Gongzhou Concubine
Chapter 6: Gongzhou Concubine
Nothing happened the night after returning home. The next day, Yi Huan saw the man in plain clothes and asked him, "Where is Chao Lanyu? Did you catch him?"
"He said you were unimportant, and he was begging for mercy. I'm going to tell him to get lost."
Peng Zuoyuan set down his teacup and looked up to see her reaction, only to hear her snort coldly. She sat not too far away in a round chair. Her delicate, protruding collarbone was covered by a pink and purple, straight-collared, double-breasted, floral silk jacket. Her simple bun was pinned with a jade hairpin. She wore no makeup, looking fresh and comfortable, and the soft down on her cheeks was visible.
"impossible."
Yi Huan looked at him firmly and corrected him, "Chao Lanyu has saved me several times. If he wanted to abandon me, he wouldn't have cared for me again. I want to see him with my own eyes whether he is dead or alive."
"I have been too lenient with you." She kept referring to Chao Lanyu. Peng Zuoyuan frowned and stared at her unkindly.
Their trust was as strong as a solid wall. She didn't believe anything he said, and even exposed his affair openly.
"You're the one who detained me, forced my friends to death, and suppressed my love. And you say you're too lenient with me? Ha, ha!"
Peng Zuoyao raised his voice angrily and scolded: "You are now in my backyard, and you keep talking about your love, Yi Huan, where do you think I am?"
He was furious, and Yi Huan was even more furious. She retorted, "You don't know how I got here!" She slammed the table and stood up, then challenged him, "Peng Zuoyuan, I've only loved one person in the past seventeen years, and his name is Chao Lanyu. I will never change my mind, or I'll die a miserable death and never be reincarnated!"
"well!"
Peng Zuoyao strode over to her, his anger turning into laughter. He reached out and touched her collar, squeezing out a voice from his throat: "Ah Huan, just wait for me to clean up your mess."
"Who is afraid of whom?"
Chao Lanyu, who was hiding in the mountains, had not been found yet, so Peng Zuogong ordered his troops to return to Gongzhou.
Yi Huan didn't have much to pack, and he didn't bring any servants from the Yizhou mansion. Peng Zuoyuan was lying in a daze, holding a scroll of silk book in his hand and slowly flipping through it. The title of the book accidentally revealed itself, and it was a cheesy supernatural story book.
As they were about to leave the outer city, the captain, who was in the chariot, showed his token to allow them to leave the city smoothly. The captain, dressed as an ordinary servant, knocked on the window and reported: "Master, the sheep has appeared."
"Fight into the city." This meant getting rid of Chao Lanyou in the city. Chang Yi clasped his fists and retreated. He drew his sword from its sheath and rested it on the horse's buttocks.
Peng Zuoyan waved his hand, but his eyes fell on Yi Huan opposite him.
"What?"
She spoke in an angry tone, and her face was not happy. Peng Zuo's eyes dropped as he looked at her. He said frivolously, "I remember that you were wearing the black and red Hezi Tiger Suppressing Five Poisons suit yesterday. The tiger claw was pressing on your right breast?"
He said it word for word. Yi Huan tightened her sleeves, uncomfortably tucked the hem of her skirt around her, and cursed under her breath, "Obscene!"
"ha."
Peng Zuoyang saw that she was trying to avoid him, and heard the sound of iron blades colliding, which was in stark contrast to the tranquility around him. He suddenly felt that it would be nice to be warm and attentive in the current situation.
"Have you heard of a punishment specifically for death row prisoners called 'riding the wooden donkey'? Although I'm not a short wooden stake, I can still let Ah Huan experience it."
Although Yi Huan had never heard of the wooden donkey, he knew from the lustful look on his face that it was not a good thing.
Before her retreating thighs could touch the wooden board behind her, Peng Zuoyan grasped her waist with his left hand and pulled her forward, while his right hand held her moving legs in his arms. The two of them were pressed tightly together, and he could even feel the softness of her chest.
The rubbing on his legs was too intense, and Yi Huan sarcastically said, "Are you horny? Are you an animal? You only think with your lower body."
"I am a bug, aren't you one too?"
Peng Zuoyan laughed to himself, his lips spreading upwards meeting her aggressive lips.
"You put... gag!"
Following her open lips, Peng Zuoyan looked into her wide eyes, paused briefly, placed a hand on her eyelids, and said with a smile: "Ah Huan, don't you have any shame?"
Yi Huan bit his palm with his teeth and spat viciously.
She wiped her lips in disgust and stayed away from him. Peng Zuoyan stood in front of the car and could only see from a distance that two men of similar stature in black were besieging a man in brown.
Chao Lanyu has a calm appearance, with an ordinary and easy-going temperament. He is agile and does not come from a martial arts background. He is very steady, not impulsive and does not curse, and his eyes are looking for something.
She was obscured inside the carriage, and the man who was standing steadily was exposed from his shoulders and neck. Chao Lanyu's expression changed when she saw the bite mark at the corner of his lip.
Caught up with Yi Huan.
Peng Zuodang drew out the crossbow from his Chang Er back, put an arrow on it and aimed at the man in the middle.
Chao Lanyu used the flat of his sword to block the arrows, only to have his side grazed by a long four-pointed sword. He fell to the side, glanced worriedly at the carriage curtains blown open by the wind, and jumped into the river, clutching his bleeding wound.
He ordered the people left in Yizhou to pursue Chao Lanyu closely, while Peng Zuodang bent down to rest.
Peng Zuoyuan didn't even enter the mansion. He ordered Chang Er to bring her into the mansion and settle her down, and then he drove his horse to the military camp with two personal guards.
Compared to the Yizhou Mansion, Yi Huan praised it as a worthy home for Peng Zuoyang. The three-story house offered no view of the other side, and the twenty-five golden pillars at the gate alone were enough to daunt anyone.
As he stepped on the threshold of the house, Yi Huan seemed to see countless withered shadows waving at him, half-smiling and half-smiling. Finally, he stopped timidly and said, "I want to live outside."
"The master wants you to settle in the mansion, Miss Huan, please."
"I can wait for him to come back at the inn. I'll tell him and he'll agree." Yi Huan said this with complete uncertainty, his eyes looking forward with fear again and again.
As soon as the door was closed, she was locked in the deepest part of the inner house.
How could she, alone and weak, fight against the generals of the same continent with only her indomitable spirit? But who could guarantee that she would live her life with hatred forever?
Just because Peng Zuoyan acted on a whim, she had to pay for it. Just because this era revered the monarchy, she had to live like a servile person? No, Yi Huan would not accept that!
The man's body blocked Yi Huan's attempt to retreat. He raised his eyes and met those calm and indifferent eyes. He couldn't help but shed two clear tears.
The man's facial features were long and narrow on his dull face. When his light brown eyes looked down at people, there was a bit more flavor in them.
Chang Er released his grip on her arm, straightened his shoulders, and leaned sideways, watching her tears of fear. He extended his right hand forward as a gesture of invitation and replied in a serious tone, "Miss Huan, the master invites you into the mansion. You can discuss your thoughts after the master returns."
Peng Zuoyan is not just a woman like Yi Huan.
In the general's mansion in Gongzhou, Peng Zuogong has a concubine, a favorite concubine and a noble concubine, and now he has another concubine.
Yi Huan couldn't help but sneer when he heard this. He had so many wives and concubines and he still wanted to rob them. He should be careful about getting sick from promiscuity.
Standing in front of the courtyard and looking up, Yi Huan looked at the beautiful scenery in the courtyard with indifference. The rose vines climbing up the wall were full of pink and white flowers, emitting a fluorescent glow under the sun.
No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't be more depressing than a cage. Staring at the plaque with a copper base, Yi Huan said with disgust, "I don't like the word 'li luo'."
I don't like the current situation even more.
"Separation and falling are not good omen." Peng Zuoyuan came over with his hands behind his back, and said cheerfully, "Ah Huan, tell me, what character do you like? I can write a plaque for you myself."
Yi Huan glanced sideways and raised his head, silently thinking about what he was thinking, and then lowered his eyes dimly.
"Have you thought of a word? Ah Huan, my calligraphy will definitely add color to your appearance."
There was no response from her for a long time. Peng Zuoyan lowered his eyes and saw her small and straight nose and her round earlobes with a few black hairs scattered on them, which made his throat itch.
The tender feeling from last time is gradually forgotten, but it continues tonight.
Avoiding his hand, Yi Huan said "whatever" and walked into the yard.
On the day the lotus leaf plaque was replaced, Yu Xin urged Yi Huan to come out and take a look. Standing behind him, he lowered his brows and said, "The general studied under Mr. Tang Yong. His brushwork is known for its bold yet vigorous, tenacious yet unyielding style. He once displayed his talent at a banquet in the capital and was rewarded by the emperor."
"Isn't he a military commander?"
"The general is the eldest son of the Peng family in Chang'an. He is talented in literature and even more skilled in martial arts."
Yi Huan suddenly turned his head and asked with a non-threatening smile: "You want to climb into his bed?"
Yu Xin maintained her respectful demeanor and spoke calmly, "I am your master's slave. Whether I am your slave or concubine is entirely up to your grace. You are your concubine, and I say this because I want you to understand the general better."
"You don't have yourself..."
Seeing Yu Xin's submissive attitude, Yi Huan swallowed her thoughts on ideological education. Just as she insisted, Yu Xin grew up in the general's mansion, Peng Zuoyuan was her master, and she was just a servant.
That evening, Peng Zuoyuan came again, drank a cup of tea, and pointed at the courtyard gate and asked, "Have you seen it? I will name it Changyuan and give you the character Chang."
"I can't read, so I don't know how to appreciate."
He lied again. Peng Zuogong softened his tone and taught her, "Ah Huan, the master has given you a plaque, you must greet it respectfully with a smile."
"I want it? I begged for it?" Yi Huan smiled, his eyes devoid of smile as he cursed, "You shameless scumbag."
Peng Zuoyang groaned softly and stood up. He took a few short steps to her and his knees firmly touched hers. He bent over and pressed down, one hand on the edge of the table and the other hand forcing her neck up.
Feeling her heartbeat quicken suddenly, Peng Zuoyan curled his eyes: "A Huan, are you nervous?"
"Nonsense... your life is being fucking controlled by someone, so why don't you breathe faster and your heartbeat quicken!"
Although he didn't understand the meaning of two or three words in her words, Peng Zuoyan laughed at her frankness.
His eager lips fell to her chin, and Peng Zuoyan spoke closely, jokingly saying, "But I think you seem to be more nervous in your stomach."
"You're nervous..."
His lips were blocked while he was cursing. Yi Huan pressed his hands on his half-loose collarbone, and his ten fingers, painted with Impatiens flowers, drew hard across Jiao Jin's chest, leaving a red mark.
Since she refused to appreciate calligraphy, Peng Zuoyuan ordered her to practice writing. The open window filled the room with the sticky smell of sexual intercourse. Yi Huan, feeling irritated, sat in the wooden pavilion for a long while without any intention of putting pen to paper.
Yu Xin stood still, watching the sun begin to set, and reminded her, "Auntie, the master asked you to copy the calligraphy, but word came from the military camp that the master must return home tonight."
Yi Huan leaned against the column and turned his head, looking as if he was not bothered by what he saw.
She was not trying to flatter Peng Zuoyan. Plucking hair from a tiger's head made her feel more comfortable.
"If you care, you write it."
Yu Xin lowered her head, not daring to continue the conversation. "This is the masters' business, and I dare not intrude on your authority."
whispering sound.
Yi Huan's tone was light and ironic, "Maybe if you write it, your master will treat you differently, and you won't have to climb into bed with him anymore."
"Yuxin is a servant, I dare not seek special attention from my master."
Yu Xin didn't hear what she said, so she looked up. The summer breeze blew open her robe, making the hair around her ears flutter aimlessly. Her figure was not too thin, so she would not do such tricks to attract people's pity. Just looking at her displeasure was something she had never seen in her life.
Thinking of the noise the two made when they were on guard last night, Yu Xin slightly shifted her gaze. Perhaps cursing was also a kind of spirit.
"I listened to Sister Huan's chanting all night last night. General, you're such a jerk! You have no sympathy for me at all. In this scorching heat, you're still asking me to write."
Yi Huan listened to the sound and looked over. The light yellow clothes made the visitor's skin look more delicate, and two blushes appeared on her little face as bright as a delicate flower. In addition to the head maid who was helping her, there was also a maid who was fanning her to cool her down.
Mianchun sat down gracefully and ordered people to serve him in an arrogant manner.
Yi Huan looked to the side with a questioning look in his eyes. Yu Xin came closer and said, "This is Aunt Chun."
Yu Xin and the others greeted her. Mian Chun glanced at her with a hint of oppression, "Sister, have you gone crazy from the heat? You don't even know how to talk to people when you see them."
"I did curse, but Peng Zuoyan isn't that capable."
Mianchun shyly avoided his gaze and said, "How dare you talk about this in broad daylight? You really have no sense of shame."
"Oh?" Yi Huan leaned against the wall without moving, feeling a little sorry that Mian Chunbai had a pure appearance but acted like a jealous woman.
"Didn't you say I screamed all night long? Now you're not happy after I explained. What? Are you jealous of my good voice?"
Listening to these words sounded more like a protest, Mian Chun frowned and warned: "Don't be complacent. Compared to the favor you received every night when you first came, you are not even a hair away from Xu Yuan."
"Oh, I see. You are Miss Kite's dog. Your master didn't come, so the dog came here to bark first. Haha."
"you!"
Mian Chun stood up angrily, pointed at Yi Huan who was sitting, and said, using her status to bully him: "You are new to the mansion and don't know the rules. As your elder sister, I am here to teach you the rules."
Yi Huanjing saw her striding towards her with her arms trying to attack, then glanced at Yu Xin who didn't move. She suddenly stood up and slapped Mian Chun hard on the right cheek.
"As a concubine, are you noble? Sister? And what are you?"
From the first-person perspective, Yi Huan saw Mianchun's wide-open eyes, rubbed his sore palm with a smile, and avoided the dangerous position at the edge of the pavilion.
"You dare to hit me? Congju! Teach this bitch a lesson for me." Mianchun covered his face and stepped back, staring at Yi Huan with resentful eyes who had nothing to do with him.
But relying on the general's momentary enthusiasm, he dared to humiliate her like this. Yi Huan, just wait for me.
The young maid, whose clothes were lighter in color than Mianchun's, did not move immediately. She exchanged glances with Yuxin and said, "Auntie, Miss Chun is the master's new concubine. If you take action, I'm afraid you will be blamed."
Seeing that Mianchun was timid, Yuxin continued, "Miss Chun, you two should talk things over nicely. No one will get away with making trouble in front of the master."
"Hmph, just wait, you'll be in trouble sooner or later."
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