Chapter 4 Chapter 4 "Then my Lord, will you allow me to sleep with you?"
"General, how about this height?" Chunli was carried by two of his men to stick a red silk wedding character on the door frame.
"General, I think it will look good hanging on the tree." Zuo He hung on the tree, waving red silk in his hands and shouting.
Soon, the main courtyard was covered with red.
When Jasmine heard that the Duke had returned, she ran to the main courtyard without delay.
When Shancha and Jasmine entered the main courtyard, they thought they had walked into the wrong place. After exiting and looking around to confirm that this was the main courtyard, Jasmine walked in cautiously.
"Hello, Auntie!"
The well-trained shouting in unison startled Jasmine again.
It was the Duke who came out and scolded: "What are you doing? Once you are done, please leave."
Upon hearing this, Zuo He and Chun Li called on their brothers to leave.
The Duke looked at Jasmine and asked, "Are you scared?"
Jasmine shook her head: "Knowing that the master is here, this servant is not afraid."
Jasmine looked at the red wedding characters around and asked, "Didn't you say there was still six months left? Why is Master setting it up so quickly?"
After she finished speaking, Jasmine realized that she had been too talkative and hurriedly explained, "I'm just curious, but this red wedding character is very beautiful. The new bride will definitely like it."
"I'm glad you like it." The Duke said, "There's a set of clothes in the bedroom, remember to change into them."
Jasmine looked down at herself. Was her master disgusted by her poorly dressed clothes and that she was embarrassing him?
The clothes she was wearing were also bought for her by the Duke on his way back to Beijing. She chose the most inconspicuous plain colors, and with her plain face, she really looked like a maid.
Jasmine sighed lightly. No wonder she was kicked out last night.
"Thank you for the reward, sir."
The Duke smiled and said, "Go ahead. I'll come find you when you're done changing."
"yes."
There was no one in the main courtyard bedroom. Jasmine pushed the door open and saw two packages on the bed.
She looked around and didn't see anything else, so she walked straight to the bed.
Jasmine touched one of the packages and found it was a long box. The Duke only said that it was clothes for her and didn't mention anything else.
Jasmine then reached for another package. This time it was soft and fluffy, so it must be clothes.
When the package was opened, the eye was met with a glaring red, the same red as the red satin and red wedding characters in the courtyard.
She didn't think much about it just now, but only now she noticed something was wrong.
But Jasmine didn't dare to think too much. She didn't take the skirt, but stood up and walked around the room.
Shancha asked suspiciously, "What are you looking for?"
Jasmine: "I'm afraid I've made a mistake."
Shancha: "But there are only clothes on the bed. You can try them on and see if they fit."
Jasmine couldn't find any other women's clothes. When she returned to the bed, Shancha was annoyed by her dawdling and directly picked up the red dress.
After seeing the pattern on the clothes clearly, Shancha was stunned and finally discovered the trick.
"Is this... a wedding dress?"
Shancha asked in disbelief, "Why would the general send you a wedding dress? You're just a concubine I picked up."
Jasmine shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand either.
Shancha thought of something and said sourly, "You're so lucky. Why isn't it me? I was picked up just like you."
How come Shan Cha is just a maid, and Jasmine is the general's concubine?
What a world! Shancha is obviously much prettier than Jasmine. Most importantly, she is kinder and more sincere than Jasmine!
Shancha secretly cursed the general for his lack of vision.
Even if Shancha was angry, she couldn't tear off her clothes. She had to help Jasmine put on her clothes.
"Put it on quickly, don't keep the general waiting. Take it off quickly."
The red wedding dress fit perfectly, not an inch more or less, and it was obviously tailor-made for her.
Shancha felt even more upset. She wanted to tell the general right away about the concubine.
The Duke waited for a long time, thinking that the bride was shy, so he knocked on the door and asked, "Can I come in?"
Jasmine stared blankly at the figure at the door.
Shan Cha was the one who reacted quickly and went to open the door: "General, my aunt has changed."
Shancha was still very tactful. Although no one chased her away, she looked around and realized that she was very redundant. She squatted down, stepped back, and carefully closed the dormitory door.
The Duke took two steps towards his concubine.
The Duke was also wearing a dark red double-breasted robe today, which matched her red wedding dress very well.
Jasmine watched him walk towards her. He looked like a groom coming to marry his bride.
But she was still unsure: "Is this dress for me?"
The Duke nodded. "It's ready-made in the store. It looks like it will fit you perfectly."
The Duke looked at the clothes in front of him and was very satisfied with the clothes he had chosen.
"Why? I am just an insignificant concubine."
Jasmine asked.
"Why aren't you wearing your hairpin?" The Duke looked at the bed and found another package that was not opened. He walked forward, opened the package, and took out four brocade boxes that were as wide as a palm.
When the brocade box was opened, it turned out to be a set of golden head ornaments.
The Duke held up the brocade box for her to see. "This is a gift from the Imperial Concubine. Since you came in first, it's naturally for you."
The Duke looked around and found that Shancha had left, so he said, "If you don't mind, I'll put it on you."
He carefully put the hairpin on her, and she stared at him carefully.
The Duke's hand was not steady. He knew it, and he was afraid of hurting her, so he looked at her face from time to time.
Sure enough, tears welled up in the concubine's eyes.
The Duke retracted his hand: "Does it hurt?"
Jasmine nodded: "Master, you poked my scalp. It must be bleeding."
The Duke went to pick up her hair. "I didn't see it, can you point it out? Where does it hurt?"
Jasmine pointed to the right, then to the left, tears gathering in her eyes as she slid down her face. "It really hurts."
The Duke couldn't find the wound, and the concubine cried more miserably. He had no choice but to say, "Then don't wear it. Take it off right away."
Jasmine grabbed his hand, sniffed, and said, "It's already on. I want to take a look."
She looks ugly in the mirror!
She was really ugly, with dark circles under her eyes, makeup smudged from crying, and a crooked hairpin on her head. If she walked down the street, everyone would think she was crazy.
But the red wedding dress was so tight-fitting, Jasmine turned her head and put the golden hairpin on her head back on properly. She then took a handkerchief and wiped her face clean.
She smiled at the mirror, feeling a little prettier, and then, with a smile on her face, she turned around and asked the Duke, "Am I still ugly?"
She originally wanted to ask "Does it look good?", but she really didn't have the courage to ask. She would be upset if the man replied "It's average" or "It's okay".
But when she asked “Is she ugly?”, it was different. The Duke couldn’t say she was ugly, so there was only one answer, which was “not ugly”!
She could accept this answer.
"very beautiful."
Jasmine felt her eyes begin to feel hot again.
She had always thought that the Duke must be the kind of man who was not good at saying nice things, but now she knew that she was wrong.
"It turns out that my mouth can also coax people."
The Duke: "It's true. You look really good in red."
Jasmine was unsure and said, "Then I will wear more bright clothes like this in the backyard in the future?"
"good."
"It seems very lively outside?"
She was too excited just now and didn't notice it, and only now did she hear the noise outside.
The Duke: "We have two tables, all of them are our own people. If you're hungry, why don't we have a feast too?"
Jasmine nodded.
After eating and drinking her fill, Jasmine glanced at the Duke and asked, "Master, would you like me to serve you tonight?"
The Duke nodded meaningfully.
Jasmine always felt that there was something wrong with the Duke's expression.
Just as she was wondering what was going on, Jasmine heard the Duke say, "We've just finished our meal, it's too late to rest. Let's sit for a while."
Jasmine wasn't stupid, and she immediately thought of something far away. She rubbed her dark circles and wished she could crawl under the table.
Seeing her shyness, the Duke smiled faintly: "It's a matter of time, no need to be nervous."
An hour later.
The Duke and his concubine washed and dressed themselves before getting into bed. They stared at each other for a moment before the Duke said, "Take off your clothes."
Jasmine suppressed her shyness and began to take off her clothes. She was not unwilling.
She knew this day would come sooner or later. The Duke was better than any other man she had ever met. Not only had he given her a chance at life, he was also giving her a concubine and preparing for their wedding night.
She was very grateful and happy.
When only the last piece of underwear was left, Jasmine's face was about to bleed. She didn't dare look at the side, but she couldn't help but slowly turned her head.
Then I was dumbfounded.
What's the Duke doing? He's lying in bed with his clothes on. Isn't he too hot?
Jasmine had no choice but to follow his lead and lie down as well. The two of them stared at each other for a while.
Jasmine realized belatedly that as a concubine, she must take good care of the Duke. So she reached out from her own quilt into the Duke's.
The Duke shuddered, seemingly taken aback. Jasmine quickly reassured him, "This servant will serve you, sir."
It was very difficult for Jasmine to take off his clothes, mainly because they were both lying down and the man refused to move.
Jasmine worked tirelessly and finally stripped the Duke naked. She also successfully slept in the same bed with the Duke.
Their eyes met again. Jasmine tried to ease the awkwardness by asking, "Why did you prepare two quilts?" She had been confused since she climbed into bed.
The Duke: "You want to sleep with me, don't you? Of course, you have one bed and I have another."
Jasmine asked again: "Master, have you never slept with anyone?"
The Duke: "Of course I have slept with him."
Jasmine nodded. That's what she said. How could it be possible for such a big man?
Then I heard the Duke say, "Brothers are not women, and we won't sleep in the same bed."
Jasmine couldn't believe it and stared at her grandfather for a long time.
It was so long that the Duke thought she was asleep with her eyes open. When he was about to move her to her own bed, Jasmine moved.
"Then will you allow me to sleep in the same bed with you?"
The Duke knew that this day would come eventually, so he nodded.
Jasmine thought that since her master was unfamiliar with the subject, she might as well take the initiative. So her claws began to wander around in the quilt.
The Duke was extremely nervous. He didn't know where she had caught him, and his face flushed red.
Jasmine found it amusing. When she let go, Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief. When she held on tighter, Grandpa blushed and became angry again.
Jasmine tried this five or six times. If she had just met the Duke, Jasmine would not dare to do it, but now.
Jasmine is not afraid of anyone, but not him.
Just as Jasmine was having a great time, she was crushed by a mountain.
She felt a sudden darkness in front of her eyes, and fear filled her eyes. No matter how hard she pushed him away, she couldn't.
“Help…Help!”
The Duke was so startled by her reaction that he forgot to get up from her and went to pat her face: "Jasmine, Jasmine!"
Jasmine shuddered, and the black mist in front of her eyes dissipated. She gradually saw the familiar face of the man in front of her.
"But are you scared? I'm sorry."
The Duke finally reacted and was about to stay away from her, but suddenly a pair of hands hugged his neck.
The Duke was forced to be unable to move.
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