Chapter 85◇
He fled, she chased, he had no way to escape.
The roar didn't frighten Duan Jingchuan much, but it made everyone in the crowd sit up straight, wishing they could bury their eyes in the ground and not dare to look in that direction even a little bit. They also desperately wished they had super hearing so they could hear the commotion over there.
Feng Ran was truly furious this time. She never expected that the shy young man who usually blushed easily would try to trick her like a delicate flower.
She thought about what she had just said. It seemed she had said everything she was usually coaxed into saying in bed. She had just won a chance to fight back that morning, but what happened? She had just lost everything again. How could she not be angry!
Back at the manor, it was easy to coax Madam when she was angry; all he had to do was hold her in his arms and let her have her way with his hands and words. But here in the middle of nowhere, in front of everyone, Duan Jingchuan could never bring himself to be affectionate with Madam; holding her hand was already his limit.
This time, Feng Ran was clearly furious. Even though Duan Jingchuan was a hundred times more gentle and virtuous than usual, she didn't have any sparkle in her eyes. She even pushed away the meat that was being fed to her without any mercy. Her eyes were like knives, as if she wanted to skin him alive.
Hmm, it seems the more he tries to coax her, the angrier she gets. Duan Jingchuan wasn't in a hurry. He smiled and, seeing that he couldn't coax her, he simply gave up. Since no one was there to remove the fish bones for her, she did it herself. After removing them, she slowly put the fish bones in her mouth and savored them, occasionally showing a look of intoxication, as if she were eating some rare delicacy.
Feng Ran was thinking of staying angry for a while so that Duan Jingchuan would also cede territory to her, but after only a couple of coaxing words, he stopped coaxing her. How could this be!
Seeing him eating with such gusto, completely oblivious to her feelings, she became even angrier.
She stomped her foot fiercely, but it didn't attract the other party's attention at all. Furious, she picked up the knife she used to kill fish and started hacking wildly at the tender green vines that had just sprouted by the roadside. Chop after chop, the vines soon fell down in a flurry.
Duan Jingchuan's shoulders twitched. Was this knife meant to strike him? What should he do?
Forget it, I'm not good with words and can't coax her. I'd better eat my fill first and then try. So he calmly finished the fish in front of him, thinking to himself that he usually only saw his wife pretending to amuse him like this. Now that he was imitating her, he felt that it was actually not bad. It was time to let his wife experience his helplessness.
Feng Ran stopped chopping after a short while, then plucked a bunch of flowers and grasses from all over the mountain and started weaving something by the roadside. Her hands moved quickly as she wove, and she kept glancing at Duan Jingchuan with a lewd smile on her face.
A sense of crisis crept up his spine again. Duan Jingchuan finished eating and didn't ask Feng Ran what she was doing. Instead, he sat not far away and watched quietly.
The onlookers had only one thought in their minds: their young master had really changed. He was actually pretending to be pitiful to coax the princess? He didn't even try to appease her after angering her. Did he want to sleep in the study tonight?
Oh no, they can only sleep in tents when they're traveling. The young master is indeed cunning, taking advantage of the fact that the princess has no reason to kick him out of the room so he can do whatever he wants.
Feng Ran worked for a long time, and the object she was weaving gradually took shape. Duan Jingchuan could see some clues. It looked like a piece of clothing that could be worn, but she also wove a pot. What did that mean?
Feng Ran didn't keep him in doubt for long. She quickly tied the last knot, her mouth wide open in a grin. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Duan Jingchuan, and she said softly as if nothing had happened, "Husband, this is something I prepared especially for you. Do you like it?"
Hearing that this was specially prepared for him, Duan Jingchuan became interested. He strolled over, picked up the one that looked like clothes, and almost burst out laughing when he took a closer look.
While Feng Ran was weaving, she had woven the back very tightly, which seemed to show her care. However, the front was only decorated with a few intersecting willow branches. Was there not enough wild grass? Most likely, the lady was tired and wanted to slack off. Although he was somewhat puzzled, he didn't think of anything else and simply assumed that the lady's skills were not up to par.
Feng Ran looked at Duan Jingchuan with ill intent as he held her meticulously modified version of the alluring and seductive erotic toy, her mind filled with fantasies about what he would look like wearing it.
The scene she imagined was so captivating that Feng Ran felt something rushing to her head, threatening to drip down her nose. She quickly wiped away imaginary drool, a wolf-like smile on her face, and said, "Husband, this is what you'll wear tonight~"
What? Duan Jingchuan's hand trembled, and he almost tore his wife's hard work to shreds.
He re-examined the tattered clothes in his hand with a premonition, and imagined where the holes were. Suddenly, his anger split in two, one rising and the other rushing down, making his whole body red, hot and swollen.
Feng Ran loved her husband's cute appearance. She turned around and took the pot out of Duan Jingchuan's mouth, saying sweetly, "This is a hat made especially for you, husband. Do you want to try it on?" With that, she pretended to put the green straw hat on Duan Jingchuan's head.
Duan Jingchuan wasn't about to let her get away with it. Forgetting all about being shy, he took off running with the same energy he had during his morning exercise.
Feng Ran wasn't going to give way either. Grabbing the little willow whip and the green pot and straw hat, she turned and chased after her, calling out as she went, "Wait for me! I'm catching up with you!"
After saying that, he didn't forget to flick his little willow whip, which struck the ground with a cracking sound.
Duan Jingchuan stumbled, only then realizing that he was still holding the ripped clothes in his hand. His fingers tightened, and he wanted to throw them away, but after thinking it over, he realized that this was his wife's hard work. If he threw it away, the little whip might really fall on him. So he continued running down the mountain with the ripped clothes in his hand.
He now had only one thought: to run as far away as possible, so that even if the lady whipped him, he wouldn't lose too much face.
As for what Feng Ran was shouting behind him, he silently recited in his heart: Do not listen to what is improper, do not listen to what is improper, and do not listen even if it is polite.
Unexpectedly, Duan Jingchuan ran so fast that they quickly widened the gap between them. Feng Ran, with her short legs, struggled and shouted, "You little brat, if I can't catch you, I'm not Feng!"
"You weren't originally surnamed Feng!" This was the collective cry of the bystanders.
The two quickly ran away, leaving behind a group of petrified people, their faces contorted in disbelief, their worldviews likely shattered.
Fang Yuan, who didn't know much about Duan Jingchuan and his wife, finally regained his composure after a long while, and earnestly asked with his wandering soul, "Are the two masters usually like this... like this childish?" That wasn't what he wanted to say, but it was too embarrassing to say, so he had to change his words.
Xiong Qi and Xiu'er exchanged a glance. Yes, they absolutely could not smear their master's image. They turned their heads at the same time and said in unison, "Yes, that's right, that's exactly it!"
What is a master's image? Is there any more? Based on their understanding of the Crown Princess, once she tasted success with this one act of fooling around, she would repeat it countless times in the future; their Crown Prince's image would have long since vanished. As for the Crown Princess, did she even care about an image? What is an image anyway? It's not like food.
The only thing the two were worried about was that the small willow whip in the Crown Princess's hand looked quite powerful. If it really struck the Crown Prince, there was no doctor among them!
They were almost at the foot of the mountain when Duan Jingchuan glanced back and saw that the group of people were completely hidden by the trees. He breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down, and turned around to let his wife whip him a couple of times to vent her anger.
Feng Ran did not follow Duan Jingchuan after he stopped; the two were about six or seven steps apart at this point.
She stood with her hands on her hips, panting, and said, "Husband, have you accepted being cuckolded?"
Duan Jingchuan shook his head decisively, his eyes sweeping over the small whip.
No, he didn't accept it; he could accept the little whip.
This is because Duan Jingchuan is inexperienced and unaware that the whip has other uses; otherwise, he would not be so righteous at this moment.
Feng Ran curled her lips into a smile, gripped the small whip, and approached Duan Jingchuan step by step.
Those slow steps felt like they were treading on his heart. He struggled to suppress the urge to back away, squeezing the ripped clothes in his hands until they were deformed.
As Feng Ran walked forward, she kept looking him up and down, her penetrating gaze leaving him nowhere to hide.
At this moment, he felt as if he had already put on that garment that shamed him, allowing the person in front of him to play with him.
Suddenly, Feng Ran's eyes sharpened, and she rushed towards Duan Jingchuan in two strides. Before Duan Jingchuan could react, Feng Ran had already firmly protected him behind her, gripping her whip with murderous intent, glaring into the depths of the forest.
Duan Jingchuan also noticed something was wrong and tried to pull Feng Ran behind him, but Feng Ran held onto his belt tightly with one hand, preventing him from moving.
He had no choice but to look ahead, and saw five or six pairs of eerie blue eyes emerging from the woods, filled with danger. The beast seemed to be two meters long, with its black and gray fur standing on end, and its face appeared to be covered by a black and white ghost mask. Its four paws were strong and powerful, clearly a wolf.
Duan Jingchuan's heart skipped a beat. How could he let Feng Ran stand in his way again? Ignoring the pain he might cause Feng Ran, he pried open the hand that was binding his waist and forcefully pulled Feng Ran behind him.
Feng Ran seemed to know what he was doing. She simply held one of his arms and stood beside him. Even if she wasn't standing in front of him, she wouldn't stand behind him for protection either.
The six wolves opposite seemed to be assessing whether the two people posed a threat, and did not reveal their full bodies. After a moment, they howled to the sky.
Duan Jingchuan felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips. Wolves are social animals; was that howl a call to their companions? He couldn't panic; if he showed any fear, the wolves might pounce on him.
Upon hearing the wolf's howl, Xiong Qi did a somersault to his feet, shouting, "Wolves! Be alert!"
The usually jovial and unserious members of the convoy, now disciplined and well-trained, drew bows and arrows from their carriages and moved forward swiftly in fives. The five at the front, upon seeing Duan Jingchuan and Feng Ran, judged a safe distance and refrained from advancing. They lay prone, nocked their arrows, and waited for the wolf to make a move so they could fire an arrow to ensure the two's safety.
The remaining people continued forward, and within a few breaths, they had surrounded Feng Ran and her companion.
Fang Yuan and Huang Que, who were hiding far behind, frowned deeply. Huang Que couldn't help but worry, "Will my sister and brother-in-law be alright?"
Fang Yuan sighed, "This is the heir of the Marquis of Dingbei's mansion, and he's with the Marquis of Dingbei's mansion's soldiers. How could a few mere beasts be in danger?"
A note from the author:
I'm wondering if the willow whip is any good.
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