Mo Xuan sat upright in front of the dressing table, her pale face reflected in the bronze mirror.
Last night she dreamed of the tragic scene in the Ten Thousand Spider Valley again, and when she woke up she found her pillow was soaked with tears.
There was a soft knock on the door, and she took a deep breath and spoke.
"Come in."
The door hinges creaked slightly as they turned, and the Second Prince Zhao Lingyu stepped in.
Behind him followed a woman holding a small mahogany box.
"Miss Mo, this is Miss Lianxing from Misty Rain Tower," Zhao Lingyu said, stepping aside to introduce her. "From today on, she will be responsible for teaching you the necessary skills."
Mo Xuan looked at the person who came. Lian Xing was about twenty years old, taller than the average woman. She was wearing a lilac silk skirt with a moon-white gauze dress on the outside.
She had her hair styled in a fashionable snake bun, with only a silver hairpin in her hair. Her makeup was so elegant that she didn't look like a prostitute.
The most striking thing is her eyes, which are as clear as autumn water, yet bottomless.
"Meet the noble man."
Lian Xing bowed and saluted, her voice as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate, with a hint of just the right softness.
Mo Xuan noticed the curve of her neck when she saluted. It was neither overly flattering nor disrespectful. It was obviously the result of thousands of times of practice.
She subconsciously straightened her back, but didn't know how to respond to such courtesy, so she could only nod stiffly.
A smile flashed in Zhao Lingyu's eyes: "Miss Lianxing is one of the four most beautiful women in Yanyu Tower. With her guidance, Miss Mo will definitely be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort."
"Your Highness, you are too kind. These are just some little tricks to please men."
Lian Xing lowered her head slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes.
Mo Xuan's fingers unconsciously twisted around her sleeves. Now she had to learn these ways of the world of romance. If her clan members knew...
"Then I won't bother you two anymore."
Zhao Lingyu looked at Mo Xuan meaningfully, then walked out of the room.
The door closed gently, and the room suddenly fell into a subtle silence.
Mo Xuan could hear her own heartbeat, getting heavier and heavier, like a bird trapped in a cage.
Lian Xing placed the small mahogany box on the round table, and the copper lock buckle made a crisp sound when it clicked.
"Don't be nervous, my lord." Lian Xing opened the box and took out several items wrapped in silk cloth. "We'll take our time."
Mo Xuan stared at the objects of unknown shapes, his throat tightening.
She suddenly remembered the first time she learned to spin silk and weave a web as a child. At that time, the old poisonous spider lady also said to her so gently, "Take your time."
Now things have changed, and she actually has to learn these things.
"As for musical instruments, I only know how to play the flute." Mo Xuan suddenly spoke, his voice dry as if it hadn't been touched by water for a long time. "What do we need to learn first?"
Lian Xing paused while organizing things, then chuckled.
"Your Excellency has misunderstood. Today we will first learn to sit on paper."
"Sitting on paper?" Mo Xuan didn't react for a moment.
Lian Xing did not explain immediately, but took out six pearls the size of night pearls from the box and lined them up beside the bed.
Those pearls were crystal clear all over, but there was a colorful halo flowing inside, which was as beautiful as if it contained the morning glow.
"Please move aside, sir." Lian Xing made an inviting gesture.
Mo Xuan walked over hesitantly and watched Lian Xing spread a cushion on the pearl and then placed a stack of neatly cut paper money on the cushion.
The paper was bluish-white in color, with a faint blue glow at the edges, and it was obviously not an ordinary thing.
"This is?"
"North Sea shark silk paper, soaked in a special medicinal solution." Lian Xing stroked the paper with her fingertips. "It becomes soft when heated, and becomes stiff again when cooled. It's perfect for practice."
Before Mo Xuan understood what it meant, she saw Lian Xing turn around gracefully and sit gently on the pile of paper money.
Her waist suddenly began to sway like a willow branch in the spring breeze. The movement was not large, but it had a peculiar rhythm.
one two three……
Mo Xuan counted unconsciously, and she noticed that the edge of the paper began to tremble slightly.
By the tenth time, Lian Xing had already stood up, and the stack of paper money had spread out evenly like a peacock spreading its tail, forming a perfect round paper fan.
"This is the sitting paper."
Lian Xing picked up the paper fan and shook it gently, and the fan made a pleasant rustling sound.
"If you can master it within fifteen strokes, you are considered to have mastered it."
Mo Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted under her veil. She had been practicing the art of controlling spider silk since she was young and had a talent for fine manipulation, but she had never imagined that the human body could be controlled to such an extent.
Every gap in the paper fan was as even as if it had been measured, which even her most dexterous spider legs might not be able to achieve.
"What's the point of learning this?"
Her voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of doubt.
Lian Xing explained.
"Once you have mastered this technique, you will be able to take the initiative, moving at your own pace, making men unable to stop."
Hearing this, Mo Xuan suddenly understood the profound meaning of this training.
This is not only a skill to please people, but also an absolute control over every inch of muscle in the body.
The thought of approaching the enemy who had wiped out her clan in this way made her stomach churn with nausea, but it was suppressed by an even stronger hatred.
"Would you like to try it?"
Lian Xing had already spread the paper money again and made an inviting gesture.
Mo Xuan's face burned, but when she thought of the piles of corpses of her tribesmen in the Ten Thousand Spider Valley, she had no reason to hesitate.
"good."
The word was almost squeezed out from between teeth.
As Mo Xuan walked towards the cushion, her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
The moment she sat down, the hard touch of the orb made all her muscles tense.
"Relax." Lian Xing's voice suddenly came close to my ears. "Imagine that you are plucking the strings of a guitar with your body."
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