Chapter 227 Communication
After the banquet, Li Yunlin and Ming Heyuan both discovered a lot of things from it.
Yun Fushang reaped unexpected rewards.
For example, he received the gift from Wang Zhi - the green waist.
Yun Fushang just thought it was fun and didn't really take it seriously.
I just feel that it won't be long before I forget her.
But she still kept her eyes on it.
For convenience, Yun Fushang lived directly in Li Yunlin's mansion. Her mansion had many courtyards, was large, and had beautiful scenery, which also avoided the problem of Yun Fushang staying in an inn.
Li Yunlin pulled Yun Fushang to the small kitchen:
"If you really keep Qing Yao here, what if he is an enemy spy?"
spy?
Yun Fushang smiled and said, "Oh, I never thought that our Lord Li would be able to think so fast one day!"
Then she asked again:
"Who am I?"
Li Yunlin said stupidly: "You are Yun Fushang!"
"What about my official position?" Yun Fushang asked slowly.
Li Yunlin subconsciously said, "You are a general, and a young prince personally appointed by His Majesty!"
"That's incredible!" Yun Fushang couldn't help but look at him jokingly, "Do you think my brain doesn't work? Go, go, show me all the files from the past few years so I can study them!"
The local files also contain some things that no one knows about. For Yun Fushang, it is necessary to create ways and clues to solve the problems as much as possible under limited conditions.
Yun Fushang did not intend to find out anything from Qingyao. What could she find out from a young man of slave origin?
After Qingyao finished washing up, she slowly walked to the courtyard where Yun Fushang was resting. After a while, she gritted her teeth and went in.
What is Yun Fushang doing?
The moon tonight is indeed very round, but it's a pity that Jiaojiao might have gone to bed already. After all, there are piles of memorials to be submitted every day, and if she doesn't go to bed on time, she won't have the energy to attend the court the next morning.
In this situation, we haven’t taken any servants into the harem yet. If we do in the future, I’m afraid Jiaojiao will become exhausted and depressed in a few days!
Yun Fushang thought of the lively expression on the little girl's complaining face and couldn't help but laugh while looking at the travel diary in her hand.
Originally, Jiaojiao didn’t like reading, she only liked reading travel notes, but this travel note was indeed written in a very interesting way.
I think it's been a while since I last saw my eldest brother, so I don't know how he feels. I just heard from people on Jiaojiao's side that she's not in danger of death.
But after all, it is in another country, and the spies cannot sneak in too deeply.
There was noise outside the door. Yun Fushang was very alert, but she was still reading a book, with her ears twitching slightly to determine the direction.
It seemed to be coming from the door.
She only turned on one lamp tonight, so the room was dim and there was a moon in the sky.
The moonlight shines down, illuminating the bamboo forest outside. The rustling sound of the wind makes people feel particularly peaceful.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance approached her.
It has a faint scent of lotus, very rich and yet very fresh.
Under the moonlight, I felt more and more as if something was brushing against the tip of my heart.
Yun Fushang's breath was choked and she leaned back subconsciously.
The rocking chair was stabilized all of a sudden, in a semicircular arc, and a kiss with a faint lotus scent blocked all vision.
Someone was kissing her.
Yun Fushang did not resist. She was thinking about who this person was. She had never smelled the scent on him before and it made her feel excited.
The kiss gradually faded, and someone whispered slowly and softly in her ear:
"General, I am sorry for offending you."
Yun Fushang understood, oh, he is such a small guy.
It turned out that he really had some skills, no wonder he could capture Wang Zhi's heart. He couldn't help but smile, closed his eyes again, and let the rocking chair rock slowly:
"You smell good, I like it."
Qingyao understood that she had only used the scent of lotus tentatively, but she didn't expect that by some strange coincidence, it turned out to be the type of scent that Yun Fushang liked.
"It's just a little trick to entangle the general." Qingyao's voice was very soft and slow.
Yun Fushang seemed to feel as if this soft and gentle voice was brought to her by the wind along with the moonlight. It was so comfortable.
She half-closed her Ruifeng eyes, and her expression could not be seen clearly.
At some point, the moonlight fell on the person kneeling on the carpet in front of me.
Sure enough, she had just finished showering and came over. Then I could notice that the water droplets on the hair fell down the white neck and slid to the young man's chest.
His clothes were loose, as if they were designed to seduce her.
Yun Fushang tilted her head, finding it interesting. This must be what Jiaojiao meant by beauty, right?
"What's your full name?" Yun Fushang's eyes were indifferent, and she didn't seem to be lost in the magnificent scene before her. "Don't you have a surname?"
Qingyao said hesitantly: "Slaves cannot have surnames..."
"What was your name before Wang Zhi got you?" Yun Fushang leaned forward, instantly pulling her face from the shadows to the moonlight.
The two figures looked at each other in the flickering moonlight.
Yun Fushang wanted to see a hint of discernment and calculation in the eyes or expression of the young man in front of her, so as to judge that he came with a purpose and warned her not to take this Qingyao seriously.
But after staring at each other for a long time, she couldn't find even a hint of impurity.
After a long while, Qingyao became a little nervous, bit her lower lip, and finally said:
"I don't have a surname, so I'm called Qingyao."
Forget it, he is just a child, why should I question him like this?
"How old are you this year?" Yun Fushang looked at every part of his body without any concern.
A beautiful clavicle showing a corner, slender hands, and beautiful features.
Kneeling there, with his head lowered and the back of his neck exposed, Yun Fushang hid back in the shadows, his voice was a little unclear:
"You did offend me just now. Why did you kiss my eyes?"
Qingyao swallowed, and the light in his eyes stared directly at Yun Fushang in the darkness:
"Because you have beautiful eyes, I couldn't help but kiss you..."
"Slave, I am sixteen years old."
Yun Fushang sneered in her heart. It didn't sound like the truth at all. Instead, it sounded like a cover-up for something.
But she won't expose it.
It should be a means to attract her attention.
But it didn't matter, she didn't mind communicating more with this young man, who was only sixteen years old, one year younger than her.
It is really the prime of life.
This is probably because slavery restricted their freedom, right?
Yun Fushang slowly stood up and walked towards the young man.
Qingyao knelt there. There was no noise around him except the sound of the bamboo forest outside and the wind.
Yun Fushang lifted his chin up immediately:
"Have you decided to follow me?"
(End of this chapter)