Chapter 3 Skilled in Lovemaking "I'm not skilled in lovemaking, why don't you teach me..."
A warm breath suddenly blew into her ear, startling Meng Yu. She instinctively broke free from Lu Xiuyi's embrace, took a few steps forward to increase the distance between them, and then turned around with her eyes lowered.
She suppressed her pounding heart and the fear that overwhelmed her, gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath. She quickly took out her notebook and wrote: "I am very grateful for your life-saving grace, sir. However, men and women should not touch each other. Please be respectful."
Even though her hand was trembling almost imperceptibly when she held the pen, she still forced herself to hold it as tightly as possible.
Lu Xiuyi looked down at her, her gentle and obedient demeanor now tinged with a hint of stubbornness, and his smile deepened.
Before the corners of his lips could even curve upwards, he saw her hold the notebook upright, the pen tip leaving a patch of ink on the snow-white paper. The words on it were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the rare thoughts that had arisen in his mind.
Lu Xiuyi's face turned cold, and he felt a lump in his throat with anger.
He stared at her for a long time, his tone chilling: "Young lady, you really have a bad memory. You didn't say that when you knelt down and begged me."
On that day, she wore simple clothes and a plain hairpin, yet her beauty was undeniable. He was momentarily moved by her appearance, but he didn't harbor any further thoughts, for he was not a lecherous drunkard. He simply picked up his sword and prepared to leave.
But she took the initiative to block his way, begging him to save her mother and sister. When she knelt down, she cried so pitifully, her tears falling like raindrops. Her gaze towards him was so tender and pitiful, and she made a solemn promise. Only then did his heart begin to wander.
Since she was willing, he should accept it without shame.
Who knew that after he saved the person, she would deny everything. With a cold and distant remark about "men and women not being able to touch each other," she completely washed her hands of what had happened and showed no gratitude whatsoever.
Lu Xiuyi felt a surge of anger rising wildly in his chest.
As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy sense of oppression filled the air, making it hard for Meng Yu to breathe. But she still persevered and wrote down a sentence: "My lord, please don't misunderstand. I never intended to break my promise. When I agreed to your request, I said that I was willing to be your slave or maid, not your concubine or maidservant."
Her words only fueled Lu Xiuyi's anger, and his gaze grew even more intense.
He stared intently at her, his deep gaze like that of a hawk. She would rather be a servile servant than become his concubine.
Lu Xiuyi was, after all, a dignified young master of a marquis's mansion. Who wouldn't flatter him? He had never been humiliated like this before.
However, she was just a country girl. Since she was willing to give up such immense wealth and become a lowly maid, he would let her be and see how long she could endure it.
Lu Xiuyi, his face dark, walked to the table and sat down, saying without a trace of emotion, "Since you want to be my servant, I will grant your wish. I happen to be short of a maid to serve tea, boil water, make the bed, and fold blankets. You can work for a few days and see. If I am satisfied, I will naturally grant your request."
Although he said that, the heavy sense of oppression did not dissipate. Meng Yu was still on edge and dared not ask any more questions, for fear of adding fuel to the fire. He quickly thanked him and turned to leave.
A sharp, angry shout suddenly rang out from behind him: "Didn't you say you wanted to be my slave? I'm letting you leave?"
Startled, Meng Yu immediately turned around, bowed her head, and stood respectfully, waiting for Lu Xiuyi's instructions.
She had never served anyone before. After her soul transmigrated, although the original owner of this body was mute, she was still a daughter of an official family, and everyone served her, from walking and sitting to serving tea and water. Now that she was asked to serve others, she really didn't know what to do.
"May I have your name?"
His voice softened slightly.
Meng Yu hurriedly took out her notebook, about to start writing, but then she thought that although everyone on the boat knew her surname was Meng, they did not know her given name, so she made up a name: "Meng Yan".
“Meng Yan,” Lu Xiuyi looked her up and down, his expression unreadable, and then said, “This name doesn’t suit you.”
When he said this, Meng Yu thought he wanted to give her a new name, but he remained silent for a long time and didn't say anything more.
She stood there, motionless, completely dazed. Lu Xiuyi was furious and coldly reminded her, "What should a maid be doing? Didn't I just tell you? What are you still standing there for?"
As he spoke, he tapped the table.
Meng Yu looked up at the sound and saw the teapot. Suddenly remembering what he had said, she immediately realized what he meant and hurriedly went to pick up the teapot to pour water, only to find that the pot was empty.
She lifted her eyelids, looked at Lu Xiuyi, pointed to the kettle, then pointed outside, as if to say she was going to fetch water.
Lu Xiuyi understood, and said in a cold voice with a stern face, "Go and come back quickly, I'm very thirsty."
Meng Yu longed to escape this place for a moment and catch her breath, but she had to control her pace so as not to walk too fast and incur Lu Xiuyi's anger.
“Young Master, we’ve used every torture imaginable on the remaining men, but they still haven’t changed their story. Those men are his lackeys, and Zhang Chuizi might not be going to tell them about the government silver.” While Meng Yu was fetching water, Chu Ze went upstairs to report to Lu Xiuyi on the interrogation of the bandits over the past few days.
Lu Xiuyi sat in a round-backed chair, backlit, his left middle finger slightly bent, gently tapping on the carved rosewood table. The finger bone collided with the table, producing a crisp sound.
Chu Ze watched Lu Xiuyi's action with trepidation. Whenever Lu Xiuyi was in a very bad mood, he would tap the table lightly like this.
He was prepared to be scolded.
Lu Xiuyi didn't lose his temper, but simply frowned and said calmly, "It's alright. We've already intercepted this large amount of official silver. Zhang Chuizi's supplier will definitely be desperate. Give the order to keep a close eye on Yongzhou, Xuzhou, Longtang, and Yichuan. If any ceramic products are transported out of the city, intercept them immediately."
This batch of official silver was originally intended to be transported to Jiangshamen for military use. Each ingot had a unique seal and could not be circulated in the market. If they wanted to use this batch of official silver, they would have to melt it first. Melting silver requires a crucible, and most crucibles happen to be made of ceramic.
Now that the truth has come out, Zhang Chuizi's supplier will definitely destroy the silver-melting stronghold. Once any ceramic products are transported out of the city, they will immediately intercept them, and then they can follow this line to find out the mastermind behind it all.
"Yes, young master."
Upon receiving the order, Chu Ze immediately instructed his men to carry it out.
***
When Meng Yu returned with hot water, brewed the tea again, and served it to Lu Xiuyi, half an hour had passed.
She was too slow, and Lu Xiuyi had already missed his tea time. He looked at her standing meekly to the side and said, "Prepare water, I want to take a bath."
Meng Yu was taken aback. She looked up at the half-open window. It was already bright daylight, and there were still nearly two hours until sunset. She was a little surprised, but she didn't dare to delay. She hurriedly turned around to fetch water.
"Didn't I say I wanted to take a bath? Where are you going?" Lu Xiuyi's voice, tinged with anger, suddenly rang out.
Meng Yu was startled and immediately turned around, instinctively making hand gestures.
Lu Xiuyi frowned slightly.
She was halfway through gesturing when she noticed Lu Xiuyi's slightly somber expression. Suddenly remembering that he couldn't understand sign language, she took out her notebook and wrote, "I'll go fetch water."
Lu Xiuyi found it amusing. She looked so frail and weak, unable to lift anything. If he had to rely on her to carry water upstairs, when would he ever be able to take a bath?
“There’s water in the inner room, no need to fetch it,” he exhaled a breath of stale air, stepped out of the armchair, and opened his arms to her. “Come here and help me undress.”
Meng Yu walked over without blushing or skipping a beat, and calmly took off his belt and coat.
Her slender fingertips brushed against his skin through the thin fabric, and Lu Xiuyi shuddered as a burning sensation spread rapidly from a certain spot throughout his body.
Even after taking off his undergarments, Meng Yu still showed no sign of stopping. After draping his outer garment over his clothes, she reached up and touched the collar of his undergarments.
Lu Xiuyi suddenly stopped her in a hoarse voice: "Never mind, I'll do it myself. You wait by the screen."
Meng Yu looked around in confusion. Apart from a bed and a table and chairs, where did the screen come from?
Just as he was wondering, Lu Xiuyi turned around and walked to a landscape and flower painting. He reached out and pressed down on the wooden board next to it, and the landscape and flower painting immediately rolled up to reveal a rectangular entrance, just big enough for one person to enter. Looking inside, there was an exquisitely carved rosewood screen with flowers, which was obviously worth tens of thousands of taels of silver.
Seeing that Lu Xiuyi had already gone inside, Meng Yu realized what was happening and immediately followed, standing by the screen.
These two-story passenger ships typically have a small bathtub in the most luxurious cabin. There is a small opening next to the bathtub, through which the kitchen will pour in hot water. The bathtub is large enough for two people to bathe at the same time, and it is clear that it is prepared for high-ranking officials and nobles.
Lu Xiuyi waded into the bath, leaned against the edge, and closed his eyes, breathing softly. After a long while, he felt the heat in his body gradually subside, but he still trembled when he thought of her fingertips gliding across his skin.
Meng Yu stood on the screen, her calves aching slightly from working back and forth all day. It was also her usual time for a nap, and her eyelids were drooping heavily.
After standing for a while, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she simply sat down cross-legged, leaned against the screen, and closed her eyes to rest.
After a long while, Lu Xiuyi finally felt better. He turned to the side to get the wipes from the tray, but unexpectedly saw the person leaning against the screen, and could faintly hear their breathing.
Lu Xiuyi's face immediately darkened.
She was the one who started the fire, causing him to suffer here, while she slept soundly.
Thinking about it, Lu Xiuyi became even angrier and raised his voice to shout, "As a servant, who allowed you to fall asleep while serving the master? Come here and wipe the master's back."
Meng Yu was feeling incredibly sleepy when Lu Xiuyi's sharp shout suddenly pierced her ears, startling her awake and bringing her back to her senses.
After cursing the bastard under her breath, she got up, lifted her aching feet, and reluctantly went inside. As she looked down to pick up a towel, the notebook she had placed in front of her chest drooped heavily.
To prevent the notebook from falling into the bathtub when washing Lu Xiuyi later, Meng Yu took the notebook out and placed it next to the tray before picking up a towel, wetting it, and then, as if venting her anger, vigorously scrubbing his back.
Lu Xiuyi had a good physique, with honey-colored skin, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and was lean and strong with firm, clearly defined muscles. It was obvious at a glance that he was a martial arts practitioner.
Meng Yu knew the reason for his volatile temper, but all she did was refuse to be his concubine or maidservant. Why did he treat her like a slave?
He holds a high position of power and has seen all kinds of beauties, so why does he have to keep targeting her?
After serving Lu Xiuyi for only half a day, Meng Yu came to a conclusion: this man's heart was as small as an ant's, as small as a pinhole. If she wanted to get through this smoothly, she had to go along with his temper, otherwise she would suffer the consequences.
Lu Xiuyi winced in pain as she rubbed him, turning his head and snapping, "What are you doing, using so much force?"
What are you doing? I want to rub you to death.
Meng Yu raised his fist, intending to punch him in the head several times.
Unfortunately, she was no match for him. She dared not confront him head-on and could only yield to his wishes by reducing her strength.
Lu Xiuyi said with dissatisfaction, "Are you tickling me? Tick harder."
Meng Yu glared at him through gritted teeth, gripping the towel tightly.
This time, Lu Xiuyi didn't speak again, but simply closed his eyes comfortably.
Meng Yu used to hear history teachers say that landlords who ate people without spitting out the bones were not only cruel and greedy, but also hypocritical and cunning, without any compassion, and were extremely selfish egoists.
Meng Yu now feels that these words are the most appropriate way to describe Lu Xiuyi.
But as she was wiping, Lu Xiuyi suddenly turned his head and snatched the towel from her hand, saying in a hoarse voice, "Clumsy, you can't even wipe your body properly. Alright, you can get out!"
Meng Yu felt confused, but she didn't want to ask any more questions. It was better not to have to serve him; she could take the opportunity to rest.
***
The steam was thick with mist. Lu Xiuyi rested for a while before recovering. Once the protrusion had subsided, he lost interest in staying in the bathtub. He got up, dried himself, put on his undergarments, and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of something on the tray. He picked it up and recognized it as Meng Yu's notebook.
Lu Xiuyi was curious and flipped through a few pages, but the more he read, the more gloomy his expression became.
As Meng Yu walked to the door, she cursed Lu Xiuyi inwardly for his fickle personality, saying whatever hurtful things he could think of.
After talking for a while, she suddenly felt a lightness in her chest. She touched her chest and realized that the notebook she always carried with her had been left in the inner room.
Without Lu Xiuyi's instructions, Meng Yu really didn't want to step into the inner room again. But it wouldn't have mattered if it were anything else, but it was that notebook with those disgusting words written on it.
Without thinking twice, Meng Yu immediately turned around, wanting to rush in and get the notebook back. But as soon as she turned around, she bumped into something hard and was instantly thrown to the ground.
A pair of large hands caught her waist just in time and pulled her into their arms.
Meng Yu's head was spinning from the impact, and a faint fragrance suddenly wafted into her nostrils. She looked up along the slightly open chest.
Lu Xiuyi's dark face suddenly came into view.
Meng Yu was startled by his murderous gaze and hurriedly tried to break free from his embrace.
Lu Xiuyi hugged her even tighter, and Meng Yu became even more frightened and confused. She was about to raise her hand to ask him what he wanted to do.
He raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back. His rough fingertips caressed her chin as he spoke softly, "I didn't expect you to be so skilled in bed, despite your inexperience. You must have seen quite a few erotic pictures. Perfect, I'm not good at lovemaking, so why don't you teach me?"
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