0066 The Half-Immortal's Play (Part Two)
Shu Fu was overjoyed and sat up abruptly in bed, her eyes shining brightly. She reached out and lifted the bed curtains.
The young man stood alone a few steps away, dressed in a neat and elegant blue robe. He was tall and slender, with a strong waist, standing like a famous sword drawn from its sheath.
He was extremely handsome. When he was playing Zhan Yaoguang, he would always smile at her, appearing gentle and harmless. But today he was dressed as a wandering swordsman in cold clothes, so his eyes were cold and sharp, and his lips were not curved. He looked like a piece of cold white jade born from the moon, truly possessing the demeanor of a dashing and unrestrained swordsman.
Shu Fu looked at the boy in front of her, who was completely different from the past. Her heart pounded. She didn't even put on her shoes. She walked up to him in her silk stockings, which was exactly the same as the phrase in the biography, "She came out to greet him with her hair in a loose bun and a hairpin left behind".
"Young hero, you are so kind as to save my husband from danger. I am deeply grateful. Please do me the honor of coming into my residence to rest for a while. I will offer you wine and dishes as a token of my gratitude."
Although Shu Fu deliberately softened her voice, she couldn't quite capture the seductive softness of a woman; it still carried a touch of girlish gentleness. Her face was delicate, her eyes bright, and her thick, black hair cascaded down her neck, a few strands flowing down her loose, askew clothes and into her collar—
These clothes were torn off when he was acting foolishly.
At this moment, it hung vaguely in front of her, concealing a sliver of snow-white skin, almost visible but not quite.
She's so fair-skinned.
Why is it so white?
Zhan Yaoguang's eyes seemed to burn, and he subconsciously looked away. All he could hear was the rustling of bamboo, as if he had truly encountered the dark and long rain in the story.
He guessed what kind of story it was; the wandering knight in cold clothes was probably the one who fell in love with the beautiful young woman Yunniang at this time.
He was led by Shu Fu to sit in the tent, and the two remained silent for a moment.
This was also the first time Shufu had ever done this kind of pastime, and she didn't know what to do next.
She kept her head down, feeling awkward about taking Yao Guang's clothes since she and Han Yi were not familiar with each other in the story, so she could only tug at the hem of her skirt.
Fortunately, Zhan Yaoguang somehow produced two dice and placed them in her hand, indicating that she should throw them.
She held the two dice in her palm, and as instructed, threw them onto the quilt, landing a two and a four.
"six."
Zhan Yaoguang leaned over, picked out the sixth wooden plaque from a stack on her side, and handed it to her: "There are words on both sides of this. You look over there, and I'll look over here."
Shu Fu looked closely and saw that it said:
To express your gratitude for Hanyi's saving your husband, you should pour a cup of fine wine and personally feed it to Hanyi.
Should she...feed him alcohol?
She was a little shy, glanced at him gently, and said slowly, "Young hero, please sit for a moment. I have prepared some wine in the back room and will fetch it for you right away."
Shu Fu got off the bed and looked around the room. Sure enough, she found the exquisite silver pot filled with wine on the octagonal table in the outer room.
Zhan Yaoguang watched her departing figure, his fingers unconsciously sweeping across the cards again.
Shufu was unaware that the task the cards assigned him was to pretend to accidentally knock over the wine cup she offered him.
The girl carried the silver pot to the bedside, took out a cloisonné enamel-covered stemmed cup from the shelf on the bed, carefully poured half a finger's depth, and handed it to Zhan Yaoguang.
Looking at her curious and expectant gaze, Zhan Yaoguang hesitated for a moment, reluctant to spill the wine on her. He thought he might as well just take it and drink it down.
Just as he reached out to take it, Shu Fu suddenly cried out "Ah!" and with a flick of her wrist, spilled all the wine onto her lapel.
"What's wrong?" Zhan Yaoguang asked.
Shu Fu abruptly threw the cup back onto the shelf, glanced up at him, and said, "That thing is so strange. I just poured some warm wine into it, and the bottom of it started shaking, like something was rolling around. I was startled, so I spilled the wine."
Zhan Yaoguang reached out and touched the cup; it was indeed warm and flowing beneath his fingers.
He suddenly remembered hearing people in his clan say that there was a strange object called Mianling, about the size of a bean, made of molten copper on the outside and filled with mercury on the inside. When heated, it would swirl and roll, and was often used as a toy to enhance the pleasure of lovers.
This cup is probably made in the same way as Mianling's. The warm wine she just poured in caused the cup to vibrate, which startled her so much that she dropped the cup and got splashed with wine.
This Kuai Zai Pavilion is adept at reading people's hearts; they even guessed that he would be soft-hearted, and prepared all kinds of cups and saucers for him. No wonder they can raise such lecherous people.
Zhan Yaoguang secretly made a mental note of it and then earnestly told Shu Fu about the cups and saucers.
Shu Fu nodded, then whispered, "Wait for me, I'll go ask Miao Miao for a clean set of clothes... Although not much wine was spilled, it's still very uncomfortable to be soaked in."
She moved closer to the edge of the bed and bent down to put on her shoes, but unexpectedly someone grabbed her waist from behind and dragged her back onto the couch.
“Madam, please wait,” he called her by the name from the story. The young man blushed and stuffed the wooden plaque into her hand, showing her the side that belonged to him. He spoke quickly, “Your husband was caught in a mudslide on the way and was seriously injured and unconscious. He cannot be separated from his body for the time being… If you trust me, Madam, I have a way to relieve your worries immediately.”
These are the words written for him on the cards; he himself would never have said such things.
Shu Fu's ears burned. Before Zhan Yaoguang could pull away the wooden plaque, she quickly glanced at it. It was engraved with:
Please drink this fragrant wine.
But the wine was spilled all over her, how was he supposed to drink it?
A thought popped into her head, and her mind suddenly went blank.
Shu Fu looked at Zhan Yaoguang and saw that the boy's fingers had already moved to her waist and carefully rubbed it twice. She knew that he also understood the meaning of the cards.
What an indecent game!
She cursed inwardly, but it was too late to regret it.
The lukewarm wine seeped down inch by inch from her collar, soaking through her white silk robe until it became as thin as gauze. A glimpse of her fair skin was faintly visible beneath the fabric, fresh and white, making her appear as if she were sculpted from snow.
A layer of mist seemed to rise in Zhan Yaoguang's eyes, and he suddenly seemed a little stunned.
He imagined that in the story, Yangzhou was experiencing a continuous, gray rain.
Does Yangzhou have any waterways and ponds? What are they called again? Does such a spring-fed pool of water rise there?
The spring waters are so alluring, no wonder the chivalrous Han Yi was willing to drown in them.
He touched the thin rope tied around her waist and instinctively wondered if he could pull it off.
But then she thought that Hanyi was a quiet and reserved person and wouldn't ask Yunniang such a question, so she pursed her lips, applied a little force with her hand, and her bra sagged loosely.
"Ah," Shu Fu exclaimed, suddenly grabbing his sleeve. "The wine is flowing down, hurry up! If it gets there, you can't lick me like you did the other day."
The wine originally accumulated entirely in the crevices between the girl's tender breasts. The girl's breasts were round and full, and the bra held them together, thus slightly supporting the wine.
However, as her bodice tilted, her soft breasts trembled slightly, and the amber wine flowed in a thin stream, slowly seeping into her breasts, dripping down to her waist and abdomen.
The wine flowed extremely slowly, dripping gently, like a warm, smooth jade bead resting on her skin, held in place by a fingertip, playfully pressed against her chest, and then slowly rolled around.
Even though he hadn't kissed her yet, her cheeks and palms were burning hot, and her heart was pounding.
"Zhan..." She wanted to call his name and urge him on, but when she saw that the young man's eyes were dark and bright, and his lips were pressed tightly and flat, clearly resembling Han Yi, she changed her address and said softly, "Young hero, hurry up, lest my husband wake up."
Zhan Yaoguang hummed in response, and his burning kiss landed squarely on the girl's soft abdomen.
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