Chapter 91: Go in or come out?
After the future mistress led the head of the family into the room, Fujiwara subconsciously followed to eavesdrop, but Dansha quickly pulled her back.
Fujiwara hesitated for a moment, then did not follow.
In the Ming family's courtyard, there was a grape trellis covered with grapevines, and underneath was a rattan rocking chair for relaxation. Usually, after school in the evening, Li Xing'er would curl up in it and read.
At this moment, Gung Huang and Dan Sha squeezed together and sat on it, saying, "It's cool here."
As Teng Huang held Tan Sha's hand and was about to let go after sitting down, Tan Sha turned around and clenched her fingers into her palm.
The two slowly intertwined their fingers, too shy to meet each other's eyes.
It was already noon, the sun was at its brightest, and Teng Huang couldn't tell if it was the heat of the day or the heat in her heart. Her face remained flushed, and her palms were burning hot, yet she still couldn't bear to let go.
Before some things were said, let alone holding hands, she even put her hands between Dansha's legs to keep warm in winter. At that time, she seemed to have no concept of shame and did not feel embarrassed or ashamed at all.
But ever since they confessed their feelings for each other, some intimate gestures seem to have taken on a different meaning.
For example, now Gambo is too embarrassed to put his hand between Tansa's legs, and he can no longer touch Tansa's waist through her clothes.
The temperature between them rose steadily. Just before the broth was about to be cooked, she cleared her throat twice, breaking the increasingly ambiguous and romantic atmosphere, and asked Dansha, "After Miss Yue'er and I left, who will take care of the courtyard?"
When it came to business, Dansha's gaze also lingered openly on Tenghuang's face, "Sister Su."
Teng Huang became interested, turned to face Dan Sha, placed his hand on Dan Sha's knee, leaned closer and asked, "Sister Su? Sister Su is actually willing to help the family manage the courtyard! What benefits did the family head promise her?"
Teng Huang was extremely curious. What conditions must the head of the family have promised Sister Su to get her to temporarily manage the inner quarters?
Dansha lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping over Tenghuang's hand before casually looking away, and slowly began to tell her about Sister Su's management of the courtyard.
Sister Su didn't know what kind of argument she had with Shi Yi. Shi Yi had come a few times during this period, but unfortunately she was never able to enter the house. Sister Su didn't mention going back either, and stayed at the Qu residence temporarily to help the head of the family with some household affairs.
Teng Huang bit his lower lip and pondered, muttering to himself, "When we were celebrating the New Year at the manor, I felt that the mother and son were a bit strange."
Their behavior was too intimate.
For example, when Sister Su peels an orange, she will sometimes feed it to Shi Yi's mouth in a familiar and natural way, and Shi Yi will open her mouth and take it without thinking.
Even if they were mother and son, Shi Yi is already so old, a mother wouldn't feed her son like that.
Also, when the thin layer of snow on the ground melted and became muddy and difficult to walk on, Shi Yi would either carry or hold Sister Su across that stretch of road.
It's fine when I carry it on my back, but it feels a bit off when I pick it up horizontally.
At that moment, she chuckled and winked at her future mistress, signaling her to look quickly.
As a result, the future mistress did not respond to her gaze at all, which made Fujiki also find the matter uninteresting and stop being curious.
While Teng Huang was pondering Su Rou and Shi Yi, Dan Sha lowered her eyes to watch Teng Huang's mouth open and close.
She wore lip rouge, its color vibrant, and when you got close, she exuded a light, delicate fragrance of cosmetics.
"Do you think the two of them might..." Teng Huang looked up at Dan Sha, but didn't continue with what he meant by "might," because Dan Sha's gaze was too direct.
Fujiwara's mind instantly went blank, leaving only her and Tansa.
She wanted to kiss them too, but her eyes kept glancing towards the room of the mistress and the head of the household, afraid that the two of them might suddenly come out or call them in.
It wasn't until Dansha tilted her head and took the initiative to kiss her that Teng Huang gripped the fabric on Dansha's knees tightly, her long eyelashes trembling as she slowly responded.
The lips pressed and rubbed together, the tongues tentatively touched and then separated, each touch making Fujiwara's heart race and his face flush.
Dansha merely flicked her tongue, and Teng Huang sprang up from the wicker chair as if fleas had crawled on his body, pressing his hands against his burning cheeks and blinking at Dansha with his back turned.
After she calmed down, she moved closer to Dansha, her eyelashes fluttering, and said, "Try again, try again."
Dansha will give me another kiss.
The courtyard was quiet, with only the sun silently climbing overhead, its heat seeping into the house through the window paper.
The light that was originally only on the wardrobe has now shifted to the table as the sun moves. Fortunately, Li Yue'er is sitting on a wooden box with her back against the wall, and is in the shade by the mistress, so she is not exposed to the sun.
Even so, she was still unbearably hot, with a fine layer of sweat on her nose and temples. Even though her skirt was bunched up to her knees, she still felt hot all over.
The stove seemed to be on fire, and the only thing that could extinguish the flames was ice water, so she wrapped her arms around the mistress's shoulders, curled her toes and gripped the insoles tightly, begging her to hurry, hurry.
Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, but the color of the mistress's dress today was more of a bluish-green. Now, the sleeves were weighed down by layers of light pink skirt. When Li Yue'er moved, the connection between their clothes looked like a lotus flower swaying in the wind.
The branches are slender and green, and the petals are fluffy and layered. As Li Yue'er squats and stands up, the thin gauze of her skirt sways gently.
Her clothes were wide open, half-undone, revealing her snow-white shoulders.
Today, to match this light pink summer dress that resembles flower petals, Li Yue'er wore a pure white strapless top underneath.
Fabric is fabric after all; no matter how pure white it is, it can't compare to Li Yue'er's snow-white skin and jade-like feel.
Qu Rong buried her head in the two soft, fragrant handfuls of snowflakes in front of her, like a fox in winter, who plunged into the snow and didn't want to come out.
Her leisurely pace was a real hardship for Li Yue'er.
The box under her bottom wasn't a chair, so sitting on it wasn't very comfortable. She could only be described as sitting close to it; strictly speaking, she was actually leaning against it.
If she loses her leg strength and loses her support, she will slide down the box and be delivered into the mistress's hands.
If you push yourself up with your feet on the ground, the back of your clothes will rub against the wall.
The former is too deep, while the latter seems too shallow.
Li Yue'er moved back and forth between up and down, rising and falling between deep and shallow water, like a ladle in a bucket, wanting to sink but unable to resist floating up.
She gripped the mistress's shoulders with both hands, tilted her head back, and gasped for breath, her voice broken and muffled.
Whenever she was about to cry out, her mistress would kiss her lips, her tongue entwining with hers, silencing her voice.
In the quiet and bright room, besides the water flowing down the mistress's fingers and into the gaps between them, there were only a few low sobs.
Li Yue'er's lower abdomen tightened and her scalp tingled; as she clenched her muscles, she also longed for her mistress to arrive quickly.
My mother and younger sister went out to order food by horse-drawn carriage, so the round trip wasn't too slow.
Li Yue'er couldn't possibly spend all her time on this.
The mistress had obviously thought of this as well, so when she patted the mistress's shoulder with her palm, the mistress was finally willing to help her reach the top.
As she fell, Li Yue'er slid into the mistress's arms and was caught by her.
Once she could stand steadily, the mistress got up from the table, poured water, wet a cloth, and brought it back for her to wipe herself.
The advantages of a tulle skirt are not only that it is light and breathable, making it cool to wear in summer, but also that it does not wrinkle easily. Even if it was crumpled and messy just now, it will fall smoothly to your feet again when you let it down.
Li Yue'er lifted her bodice, closed her clothes, and glanced at her mistress with her teary eyes, scolding her softly, "You've all eaten too much."
The mistress, "..."
The mistress, who had been facing her at the table wiping her hands, silently moved her feet and turned her back to her upon hearing this.
Li Yue'er walked over with a smile, hugged the mistress from behind, lowered her head to kiss her hot earlobe, and coaxed her softly, "Stay for the night, and I'll go back with you tomorrow."
She didn't say "go with you," but "come back with you." Qu Rong's eyes flickered slightly before she turned her head and returned the light kiss.
When Ming and Li Xing'er returned, Li Yue'er was cooking mung bean soup with the mistress.
In terms of specific tasks, Dansha was in charge of the fire, while Tenghuang would occasionally lift the pot lid to scoop out the beans to check if they were cooked. Li Yue'er sat beside him, giving verbal instructions while holding a round fan in her hand, slowly fanning the mistress beside her.
Ming Shi, "..."
Li Xing'er could have done this little task herself, but it took four of them.
Ming called out, "Dinner's ready."
Lin Mu and the others had already returned to the Qu residence, so only the six of them were sitting at the table for dinner today. Half of the dishes were Li Yue'er's favorites, and the other half were to suit the tastes of the mistress.
After cleaning up the table after the meal, Ming took Li Xing'er to the neighboring courtyard for a nap.
Teng Huang and Tan Sha lay on the same bed. They did nothing else but eat for a while before Teng Huang fell into a deep sleep, holding Tan Sha's arm.
It was fine for the two of them to sleep in the same room, but Qu Rong felt embarrassed to lie on the same bed as Li Yue'er.
Even though she had done everything she was supposed to do, and even worked on the wooden box just now, the mistress was still being very serious. She preferred to sit in the main room idly flipping through her pile of storybooks rather than lie down and rest.
The bound storybooks were bought from the street, but the stories on the few sheets of paper scattered on the table were ones she wrote herself when she was bored.
Afraid that the mistress would see what she had written, Li Yue'er decisively got out of bed, blushed, and haphazardly gathered the papers on the table and put them into the wooden box. Then she and the mistress found something serious to do.
There was a patch of open space in the backyard where her mother had planted many things, such as these broad beans. Her mother had brought some gamboge to pick them that morning, intending to cook them for lunch. However, the mistress of the house came today and ordered such a large feast that there was no need to eat broad beans anymore, so they were just piled up here.
Li Yue'er simply pulled the mistress to sit in the shade by the door of the main room and taught her how to peel broad beans.
Bored while sitting there, Li Yue'er asked about what was happening at the Qu residence and learned that Su Rou and Shi Yi had a falling out.
Qu Rong said, "She probably felt that there was no future in continuing like this, so she thought about breaking up with Shi Yi and letting Shi Yi live a proper life, which is why she came to the Qu residence."
Her marriage to Li Yue'er may have made Su Rou realize something, and she no longer wanted to spend her days with Shi Yi.
Li Yue'er sat on the bench next to the mistress's bench and leaned in to ask her, "It's fine if you don't try to persuade them, but why are you really planning to break them up?"
Qu Rong raised an eyebrow. "Who said I was breaking up a couple?"
Li Yue'er looked at her mistress with bright eyes, "Hmm?"
Qu Rong played word games, saying, "I didn't stop her, I just told the gatekeeper not to let Shi Yi use the main gate."
If she can't use the main entrance, she can use the side entrance, or even climb over the wall and no one will care.
In short, she gave the instructions to the gatekeeper according to Su Rou's request, but she had no say in what Shi Yi did.
Li Yue'er laughed, "Sister Su is going to curse you in her heart again."
It's no wonder that Sister Su always dislikes the mistress; the mistress can be quite shameless at times.
To act shamelessly with a straight face.
Qu Rong said in a slow, leisurely tone, "At least he didn't scold me to my face."
Li Yue'er snorted, "Then I'll curse you to your face on her behalf."
The mistress merely glanced at her upon hearing this.
Li Yue'er smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. The two kissed briefly before separating to continue peeling beans.
One afternoon, the two of them, knee to knee, quietly shelled broad beans. After Teng Huang and Dan Sha woke up, they joined in.
The academy was not Qu's residence after all. The sudden change of location and the return to leisure made the mistress clearly uncomfortable. She was very reserved and avoided eye contact with her mother, let alone holding her hand.
Li Yue'er, "?"
They boiled hot water for a shower that evening, and after washing up, they went to bed. The mistress was very proper and dignified.
Li Yue'er lay beside the mistress, deliberately reaching her hand towards her chest.
She thought her mistress would stop her, but instead, her mistress pulled the blanket over them and then pressed her down onto the pillow, kissing her all the way down her neck.
When they got down there, before they could even kiss, Li Yue'er's toes touched the mistress's chest. Her coy gesture made the mistress grab her ankle and kiss her all the way up.
When their emotions reached their peak, Li Yue'er let out a soft hum, her tone melodious, a mixture of crying and laughing. But before the sound could escape from under the covers, her mistress's palm covered her mouth.
He frowned seriously, "Don't shout."
Li Yue'er, "..."
The proper mistress, in this proper academy, used improper methods to make her cry twice before finally stopping.
The next morning, Li Yue'er packed her bags and went back with her mistress.
Before getting married, she couldn't stay at the Qu residence indefinitely. She would alternate between the two residences, but which one she stayed at for a longer period of time depended entirely on her own mood.
With a host of matters to attend to by the matriarch of the Qu family, they didn't dawdle and left the academy after breakfast in the early morning.
Perhaps they returned too early, because when the carriage passed the top of the Qu family's wall, Shi Yi was just about to climb down from above.
Li Yue'er, "?"
Li Yue'er habitually lifted the curtains to look at the scenery, her gaze rising, just in time to meet Shi Yi's, who was squatting on the wall looking down.
Both remained silent.
Li Yue'er, "..."
How did she manage to run into her again?
Shi Yi, "..."
How did she manage to run into her again?
The two tacitly looked away. Shi Yi waited for the carriage to leave before getting off, while Li Yue'er awkwardly lowered the curtains and rested her forehead against the window frame.
Qu Rong glanced at her sideways. "What's wrong?"
Li Yue'er turned around with her ears red, "I saw Shi Yi."
Qu Rong wasn't surprised. "Go in or come out?"
Li Yue'er: "Come out."
The fact that Shi Yi was able to find it at this hour means that she must have been with Sister Su last night.
Qu Rong smiled, raised her hand to pat Li Yue'er's head, and said meaningfully, "Without Su Rou's help, you'll probably have a tough time."
Li Yue'er, "?"
Li Yue'er, "!"
Sure enough, as soon as she returned, Sister Su used the excuse that she was back and didn't need anyone else to manage the house to move back to the Shi family.
Li Yue'er listened quietly as she made excuses. If she hadn't seen Shi Yi, she would have almost believed what Sister Su said.
If she had known this would happen, she would have maliciously hoped that Su Rou and Shi Yi would quarrel for the rest of their lives, so that Su Rou would stay in the Qu residence and help her manage the household affairs for the rest of her life.
Li Yue'er would rather Su Jie suffer than suffer herself.
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Su Rou: ...[melted]
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