Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Taming, Cabin
While the person in charge has been appointed, those who will carry out his duties must also be carefully selected. As the annals of past dynasties record, history serves as a mirror: a thousand-mile dam can be breached by a single ant's carelessness. We must never repeat the same mistake.
Within the Imperial City, east of the palace walls, stood a cluster of palaces, their eaves and brackets adorning the walls. This was the headquarters of the Secretariat, the government overseeing the nation's affairs. Guards patrolled the area closely, and within it lay hundreds of officials and clerks from various departments, all busy processing documents from the six ministries and coordinating national affairs.
All those who can work here are talented and have passed the imperial examinations. They are the pillars on which the court relies.
Before he entered the office, the Weiwei came forward to greet him. When he entered, all the officials bowed and saluted.
As soon as he left the Imperial Palace, Qin Jingyao dispatched a courier to summon officials from various departments to the capital for a meeting. To ensure efficient and effective government orders, all government offices were located near the palace.
While ordering his subordinates to present the canal construction files, he also ordered tea to be prepared. Even before the tea was ready, he had already drawn out the names and characters, carefully examining them one by one. By the time his tea was finished, he had a plan in mind. He called his clerk to write, made some minor adjustments, and dictated it into a book.
Just at this moment, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and officials from various departments arrived.
This matter had already been discussed at court and approved by all the ministries, so Qin Jingyao didn't elaborate further. He simply read out the emperor's decree and ordered Yu Wenyuan to come forward to receive it. He then turned and sat down, his eagle eyes scanning the crowd as he spoke in a deep voice, "Construction on the Yunze Canal will commence immediately. All six ministries and departments must collaborate on this important task and ensure no delays."
He then stood up, bowed, and spoke in a resounding voice, "The construction of the Yunze Canal is a major national initiative, benefiting the country and the people, and its achievements will last for generations to come. We must live up to the trust of the Emperor and the important responsibility of the country, and we have a clear conscience. I wish to encourage you all to do the same."
Everyone stood up, bowed from afar towards the Golden Throne Hall, then turned to the head, bowed and clasped their hands, and said in unison: "We, your humble servants, will faithfully follow Your Majesty's orders and serve the country and the people with a clear conscience. Let us encourage each other."
According to historical records, on August 3, the 33rd year of the Chengping reign of the Sheng Dynasty, Minister of the Chancellery, Tan Jingyao, received imperial orders and summoned officials from six ministries to the capital hall to instruct them to begin construction of the Yunze Canal. Yu Wenyuan, Assistant Minister of Works, was appointed General Supervisor of the Canal, and Liu Jingshan, Assistant Governor-General, was appointed Military Supervisor. Construction of the Yunze Canal began that day.
That day, the imperial court, which had always operated as meticulously as a finely crafted waterwheel, suddenly seemed to have its engine revved up, transforming into a massive wheel that spun relentlessly. Fast horses and urgent letters raced from the capital to all directions.
The clamor outside was not enough to disturb the noble families and the inner courts. However, such important news would eventually reach the various government offices sooner or later.
Yesterday, Lan Nongnong was so frightened and furious that she completely forgot that she was traveling with someone else. Whether Wang Yingzi had brought her to meet the aunts intentionally or not, it was ultimately his fault.
Neglecting her friend was a mistake, a breach of etiquette. Furthermore, she was pregnant, so she hurriedly wrote a letter and sent a messenger to express her gratitude, finishing her breakfast hastily before personally apologizing. Fortunately, Yingzi's sister was as magnanimous as the sea, understanding her turbulent feelings at reuniting with her family. She held no grudges, and instead, smilingly, said she had arrived just in time, arm in arm with her as they admired the scenery of the mansion garden.
"...We are both unsophisticated people, and there are no orchids, or exotic flowers or plants in our mansion; the scenery is rather ordinary. However, we do have a spacious training ground. On weekdays, when I'm not leaving the mansion, I ride here, play cuju and balls with the maids and servants, and compete in archery."
Wang Yingzi was so excited that she almost asked her to ride with her. Fortunately, she remembered the man's instructions: "Don't let animals get close." She quickly changed the subject: "I originally wanted to invite Nongnong to my house to play Cuju together in the future. Unfortunately, I'm not feeling well now, so I can only accompany you for a casual walk like this."
"Sister Yingzi, why do you say that? Now that you are pregnant, your health should be your priority. Once you have a safe birth and are healthy again, I will be there to play with you anytime."
Lan Nongnong held her arm and deliberately slowed down his pace. Seeing beads of sweat on her temples, he stopped her and gently wiped them with a silk handkerchief, frowning slightly with concern in his eyes.
"It's all my fault for being late. The sun is blazing hot right now, and I'm making you suffer. Pregnant women shouldn't be tired. Why don't we call a sedan chair to take you back to your room to rest?"
Wang Yingzi didn't feel tired, but she was experiencing an unbearable heatwave after her pregnancy. She had always been healthy, and if it weren't for her heat intolerance, she would have been no different from usual. Furthermore, the nurse sent by her parents had said that after a woman's pregnancy is stable, she should move around more often to strengthen herself for a normal birth.
However, seeing her cautious face and concern in her clear eyes, my heart immediately softened.
Lan Nongnong had no intention of disturbing her rest, but Wang Yingzi insisted on keeping her. She suffered from the heat, but Lan Nongnong could not stand the cold. Fortunately, although Fu's mansion did not have any special sights, it had rockery, strange rocks, pavilions and waterside terraces.
Wang Yingzi ultimately refused to ride in a sedan chair, and since it was unnatural for the host to ride in a sedan chair while the guests walked, the two of them went to a nearby five-cornered green-tiled pavilion to rest.
The bamboo curtains are rolled up high, and the view is transparent on all sides. The red-pillared corridors are winding on the left and right. There is a winding pebble path in front and a gurgling water under a small bridge in the back. Such a scenery can't be described as "ordinary" in any way.
The maid stood quietly in a corner, fanning the left side to cool down.
"...For a quiet and elegant place at this time of year, there's nothing better than boating and picking lotus flowers. West of the city stands a lotus farm, within which lies a vast lotus lake. The lotus flowers, pink, white, orange, and yellow, are a breathtaking sight. The lotus pods are dense, each larger than a palm, and the seeds are plump and delicious, making them a refreshing snack or a great addition to tea or porridge."
"That was a private garden, and I was lucky enough to enter it once. But it's okay. Since that day, I've sent people to deliver invitations and gifts every day. Although I haven't accepted them, my hard work has paid off. I really agreed to my one-day appointment. If Nong Nong is free tomorrow, how about going boating and picking lotus flowers with me?"
The sweet and refreshing lotus seeds, the rare pink, white, yellow and orange lotus flowers—once seen, I'm sure you'll never forget them. But when she left, her heart and eyes were filled with longing, and even the most beautiful scenery seemed to pale in comparison.
Having once been laughed at for swallowing a lotus seed whole due to her impatience, it seemed as if only now could she taste the core. Bitterness spread from the depths of her heart, instantly filling her mouth and causing a throbbing pain on both sides of her forehead. Lan Nongnong couldn't respond immediately, fearing that if she opened her mouth, she would vomit uncontrollably.
Just then, a servant brought a message. Wang Yingzi tilted her head to listen, missing her momentary loss of composure. When she turned back excitedly after hearing the news, Lan Nongnong was already being cared for by Biyu, and her face was as usual.
Throughout history, canal construction has been a remarkable achievement. Even high-ranking officials, despite living in luxurious surroundings, understand the suffering of the people. Even those in the inner chambers of the government would be proud of such a great undertaking, benefiting the people.
Moreover, any great achievement must be the path to a great success. Putting aside the Fu family's ambitions, the Wang family had intended to send their only son, Wang Yinghuan, into the project since Yunzequ proposed it.
However, the powerful in Beijing and even the local tyrants have long since set their sights on this unparalleled avenue for gilding the fortunes of their clansmen. Over the past few years, money and connections have become increasingly prominent.
But this position was a rarity, and since it was a matter of national importance, it required a rigorous screening process to select the best candidates. The top seats had already been secured by senior officials in the court.
With the power of the royal palace, securing a mid-level position shouldn't be difficult. However, even the best iron must be forged. As the family's only son, Wang Yinghuan was naturally pampered. While far from a playboy, he had already joined the city guards, possessing exceptional skills and diligence, making him a promising young man. However, this time, he was competing against the most talented individuals carefully cultivated by the world's aristocratic families.
The Sheng Dynasty enjoyed peace for nearly a hundred years, and since great chaos in the world had never been able to shake the foundation of the aristocratic families, countless aristocratic families with profound roots were nurtured during this period.
Unless they are exceptional, the rest are mediocre. Therefore, Wang Yinghuan was rejected the first time around. It wasn't that he wasn't outstanding enough, but rather that there were so many talented and strong people.
If I were to force myself to participate, I'd probably only be able to serve as a minor official, doing chores and running errands. However, this was an unusual matter, and hard work alone wouldn't allow me to stand out and come out on top.
Who among those who went there wasn't eager to show off their skills? If they were already lagging behind at the beginning, how could they possibly rise against the current later?
Therefore, knowing that even if this trip was recorded in history, he would only become an unknown person among the masses, which would be of no benefit to his official career and would waste several years of time, the Wang family gave up this idea after weighing the pros and cons.
However, things took a surprising turn, which could be considered a blessing in disguise.
Last year, Wang Yinghuan unknowingly offended the Minister of the Chancellery and was sent out of the capital on an official mission, unable to return even for the New Year holidays. The Wang family dared not publicly comment, but how could they not feel resentment when their precious child was alone in a foreign land, unknown to anyone?
Fortunately, the man had ambitions to travel far and wide. His handwriting, as observed in his family letters, grew more composed the longer he was away. Secret inquiries back home revealed his diligence and excellence in all matters. Thus, the Wang family shifted from resentment to gratitude, feeling deeply grateful to the Shangshu Ling.
Unexpectedly, Wang Yinghuan was appreciated for his experience and was promoted to the position he had originally wanted in his family. This was a great blessing from heaven, and the people in the palace were celebrating with their hands clapping.
Although the Wang and Fu families were powerful, there were still people above them. Even if Wang Yinghuan became more successful, the two families would be powerless to influence the decision of the list.
Therefore, those who know the truth know clearly who was behind this incident.
Wang Yingzi's face was full of joy. She looked at the calm and confused woman opposite her. She thought that their palace was in great fortune this time.
I don't know where to start expressing my gratitude, and I feel even more guilty.
I visited her a few days ago, firstly to reunite with her after a long separation, and secondly to receive orders from the Minister of the Chancellery.
Although she knew about Nong Nong and Ling Gong's affair, she didn't know the details and was quite disgusted with his actions. If the other party was weaker than the Wang and Fu families, she would definitely not stand idly by.
However, the truth of this world is that power is respected.
The Shangshu Ling is so powerful that even those high-ranking officials in the court who are respected and admired by everyone have to lower their proud heads, let alone her?
But now, she hadn't done anything, yet she was already receiving such a favor. Thinking of this, her joy faded a little.
In the mansions of the rich, it's like natural selection, survival of the fittest. Since there's no escape, all you can do is adapt. Putting aside the coercion, the Shangshu Ling treated Nong Nong with great care, showing him the utmost respect and favor.
But doting alone can't last forever. Unlike Nong Nong, who doesn't have a family to rely on, there's no way out. Since he can't retreat, he can only advance.
Although Shang Shuling had no parents-in-law, he did have the Empress as his aunt. It was clear from the last palace banquet that the Empress was dissatisfied with Nong Nong, but she turned a blind eye because she didn't address her as "Lady Ling Gong."
A newlywed bride is supposed to offer tea to her elders upon her wedding. Nong Nong, without the title "Lady Linggong," was still officially Yao's wife, and therefore could not enter the palace to perform this ritual. Thus, her status was not recognized by the emperor and empress. In the eyes of the other women in the imperial household, Nong Nong, despite bearing the title of Madam, was like a rootless duckweed, a mirage.
Now that she has the Shangshu Ling as her protector, no one dares to disrespect her. But if the day comes when the favor gradually fades, Nong Nong will be left with no place to stand.
Thinking of this, Wang Yingzi suddenly had an idea. Nong Nong had no relatives to rely on, and she was indebted to the Wang Mansion. If she was adopted as a daughter, her family would have no objection.
But then he changed his mind and shook his head secretly.
Nong Nong was now the wife of Duke Ling, and even though her status wasn't official, it was known to everyone. The mistresses and mistresses of the Qin residence didn't dare to act as their elders and overpower the Minister of the Chancellery. If her palace rashly acknowledged her as a relative and treated herself as the wife of Duke Ling's family, the Minister of the Chancellery would be intimidated by the accusations of shamelessness and opportunism, and the spit he'd pour would drown him.
She shook her head, thinking that this was inappropriate, but then changed her mind. Since she couldn't let it go in public, she would keep it in mind. If Nong Nong encountered any trouble in the future, the palace would not stand idly by.
Now, as long as Nong Nong gives birth to a child, she will have children by her side. No matter what happens in the future, she will always have someone to rely on.
After her worries were put to rest, Wang Yingzi felt dry in the mouth. She drank two cups of tea to catch her breath. Then she realized that she had left him alone for a long time. She apologized with a smile: "Nongnong came to my house, but I was so happy to hear the news that I neglected you."
After saying this, he raised his hand and took the teapot, wanting to pour tea himself to apologize.
She was pregnant and had just rested, so how could Lan Nongnong burden her with work? Besides, it wasn't a big deal, so why did she make such a fuss? He quickly raised his hand to stop her, laughing, "Sister Yingzi just told me not to take it to heart, but why are you taking it to heart now? I don't know what good news you have, but I think it's a good thing. So, I'll congratulate you first."
It is so refreshing to be with like-minded people.
Being too formal will make you seem distant and petty.
Wang Yingzi then withdrew her tea and asked the maid to add more tea. She smiled and said, "How thick is it? Do you know Yunzequ?"
Lan Nongnong hadn't known this before. She had lived in Yuqing since arriving. It was a picturesque place, a pleasant place to live, with people living and working in peace and contentment. Besides the trivialities of daily life, they often talked about anecdotes about celebrities, the achievements of dignitaries, and their romantic exploits.
The Yunze Canal was a major event for both the nation and its people, but things don't last forever. By the time she arrived, the Yunze Canal's popularity had faded. Perhaps someone had mentioned it before, but she hadn't paid any attention.
After all, common people were isolated from the news and could only learn a few things from others. If they wanted to get a glimpse of the major events of the country, they had no way to find out. The books she had read in the past two years were mostly historical records and local chronicles.
While she was lost in thought, a servant brought news. Lan Nongnong listened to Biyu's detailed account of the origins of the Yunze Canal.
Furthermore, since Fu Mansion has received the letter, the Shangshu Ling Mansion will only know more details. Qin Jingyao knew that she was going out today and would not allow her to be looked down upon. Not only would he let her know, but he would also give her more than others within the scope of what he could say.
Lan Nongnong pondered for a moment, then nodded, "I've heard a little bit about it. Although I'm not familiar with national politics, I know the northwest has been suffering from drought for a long time. Although the construction of the Yunze Canal will take several years, it will give the people hope and benefit future generations. I heard that the remuneration for this recruitment is generous, and the supervision by the construction is the upright Lord Yu and Lord Liu. I believe the project will be completed smoothly and live up to everyone's expectations."
Their few previous conversations had nothing to do with state affairs, but Wang Yingzi had never expected that an orphan like her could have such insights into state affairs, and she immediately gained even greater respect for her.
"Nong Nong just asked me what good news I had. It was that my younger brother was entrusted with an important task and sent to the northwest to serve the Yunze Canal."
Lan Nongnong was delighted to hear this. Although still a student, she had participated in school activities before. Furthermore, both her parents worked within the government, so she knew how beneficial participating in such a national project would be for her career.
She was taught from a young age that talent has nothing to do with gender, and that it is only based on ability that matters. However, in this world where men rule, even if a woman has a family background, talent, and beauty, and has the ability to manage a family, a shop, a clan, or even a large business as well as a man,
The secular law also gives women a relatively lenient living space, but it does not give women the legitimate and open right of inheritance.
Except in front of him, Lan Nongnong had never truly felt the oppression of this era. She also did not think that she was superior to others because of her knowledge and ideas gained by standing on the shoulders of giants, and she did not want to stir up any waves.
Outdated ideas will not enlighten people, but will only be regarded as evil. The most painful thing is to be aware of the situation but unable to do anything about it.
In Sister Yingzi's family, only her brother's lineage remains. If he has a successful career and a well-established family background, it would be of great benefit to Sister Yingzi.
"Prince Wang must be exceptionally talented to be entrusted with such an important task of serving the country. He will surely rise to great heights in the future. Such a joyous occasion is truly a great pleasure."
Everyone loves to hear good words, especially when the speaker's expression is sincere and his gaze is firm, without any deliberate flattery. Wang Yingzi smiled broadly, but still humbly said "thank you" and "I have lived up to the trust of the court."
Pregnant women often tire easily, and even someone as healthy as Wang Yingzi couldn't avoid it. A hint of fatigue appeared between her brows. Seeing this, Lan Nongnong didn't dare to disturb her any further and stood up to take her leave.
Wang Yingzi didn't try to keep her, but simply reached across the tea table and grabbed her, dismissing the attendants. Biyu and the others, upon receiving the signal, bowed and retreated to the front of the pavilion to await further orders.
Lan Nongnong breathed a sigh of relief, clasped her hands back, looked at her with a smile, and replied in a low voice: "Sister, if you have something to say, you can say it."
Wang Yingzi then calmed down and said seriously, "The relationship between husband and wife is like drinking water; only they know whether it's hot or cold, and outsiders shouldn't interfere. However, whether life is good or not ultimately depends on what you want. A husband's love and consideration are a wife's pride. But being able to stand firm and hold all the chips in hand is the foundation."
After a brief pause, he changed the subject, smiling again. "When I was ten, I begged my father for a horse. He chose a one-year-old red pony. It had the blood of a thousand miles and was extremely arrogant. But since I wanted it, I had to tame it myself. I still remember trying everything: scolding, whipping, depriving it of water and food, but nothing worked. It tossed me off several times, dislocating my wrist, cracking my ribs, and leaving me with a bloody head. My face was covered in bruises. How important is a woman's dignity? My mother threatened to kill it and find me a docile one."
"In fact, later on, I can't remember whether I was obsessed with the little red horse because I loved it or because I was reluctant to give up. I just thought about how much effort I had put into it, how much blood and body I had lost, and how I was almost disfigured. How could I give up halfway?"
As she spoke, her smile faded. She looked at the woman opposite her, whose expression was slightly disturbed, and asked, "Nong Nong, guess, did I finally tame that little red horse?"
Lan Nongnong couldn't help but identify with the situation. Her face suddenly felt like it was on fire, and the blood vessels in her brain were throbbing, as if they would burst at any moment. She couldn't remember if she said anything, but she felt a sudden sting in her fingers being held. Her eyes suddenly focused as she listened to what she said.
"Now I am twenty-three, and the little red horse is thirteen, having grown into a tall, agile, and strong red horse."
"All things are spiritual, and they understand the survival of the fittest. Perhaps because it knows it can't escape, it's not as wild and unruly as it was at first, but it's just usually too lazy to pay attention to me. I still have to carefully feed it my favorite fodder every day, and I have people take good care of it. Sometimes I even wash and comb its fur myself. I don't want it to get bored or sick, so I often take it out for a ride."
"So, it's in a good mood, so it's kind enough to let me ride its fine horse, which has a thousand-mile bloodline and can run at lightning speed. Once I get a little taste of it, I feel that all the effort I've put in before is worth it. So, I pay even more attention to it, and I'm flattered and overwhelmed."
"There are thousands of fine horses in the world, but he is unique. There is no other horse I would be willing to devote so much effort to. Now, I can no longer tell whether I tamed him or he tamed me."
After a long speech, Wang Yingzi breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully: "You have such a deep and delicate mind, I think you should have some insights."
The tea on the table had gone cold, the sun was setting in the west, and the pavilion was completely immersed in darkness.
The heat on her face gradually faded, and Lan Nongnong suddenly felt a chill, her eyes flickering slightly. She took a deep breath, slowly curled her lips and nodded, "I've taken your words to heart, sister, and will definitely consider them carefully."
Wang Yingzi's heart suddenly relaxed, a look of relief on her face. She added earnestly, "Since the situation is irreversible, being alone is like a lone boat, unable to navigate the storm. However, if you have an anchor, it will be like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea. Even if the wind blows and the waves surge, you can still be as stable as a rock."
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After leaving Fu Mansion, Lan Nongnong was actually a little tired, but she didn't want to go back. He probably felt that he had grasped her weakness, as long as she was willing and allowed others to follow her, she would no longer be stopped from going out.
Perhaps inspired by the conversation just now, Lan Nongnong signaled for the carriage to head to West City's Lotus Manor to try her luck. As expected, the manor's gates were firmly shut, barring any outsiders. As she dismounted and tried to knock on the door, a guard stepped forward, knocking on it and handing over a business card for the concierge to examine.
The doorman immediately approached hurriedly as if startled, bowed deeply, his hands and head almost touching the ground, greeted, and then stepped aside, still bowing deeply, with one arm respectfully pointing to the door.
"I didn't know Madam was coming. We are sorry for not coming to greet you. Please come in quickly, Madam."
Only then did Lan Nongnong realize that this lotus pond originally belonged to him.
At the end of the Shen period, the sky was still bright.
Once inside, the gates closed behind me. Walking through the redwood veranda, the view suddenly opened up. Endless emerald lotus leaves formed a continuous expanse, shimmering in a translucent, iridescent halo amidst the shimmering waters, a breathtaking sight.
Lan Nongnong stared blankly, then walked forward. A graceful peach-pink bud grew just beyond the railing, standing proudly alone, blooming freely, completely unaware of the danger it faced.
People in the fence can easily pick them up with just a raise of their hands.
A delicate hand with light pink fingertips gently touched the petals, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether the hand was more delicate or the flower was more gorgeous.
The servants who served closely knew that the lady did not marry the master willingly. After the marriage, she was favored by the master, but she was weak and frail, so she stayed in bed most of the time and rarely showed up.
Now, when they suddenly saw the beauty leaning against the railing and playing with flowers, her face was as cold as ice, and when she lowered her brows, there was a hint of pity in her, and her holy and gentle demeanor made everyone dazed.
Lan Nongnong did not break off the branches, her eyes fell on the lotus lake, and she walked along.
The steward of the manor led the way respectfully, and the guards followed from a distance of several feet. Only six maids including Bi Yu came forward to serve, each holding a powder and lacquer box.
The corridor is built on the lotus lake. When people walk by, there is a muffled sound of footsteps, and the fragrant flower scent surrounds people, making people intoxicated.
Time seems to have passed in a flash.
The moisture transformed into a faint coolness that penetrated her neck, causing her to shiver slightly. A thin cloak was immediately thrown over her shoulders. She nodded in thanks and looked up at the sky, which was filled with orange and yellow, the setting sun molten gold.
Although outsiders were forbidden to enter the Lotus Manor, the boats tied to the porch showed daily care. The paint was spotless, the boats were neatly clad, and the whole boat had a warm, oily, wood-like sheen.
As soon as she climbed up the railing of the steps leading to the boat, someone hurriedly dissuaded her, "Madam, you can't do that!"
Biyu and Qingluo stepped forward, one on each side, seemingly holding her arms gently, with a hint of persuasion: "The lake air is chilly, and you can already feel the chill before you even get close to the water. How can that small boat withstand the cold air?"
"If Madam likes any lotus flower or lotus seed pod, the servants will go down and pick it for you. Madam, just point it out from the corridor."
Biyu sympathized with her, saying she hadn't been out for a long time and it was rare for her to have such a refined mood. Unwilling to spoil her mood, she smiled and said soothingly, "Madam, don't be disappointed. It's getting late today, and the air is chilly. We are afraid you'll catch a cold and feel unwell for many days. If you want to go boating, come back tomorrow when the sun is at its highest. We will not stop you."
Seeing this, Qingluo quickly responded.
A sudden inspiration is like a flash of inspiration, but if you miss it, it will be boring.
Lan Nongnong sighed silently and took a step back, only to bump into a warm wall. The next moment, a pair of arms enveloped her, her body still chilled by the thin cloak, and she was instantly enveloped in warmth.
A hoarse yet distinctive voice rang out from above: "It's rare for Nongnong to have such a refined time. How could I let you go home disappointed?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a small boat with a thick bottom and a cabin on top came from behind and stopped steadily at the boarding point.
Qin Jingyao draped a thick cloak over her head, then lifted her up and carried her down the steps. Biyu Qingluo boarded the boat to serve, while the others boarded another small boat, carrying their clothing and belongings, and followed her not too far away.
Only a ray of afterglow remained, and lanterns in the corridor of Lianzhuang gradually lit up, spreading a warm yellow glow.
As we entered the center of the lake, the chill grew even stronger. The boat brushed against shoulder-high stems and leaves, and the vibrant buds swayed gracefully in the breeze. The splashing water dropped before it could reach us.
Lan Nongnong had a cap on her head with the straps tied tightly at her chin. She was completely covered by him from behind, feeling warm all over, with only her little face exposed.
I took a deep breath, and the rich floral scent wrapped in a biting chill penetrated my lungs, and I couldn't help shivering.
Qin Jingyao gathered his arms around her, protecting her even tighter. He bent down to rub off a corner of her hood, and rubbed their cheeks against each other's ears. Warmth flowed from their skin, and the cool, tense jade muscles gradually softened.
He stood up, loosened his arm and poured her a cup of hot tea. He bent his elbow and held the steaming teacup to her lips. She could sip it as soon as she opened her lips, and it also dispelled the biting coldness around her nostrils.
The boat moved slowly, the sound of water breaking growing more muffled in the darkening sky. In the dim light, the flowers that had been so vibrant and beautiful just a moment ago lost their color.
Hearing a soft sigh, Qin Jingyao spoke softly, "The flowers here bloom for a hundred days, so don't be disappointed. If you didn't enjoy it today, I'll come back early tomorrow with Nongnong. It's getting late, so if Nongnong likes something, just tell me and I'll pick some for you and bring them back to the mansion, okay?"
After all, my state of mind is no longer what it used to be. In the past, I would have been filled with orchids and flowers, even though I had seen so many flowers. But now, after seeing so many, I am left with only a sense of emptiness.
She shook her head and said softly, "Just pick some lotus pods."
Qin Jingyao keenly noticed that her attitude had softened, his brows moved slightly, and he observed her expression carefully in the light of the boat. His heart suddenly felt warm, and then numb, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.
"My wife has given orders, and I, as a husband, shall obey."
The boat rocked gently, the bow swaying more violently. A tall figure rose steadily, carrying someone in his arms as he walked, his steps as firm as a rock.
After settling her in the cabin, where the fire had already been lit, the warmth was cozy. He still took off his warm coat and wrapped it around her, then poured her a full cup of hot tea, placing it firmly in her palm before stepping out.
Lan Nongnong held the cup in one hand, her fingertips flicking lightly, and the cold, fragrant outer layer slipped down. Perhaps the tea was made from local ingredients, and the first sip was filled with the refreshing fragrance of lotus, warming the lungs and leaving a lingering sweet aftertaste.
The door of the house faced the bow of the boat, and it was wide open. A man stood at the bow, wielding a hook, and from time to time he would swing it out, and with a "whoosh" he would reel in a large, plump lotus pod, visible from a distance.
Under the moonlit lotus shadows, he slowly approached, carrying a basket of lush, juicy lotus pods. His shoulders were broad, his arms tightly bound, and his long legs accentuated by a waistband. A gentle evening breeze blew his dark hair, lifting it slightly and sweeping the strands of black hair around his waist.
Elegant as clouds, handsome as jade.
The cabin was a little low, and he leaned in and raised his head. A face comparable to that of a banished immortal suddenly appeared, and the humble cabin was filled with glory.
A refreshing fragrance greeted her, but her vision suddenly darkened. Lan Nongnong instinctively leaned back, her neck falling into a palm, her lips teasingly embraced as if seeking a kiss. Just as she was about to speak, the other person took advantage, their tongue thrusting in, entwining and enveloping her, swallowing and plundering her.
She couldn't speak, only intermittent sobbing.
Her head swam, and the next moment she was sitting on his lap. The back of her neck relaxed slightly, and the scent of lotus flowers slid down her throat. She was breathless, unable to even utter a word of rebuke.
The man sitting on the bench had already buried his head in her delicate neck, rubbing it tenderly, laughing softly, as if he knew what she was thinking.
"Don't be upset, we are the only couple on the boat."
He suddenly coughed lightly, and his hot breath sprayed on her skin, burning Lan Nongnong so much that she couldn't help but tremble. She gasped and said angrily: "Are you horny? Even if there is no one here, you can't be here--" to indulge in lust!
The words were too much for Lan to bring out. She pushed his shoulder hard, planted her feet on the ground, and was about to stand, but felt a burning sensation on her back. A force pushed her back, and she sat back down heavily. Then her shoulder felt lighter, and her hot breath filled her chest.
Qin Jingyao grabbed her hand and stroked the wound on her neck, laughing softly, "I only regret that I can't be with Nongnong all the time. Because of this injury, the entire court has made a fool of itself today. Nongnong should also feel some pain for her husband."
An undercurrent suddenly arose in the center of the lake, where lotus leaves reached the sky. In the center, a black boat was made of solid materials and had fine workmanship. It only swayed slightly when cutting through the waves, but at this moment, it caused a dull sound in the cabin as if it could not bear the heavy weight.
The cabin was filled with lotus flowers, lotus seeds, and lotus tea, but the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the heat lingered. Sweat and tears intertwined, filling the air with a rich, subtle fragrance.
The room was small, the chairs and couches thin. Her frail body softened as soon as she moved, unable to sit or stand, her breathing trembling.
Qin Jingyao was reluctant to let her suffer, nor did he want to miss a single detail. Layers of expensive clothes lay on the couch, which was short and narrow, only wide enough for her to lie flat with her knees dangling.
With a stretch of his long arms, the small couch against the wall made room. The kiss started from the woman's forehead, passed between her eyebrows, wet her eyes with tears, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. It lingered on her plump lips, then lingered, and then moved down -
This wasn't the first time this had happened, and Lan Nongnong still couldn't bear it, feeling even more ashamed and angry. Suddenly, she shuddered, her breath choking, tears welling up in her eyes. Her body arched up, but her legs were held firmly down.
She supported herself with one arm and pushed him away with the other, grabbing his hair and pulling it back, but he suddenly moved closer, as if she was actively trying to get close to him.
Suddenly her whole body went limp, Lan Nongnong could no longer hold on and was unable to control herself, so she fell down and gasped for breath.
Qin Jingyao raised his head, his tall nose tip was wet and shiny, his lips were even more moist, and his eyes were fixed on the pure and seductive woman like a hawk hunting. He could no longer bear it---
Lan Nongnong was helpless, with nowhere to rest her hands. She was afraid of falling, so even without him forcing her, she could only hold onto his shoulders. She turned her head away, unwilling to look him in the eye, only to see the light cast on the wall, illuminating the two of them.
He closed his eyes to avoid the sound, but the slightly hoarse breathing became clearer.
Resistance would only lead to more ferocious demands. In such matters, she could only submit and endure.
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The side of his cheek rubbed against the cool and smooth satin, leaving a crimson mark. He bit his swollen lips tightly, swallowing down the thought of begging for mercy.
The boat seemed to be rocking endlessly, making her head spin. Her teeth were loose and the sound was overflowing, the boat was rolling and capsizing endlessly, without end.
Qin Jingyao was taking medication, and the toxins in his body had not yet been cleared, so he could not indulge in sexual activity. Even when passion was at its peak, he had to withdraw after two times. Fearing that she would be injured, he endured the bulging veins on his neck at the critical moment and still came out in time.
The room was in a state of disarray. He himself was fine, but he couldn't bear to see her suffer so hastily. He used a piece of soft satin worth a hundred gold coins as a towel, and then hastily cleaned her body, then wrapped the trembling woman in a crimson official robe.
The moon was bright and the stars were shining, the night was serene. Suddenly, a dark figure burst through the window of the boat, which had been calm just moments before, and plunged into the water with a thud. A few meters away, a small boat, waiting behind a lotus leaf, broke through the water and arrived.
Biyu Qingluo, holding clothes in her hands and accompanied by a servant carrying toiletries, stepped lightly onto the boat. She stopped in front of the cabin door without knocking.
A moment later, the hatch opened, and a rich, almost sticky, aroma filled the air. Everyone held their breath, bowed their heads, and dared not look any further. They placed their belongings on the table in front of the door and knelt before retreating.
Returning to the boat, I handed the rope to the boatman to secure it, lit the candle on the boat, and paddled the water to slowly approach the shore.
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Time flies, and the hot summer passes quietly.
The news of the Yunze Canal's construction was a hot topic in the streets, with a commotion raging. Even after the imperial inspector and a group of officials had left the capital several days ago, along with several carts of official silver, the public was still talking about it.
Lan Nongnong sat in the carriage. Wherever she passed, she saw crowds gathering, praising the court's achievements, envying the generous salaries of the canal workers in the northwest, and imagining the prosperity of the northwest in the future.
The windows were half-open, the gauze curtains drawn. Glancing out, one could see faces dancing with excitement as they spoke. Most of them wore plain clothes, bare ornaments, or perhaps a few pieces of gold or silver. Their faces were plain and weathered, etched with the wrinkles of toil.
These are the common people who hope for windfall fortunes, or for their children's success and advancement. Their expressions reveal a sense of regret for their current lives, a feeling of reluctance, or contentment, yet all hold sincere hopes for the future.
As one of them, Lan Nongnong naturally has her own hopes. She hopes to one day break free from her shackles, regain her freedom, and cast aside the past like a worn-out shoe. Then, the sky will be high, birds will fly freely, and the sea will be wide, fish will leap freely.
Although he still didn't know what the way out was, he believed that life was all about trying. He had taken sterilization medicine, which at least temporarily eliminated the worry of pregnancy.
The aunts were under his control. Although she said that one day she might no longer care, she knew in her heart that as long as she was still alive, she could not bear to see the aunts suffer because of her.
Not only her aunts, but even strangers, she could not bear this responsibility.
She wondered if her thoughts were truly saintly. Her parents and siblings were far away in another world, with no one to sympathize or enlighten her. Whether or not they were considered saintly, she simply had to live with her conscience and hold her head high.
Lan Nongnong also tried to think from another angle: although the aunts were under his control, they were not constrained, but rather secretly protected. The aunts were naturally indifferent, and their busy and leisure time were all spent in spiritual practice. They were no different in Yuqing than in the capital.
Sister Wen Niang had always intended to expand her business, and now that she has opened a shop in Beijing, she has finally achieved her wish.
Her own life now was not far from what she had hoped for. Her movements were no longer restricted, and as long as she could hold on, she could spend the whole day with her aunts.
She went shopping, visited friends, toured gardens, listened to operas, and had outings for fun. Whatever she wanted, she got what she wanted.
As long as she is willing to accept it and be content with it, everything she sees will be beautiful.
But Lan Nongnong knew better that if one accepted help from others, there would be no peace.
Even under her current so-called freedom, there were still many things she couldn't do: she couldn't stay out, she couldn't walk alone, she couldn't refuse love, she couldn't do this, she couldn't do that.
If there are so many things that are not allowed, how can we talk about freedom?
Not to mention that this so-called freedom now depended entirely on his willingness to grant it. Perhaps one day she would truly be able to break free from all constraints, and what she gained would not be more than what she desired now, but at that time, everything she thought and did would be guided by her free will.
She also disliked the idea of love, disliked his lack of restraint and his constant demands, and particularly resented his loss of control when he was forced to do so. More importantly, with her resistance built into her, she found every moment of his pleasure to be an ordeal.
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