Chapter 72
Luo Yan was curious about why he always seemed to appear at the right time.
She could understand the word "quickly." The aftereffect of losing and regaining someone was an extreme lack of security. Whenever the two were separated, Zhu Yun's only thought was to get back to her side as quickly as possible.
But the cave is hidden in a secluded location, and you have your own navigation system. So how did Zhu Yun manage to find his way here so accurately?
However, now is not the time to ask.
She tried to pull her hand back, but Cui Wuyang seemed to be slow to react due to poisoning and did not release her force.
The man's fingers were clearly defined, also gleaming with a jade-white hue. However, the skin tones of different people vary, and this combination, when applied to Luo Yan, created a layered and striking effect.
What struck Zhu Yun as particularly piercing, as if needles were pricking his pupils. Luo Yan inwardly groaned, but on the surface, she wore a gentle smile and carefully began, "The nannies have served you, young master, for many years with unwavering loyalty. I do not wish to trouble them, nor do I want you to be burdened by the trivial matters of the manor. Qingfeng Courtyard is your residence..."
Zhu Yun, annoyed by her nagging, moved his burning palm, which had been resting on her lower abdomen, slightly upwards. To his delight, Luo Yan wore an expression that was a mixture of shame and anger, completely forgetting about Tuo Yun. She slapped away the man's claws, "In broad daylight, you, you really are..."
It was rare to see Luo Yan so angry; her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes sparkled, making her incredibly adorable. Zhu Yun was immediately captivated, pressing against her buttocks, and said in a serious tone, "It's already dark; I think it's time."
He moved his palm, which was covering Luo Yan's abdomen, upwards, cupped her ears, pressed her against his chest, and at the same time drew his sword and slashed at Cui Wuyang's forearm.
Cui Wuyang released his grip in time, and the sword blade missed its target, striking the edge of the stone bed heavily and scattering sparks.
After lunch, Luo Yan felt drowsy and leaned against the couch for a short nap. Before she could fall asleep, she heard Xiangming's voice coming from the corridor: "Understood, thank you, Brother Maoyuan."
Immediately afterwards, Xiangming entered the room with a happy expression and said to Luo Yan, "Master, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight. Young Master asked you to wait for him at the door. Perhaps he will take you out for a walk."
"Really?" About ten years ago, Luo Yan, who had just finished the college entrance examination, went out to celebrate with her classmates. She was hit by a flowerpot falling from a high place. When she opened her eyes again, she woke up in the body of a girl with the same name.
She originally wanted to make a name for herself with her 21st-century knowledge, but her father was an alcoholic and her mother was a gambler. Before Luo Yan could recover, they sold her to a human trafficker.
Luo Yan was a beauty from a young age, more serene than ordinary children, with eyes like grape seeds. At that time, Lord Wang was intending to cultivate "skinny horses" to pave the way for his official career, and Luo Yan was selected and taken into his suburban mansion.
No longer needing to endure the elements, she quickly accepted her new situation. With her long-cherished wish fulfilled, she felt as if invisible shackles had been ripped off, and even breathing became easier.
Yu Rui was filled with envy and embroidered a light gauze mandarin duck bodice for Luo Yan, saying, "Now that you are of good birth, you only need to capture the young master's heart, and you will be rich and noble in the future, and you will no longer have to suffer in vain."
Ancient and modern times are different, so Luo Yan naturally couldn't express what she was thinking. She smiled and accepted the gift, then asked, "Do you really like Scholar Yang? But I've read in storybooks that if a man is ever promoted to a high rank, the first thing he does is to kill his wife who has shared his hardships."
“How can you take a storybook seriously?” Yu Rui said shyly. “My family is all in Jinzhou, so I don’t want to marry far away. After hearing this, Brother Yang said that he would no longer dream of passing the imperial examinations, but would open a private school where he would teach me and I would do embroidery, and we would live a simple and peaceful life.”
Luo Yan smiled and said, "Since you have made your decision, I will not say anything more. Take these two things and may you be free from illness and disaster, and enjoy health and happiness from now on."
Upon closer inspection, Yu Rui saw several silver ingots and a contract of indenture. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked out, "Yan Yan..."
Moreover, learning music, chess, calligraphy, painting, court etiquette, and serving dignitaries—how could any of that be more tiring than the early mornings and late nights of senior year? And how could it possibly be more difficult than physics and mathematics?
Thus, Luo Yan was like a sponge, learning everything she was taught, just waiting for the day when the opportunity would come so she could fly over the high walls.
Unfortunately, Jinzhou is located in a remote area and it is not common for important figures to visit. In addition, Luo Yan is now in the prime of her youth. If she misses tonight, she may really be taken into Lord Wang's harem.
She added two strokes to the outer corners of her eyes, giving them a touch of allure, but she didn't want to be too flashy and waste her sisters' chance to stand out.
With everything prepared, Luo Yan crouched down and went back to her room. She first took a leisurely nap, and then left the courtyard right on time.
The burly bodyguards were all transferred to the front hall, allowing her unimpeded access. She hid behind the sharp stone adorned with rare treasures.
Maids carrying exquisite fruits streamed through the archway, their movements light and graceful, carrying a lingering fragrance. Judging by their well-trained manner, one might mistake them for members of a prominent family in the capital.
Luo Yan glanced down at her colorful clothes, which were prone to snagging, and then looked unwillingly at the white wall covered with green tiles. The thought of running away flashed through her mind, but was quickly suppressed.
According to the laws of the Great Ling Dynasty, "You..." She was both ashamed and angry, and the words almost slipped out, but she wisely withdrew them after meeting Zhu Yun's cold, star-like eyes.
Zhu Yun sneered: "What about me?"
As he spoke, he struck again, and Luo Yan let out a helpless groan.
With red eyes, she reached for Zhu Yun's hand with a pitiful expression, like a frightened rabbit: "Young Master, it hurts."
"Then it will hurt."
Zhu Yun threw her onto the bed and then unbuckled his belt.
Luo Yan tried to turn over, but he ruthlessly pressed her down, forcing her to bury her face in the quilt, and she felt panicked.
Fortunately, Zhu Yun still retained his rationality and only began his intrusion after confirming that she had completely lost her menstrual flow.
"Young Master." Luo Yan turned her head with difficulty, revealing a vulnerable expression, "Let me first smell if you have picked up any other people's perfume or fragrance on you."
Her feigned jealousy pleased Zhu Yun, whose ruthlessness gradually subsided. He let Luo Yan get up and pounce on her, sniffing her front.
Seeing her meticulously checking every inch, Zhu Yun's anger subsided considerably, and she chuckled softly, "Do you think I'm that picky?"
Luo Yan kissed the corner of his lips and said in a deep voice, "Young Master is so mighty, naturally there will be many people who will follow in his footsteps. Besides, isn't Yan Yan also a servant? If you want to find fault, it's not my place to complain."
These words were truly outrageous, but Zhu Yun's lips were sealed by hers, and his life was in her hands, so he held her waist and kissed her deeply.
Once she was out of breath, Zhu Yun stepped back slightly: "You've reminded me. Tomorrow, have Cang Shu take back your indenture and change your status back to free."
Luo Yan looked at him in disbelief: "Is this really true?"
This was the first time Zhu Yun had ever seen her so happy. He sucked hard on her swollen lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Really?"
"Yanyan likes Young Master the most."
"oh?"
He massaged it gently, saying, "Prove it to me."
Luo Yan put aside her shyness, leaned over the brocade quilt, and grabbed her bra to cover her blushing face.
Zhu Yun clearly heard the sound of a string breaking in his mind. He swallowed a few times, and the coldness in his eyes turned into a raging fire, wanting to burn himself and Luo Yan to ashes.
Runaway slaves who are caught should be beaten to death in the street.
Well, she only came to observe the guests' appearances to find a suitable replacement. Her requirements weren't high: no baldness, no pregnant belly, and no being over forty. That would be fine.
In any case, it's better to go to Lord Wang, who has a mouthful of black teeth.
After peering around for a while, Luo Yan felt a soreness in her feet, which were not used to walking. Disappointed, she withdrew her eyes, kicked a pebble on the roadside indignantly, and headed home.
Little did she know that her kick, delivered in a fit of rage, contained immense power, causing the pebble to lose its direction and hurtle straight towards the elegantly dressed young man under the shade of the tree.
The servant, dressed in black, struck down with the hilt of his sword and asked his master, "Young master, should we bring this woman back?"
“It’s alright.” Yu Rui looked at her helplessly. “I used to only learn needlework and how to please noble people. Now I can’t even serve you as well as Miss Xiangming. I really don’t know what to do in the future.”
"Don't be afraid. The reason I asked this is because you will be leaving in a little over a month. If you are looking for a place to settle down, it would be better for you to choose than for us to do so. If you have no intention of getting married, you can stay with me for a long time."
Yu Rui's throat tightened: "Yan Yan, how fortunate I am to have met you."
Luo Yan smiled and shook her head, Tao Hong's face appearing before her eyes. Back in the county magistrate's mansion, Tao Hong had often shielded her from punishment. Although they were not related, they were sometimes closer than family.
"By the way, Yu Rui, did you ever see Tao Hong again?"
“No,” Yu Rui said. “But I heard that Lord Zhou also has many wives and concubines in the capital. If that’s the case, he will probably bring Sister Tao Hong with him.”
“Is that so…” Luo Yan said softly.
The young man, referred to as "Young Master," was not yet twenty. He was tall and handsome, but his aura was extraordinary, and his eyes held a bright arrogance, so ordinary people did not dare to look at him closely.
His gaze swept over Luo Yan's clothes as she disappeared behind the sharp rocks, and he parted his thin lips slightly, with a hint of confusion: "This is not a residence, so why are there any women here?"
Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across the attendant's face.
"explain."
The attendant, forcing a smile, explained, "I suspect it's a skinny horse that Wang Caifu keeps specifically."
The young man understood; no wonder the woman was so young, and her clothes were of the finest quality, yet she had suddenly appeared in the area where guests were received. He showed little interest, clasped his hands slightly in front of him, and strode towards the main hall.
Her sleepy eyes instantly cleared, and Luo Yan jumped up, opened the closet door, and asked, "What do you think I should wear?"
Xiangming arranged an elegant cloud-patterned crepe dress for her, the whole dress being a very light water-green color, with a newly embroidered gold flower bud on the bodice, and a few silk flowers in the shape of rain butterflies in her hair, making her look lively and beautiful.
Looking at the beauty in the mirror, Luo Yan raised an eyebrow, a hint of cunning in her eyes: "Xiang Ming, so you like Miracle Yan Yan?"
Xiangming, naturally unable to understand, followed them out of the courtyard in confusion. Yu Rui and Xiangye were pruning the flower branches when they saw this, and Luo Yan invited them, "Come with me, I'll go with you."
In particular, Yu Rui had been thinking about this all night, and during the day she went to Luo Yan, saying she wanted to ask her to find a suitable husband for her in Jinzhou. He didn't need to be exceptionally talented or wealthy, as long as he didn't mind that Yu Rui wasn't a virgin and that he was of noble character.
Luo Yan considered using Zhu Yun's connections to get to know him better, and once a deal was reached, she would help Yu Rui change her status back to that of a good person.
Because it was their first "date," Luo Yan was in a great mood, a faint smile playing on her lips, her almond-shaped eyes slightly upturned, looking breathtakingly beautiful.
Zhu Yun sat on his horse, glanced at her expressionlessly, and nodded: "Let's go."
Luo Yan was alone inside the spacious carriage. She couldn't help but lift the curtain and look at Zhu Yun, who was dressed in a black outfit with gold patterns.
He was already handsome, and this aloof expression, devoid of any effeminate features, perfectly captured the youthful spirit and vigor of a young man. His clothes clung to his body, revealing broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and below, two long, muscular legs…
Luo Yan swallowed hard, thinking to herself that if she were a mountain bandit king, she would definitely kidnap him and make him her husband.
Perhaps it was because her gaze was too intense, but Zhu Yun felt a prickling sensation in her back and glared at her warningly.
Luo Yan pretended not to understand, her gaze sweeping over his throat, meandering down, and finally settling on his lower abdomen.
Zhu Yun felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, and he reined in his horse in displeasure, walking towards her: "What do you want to say?"
"Young Master," Luo Yan said softly, "would you like to ride in the carriage with me?"
"not good."
He's a grown man; what kind of behavior is it to have a horse and not ride it, but instead squeeze into a carriage with a woman? Zhu Yun's face turned cold, finally realizing that he had spoiled her too much, and he rebuked her, "Don't pester me."
Having spent many days with Zhu Yun, Luo Yan knew he valued his pride and wasn't truly angry. She said regretfully, "Never mind, I'm just thinking that you'll be returning to the capital in the future, and every day we meet will be one less."
After speaking, she wiped away non-existent tears and sadly lowered the carriage curtain.
The boy looked up at her and smiled, then extended his tongue and licked her with utmost tenderness.
He was a skilled kisser and knew Luo Yan's preferences better than she did, pleasing her almost effortlessly.
Zhu Yun grabbed her waist as she tried to escape, pulling her closer to him, his voice filled with intoxication: "Only I am worthy to treat you like this, only me..."
A strong sense of emptiness welled up in Luo Yan's heart.
She needed him, wanted to be filled by his gaze and his love, so full that her love was forced to overflow.
Noticing that she was at the height of her emotional agitation, Zhu Yun straightened up, preparing to move to another spot, but Luo Yan suddenly said, "Your injury."
Zhu Yun thought to himself that the injury was on his shoulder, and that he could do things while standing.
But Luo Yan had already propped herself up and said shyly, "Let me do it today."
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