Chapter 97 Completion (1) [VIP]

After hugging and kissing for a while, he reluctantly let go and replied hoarsely, "I can't figure it out. I just want to have Qing Luo a few more times..."

She saw Jing stroking the gentleman's face again. Although he was talking about serious matters, his words were intermittent and he was very shy.

"If Your Majesty... Your Majesty is truly on guard, the day of the birthday banquet will be... that's when the Master and I will walk into the trap."

"Qingluo, pay attention." Qu Hanjin said in a deep voice, with a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint in his tone.

"Sir, I really can't handle this..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she responded aggrievedly, her sobs barely audible. "I... but I barely escaped death. How could you..."

“Woo…”

Afterwards, only soft humming mixed with whispers remained, breaking up the conversation between the two.

After several times of lovemaking and deep longing, the spring atmosphere permeates the soft tent.

The shadows in the tent were entangled and affectionate, swaying slowly with the candlelight beside the couch. A ray of moonlight remained, covering the rippling spring water.

She couldn't really recall how much time had passed, but she remembered that the sky was about to break, and it seemed to be the first quarter of the morning. She quietly waited for her husband's embrace, savoring the moment that had just passed.

He didn't fall asleep either. He held her gently in his arms between the quilts, his kisses lingering on her delicate skin, as if skillfully soothing her thoughts.

The gentleman has always been meticulous, paying attention to every detail in everything he does, including the pleasures he seeks in bed.

But the more delicate he was, the more she felt her desire was aroused by him...

The fire in her heart was not extinguished yet, and she felt that she was not satisfied yet. She still wanted to continue to linger with the man beside her until dawn.

"Someone must have leaked the news recently, which is why Your Majesty has taken such action," Chu Qingluo spoke slowly, referring to Emperor Xuanlong's suspicions. Her phoenix eyes revealed a hint of solemnity. "It seems that neither Yang Lian nor Xue Chen can be trusted. They should not be kept for long."

The elegant figure beside her continued to kiss her, locking her tightly in his arms, and soft kisses fell on her black hair: "Fortunately, His Majesty's suspicions have dissipated. At least he won't test us again before the birthday banquet."

The kiss made her feel itchy and she shrank back, asking curiously, "Sir... were you really scared to tears by His Majesty?"

The kiss suddenly stopped. Qu Han wanted to say something but hesitated. Qing Yan felt embarrassed and said, "Don't mention this anymore. I just couldn't help myself."

She couldn't help but laugh, and seeing his fierce eyes, she quickly buried her head in the quilt, her delicate body trembling slightly, and she couldn't help but laugh for a while.

She didn't know what the gentleman was feeling at the moment. When she got out of bed, she saw that his face was gloomy and he was staring at her.

"Are you sleepy, sir?" Chu Qingluo raised her eyes and smiled, asking the gentleman who, in her eyes, had no manners at all.

"Not sleepy."

The anger on his face had not dissipated yet, and he seemed to be sulking, but nothing could be done about him.

Although his face was solemn, Qu Hanjin still did not let go, but hugged the beauty even tighter.

This delicate beauty blinked lightly and asked a question with a profound meaning: "Do you want to... come again?"

He was stunned when he heard the words. He knew what she meant. His brows knitted slightly and he asked with a hint of meaning, "Can you... still bear it?"

"After surviving a disaster, I can't care about anything else."

Chu Qingluo suddenly came very close and offered her red lips. Her lips lingered in the gentleman's breath, disturbing him.

However, how could he withstand such temptation? The beauty in his arms had a flushed face and soft lips that were so tempting that he could plunder her again and again.

He suddenly turned over and fell into the warm and fragrant tent with her again.

She didn't remember clearly how long the noise lasted that night, but she felt that with her husband by her side, she could sleep well every night and her sweet dreams were all pleasant and satisfying.

Time flies, days and months pass by like a shuttle. Nearly a month has passed in this side hall, she listened quietly to her husband's speculations about the current political situation.

A few days later, she heard Ning Zhu come to report on the military training, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day before Emperor Xuanlong's birthday.

The atmosphere of separation and the joy of completing their studies and leaving the Siyue Mansion were everywhere.

In the main hall of the academy, a graceful and aloof figure stood in the hall with a dignified posture, looking down at every student below. The usual solemnity also became a little gentler.

The girls in the piano room sat upright, knowing that this piano lesson would be Mr. Qu's last.

Qu Hanjin was the same as when they first met, standing with his hands down, his face bright and clear. He said softly, "During these few months at the Music Bureau, I believe you have all learned a lot about the qin. Learning the qin still requires self-awareness, willingness, and perseverance."

"From today on, you have already started your apprenticeship." His stern brows finally relaxed slightly, and he continued calmly, "I am very pleased to have students like you."

After a moment's silence, he continued, his eyes filled with unspeakable emotions: "After His Majesty's birthday banquet tomorrow, you can return home after completing your studies. Your teacher wishes you great success, and that you will one day be able to play world-class music and become famous throughout the world."

Once tomorrow passes, it will mean that I will never see my teacher again, and it will also be difficult to meet so many classmates again.

Miss Xu suddenly stood up, tears in her eyes, and asked the question that puzzled many students: "Can we still come back to visit the teacher?"

"Once you leave this Music Bureau, you are not allowed to enter again," he said in a cold voice. "This is the rule of the bureau."

Still feeling unwilling, Xu Anyao pursed her lips and thought, "I really want to see you, sir, so what?"

"Master, everything will be fine. There's no need. I told everyone not to come back to visit me. We will be strangers from now on.

"In the future, you will meet all kinds of people. They are just like me, the teacher, passing by. There is no need to worry about them."

"If you live your life happily and comfortably, I will have no regrets as your teacher." He stood in front of the desk and chatted and laughed calmly. He waved his sleeves leisurely and ended the piano lesson.

"Practice the song a few more times."

The students dispersed one after another, and the hall was empty, with only a few people left.

A clear and elegant figure beside the desk was tidying up the stacked books, thinking that it was time to prepare for the next batch of students' lessons.

Suddenly, a pretty figure walked to the side of the table and stopped.

Qu Hanjin raised his head and saw Meng Yatou standing awkwardly in front of him.

"Sir..." After a long pause, Meng Ying'er cautiously pointed to a pen and asked timidly yet eagerly, "Can I have that ink pen?"

He looked up when he heard the words and saw that the girl was pointing to the ink pen he usually used.

He wanted to make excuses to refuse, but the pretty figure in front of him was extremely expectant, and there were even tears in her almond-shaped eyes. He hesitated for a moment and picked up the brush.

"Students have liked it for a long time, they really like it..."

Meng Ying'er murmured softly, her eyes fixed on the pen, not once looking at him: "Now that I have graduated, I want to... want to take it with me."

It seemed that if he looked at her for a moment longer, this pretty girl would burst into tears and lose face in front of the gentleman.

"The world is full of flowers, so don't dwell on a single orchid."

Qu Hanjin calmly handed over the brush, speaking gently and solemnly, "Master, I wish you to emulate the mighty pines and cypresses, their perseverance and fearlessness... but not my own flaws."

What Mr. Qu said was undoubtedly referring to the past when he had indulged in romantic thoughts with Qing Luosheng without the knowledge of the mansion, which had ruined his character and moral conduct as a gentleman.

Meng Ying'er, however, had already become indifferent. She smiled faintly and shook her head, "Sir, you and Qingluo are so compatible. I couldn't believe it at first and kept to myself for quite a while. But then I realized that since it was Sir's wish, I should be happy for him."

"Besides, the lady you love is my best friend. I have been judging Qingluo by my own standards." The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, her gaze clear, and she spoke slowly to the gentleman.

But I can't tell whether it is the Tao that is heard by the master, or the Tao that is heard by someone else through the air.

"Sir, could you please tell Qingluo that I stopped blaming her several months ago?" A smile appeared on Meng Ying'er's brows. She thought for a moment and then smiled.

"Like flowers and leaves, they share the spring breeze year after year."

He nodded in understanding, as if agreeing to the girl's request: "I will pass on every word."

Hearing the master's agreement, Meng Ying'er was extremely happy. She took the ink brush and bowed respectfully, then left the main hall without any regrets. "It is a great honor for me to have Master Qu teach me the art of zither. It's a long journey, Master. Take care."

Seeing the maid getting the master's ink and brush and leaving, the remaining women rushed forward and surrounded the master completely.

Song Yan looked around, then looked at the inkstone on the table. Fearing that it might be snatched away by someone else, she asked first, "Meng girl can get the master's ink brush, but can I have the master's inkstone?"

"And me, what I want is the paperweight that you used to use," Mu Wanxian pointed to a corner of the table with a shy look on her face, as if she had been thinking about it for a long time. "The workmanship is so exquisite, I can tell it was made by you at first glance."

In response to the students' earnest requests, Qu Han remained silent for a few moments, but still delivered the items one by one personally.

After the gifts were given away, the desk was empty, with only a few books left. He could no longer give away anything.

After tidying up the books, he looked around calmly again and saw a girl walking towards him, hesitantly stretching out her hands.

The girl was at a loss with a purse in her hand, and spoke anxiously, "Since you all asked for something else from the gentleman, I will give him a sachet."

Seeing the situation was slowing down, Qu Hanjin quickly waved his sleeves and politely declined, "Master, you can accept the rest of the things, but I really cannot accept this sachet."

"Master, you have Miss Chu as your companion, how can you still need your sachet!" Mu Wanxian couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed the girl's sleeve and retreated out of the hall. "Let's go, go and practice your music. If you make a mistake at the birthday banquet, Master will not recognize you as his student."

After his reminder, the woman came to her senses and immediately left the piano room: "You are right. There is one part of the piano piece that I need to practice a few more times..."

The hall was silent, with only Miss Xu left. He held the book in his hand, wanting to hear what she would say next.

Xu Anyao did not come closer, but just looked at him silently. After a long while, he said a few words softly: "Sir, I..."

"All the gifts have been given away. I have nothing else to give."

He spread his hands quietly, meaning that he really had nothing else to give her. His answer was quite cold, and he was unwilling to get close to this Miss Xu anymore.