Chapter 56: Don’t Love Others Yun Yang woke up with a start, sat up and looked around...
Yun Yang woke up with a start, sat up and looked around. The white curtains were hanging neatly, and there was only her in the tent, not Xue Yu.
The window paper reflected the lush branches of flowers, and the sky was already bright.
Yun Yang's breathing was unstable, and her porcelain-white face was flushed with mist. Even after waking up, the scene did not disappear, and it lingered in her mind, making her heart palpitate.
Yun Yang sat dejectedly for a while, determined that he couldn't go on like this.
It was because she was young at that time that the boundaries were blurred, which led to her having evil thoughts and also made her brother-in-law, who was as kind as jade, feel reluctant to let her go.
She is getting married, and her brother-in-law, as her closest relative, is reluctant to let her go. It is normal for her to have separation anxiety.
Yun Yang sat up and called Rong'er in to dress up, as he had important things to do today.
Xue Yu, who returned to normal as soon as day broke out, changed into a blue-gray shirt and walked casually on the streets of Shangjing. His wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his posture was as straight as a pine or bamboo. Even in the crowd, his cleanliness was hard to ignore. He walked into a narrow alley and disappeared through a secret door on the side.
It is not convenient to enter the East Factory's "Bai Shi Liu Fang" openly. Xue Yu has a long history with the East Factory's supervisor, and every time they communicate, they go through this secret door.
Yunjia's whereabouts are as hard to find as a stone sinking into the sea, but there is news about the whereabouts of his mother-in-law.
I don’t know when the word “mother-in-law” stopped being so painful to my lips.
Since Xue Yu started looking for Yun Jia, he has spent thousands of taels of silver every month, but the silver was like thrown into the water without any sound, just like the news of Yun Jia, which fell into the sea.
He had never regretted anything so much before. He regretted that he had let Yun Jia go without caring about her.
He didn't know what Yun Yang would think after knowing the truth. Would she blame him for treating marriage as a joke, or would she blame him for letting her elder sister go?
The head of the East Depot had a square face, very fair skin, and little facial hair, which made his specially drawn eyebrows look a little funny. He frowned and said, "Are you still looking? Master Xue, we've been looking for over a year, but there's no news at all, and we've spent a lot of money..."
Xue Yu handed over another stack of banknotes and said, "Please continue searching. Thank you for your help, Lord Governor."
The governor accepted the banknote with a beaming smile, half-closed his eyes, and asked in confusion, "Since you can't find one, why bother forcing it, Lord Xue? Why not find a better bride? Or perhaps Princess An Ning? The princess is about to get married, and she's making a big fuss. Why not Lord Xue...?"
Xue Yu often entered the palace when he was young. Princess An Ning was just a little girl in Xue Yu's eyes. After dressing up, she once pestered him for his comments. Xue Yu pondered for a moment and said, "It's a gap between the old and the new." The princess blushed instantly and was silent for a while. The princess found a way to leave the palace, saw the beauty of the girls from small families, and compared them with the graceful girls in the brothels. She tried to learn how to dress up, but Xue Yu said, "It's neither fish nor fowl."
He always treated the princess as a sister like Xue Jin.
The young man looked a little confused, and suddenly realized that Yun Yang was the same age as the princess. How could he have any bad intentions towards her?
As for Yun Yang, after leaving the house, he was going to return the washed handkerchief to Lu Jie, but when he passed by a tea stall, he was attracted by the storyteller.
Tea stalls have always been places where rumors are exchanged. When Yun Yang first arrived in Shangjing, his understanding of Shangjing was largely due to the contributions of the storytellers at the tea stalls. Later, he got tired of them after listening to them so many times.
Now, storytellers have a new topic to talk about, that is the life of the first-class Jinshi. This life story is mixed with anecdotes from the streets and alleys, and is compiled into a book and told in a leisurely manner.
Yun Yang was mesmerized by what he heard, and he refilled the tea at the tea stall pot after pot.
Lu Jie's search for his mother in the Golden Palace has become a famous story. With the polishing of storytellers, that legendary experience has become vivid.
Yun Yang pursed her lips, and a small flame in her eyes gradually grew bigger and brighter.
Lu Jie is really amazing. He came out of that notoriously barren land. Even though he was educated by great scholars in his original mansion, it did not add much color to his future life. It can be said that it was all due to his persistence, willingness to learn, and hard work that he reached the end of being the third in high school today.
With emotion, I felt even more guilty.
When Lu Jie was struggling to survive, she was doting on him and doing whatever she wanted. When Lu Jie was studying hard and trying to raise money to go to the capital for the imperial examinations and do hard labor for wealthy families, she was tending flowers and plants, making tea and drinking wine.
Yun Yang's eyes flashed with a glittering light, and he covered his face and left.
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then smiled and greeted, "Look, the story of Lu Tanhua has moved that little girl to tears!"
At night, Yun Yang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. When he fell into a drowsy sleep, he always woke up with a start. When he opened his eyes, the dark shadow from last night was no longer there. But he still couldn't fall asleep, and kept waking up, struggling like this until dawn.
There was a light rain in the early morning, and a layer of white mist rose on the surface of the lake. The lotus in the lake was swaying slightly in the mist and rain. Xue Yu went to court early in the morning. His injury had healed completely, and this was the first time he had seen the emperor since he was punished.
Yun Yang wanted to go out, but when he saw two black eye sockets on his eyes in the bronze mirror, he gave up.
"Miss, did you not sleep well last night? I'll bring you some eggs to roll around." Rong'er said.
"Will it be fine if the egg rolls over it?" Yun Yang said.
Rong'er nodded and hurried to get the eggs.
The color of the egg was indeed much lighter after rolling. After Yun Yang finished dressing up, she was about to go out. When Rong'er asked her about it, Yun Yang made up an excuse to get rid of her.
The tea stall where the storyteller is located is still bustling today. Many people are sitting under a row of weeping willows. There are three or four black-sailed boats parked on the river outside the willows, and the boatmen wearing straw raincoats are listening intently.
The storyteller looked her over, twirling his beard and smiling, "Little girl, are you here again?"
Yun Yang hurriedly found a seat and sat down, took out a few taels of silver from his sleeve and gave generous rewards.
He didn't leave until noon, but rested his chin on his hand and thought about the storyteller's description of Lu Tanhua's brilliant journey.
Outside the palace gate, a blue-gray sedan slowly drove into the bustling street and gradually arrived at a crowded place with a huge crowd of people. The inconspicuous tea stall was surrounded by people. A slender hand lifted the curtain of the carriage, and the moon-white wide sleeves were blown by the breeze, swaying slightly.
Yun Yang was listening intently, almost clapping and cheering with the peddlers beside him, when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder.
She turned around impatiently and saw the man behind her. He had a thin and handsome face with a faint smile on his face. His white clothes made him look like the bright moon in the sky.
"Yangyang likes listening to this man's storytelling so much, why not invite him to your house and tell stories specifically for Yangyang." Xue Yu's tone was casual and indifferent. Although he was smiling, his eyes were cold.
Unfortunately, Yun Yang was so immersed in Lu Jie's passionate struggle that she didn't notice. She said happily, "Really? Brother-in-law likes to hear it too?"
Xue Yu smiled and looked at her gently, "I love to hear that. The sun is strong, be careful not to get a tan on Yangyang. Come back home with your brother-in-law."
Yun Yang was still reluctant to leave, her face full of nostalgia for Lu Tanhua's legendary story, and her cheeks were flushed, not knowing whether it was from excitement or sunburn.
Xue Yu gracefully grasped her hand and said gently, "Let's go. Tomorrow, my brother-in-law will invite him to the mansion to tell Yangyang about this. It's hot, and there's some cold tea in the carriage. Yangyang, please go in and cool down."
Yun Yang nodded and obediently followed him into the carriage. There was a low table in the carriage. Sure enough, there was a pot of iced tea in an ice cup on it, and there were also tea cakes next to it.
Xue Yu opened her folding fan, which swayed, bringing a cool breeze. She also used a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat from her forehead bit by bit.
Yun Yang ate a tea fruit in one bite. It was obvious that he had not eaten lunch and was extremely hungry.
Xue Yu opened the car curtain and looked at the tea stall that was getting farther and farther away, with a flash of sadness in his eyes.
The next day, the storyteller really came into the mansion and set up a stall on the corridor outside the gate of Jinxiang Pavilion. The Xue family gave him a lot of silver, and there were beautiful maids serving tea on the side. The scenery of Qinghu Lake was beautiful, the breeze was cool, and the sweet tea went down his throat. It was indescribably comfortable. It was much better than the environment of a tea stall!
The storyteller recited the Xue family history and Xue Yu's life story for the whole night. He spoke so eloquently and spit flew everywhere that he couldn't stop at all.
Yun Yang was stunned. He pulled the storyteller's sleeve and said, "Sir, this is not what you said yesterday."
The storyteller smiled slightly and said, "The master gives a lot of silver, so of course I will listen to him!"
Yun Yang was tired of listening and returned to his own courtyard, where he could still hear the storyteller's endless voice...
Even in his dreams at night, he could see hundreds of years of history of the Xue family. He knew them like the back of his hand, like a shadow puppet show, scene after scene, finally freezing on Xue Yu's half-smile.
You old thief Xue Yu...! Yun Yang roared in frustration in his dream.
The door creaked open, followed by the sound of soft footsteps. The thick mattress sank a bit, and Xue Yu sat down beside the sleeping girl and tucked in the quilt for her.
The wrists exposed were white and slender, and the fingertips were painted with light pink nail polish, which was made from the cloud sandalwood and blue color that she had asked him for not long ago with flower juice.
She is born beautiful, and her smile is even more innocent and beautiful, and she looks good in any color.
A long sigh drifted in the night wind.
Xue Yu held her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. The touch between their fingers was warm and delicate. His heart trembled slightly, and he touched his lips to the back of her hand.
"Lu Jie is so old-fashioned and boring at such a young age, and Yangyang actually likes him?"
His warm, soft lips caressed her fingers as he murmured, "There are so many men in the capital—the Crown Prince, Song Fanghe, Zhang Qian, Lu Jie—who does Yangyang like? She's such a playboy... If that's the case, why can't the one she likes be me?"
She twisted her body restlessly a few times, her eyes moving under her thin eyelids as if she was about to wake up. She rubbed her hand slightly in his palm, and her fingertips vaguely hooked his palm.
Xue Yu's heart was beating fast. He held her hand tightly and did not let go, but placed it on his chest.
What if she woke up now? Just wake up. When she wakes up, he will tell her everything. He is not afraid of scaring her. This bad girl who came out of nowhere and took his heart without any explanation should be scared to be honest. Only by being scared can she know who loves her the most...
When he heard the storyteller talking about Lu Jie during the day, her eyes were full of light, a look of longing and depth that he had never seen before.
The young man leaned over and slowly approached the dreamy girl. His thin lips trembled as he traced her fingertips, kissed the shape of her knuckles, and lingered on the throbbing pulse of her wrist.
There was an unprecedented thirst surging in him. Just kissing her hand was not enough. He wanted to kiss her, bite her, and swallow this disobedient girl into his stomach. Only then could he soothe the pain of unrequited love and his increasingly strong desire for possession.
The girl struggled restlessly on the soft pillow, her brows furrowed, and she muttered something softly.
Xue Yu moved closer anxiously and heard her intermittent voice, "...Lu, Lu Jie..."
I don't know when it started raining. The sky and the earth were covered with darkness. The rain hit the window, and ripples bloomed on the snow-white window paper. The cold wind squeezed in through the window cracks, making people feel very sober.
The dim candle flame was extinguished by the splashing raindrops, and a wisp of white smoke rose from the candlestick.
Xue Yu's eyes and eyebrows were cold as he stared at the girl on the bed. When had she first met Lu Jie? That day behind the stage was definitely not their first meeting... When had it happened? When had Lu Jie become the man of her dreams?
Then why bother pretending to marry Zhang Qian?
It turned out that all his efforts on the Zhang family these days were in vain!
"Yun Yang." He called her name, gnashing his teeth, but his slender hand gently touched her small and delicate chin, "You have never been my wife's sister..."
The young man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes were sad, he lowered his head and kissed her slightly open lips, gently grinding them. With the madness and repression caused by the torture every night, he probed into her pink and warm mouth, his heart beating fast and painfully, and he felt like a gambler waiting for the butcher's knife to fall.
If she woke up, he would tear off the gentlemanly appearance he wore during the day and let her see his true self.
Whether she was angry with him or hated him, he would just let her do as she pleased.
But she was so obedient that she did not wake up as Xue Yu had imagined. Instead, after being kissed until she was unable to breathe, she began to absorb his breath bit by bit.
Gradually, a little sweetness appeared in the bitterness. The young man's hand caressed her cheek, and his slender fingers inserted into her long dark blue hair, clasping her neck, as if afraid that she would run away, and keeping the prey firmly shackled.
The moonlight was hazy and there were charming sounds in the room. The girl closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips, enduring the young man's increasingly uncontrollable entanglement.
"Yunyang, Yangyang..." The young man panted in between kisses, his breath disordered. The bitterness in his heart was gradually soothed by her soft and delicate red lips. He kissed her nose lovingly, "You are mine... Don't love anyone else."
A soft murmur escaped from the throat of the sleeping woman, which could not form a sentence, but was just some meaningless sounds, like a young raccoon cat.
This sound made his breathing become heavier...
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