Chapter 108 World Five (Ten)
The first life.
As if immersed in a pool of warm water, Rong Zhao opened his eyes, his gaze met with a dazzling vermilion. After the firecrackers burned, the remaining red paper scraps were trampled by pairs of black boots. Lanterns made of red paper hung from the eaves of the corridor. The dim light made it difficult for Rong Zhao to tell whether he was dreaming or awake.
The servant in the courtyard, watching his master's stern face, feared that this unruly young man would lose his temper and cause a scene at the wedding banquet, bringing disgrace to the family. The servant pushed his way through the crowd, squeezed to Rong Zhao's side, leaned over and whispered, "Even if you are dissatisfied with this marriage, just let it go for now. After today—"
The servant seemed to understand Rong Zhao's thoughts, his eyes sparkling and his voice flattering: "Sir, you are still thinking about the girl in the South Tower. When the time comes, you can redeem her and keep her outside.
As for this person in the mansion, just treat her as a pretty decoration and keep her as a housekeeper."
The servant had been with Rong Zhao since childhood, and after following his master for so long, even his way of thinking became very similar to Rong Zhao's. Rong Zhao disliked reading and spent his days wandering around the South Tower, intoxicated by the warmth and softness of women. His attitude towards women was frivolous and casual.
The servant's words should have greatly soothed Rong Zhao's mind.
But after hearing this, Rong Zhao's expression did not relax at all. He stood up by holding the long table.
Because he drank too much, Rong Zhao's legs were weak and he had no strength. He even staggered when he stood up.
The servant quickly reached out to help him, but a trace of disgust flashed across Rong Zhao's eyes and he avoided him without leaving a trace.
He was covered in the unpleasant smell of alcohol. Rong Zhao washed his face with water and regained consciousness slightly.
His figure was reflected in the copper basin. He was wearing a wedding dress, and his eyes were full of handsomeness and elegance.
Although he had just drunk too much, Rong Zhao felt as if the past ten years had been spent in a daze.
As the youngest son of the Rong family, Rong Zhao is more than ten years older than his elder brother.
Therefore, in the mansion, his grandmother and mother were extremely indulgent to him, and his father was busy with his official career, so he handed over all the affairs of the mansion to his wife.
By the time they discovered that Rong Zhao had developed a character that was ignorant of etiquette and indulged in romantic affairs, it was already too late to change him.
As he grew older, Rong Zhao did not begin to understand the world and human nature as his father had hoped.
He acted more and more recklessly, hanging around in the South Tower, his body scented with rouge and powder.
Due to his father's authority, Rong Zhao did not dare to actually touch those women in Nanlou.
But drinking, listening to music, exchanging glances, and so on are not uncommon.
Even today's wedding was caused by Rong Zhao's mischief.
That day, Rong Zhao was reprimanded by his father again. He was depressed and drank too much, his steps unsteady. As he left the South Tower, he caught a whiff of a fragrant aroma. Drowsy, he thought he was still inside the building and asked the woman across the street to sing him a little song.
Not only was the woman unwilling, she also cried, which made Rong Zhao feel upset.
He remembered his father's scolding, saying that he was a troublemaker and a good-for-nothing.
Rong Zhao's heart was filled with anger. He thought that since he was already a waste in Rong's father's words, it was reasonable for him to act recklessly.
Rong Zhao held the woman in front of him in his arms and leaned down towards her fragrant and soft body.
In his hazy consciousness, Rong Zhao only remembered that the woman's timid eyes were filled with sparkling watery light, making people want to drown in them.
When he was unconscious, Rong Zhao thought: Which girl in the South Tower is this, with such pretty eyes and such soft lips?
After waking up, Rong Zhao not only had to face the raging anger of his father, but also the marriage that came out of the blue.
Rong's father looked at Rong Zhao with a look of disappointment: "Prepare to marry the daughter of the Lin family."
Rong Zhao didn't know any girl from the Lin family, so he was naturally reluctant.
Rong's mother secretly felt that no woman in the world was worthy of Rong Zhao.
What's more, the girl from the Lin family is timid and comes from a lower-middle class family. She is not worthy of his attention at all.
But remembering Rong's father's anger and warning, Rong's mother gave up the idea of ruining the marriage and also tried to comfort Rong Zhao.
"Zhao'er, the daughter of the Lin family is naturally not worthy of you. But you have taken away her innocence. If you don't marry her, I'm afraid you will attract criticism from scholars."
Rong Zhao could only accept this marriage, but it was just in his heart.
He didn't have any good feelings towards this girl from the Lin family, whose face he had never even seen clearly.
"Master, Master!"
Rong Zhao came back to his senses from his thoughts, threw the cotton handkerchief into the copper basin, pinched his brows tightly, and asked in a cold voice: "What's the matter?"
The servant's heart trembled. He always felt that Rong Zhao's aura today was a little different from usual.
The servant hurriedly reminded him, "It's time to go to the bridal chamber and remove the veil."
Rong Zhao responded softly and walked towards the house decorated with big red wedding characters.
Those close to Rong Zhao were considered "bad friends" whom Rong's father disdained, and were therefore consigned to the outer courtyard for meals. Those feasting in the inner courtyard were all elegant scholars, and naturally would not engage in the unseemly act of "making a fuss in the bridal chamber." Therefore, when Rong Zhao opened the door, it was quiet. Only a woman in wedding attire sat upright on the bed.
Seeing Rong Zhao enter the house, the servant bent down and reached out to close the door.
Rong Zhao didn't care about the servant's little movements. He frowned slightly and moved his feet.
The wedding dress of the woman on the bed did not fit her well. It was probably because the wedding was too hasty and there was no time to make changes.
The slightly loose wedding dress covered the woman's body, but it made her waist look even thinner and her body more fragile.
The wedding dress was embellished with pearls and gems, and the woman's soft hair fell in front of her chest. Her jet-black hair, like a waterfall, complemented the sparkling jewels.
Rong Zhao's gaze followed the flowing black hair upwards, and the vermilion veil covered the woman's face.
Only a little bit of the bright white jaw is exposed, small and white.
Even if he could only glimpse a tiny bit of skin, Rong Zhao could guess that beneath the veil was a slender and delicate, rare beauty.
Remembering the Lin family girl's maiden name, Rong Zhao called out coldly, "Bao Shan?"
The voice was somewhere between that of a young man and a married man, tingling and making the tips of one's ears turn red.
Baoshan hugged the apple tightly in her hand and responded timidly.
Rong Zhao lifted his robe slightly and sat down beside Bao Shan. The two of them, one tall and straight, the other delicate and charming, were a perfect match.
The atmosphere in the room became cold and silent, and Baoshan felt beads of sweat on his palms.
Compared with the ringo fruit, her palm was too thin. In a moment of carelessness, the ringo fruit in her hand suddenly slipped and fell heavily to the ground.
Baoshan let out a soft cry. Seeing this, Rong Zhao picked up the fallen apple and put it back in Baoshan's hand.
He saw Bao Shan immediately hugging the apple tightly, afraid that it would fall again, and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you hold this thing when you get married?"
Bao Shan, with blushing cheeks, said softly, "It was given by the nanny. If you hold the apple, you can, you can..."
She hesitated for a long time, but could not utter the rest of the words. Rong Zhao was puzzled and asked, "What can I do?"
Bao Shan closed her eyes tightly, bit her lips with her pearly teeth, and said in a weak voice: "... then I can live a loving and affectionate life with Rong Lang, and have many children and grandchildren."
After she finished speaking, Bao Shan's jade-like skin was stained with a faint blush, more intense and alluring than rouge. Rong Zhao also felt a little uncomfortable. Although he often lingered in the South Tower, this was the first time he heard a woman say that she wanted to be in love with him and have many children.
Even though Baoshan couldn't see the embarrassment on his face through the veil, Rong Zhao still turned away.
Only after her face returned to normal did she reach out her hand and lift the big red veil.
The sudden candlelight made Baoshan's eyelashes tremble slightly. She raised her head timidly so that Rong Zhao could see her entire face clearly.
A beautiful face like a lotus, with long eyebrows, white teeth, cloud-like hair and a slender waist.
Her black hair fell on her small, round shoulders like delicate silk.
Baoshan's skin was extremely fair and smooth, and even under the dim light, it still appeared milky white and smooth.
Her face flushed slightly, and she looked at Rong Zhao shyly, her soft lips slightly raised, as if tempting him to go deeper.
"Rong Lang."
Baoshan called out softly, looking somewhat uneasy. With her background, marrying into the Rong family was a blessing from heaven.
This is what the nanny who raised Baoshan said: Baoshan was born with good fortune.
Otherwise, why would she walk to the South Tower that day, meet Rong Zhao, and be allowed to marry into a wealthy family only after he got close to her?
Baoshan said timidly that she met Rong Zhao only because the butterfly she was raising flew towards the South Tower.
But the nanny didn't let her say it, and asked Baoshan to remember that it was because she and Rong Zhao were destined to be together that they were able to get married.
Although Baoshan didn't understand why the story had to be concealed, she knew that the nanny would not harm her, so she kept the matter firmly in mind.
Bao Shan raised her eyes slightly and looked at Rong Zhao timidly. Seeing the cold expression on Rong Zhao's face, she felt flustered.
Baoshan didn't know whether Rong Zhao liked her, and her heart was filled with anxiety.
But Baoshan understood that if she could not please Rong Zhao, how could she live peacefully in the Rong family.
Bao Shan hugged Lingoguo tightly in her arms, thinking to herself: She must please Rong Zhao, so that she can get what the nanny said, gold, silver, jewelry, a group of servants, and live a carefree life.
Baoshan tiptoed slightly and sat next to Rong Zhao.
The wedding clothes between the two people rubbed against each other, making a slight sound.
The precious fan has no special features except its body, which is still pleasing to the eye.
Thinking back to the first time they met, when Rong Zhao held her in his arms and leaned over to kiss her gently, Bao Shan thought: Rong Zhao probably likes her body.
Rong Zhao's hands rested on the wedding dress on her knees. With just a slight movement of the precious fan's fingers, the delicate hands were covered.
But before she could move, Baoshan's cheeks turned red with shame just thinking about doing so.
Seeing her like this, Rong Zhao didn't know what Bao Shan was thinking, so he asked in a rather unromantic way, "But it's hot and stuffy in the room?"
After saying that, Rong Zhao was about to stand up and open the closed window.
Bao Shan said hurriedly: "It's not hot."
When Rong Zhao sat down, his palm just brushed against the delicate tip of the precious fan. She moved her fingers slightly and hooked Rong Zhao's fingers with her smallest jade finger.
Rong Zhao's body was stiff, but seeing how timid she was, afraid of being blamed by him, he forced himself to be patient and did not take his hand away.
The two fingers were close to each other, and Baoshan could feel the temperature of Rong Zhao's body, which was hot and warm.
She was also surprised at the breadth of Rong Zhao's palm. Compared with him, her palm was like the difference between the ocean and a stream.
Thinking of the words that the nanny had told her, Baoshan's heart was pounding and she couldn't help but feel curious.
How could a hand like that make her fall into a fairyland and find it difficult to leave?
Bao Shan thought that what the nanny said was indeed too complicated and she really couldn't understand it.
Seeing how much she loved his hand, Rong Zhao was not satisfied with just using his little finger to guide and entwine it, but insisted on examining it carefully, unwilling to take his eyes off it for even a moment.
Being stared at by Bao Shan with such a dependent and focused gaze, Rong Zhao's throat tightened. He calmed his mind and looked at Bao Shan holding the Lingo Fruit in his arms, refusing to let go. He said coldly, "How long are you going to hold on to it?"
I don't know if he was talking about the ringo fruit or the two people's fingers.
Baoshan held the apple in front of Rongzhao. The apple was rosy red, juicy, and sweet. But Rongzhao's gaze only lingered on the apple for a moment, his gaze fixed on Baoshan's charming face.
Baoshan explained in a soft voice, "Mammy said that we need to eat the apples before we can... have sex..."
Her shy and charming look makes people's hearts burn like fire.
Rong Zhao's voice became a little hoarse. He looked at Bao Shan's lips opening and closing and asked, "How do I eat it?"
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