Chapter 83: I beg the Patriarch to teach me.
In March, the weather is gradually warming up. Although there are occasional days of fluctuating temperatures, it is generally getting warmer day by day.
Although Li Yue'er and the others hadn't completely changed into their spring clothes, they had already taken off the padded jackets worn next to their inner garments, and only wore a thick outer garment to ward off the chill in the mornings and evenings.
Li Yue'er's fingers could nimbly touch the thin inner garment on the mistress's body, gently caressing the mistress's waist. The mistress could then loosen her belt and pull her blouse out from under her skirt.
Without the jacket blocking her way, the mistress skillfully untied the belt of her inner garment, her warm palms touching her cool skin, sliding down to her waist, and feeling the thin belt.
Today, Li Yue'er wasn't wearing a one-piece strapless top that could be easily pulled off. She was wearing a light pink bellyband with two thin straps, one tied behind her neck and the other around her waist.
Li Yue'er sat sideways in her mistress's lap, smiling as she looked up at her mistress.
When the mistress noticed that she was wearing a bodice, she pursed her lips slightly and lifted her eyelashes to look at her.
It seems they felt her outfit was inconvenient and bothering her.
Li Yue'er pretended not to see it, and asked in bewilderment, "How come I didn't see how happy you were?"
Qu Rong twirled the smooth ribbon between her fingers, let out a soft chuckle upon hearing this, and glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.
She's not like Li Yue'er, who would go limp and melt in her palm after just a couple of touches.
Although the mistress didn't speak, Li Yue'er understood the subtle mockery in her breathy tone, "..."
Li Yue'er was unconvinced. She slowly crumpled the mistress's inner garment in her palm and carefully observed the mistress's expression.
The mistress still had that cold face, her eyes looking at people with indifference and aloofness. When she lowered her eyes and didn't smile, she just seemed unapproachable. But once she raised her eyebrows and looked up with a mocking smile, her face was full of contempt and disdain, which was very infuriating.
The stewards outside had recently been disciplined by the mistress and were terrified of her, but Li Yue'er was not afraid of her at all.
Not only was he not afraid, but he also gently traced the mistress's eyebrows and eyes with the tip of his index finger, and touched the small red beauty mark at the corner of the mistress's eye with the pad of his finger.
Her movements were gentle, and the mistress stopped tugging at her ties, quietly lowering her long eyelashes, letting her flirtatious behavior continue.
The mistress always enjoyed her initiative.
Li Yue'er kissed her lips on her mistress's forehead, following the kiss from her eyebrows to the beauty mark under her eye. She smelled the refreshing moisture and the faint fragrance of cold plum blossoms, and knew that her mistress had washed her hands and face after returning home, washing away the dust she had brought from outside before coming to the study to find her.
Li Yue'er said softly, "Master."
The mistress looked up at her, her voice a soft hum, a rare display of tenderness.
A sly glint appeared in Li Yue'er's eyes as she gently massaged her mistress's waist with her palm, saying, "Your waist is so weak."
Qu Rong, "..."
Qu Rong raised her hand and gently patted Li Yue'er's lower back, then pulled her hand out from inside Li Yue'er's clothes, indicating that Li Yue'er should face her.
Li Yue'er deliberately misinterpreted her meaning. After getting up from her lap, she gathered her inner garment with one hand and lifted her skirt with the other, about to step around the desk. "There's still a lot of things to do."
She glanced at the mistress out of the corner of her eye.
The mistress sat silently, leaning slightly back in her chair. She appeared calm and relaxed, seemingly indifferent to her departure or stay, except for the fact that she was still clutching the hem of her skirt in her palm.
Li Yue'er gently tugged twice, but couldn't pull it back. She blinked and looked back.
Sitting still, she exuded the imposing aura of an experienced patriarch; clutching her skirt tightly, she displayed the stubbornness and pride that belied her youthful desires.
Their eyes met in mid-air. Li Yue'er bit her lip and smiled teasingly, while the mistress slowly lowered her eyelashes and turned her face away.
Even though her ears turned red, Qu Rong didn't let go. Instead, she pursed her lips and used a little force to pull Li Yue'er back into her arms.
She insisted on teasing herself like this, becoming increasingly arrogant.
Qu Rong wrapped her arms around Li Yue'er's waist and bit her lips, using a bit of force as a form of punishment. When Li Yue'er cried out in pain, tears welled up in her eyes, and she let go softly, gently licking the spot she had bitten, offering silent comfort.
Li Yue'er returned the kiss, from light to deep.
In the heat of the moment, Li Yue'er knelt in the armchair with her back to the desk, her skirt lifted up, the front of her skirt piled up in the mistress's arms, and the back skirt covered her ankles and rested on the mistress's knees.
She wrapped her arms around her mistress's shoulders, letting her mistress place her hands back on her lower back. With a gentle tug on the thin strap wrapped around her slender index finger, her arms loosened, as if she had been freed from restraints, and she bounced twice happily like a rabbit.
The study was so quiet that Li Yue'er could hear her own muffled groans and barely suppressed trembling.
The mistress gently massaged her lower back with her palms, causing her to become weak and unsteady on her knees. She braced herself with her hands on the mistress's shoulders, and could see the embroidered bodice covering the mistress's head when she looked down.
Li Yue'er, "..."
She could even feel the texture of her mistress's tongue with her eyes closed.
It sips its juices, swirling high in circles before rolling up and spitting it out.
Li Yue'er's cheeks flushed crimson, her body throbbing with heat. Her fingers lightly pinched the fabric of her mistress's shoulder. "The yamen... why hasn't the yamen sent the household registration back yet?"
The mistress, "..."
The mistress gripped her waist and gently bit her, as if scolding her for thinking about other things at a time like this.
Li Yue'er clutched the mistress's clothes tightly, "Then, then I won't say anything more."
A tingling sensation builds up layer upon layer on the scalp and hair roots; the waist and legs feel soft, but the abdomen feels taut.
Li Yue'er couldn't resist cupping her mistress's face in her hands, pulling her out of her embrace, and lowering her head to give her a deep kiss.
The mistress's palm naturally fell down and rested on her leg.
Like admiring a piece of soft jade, sliding it up and down, gently kneading, grasping, and stroking it.
Today she was wearing a light pinkish-white dress, while the mistress wore a bamboo-green outer robe with wide sleeves turned up, revealing a narrow-sleeved silver-white inner robe underneath.
At this moment, the light pink against the pale blue-white background looks like a flower bud blooming on a pear tree branch in the yard.
As the wind blows and the breaths of the air rustle, the leaves tremble and open, blossoming on the green branches.
The mistress looked up at her and suddenly smiled faintly.
Li Yue'er looked down at her, her cheeks unusually red, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, "?"
The mistress slowly fiddled with it, saying, "Don't you have a lot of things to do?"
Li Yue'er, "..."
That's what she's saying now!
Why didn't she wait until she was taller to say that!
At this moment, when she was struggling to breathe, she brought up such a discouraging thing!
The mistress was clearly retaliating against her on purpose, her manner childish and wicked. She held her waist and said slowly and deliberately, "Go ahead and go."
She kept saying she'd let her go, but her actions only made her more aggressive, as if if Li Yue'er dared to lift her skirt and get off her legs, she could keep Li Yue'er pinned down in this study from dusk till dawn.
Li Yue'er's heart tightened and her breath trembled. She lowered her head and bit her earlobe.
The mistress was extremely ticklish. Although she didn't show it, her body would tense up and her eyelashes would tremble every time I kissed her there.
Li Yue'er cupped the mistress's face in her hands, gently brushing her temples against the mistress's temples, her cheeks brushing against the mistress's hair, and then pulled her into her arms.
.
A moment later, she fell back into her mistress's arms, resting on her shoulder, eyes downcast, panting.
Li Yue'er's long eyelashes were wet, clumped together in strands. Although her crying wasn't loud, she looked pitiful.
She's the one who talks nonsense, but when it comes to actually doing it, she's the one who can't keep up.
Qu Rong pinched her chin and gently kissed her eyes and lips. Before she could recover, he held her waist and half-embraced her as they sat on the table.
The abacus and ledgers had long been moved aside. Qu Rong stood up and pressed down on Li Yue'er, letting Li Yue'er hook one of her legs around her knee, and then forced her to cry again.
Qu Rong poured water from the kettle to wash between her fingers, then rolled up her sleeves and returned to her desk, gently stroking Li Yue'er as she washed her.
Li Yue'er rested her chin on her shoulder, her long, wet eyelashes fluttering incessantly. "This is the study."
Qu Rong, "..."
Qu Rong glanced at her sideways.
Li Yue'er nuzzled her cheek with her nose, "But you did it to me twice."
Qu Rong, "..."
Qu Rong raised her other hand and covered Li Yue'er's mouth.
Li Yue'er's eyes crinkled into crescents as she deliberately kissed her palm. After the mistress finished wiping it, she hugged the mistress's shoulder and kissed the corner of her eye, whispering, "I love this kind of blasphemous act."
Qu Rong couldn't bear to listen any longer. Before Li Yue'er could say anything even more shameful, she turned her head and sealed her lips with a kiss, lingering tenderly with her for a while.
While the mistress went to wash the handkerchief, Li Yue'er lowered her head and tied her bodice behind her back, then tied and tucked in her skirt and blouse. After tidying herself up, she looked at her face in the bronze mirror.
Like a delicate and vibrant pink peony after being moistened by dew, its eyebrows and eyes are tinged with light pink, hinting at spring. Its bright and lively appearance tells you at a glance what it has just been through.
As Li Yue'er gently rubbed her cheeks and sat back in the armchair, the absurdity of what had just happened uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.
She held onto the mistress's shoulders with both hands, and as her knees slid back and forth in the armchair, she also held a corner of the bib in her mouth. She straightened her back and knelt up to feed the fragrant pastry to the mistress.
Tears dripped into her bodice, wetting the pink petal.
The mistress allowed her to eat as she pleased, and the pace was entirely hers.
Whether it's slow or fast, gentle or gentle, it's all up to her...
Li Yue'er naturally lingered for a while longer, after which her heart pounded like a drum, her eardrums throbbed, and her mind went completely blank.
She had no idea how many tears she had shed.
In short, it should be less than what was sprayed into the palm of the mistress's hand.
"The government office just sent word today that the approval process is slow and the household registration certificate won't be returned for some time," Qu Rong said as she walked back, putting down her rolled-up sleeves, to answer her question.
She sat in the chair next to the table, and asked, "What else hasn't been dealt with?"
He seemed to be trying to share her burdens.
Li Yue'er's eyes lit up instantly. She reached out to pull the mistress's fingers, pressed her palm against her face, rubbed her cheek against the mistress's palm, and said in a soft tone, "There are a few things I don't understand. Please teach me, Master."
Even if she were as clumsy as a little pig, Qu Rong wouldn't have the heart to say a harsh word to her when she acted so coquettishly.
When he really had a headache, he would just glance at her, then lower his eyes, shake his head, and sigh softly.
Li Yue'er, "..."
You might as well scold her.
Li Yue'er didn't think she was stupid; in fact, she was quite smart. After all, she had only been studying for a short time, and it was already impressive that she had achieved this much.
But the mistress was clearly not human, but a god. She learned everything quickly and was exceptionally gifted. So when she saw these things, she wondered why she lingered and pondered for so long when she could handle them at a glance.
Out of the corner of her eye, Li Yue'er saw the mistress looking up at her as if she wanted to say something. Quick-witted, she leaned on the table and kissed her on the cheek.
After the "pop" sound, the mistress paused, looked at her and opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't say a word. Then she pursed her lips, quietly lowered her eyes, and continued to work hard without complaint.
Li Yue'er breathed a sigh of relief.
The beauty trap is indeed effective; the ancients were right.
After Li Yue'er started managing the house, she naturally had access to the account books.
The main reason was that the mistress didn't think about guarding against her, and she would directly have Dansha show her all the accounts, so Li Yue'er discovered that there were some problems with the household accounts.
Since the mistress happened to be present today, she spoke to her in a low voice.
The flow of money in the house has been exceptionally large in the past month or two, but its destination remains unclear.
And every penny that was approved was with the master's nod of approval.
Qu Rong said casually, "It was used to support the rebels."
Li Yue'er, "?"
Li Yue'er, "!"
Li Yue'er thought she had misheard. After realizing what she had said, she gasped and instinctively looked around, afraid that someone might have overheard.
The mistress has allocated the money to support the new army!
She originally thought that the mistress supported Qu Ming's appointment as the magistrate of the new military prefecture in order to trick him out of the Qu family, but she never expected that the mistress herself had the same idea.
She wants to...
Li Yue'er didn't dare to think any further.
Qu Rong looked up at Li Yue'er and saw that she looked like a frightened rabbit. Intrigued, she picked up a page of the account book and asked, "Scared?"
She said slowly, "If this matter is exposed, you might have to be executed along with me before the new army enters the capital."
Li Yue'er, "..."
I know you still do it.
Li Yue'er pursed her lips and looked at her.
The mistress laughed, resting her chin on one hand, turning to sit towards Li Yue'er, and taking Li Yue'er's hand, which was resting on the desk, in her other hand, gently stroking the back of her hand with her thumb. "Being afraid is useless."
Instead of backing down at the prospect of losing her head, Li Yue'er gripped her mistress's hand tightly, leaned forward, and pressed her forehead almost against her mistress's, deliberately asking, "If I were afraid, would you let me go, mistress?"
The mistress looked at her quietly, and Li Yue'er met her gaze, her eyes unwavering.
The mistress tilted her head and kissed her lips, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, the tips of her teeth lightly grinding against the soft flesh, clearly telling her, "Don't even think about it."
Li Yue'er laughed, her voice laced with a muffled complaint, "Then why did you ask?"
Knowing where the money went, Li Yue'er stopped worrying about it and even planned to make false accounts to prevent the imperial court from noticing the discrepancy when paying taxes.
Seeing that she was thinking seriously, Qu Rong rested her fingers on her forehead, raised her hand and pinched her cheek, and smiled silently.
She said deliberately, "If Su Rou knew that you were using what she taught you to do these things for me, she would definitely say that I corrupted you."
Li Yue'er blinked. "Sister Su should be able to figure it out."
Qu Rong looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Li Yue'er said smugly, "Who says you can't have two different kinds of people sleeping in the same bed?"
Qu Rong, “...Improper.”
She was talking about serious matters.
Li Yue'er opened her eyes wide, puffed out her chest, and glared at her, silently reminding her mistress of what she had just done to her.
How could she possibly admit to being indecent!
Qu Rong, "..."
Qu Rong sat up straight, lowered her eyes, and quietly did the accounting. She wouldn't argue with Li Yue'er for a single word before going to bed that night.
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Mistress: Let's have another verbal battle in bed.
Moon: ...[melted]
I've been sleeping in too late lately, so the first update will be delayed until before 7 AM, at the latest before 8 AM. The other chapter will still be at 9 AM. [shy]
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