0047 The Golden Hairpin (Part 1)
After the second time, Shu Fu was completely exhausted. She lay on her side at the inner end of the bed, like a fish out of water, her red lips slightly parted, gasping for breath.
The boy reached out from behind again, his hand crossing her concave waistline, caressing her smooth skin as it climbed upwards, taking another breast into his palm and pressing it intermittently.
He held her close, her back pressed seamlessly against his muscular chest and waist. With every movement, she felt his penis, which had just ejaculated twice, sinking between her soft, supple buttocks, rubbing against the edge of her slit with the lubricating fluid, showing signs of arousal.
Shufu broke down in tears, tearing his hands away from her chest and turning to look at him through her tears: "I don't want to anymore, if we do it again, I'll really break..."
She shifted her body to the side, burying herself completely in the quilt, trying to avoid the other person's caresses.
Zhan Yaoguang paused, looking at her hesitantly: "...Aren't you happy?"
"It was fun at first, but then you got too rough, I couldn't take it..." The girl looked at him with her dark eyes, stretched her legs out from under the covers, and slightly parted them to reveal a bright red slit. "Look, isn't it chafed inside..."
He glanced at it quickly, then blushed and whispered, "I'm sorry... I'll know from now on..."
"Shall I take you to take a bath?" He rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand and looked at her expectantly.
Shufu had no reason to refuse, so she had no choice but to let him carry her to the bathroom next door.
But she was really exhausted today. First, she went out of the city to welcome her grandmother back, then she endured the royal banquet with restraint, and finally she had experienced two such intense love affairs. Now, as she was soaked in the warm water in the bathtub, a gentle sleepiness gradually crept in.
Before long, she stopped wiping her body, nodded, and fell into a deep sleep on Zhan Yaoguang's body.
Zhan Yaoguang felt a weight on his shoulder, and when he turned his head slightly, he saw the girl's blushing face pressed against his back. So he simply turned around and pulled her completely into his arms.
The boy looked down at the beautiful girl sleeping in her sleep, feeling a deep tenderness in his heart, and knew that he could never love her enough.
He bent down and planted a loud kiss on her soft cheek before continuing to wash them, completely satisfied.
...
After he changed and washed the soiled bedding following the same procedure as after their last intimate encounter, the waning moon outside the window was almost drowning in the heavy darkness of the night.
He lay in bed for a while, but his energy remained undiminished, as if surrounded by a fiery dragon, making him restless and agitated. He simply got out of bed, changed into some amateur clothes, opened the window, and leaped out.
Zhan Yaoguang found the tallest tree in front of the Spring Festival Gala Building. He lay on his back, his hands behind his head, and through the gnarled and slender branches and one or two newly sprouted buds, he glimpsed a thin, bright white moonlight, hazy and lovely.
He was still young at heart, and thinking of the ambiguous entanglement not long ago, he couldn't help but let a smile grow in his eyes, and fragmented sounds spread from his throat.
He had never formally learned how to sing those folk songs from his own clan, but he had absorbed quite a bit from listening to them. He also had a naturally beautiful voice, and when he hummed them out of tune, it was surprisingly moving.
The boy stretched out his hand and aimlessly sketched in the air for a moment, as if he were shattering all the moonlight and melting it into his hand.
Afu and he were of one mind; it was truly wonderful.
If those people from the clan hadn't interfered, things might have been even better.
Thinking of this, Zhan Yaoguang sat up abruptly, a look of restlessness and irritability settling between his brows. After a moment of contemplation, he stood up and, with a few light leaps and bounds, silently left the Shu residence like a nimble crane.
...
As night approached, a chill ran through the air as the wooden clapper struck.
The boy moved nimbly, stepping on walls and eaves, and followed his memory to find the house rented by the Zhan clan in Longzhengfang.
The house was not very spacious, only about two courtyards in size. Since the tenants did not plan to stay for long, the two excellent courtyards were used as storage areas for miscellaneous items.
Zhan Yaoguang glanced around and found it utterly chaotic, with almost no room to put his feet down. Fortunately, there was a neat locust tree planted in the courtyard, and he immediately chose to perch on it.
At that time, the stars were bright and the moon was dim, and occasionally a vicious dog would bark in the alley, while sparrows chirped incessantly.
The boy walked around the eaves for a while until he heard some murmurs coming from a small house in the east wing, at which point he finally locked onto his target.
He walked straight to the window and tapped twice on the window frame with his fingers.
The faint murmurs inside the room paused for a moment, and as soon as Zhan Yaoguang stopped knocking on the window, the snoring resumed intermittently.
He frowned, then picked up a small pebble from the ground and threw it through the gap between the window lattice. It hit the crossbar of the four-poster bed inside the room with a dull thud.
"who!"
The young man, who was sleeping soundly in the room, was completely awakened by the noise. He slipped on his soft shoes and rushed to the window, pulled off the wooden bolt, and pushed the window open.
Zhan Yaoguang frowned and took half a step back, standing neatly in a pool of shimmering moonlight.
"Tenth, thirteenth brother..."
This young man was none other than Zhan Yinyuan, Zhan Yaoguang's closest cousin in the past. He did not expect that Zhan Yaoguang, who had been on the run and missing for a long time, would come to knock on his window in the middle of the night. He was speechless for a moment and called out to him in a stammering voice.
Zhan Yaoguang nodded, about to say something, when she saw Zhan Yinyuan's eyes narrow, as if he had suddenly come to his senses, and he raised his voice to shout, "Zhan—"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhan Yaoguang swiftly covered his mouth.
"You want to call Sister Zhanqing and the others to capture me?" the boy asked threateningly.
With his mouth gagged, Zhan Yinyuan could only look at him and nod honestly.
“You heartless little fifteenth, I’ve protected you since you were a child, but now it seems I should have protected A-Guang instead. At least when I left the village that day, A-Guang knew to restrain the other guard dogs for me and kept them from barking,” Zhan Yaoguang let go of his hand, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow at him. “If you want to bark, then bark. Let’s see if they wake up faster or I can leave faster.”
Zhan Yinyuan had regained his composure by now, knowing that his thirteenth brother was no ordinary man. Even if others forced him to do something he didn't want to do, he would always find another way to get out of it.
For example, the clan instructed them to bring Zhan Yaoguang back this time, but if he hadn't come to them today, they really wouldn't have been able to determine where he was hiding in Chang'an City for the time being.
Zhan Yinyuan quickly made up his mind which side to take. He secretly glanced at Zhan Yaoguang, then fawned over her and hugged her arm.
"Who said I was going to shout? I'm not going to shout," he chuckled. "I was just waking up and my mind wasn't clear yet, so please don't blame me, Brother Thirteen. Brother Thirteen and I are the closest of friends in the world, and I didn't want to be brought out like this!"
“Their plan was to use me to soften your heart, Brother Thirteen, but what I was thinking was to be your inside man,” Zhan Yinyuan said. He found a wooden pestle and used it to prop up the window before inviting Zhan Yaoguang in. “Brother Thirteen, come in and sit down. I’ll make you some water…”
He originally wanted to say "make tea," but then he thought that making tea would require setting up a stove to boil water, which would be quite a lot of work and might wake up Zhan Qing and the others. So he changed his mind and said "water" instead of "tea."
Zhan Yaoguang climbed into the room and, using the dappled moonlight filtering through the window, found a table and sat down: "No need to trouble yourself. I only have two things to say to you, and I'll leave immediately after I've said them."
Zhan Yinyuan said "Oh," and then followed along eagerly, helping Zhan Yaoguang take out a candlestick from the cabinet, lighting it with a tinderbox and placing it on the table.
"What does Brother Thirteen want me to do? Actually, let alone two things, even if it were twenty or two hundred, I would..."
Zhan Yaoguang rolled her eyes at him and interrupted him, "Stop talking nonsense. Come and find me two sheets of Xuan paper and grind some ink. I need to write a letter to my grandmother."
Zhan Yinyuan crouched down and searched through the boxes under the bed for a long time without finding anything before belatedly turning around to look at Zhan Yaoguang.
“Thirteenth Brother, have you forgotten? We are not the refined people of the Central Plains. Who would carry writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones to add weight when traveling far away?”
Zhan Yaoguang: "..."
Spending so much time with Shufu, he almost started to think of himself as some kind of cultured person who never puts down his pen and paper.
He sighed: "Then get me a clean piece of cloth, and I'll go outside and find a dry twig, burn it until it's blackened, and use it as a pen."
After the cloth was laid out, Zhan Yaoguang, holding the burnt twigs, recounted a few interesting things he had seen and heard along the way. When he got to the part about Shufu, he paused for a long while, then finally blushed and picked up his pen to write—
"In Chang'an, I saw a young woman, bright and lovely, and I was very pleased."
He still felt it wasn't enough, so he added another identical "very happy" after the last "very happy".
Zhan Yaoguang stared at the two "very happy" characters side by side for a while, still not satisfied, so he picked up his pen and wrote six more, filling the remaining space in the line to the brim, finally expressing his inexpressible joy.
He thought that now his grandmother could finally see his true feelings. Since she was going to send him to Dali as a "marriage proposal prince," she might as well give him to Shufu instead.
Originally, the plan was to choose a noblewoman from among the noble families of Chang'an and then marry her to him. So, perhaps Afu would be a better choice.
As soon as Zhan Yaoguang paused writing, Zhan Yinyuan craned his neck to look, but Zhan Yaoguang covered his eyes with a palm, forcing him to turn his head away.
“This is the first thing,” Zhan Yaoguang folded the plain cloth covered with ink writing and stuffed it into Zhan Yinyuan’s arms. “You send a carrier pigeon from your clan to deliver this letter to your grandmother as soon as possible. Do not delay.”
Zhan Yinyuan used a lot of strength to pull his hand away. The young man looked at the thin wad of soft cloth in his arms and felt a sense of grievance that the brotherly affection between them was growing increasingly distant.
“I understand… So what is the second thing?” Zhan Yinyuan asked, his eyes lowered.
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Feifei's first letter GET√, there's a second one coming, and the content is also something I really like.
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