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"Mother, you're confused!"
Sun Chang suddenly pushed open the door, his eyes bloodshot, filled with fear and grief, completely losing his composure. Yue Li's expression changed several times, and he said sternly, "Who let you in!"
“I can take the exams myself, why do you have to do this, Mother?”
"Take the exam myself?"
“You’ve seen your father. Without any backing, he’s still only a fifth-rank official. Even if you pass the exam, your sister has offended her. If she harbors resentment and you’re sent to a remote area as a minor official, what will your mother do?”
"Given your nature, when will you ever get ahead?"
"Changfeng, your mother dares not gamble with your future."
"I see."
Sun Changfeng gave a desolate smile, then suddenly walked to his desk and tore the books to shreds. "It's better to give up this official position."
"don't want."
Madam Yue panicked completely, grabbed his hand, and pleaded tearfully, "The medicine on her body will take three days to take effect. Please listen to your mother this once, I beg you."
"Mother, Yueyou knows too, right?"
"Don't ask anymore. Just pretend you don't know anything. I did everything."
Sun Changfeng staggered and crashed into a chair with a thud. He fell to the ground, his eyes vacant, tears silently streaming down his face. Suddenly, he burst into uncontrollable laughter, as if he were a madman, "Too late!"
"It's really too late!"
Wen Ruo lifted the brocade curtain and sat up abruptly from the bed.
Yue Li turned her head stiffly, and the moment she saw clearly, her shoulders trembled violently. Her rationality crumbled, and she pointed at Wen Ruo, her face contorted with rage and despair, "You tricked me!"
The door slammed shut. "Take him away!"
"How can you be so useless!"
The gentle and virtuous woman was no longer the same; her soft, melodious voice, once like that of a nightingale, had become sharp, filled with a reproachful disappointment. Yue Li struggled defiantly, her blood-red gemstone hairpin shattering against the stone slab, leaving it dripping with blood.
With a single chop to the neck, the surroundings fell silent instantly. Zhu Fei had been following Madam Yue since early morning, and now stood guard outside the door, his eyes fixed straight ahead, but a pang of regret still lingered in his heart that even the family members of his colleague had harbored wicked intentions.
Wen Ruo was powerless and had no home; luckily, she was clever.
Possessing a treasure is a crime, and Qi Guanlan may not have realized that the closer he got to her, the more uneasy she became.
On the way back in the carriage, Qi Guanlan cautiously asked, "Did she say three days?"
Wen Ruo shook her head, "Take a pill, and the cold will pass in a couple of days."
In the inn, while Wen Ruo was resting, Qi Guanlan pulled Mr. Yi aside and asked, "Is that medicine that freezes your whole body harmful to your health?"
Mr. Yi stroked his beard. “Snow Peak Pill, as you can tell from the name, it’s a potent medicine, meant for the dead. One pill is fine for a living person, but taking too many will have side effects.”
"She's already taken one; remember to remind her."
"Don't worry, it's just aphrodisiac, no big deal."
"In that case, I'm relieved."
Qi Guanlan suddenly opened his mouth wide, yawned, and looked tired. He had been exhausted all night.
In the deserted bedroom, on the ornate and flowing embroidered bed, the intermittent panting sounds were unbearably alluring. The owner of the sounds seemed to hate himself, trying his best to suppress it, yet unable to resist occasionally indulging in the dim moonlight.
The curtain slowly rose.
Qi Guanlan's eyes snapped open, and he pulled the quilt over his head, shouting, "Am I crazy?!"
The sleepiness he had been keeping up all night vanished with his fright. He lay on his back in bed, tossing and turning, and every time he closed his eyes, that scene came to mind: the sleeping beast was gradually awakening.
Do you even want people to live?!
At noon, Xiao Shunzi knocked on the door precisely on time, "Young Master, I've delivered the pigeons."
Qi Guanlan sat up abruptly, his eyes slightly swollen. He opened the door casually, his eyes still sleepy, and his voice languid, "Did she say anything?"
"No!"
"They didn't mention why?"
Qi Guanlan gradually regained consciousness, but his brows furrowed involuntarily. What was so special about a pigeon from Yan'an Temple? Why did he have to ask for it now? And that was the first thing he asked when he opened his eyes.
“Wen Ruo made a promise with the little novice monk that she would definitely send him back.” Xiao Shunge scrutinized his face and said cautiously, “Wen Ruo said that the scholar who kidnapped Yu Niang might not be dead.”
"What? Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"I was in such a hurry that I forgot. This pigeon belongs to the Zhang family, and he was asking about the young master."
Qi Guanlan went back to his room and tidied up. "Go and have the people from the Dali Temple interrogate Zhang Tingjia. I'll go find Wen Ruo."
He hurriedly left the house.
The swiftly moving body suddenly stopped. What was Mr. Yi doing, acting so furtively?
After a stick of incense had burned, Qi Guanlan took a deep breath. Was he seeing things? Wen Ruo had entered the restaurant. He rubbed his eyes, and his face instantly darkened.
Just as he was about to go over, he suddenly came to his senses, "Maybe it's just a similar back view."
Qi Guanlan quietly walked up behind Mr. Yi, "Old man, I didn't know you liked this kind of thing?"
Mr. Yi quickly covered his mouth, "What nonsense are you talking about? You've ruined my reputation."
Qi Guanlan's face stiffened, and he felt dizzy. He tentatively asked, "I went to the inn to deliver the incense balls, but I found that Wen Ruo was not there."
"Wenruo, go for a walk, and I'll also digest my food."
Qi Guanlan raised an eyebrow and glanced at him sideways, "You just found yourself here without realizing it?"
Mr. Yi looked left and right, but dared not look him in the eye. Qi Guanlan was certain that the figure he had just seen was Wen Ruo.
It wasn't supposed to be easy to solve!!!
He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Mr. Yi's arm. "Don't be shy, I'll pay for you."
"useless!"
"useless!"
He drooped his brows, his bottom almost touching the ground, and made all sorts of excuses, saying, "There are always people more skilled than you. It's all my fault for not being a good enough doctor. This antidote needs to be tested, and that's why I'm having trouble finding someone to help me."
The next moment, he suddenly exclaimed, waving his arms and saying excitedly, "Isn't that A-Chu? I haven't seen her for days, I'll go see her."
Mr. Yi shoved Qi Guanlan aside and slipped away as fast as he could. His hurried departure revealed a guilty conscience; he had been fooled by Qi Guanlan.
The room was filled with a faint scent of incense. Wen Ruo went straight into the room and threw a bag of money in it. "Nobody has touched this. Keep your mouth shut. Wear a mask. I don't like people who talk too much."
The madam clutched her money bag, "Leave it to me!"
A short while later, two men led him inside.
"The one on the right is called Jinqi, the chess piece in the game."
Wen Ruo glanced at them a few times. The person on the right was tall and looked very confident. The person on the left was a bit taller, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Wearing a thin, fitted blue robe, their figure appeared even more slender and upright.
She stared at the person on her left, scrutinizing him repeatedly. His entire face was covered by a mask, and light flickered beneath his narrow, slit eyes. As she glanced at him, her fingers trembled involuntarily, as if she were somewhat nervous.
The madam paused for a moment, her eyes glancing at Jin Qi almost instinctively, but she quickly regained her composure. "Young lady, you have a good eye. Even if you don't look at his face, he is naturally beautiful without any makeup."
But that's where the problem lies, isn't it? Nobody's ever touched either of them, who would believe that!
Wen Ruo turned her face away with a suspicious look. The madam smiled and said, "His voice has a problem. His usual customers like to listen to it, so it's perfect for you."
Do you have any talents?
The mute man was taken aback and gently shook his head.
The madam seized the opportunity to recommend, "Jinqi is somewhat skilled in sword dancing."
After admiring the mute, Wen Ruo resisted the madam's repeated persuasion and Jin Qi's reluctance, and kept the mute man with her.
Perhaps because it was his first time serving customers, he was so nervous that he dared not take a step forward.
Wen Ruo sat quietly on the bed, not calling for anyone to serve her. She carefully avoided touching the snacks and drinks on the table, anything that could be eaten.
Unexpectedly, the usually well-behaved mute man approached her, picked up a wine glass and handed it to her, seemingly trying to please her.
Wen Ruo hesitated for a moment. The mute man noticed the hesitation in her eyes, turned his head, lifted his mask, and drank it all in one gulp. A stick of incense later, she took the wine pot and drank cup after cup, the wine emboldening even the timid.
The mute man returned to the table and brought out a plate of snacks.
As expected of someone who had studied martial arts, he served people with exceptional attentiveness, and the pot of wine was quickly finished. Wen Ruo's eyes were glazed over, and a blush rose to her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. She opened her mouth slightly, and the mute man picked up a piece and fed it to her, which she swallowed in a few gulps.
Wen Ruo chuckled and patted the mute man's shoulder, "With this taste, why bother being a madam? Wouldn't it be better to just hire a cook and sell pastries instead of selling yourself?"
The mute man smiled upon hearing this, his eyes curving into crescent moons.
"You must have learned from Leng Hualou."
Wen Ruo narrowed her eyes, her gaze lingering on the table. She lightly licked the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, then stood up unsteadily and walked out, her steps faltering as if she were about to fall.
The mute man caught her.
Wen Ruo leaned against his shoulder, the faint scent of wine quite enticing. She swallowed, smiled, and brought her face close to the mask to smell it. Seemingly drunk but not quite, a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes. "Is it just my imagination?"
"You seem somewhat familiar!"
Qi Guanlan's heart almost stopped. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad. He stood quietly, his body slightly stiff, letting Wen Ruo do whatever she wanted to him.
He just walked in on a whim.
But is doing this the right thing to do?
But she chose me.
Half-drunk and half-awake, Wen Ruo's vigilance lasted only a moment before she suddenly began to mutter to herself, "I'm so miserable!"
"You old vile woman, what kind of lousy medicine is this?"
"It's so annoying to have to disguise yourself just to find a male prostitute."
Qi Guanlan didn't speak. He followed the madam into the room and was startled when he saw Wen Ruo's face. He thought he had mistaken her for someone else again, but after hearing her voice, he was shocked and realized it was her.
"People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat!"
"Tell me why I'm so famous!"
"It's all because of one person."
Wen Ruo suddenly raised her head, wrapped her arms around his neck, her breathing became unusually rapid, and fine beads of sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead. She spoke breathlessly, "Take me to bed!"
A hint of annoyance flashed in Qi Guanlan's eyes. His self-control, which he was so proud of, was actually... Just as he was in disbelief, Wen Ruo urged him again, "Hurry up!"
He could only pick up Wen Ruo and carry her step by step, surrounded by a faint, intoxicating fragrance that made him dizzy and lightheaded.
He walked extremely slowly, even though it was only a few steps.
The intoxicating smell of alcohol seeped into his body with each breath, his skin burning hot, his manhood uncontrollable, every step felt like torture.
Her soft fingertips brushed across his Adam's apple and collarbone, then her gentle fingers slowly moved downwards, deftly slipping into his collar. His chest was firm but stiff. "You're nervous!"
Qi Guanlan remained silent for a moment, then slowly bent down. Wen Ruo's face was as fair as a peach blossom, and her eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a blush from the spring, making her indescribably beautiful.
"I was wrong."
Hearing her murmur suddenly, Qi Guanlan froze, struggling between the temptation and his fingertips, which were only a hair's breadth away from hers, before he could even sketch the outline of this moment in his mind.
Is she awake?
He hastily withdrew his hand, but his body language betrayed him, shouting with all its might.
Wen Ruo turned over and curled up into a ball again, her eyes glistening with tears, and soft, panting breaths rose from her nose.
"I should choose the other one."
Near chess?
"Young master, I tried my best, but who knew she had this kind of taste!"
The madam clutched her money bag with one hand and had her other arm behind her back, her eyes twitching with pain.
Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult.
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