Chapter 17 Awakening... His palm pressed against his lower abdomen and slowly moved downwards, the sound...
Even before Shen Changfeng burst into the pavilion, Steward Shen had caught a glimpse of Shen Chali crouching beneath the beauty. He knew Shen Changfeng's concern had distracted him, suggesting a misunderstanding. When he finally heard Lin Meizhu's indifferent voice, Steward Shen's heart tightened. The Crown Prince had gone to such lengths to find someone, and the Crown Princess, far from appreciating the favor, had practically said, "Never mind your intervention." The Crown Prince was so arrogant; how could he tolerate such humiliation?
Chief Steward Shen was afraid that the young couple would start arguing again, so he quickly walked into the pavilion and added two words at the right time: "A false alarm! A false alarm! It turns out that the Crown Prince's wife has returned home. Crown Prince, look at the people you sent..."
"Summon him back to the palace." Shen Changfeng's voice returned to a steady state, his face showing no emotion. "Everyone accompanying me today will be fined three months' salary... Chen Yue has been negligent in his duties, so go and receive fifty military canes."
When Manager Shen saw that he was not angry, the heavy stone in his heart slowly fell.
Chen Yue stepped forward and kowtowed: "Thank you for your grace, Prince!"
Lin Meizhu had treated patients who had been beaten with sticks before. Even a martial artist with strong muscles and bones would need to rest for half a month after receiving fifty sticks before being able to leave bed. From the conversation between the several people, she guessed that her absence without saying goodbye had implicated the servants in the mansion. Feeling guilty, she hurriedly said, "It has nothing to do with them. I returned home beforehand..."
When she looked at him again, his eyes were serious, and Lin Meiju's voice gradually became softer.
Shen Changfeng's tone was unyielding: "This incident should teach you a lesson. Your words and actions will affect others at any time. So, if you don't want to implicate innocent people, don't disappear for no reason!"
Lin Meizhu knew that he would not care about her thoughts. She held her breath in her heart, and any more words were stuck in her throat. She lowered her head and said, "The prince's teachings are true, and I will keep them in mind."
Shen Changfeng waved his hand: "Let's all go."
After most of the people had left, Shen Changfeng exhaled a breath of foul air, and suddenly paused, saying: "Why don't you get out?"
Shen Chali, who had been squatting under the beauty and trying to pretend to be air, slowly stood up and poked his fingers. Under Shen Changfeng's scrutinizing gaze, he broke out in a cold sweat unconsciously and took out a handkerchief to wipe it.
Shen Changfeng had never seen such a handkerchief before and asked, "Who gave it to you?"
Shen Chali racked his brains but never thought that Shen Changfeng would ask this question. He glanced at the handkerchief and said, "Ah, it was given to me by my sister-in-law just now."
"Why?"
Shen Chali scratched his head, "Ah? Maybe it's because we have a good relationship?"
Shen Changfeng sneered, feeling that the question he had just asked was too strange. Forget about a handkerchief, as long as he wanted it, there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.
Seeing that he hadn't noticed the painting, Shen Chali boldly climbed over the railing and asked, "Brother, is your hand injured too?"
Shen Changfeng: "Hmm?"
Chen Chali: "Your hands were shaking just now? I saw it when I was carrying my sister-in-law down."
Shen Changfeng stopped, turned around, and slapped him with his backhand.
Shen Chali was stunned and touched his face blankly: "Why did you hit me?"
Shen Changfeng: "There are mosquitoes." Then he showed him his palm, "Is it shaking?"
Shen Chali shook his head: "Where are the mosquitoes?"
Shen Changfeng: "You didn't see one this big? Don't read so many books, you'll damage your eyes."
Chen Chali rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked at the ground, and murmured: "Really? Am I dazzled?"
In Hibiscus Garden.
Qing'er turned into the corridor and heard faint sobbing and wailing sounds from afar. She looked at the fallen and twisted branches and leaves on the ground and couldn't help but curl her lips.
The bloated figure kneeling in front of the courtyard heard someone coming. A look of joy appeared on his plump face, and he shouted, "Qing'er, please help me pass the message. I want to see the girl!"
As they walked, Qing'er said, "Madam Sun, you are always considerate of the young lady. Please don't make things difficult for her."
Because Nanny Sun took the initiative to bring those dirty things into Furong Garden, Lin Meiju confiscated Nanny Sun's inner courtyard sign and sent her to the outer courtyard to do work.
Nanny Sun knelt outside for most of the day, unable to see Lin Meizhu. Her cheeks were sunburned, her lips were chapped, and her throat was dry and cracked. She couldn't help but blame Lin Meizhu: If she had been smarter, why would Shen Changfeng be so angry? Wasn't she asking for it to be forced to recite obscene songs and lyrics? Besides, such things were at most boudoir pleasures, how could they be called humiliation? After all, even a small official like Lin Qianzu had his fair share of private affairs. Speaking of which, Lin Meizhu should be grateful to herself. After all, Shen Changfeng stayed at Furong Garden!
Nanny Sun retorted, "Young lady, you have a bad temper! How can such a small matter be worth making such a fuss? I am her wet nurse, and everything I do is for her own good..."
Qing'er said, "Madam Sun, if you say that again, you'll seem like you're taking advantage of your age."
When Nanny Sun heard that Qing'er not only had no intention of helping but was even making sarcastic remarks, her pea-sized eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light, and she slapped the flower branches beside her, causing them to shake violently: "Young lady brought only a few people with her. If I'm not there, will things get out of hand? Just wait, you'll regret it sooner or later..."
Qing'er glanced at Nanny Sun. She was plump and fair, with a rosy face and smooth, plump hands. She was clearly pampered on a daily basis. She made it sound like she was working so hard, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Nanny Sun, that green crabapple tree you have is fifty taels a piece. I'll put it on the bill later."
She stepped over the threshold, the bamboo curtain swayed slightly, and the noisy cicada chirping instantly became quieter.
The breeze in the house brought the fragrance of green bamboo and the sweet scent after the mist, which swept away Qing'er's boredom.
The rustling of clothes could be heard from behind the screen. Qing'er whispered, "Miss, the medicine from the pharmacy is ready."
A soft and calm voice came: "Just leave it there."
Qing'er knew that Lin Meizhu was used to bathing and changing on her own, so she didn't rush in. She glanced at the person behind the screen and said, "I heard that the prince knew that the young lady had abdominal pain during her period, so he specially called a doctor. It seems he didn't mention it to him either. It seems that the prince is also very considerate."
The figure slowed down the process of tying his belt.
Qing'er continued, "You don't know how angry the prince was when he heard you were missing. Chen Yue was right next to me at the time, and he kicked him in the heart, causing him to spit out a lot of blood. I was terrified... I think the prince still seems to be very concerned about you."
The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the screen, and the six-fold landscape painting is rendered with a light gold powder. The lake surface is shimmering, and it seems as if it will flow in the next moment.
The plump and well-proportioned figure slowly lowered her head, her bun piled high, and her slender neck cast a graceful silhouette. A few strands of black hair hung down, swaying in the wind.
"girl?"
After a few moments of silence, Lin Meizhu seemed to come back to her senses and said, "The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. Go to the west storehouse and get another sum of New Year's money as a reward for everyone. Just distribute it according to the usual practice of the mansion. As for Chen Yue, there's also money for the medicine. I remember the pharmacy has some rhinoceros horn powder left from the last time they prepared the medicine. Send it over as well."
Qing'er sighed softly, thinking to herself, who wouldn't love such a master? Whether in the Lin Mansion or the Wang Mansion, Lin Meizhu was always kind and friendly to everyone. No wonder she won the favor of everyone in the palace after only a few days.
The servants accompanying him on this trip had their salaries fined. Those few taels of silver might seem like a pittance to the wealthy, but for the commoner, it would have been several months' worth of expenses. Lin Meizhu had simply used the festival as a pretext to compensate them for their losses. Masters punishing servants was commonplace, but Qing'er had never encountered such compassion as Lin Meizhu.
But in this palace, the favor of that person is the most important. Qing'er said thoughtfully, "The prince was just chatting with someone in the study, and the meal hasn't been served yet. Do you think we should go and invite him?"
Lin Meizhu said, "No need."
Qing'er sighed secretly after hearing her straightforward answer.
"Did you bring the things?"
Qing'er pulled a small porcelain jar from her sleeve, handed it forward, and whispered, "Miss, how about... I help you?"
"I can do it myself, you go out."
Following Lin Meizhu's instructions, Qing'er asked Doctor Yang for musk ointment. She had been with Lin Meizhu for some time and knew the ointment had the ability to relieve pain and promote tissue regeneration. Recalling the sudden sound of dripping water late in the night, Qing'er had a few guesses. But she was inexperienced, and the guidance from her former nurse had been vague, so she couldn't quite grasp why Lin Meizhu had been injured.
Looking up, I saw the silhouette with its back to the screen, its clothes half-pulled down to its waist. It was taking the ointment with its fingertips and applying it somewhere in front of its body.
Qing'er's face gradually turned red and she hurriedly retreated.
She was sweating, and the wounds on her body were itchy and painful, as if she had been bitten by yellow ants, but she couldn't scratch them. Lin Meiju looked at the red and purple bite marks, and the anger in her heart became more and more stuffy.
Suddenly, a large shadow was cast behind her. Lin Meizhu thought it was Qing'er, but when she turned around, she met Shen Changfeng's deep and cold eyes.
After a moment of silence, Lin Meizhu lifted the clothes on her shoulders, but was interrupted by him: "Just do it."
Lin Meizhu ignored him and put her clothes in order before saying, "It's done."
Shen Changfeng slowly approached and reached out to take the small round porcelain jar from her hand, "It's not on your back yet... I'll help you."
The knot of her dress, tied hastily, came undone with a flick of his fingertips. He pushed aside the hazy, thin white gauze, grasped her trembling breasts, and touched her soft, jade-like back.
Lin Meiju couldn't help but let out a soft hiss due to the dual stimulation of coolness and warmth.
"pain?"
Lin Meizhu thought angrily: What nonsense! How can it not hurt to be bitten by a dog like this?
Another voice floated over my head: "Where does it hurt?" It hurt everywhere. My shoulders, back, and chest were aching, my abdomen was a dull ache, and my head was throbbing like it had been in the sun for half a day. Where?
She held her breath and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Really?" He pressed his palm against the hollow of her waist, which matched the purple and mottled fingerprints perfectly. Not surprisingly, he heard her suppress her words.
She was quite small next to him, so he carried her to the ebony low table on the flat couch, so that their eyes were at eye level and he could see the ravaged mountains more clearly.
Perhaps because the sun was too strong, the cluster of lychees drooped from the branch, lifeless. Even the bright, plump red shells were scarred, revealing the thieves' ruthlessness.
Shen Changfeng had an embarrassed look on his face. He really didn't know why he used so much force at that time. Maybe it was because he was angry, or maybe he lost his temper for a moment.
Although they had almost finished watching everything they wanted to see last night, at least the candlelight was dim then, but now it was bright and clear, and the sound of breathing was almost indistinguishable, and from time to time they could hear voices and footsteps outside. Lin Meizhu's heart was in turmoil, thinking about the open window behind her, always worried that some reckless person would accidentally walk in.
Feeling the skin under his fingertips trembling more and more violently, Shen Changfeng remained calm and looked down. The woman was holding the edge of the table with one hand slightly curled up, and her face was slightly turned away from his sight. Her ears were red and a thin layer of sweat had seeped out of her temples.
Shen Changfeng's palm pressed against her lower abdomen and slowly moved down. His voice was a little hoarse, "Are you clean?"
Lin Meizhu's body suddenly stiffened, disbelief flashing in her eyes. "Still coming?!" He clearly knew she was unwell, so what did he think of her? A tool to vent his anger?
She was so angry that she laughed, and snorted coldly: "Sir, it's okay if your body is not clean."
"You know, I know many ways."
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