice, which was caused by her.

There were ripples in Baoshan's eyes, and the red at the corners of her eyes was even more dazzling.

Bao Shan looked at the thin layer of sweat on both sides of Shen Yunshan's straight nose, stood up gently, and kissed Shen Yunshan's jaw lightly.

The soft and slender waist was held tightly, and the color in Shen Yunshan's eyes became deeper.

That night, Feng Wenjing did not return to Xiangjiang Academy because Shen Yunshan had told him to come back after noon the next day.

Feng Wenjing did not suspect anything, after all, Shen Yunshan had his own reasons for doing things.

Thinking of what Baoshan had experienced, Feng Wenjing sighed softly and thought to himself: A woman with a pure nature like Baoshan is most easily deceived by sweet words.

Mr. Xu was an expert in this field, and he must have won Baoshan's heart, making her deeply in love with him.

Now that Xu Langjun's hypocritical face has been exposed, Baoshan must have suffered a great blow.

If Shen Yunshan was there to comfort her, she would be able to recover as soon as possible.

Feng Wenjing returned to his bedroom after noon. The corners of Baoshan's eyes still held a rouge-red hue. His past haggard look had faded somewhat.

Feng Wenjing took a few steps closer, wanting to comfort Baoshan, but he saw that Baoshan's watery eyes trembled slightly, and there was a hint of shyness and weakness between her eyebrows, which made people dare not look closely.

Feng Wenjing's throat moved slightly, and he turned away in embarrassment, wondering what had happened to him. Baoshan was clearly wearing a loose servant's uniform, and even his delicate hair was not combed. Instead, it was simply tied up. But just one look at it made his heart burn.

Feng Wenjing looked flustered and could only look at other objects to ease his mood.

He glanced at the flower plant beside the bed. A white flower had bloomed at some point, and it looked extremely elegant.

Shen Yunshan walked into the bedroom, holding a tray from the dining room. The food on it was not Shen Yunshan's usual food, but a mixture of meat and vegetables, and a bowl of porridge.

Feng Wenjing left in a hurry, leaving only a sentence: "The Confucian Master ordered that we can leave for the capital today."

Shen Yunshan placed the tray on the bedside and handed the meal to Baoshan.

Baoshan held the porcelain bowl but not the soup spoon. Instead, she said with a shy look, "Brother Yunshan, how could you let me wear your disciple's uniform? Fortunately, Master Feng didn't seem to notice."

Baoshan raised his arm slightly, revealing his slender wrist bones.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that the robe on Baoshan's bed was not the servant's uniform she usually wore, but Shen Yunshan's robe with the same blue base and white collar.

Facing Bao Shan's scolding, Shen Yunshan remained calm, his voice slightly lowered, "One of your clothes hasn't dried yet, and the other one... couldn't be worn last night."

When she mentioned last night, Baoshan's cheeks turned slightly red, and she raised the spoon to eat porridge to hide her embarrassment.

Feng Wenjing considered himself a classmate and good friend of Shen Yunshan, so he bought an extremely luxurious carriage that was large enough for several people.

The interior is spacious and has a small table with soft pillows, where you can not only take a nap, but also drink tea and eat some snacks.

Shen Yunshan was not arrogant and was unwilling to ride in Feng Wenjing's carriage. Instead, he went to the capital alone with the treasured fan.

Shen Yunshan was not addicted to pleasure, but Baoshan was different. As a woman, and so delicate, how could she endure a long journey?

When Feng Wenjing suggested going with him, Shen Yunshan agreed without hesitation.

Entering the carriage, Bao Shan exclaimed softly, her eyes slightly brightening: "Mr. Feng, I have never seen a carriage like this..."

Such luxury and comfort are even more comfortable than the dormitories of students in the academy.

Shen Yunshan's eyes were indifferent. He picked up the soft golden pillow and placed it behind Bao Shan's waist. He warned her, "Be careful of back pain."

Bao Shan looked at Shen Yunshan shyly, then sat down beside Shen Yunshan obediently, and the two snuggled together tightly.

Feng Wenjing looked at the two of them and felt that something was strange about them, but if he wanted to tell him what was strange, he didn't know how to point it out.

Although Bao Shan and Shen Yunshan were cousins, this snuggling posture was a bit too close...

But Feng Wenjing thought that Baoshan was weak in nature and had just been deceived by Xu Langjun. She was like a frightened bird and it was natural for her to want to snuggle up to her cousin.

On the way to the capital, Shen Yunshan never put down his books.

Such diligent study made Feng Wenjing, who was about to slack off, perk up and start reading the book.

If Feng Wenjing didn't understand something, he would ask Shen Yunshan.

Shen Yunshan explained in a cold and clear voice. He was clear and logical, and Feng Wenjing understood everything after listening to him.

Bao Shan just leaned against Shen Yunshan, watching Shen Yunshan explain the meaning of the text to Feng Wenjing with tender eyes.

After Shen Yunshan finished speaking, he saw Baoshan looking at him obediently. He looked gently at Feng Wenjing, who was reading a scroll with a frown on his face.

Shen Yunshan covered himself with the scroll in his hand and kissed Baoshan's lips lightly like a dragonfly touching the water.

Seeing Baoshan's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, Shen Yunshan curled the corners of his lips slightly, and felt that all the fatigue in his body disappeared, and he read for another two hours.

The journey to the capital was uneventful. Shen Yunshan was resting in the inn, pouring tea with his precious fan and white hands. Just as he put the tea down, he heard Feng Wenjing's voice.

Feng Wenjing lowered his voice and said, "Yunshan, I heard that someone has already obtained the questions for the imperial examination."

After saying that, Feng Wenjing picked up the tea poured by the treasure fan and drank it all in one gulp. Shen Yunshan then looked at Feng Wenjing.