Chapter 113 World Five (Fifteen)
Though Rong Zhao was neither a scholar nor a warrior, he was resolute in his pursuit of the cause of the precious fan's grief. Within a few days, he had uncovered clues. If his father knew Rong Zhao still had such a resolute temper, he would surely beat his chest and scold him bitterly. If he channeled this temper into studying, perhaps he could have successfully passed the imperial examination and achieved retirement, rather than spending his days in idleness, indulging in a wanton life.
Baoshan is introverted and does not have any close maidservants in the mansion.
So the little maid spoke in a stammering voice. She didn't know the inside story. She only saw Baoshan holding a piece of light red thin paper. After reading it, she snuggled up on the soft pillow and sobbed softly.
Hearing that the precious fan had soaked the soft pillow, Rong Zhao's eyes became dim and his already tense face became even colder.
Rong Zhao stepped into the inner room. It was empty, save for the faint, lingering fragrance of lotus flowers. Rong Zhao paused, his lips tightly pursed. After a long pause, he coldly asked, "Where's the treasure fan?"
The little maid hurriedly replied, "The young lady went back to the Lin residence and left at daybreak."
Looking at Rong Zhao's bewildered expression, the little maid thought to herself: Clearly, Rong Zhao had been informed in advance about Bao Shan's departure from the mansion, so why did Rong Zhao look so lost, as if he had just found out about it?
Rong Zhao sat down on the couch, his large hands stroking the soft pillow that was scented with lotus.
Although there were no traces of tears on the soft pillow, Rong Zhao seemed to be able to see the slender and flexible waist like a willow branch, leaning over the golden soft pillow and sobbing.
Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, wrapping around her delicate body...
Rong Zhao lay on the soft pillow, the light fragrance of lotus permeated around him.
Rong Zhao closed his eyelids tightly, feeling the delicate fragrance of the lotus flower approaching. It was as if a porcelain-white face, with trembling, watery eyes, approached him. The next moment, those petal-like lips were about to utter timid and tender words.
Rong Zhao suddenly opened his eyes. He was the only one in the empty room. The beauty who had been leaning against him in his dream had long since become a phantom.
Next to the bed, there was a rosewood box, which was divided into layers of small boxes.
Rong Zhao still remembered that when he embraced her slender waist and fell towards the bed, Bao Shan opened her misty eyes and whispered to take off the jade bracelet on her hand.
Rong Zhao refused: "Don't like it?"
Bao Shan shook her head meekly: "It's a gift from my mother, so it must be good."
Rong Zhao tightened his grip on her slender waist and continued to ask, "Then why did you take it off?"
Bao Shan's cheeks flushed crimson, and she turned her head away from Rong Zhao's gaze, saying weakly, "You always bite there, it's so embarrassing..."
Rong Zhao sneered softly, mocking Bao Shan's ignorance. But in the end, he agreed to Bao Shan's wishes and let her put the jade bracelet in the box next to the bed.
Seeing this, Bao Shan breathed a sigh of relief, but she never expected that the bite marks on her wrist had not diminished at all. After removing the jade bracelet, Rong Zhao became even more unscrupulous...
With his thoughts wandering, Rong Zhao casually opened the box, which was filled with small and exquisite pieces of jewelry.
When Rong Zhao saw the light-red corner of the edge of the box, his expression froze slightly. He stretched out his hand and took out the square light-red thin paper. After reading what was written on the letter, his dark eyes sank slightly.
South Tower.
Xiangyi leaned against the railing, looking coldly at Liu Guang, who had once pursued Chunru with all his might, and now was being so attentive to her.
Seeing Chunru frowning and looking troubled, Xiangyi raised the corners of her lips, thinking that it was really rare to see Chunru, the most unique girl in Nanlou, in such a miserable state.
Chunru didn't understand why Liu Guang, who knew his limits in the past, did this.
Now, no matter how indifferent she is, she still sticks to him.
She was extremely upset. In this world, the only person Chunru wanted to marry was Rong Zhao. The rest were just passing clouds and there was no need to worry about them.
Seeing that Xiangyi was in a good mood, Chunru lost her composure for the first time. She walked up to Xiangyi, said nothing, and just looked at her coldly.
Everyone could see the tension between the two.
Xiangyi raised her eyebrows slightly, but before she could speak, she heard the servant from the South Tower call out, "Miss Xiangyi, I have an appointment."
Xiangyi turned around, wiped Chunru's cheek with the handkerchief stained with sweet powder, and walked away gracefully.
Xiangyi was not familiar with the way to the house of the person she invited.
Xiangyi lifted the curtain, revealing her carefully dressed face. She looked up at the door plaque of the mansion - the word "Lin" written in vigorous and powerful strokes.
Xiangyi was taken to an embroidery room. Through the layers of gauze, she vaguely recognized that the person who invited her to the house was a woman.
Xiangyi felt strange, but then she heard the woman speak. Her voice was clear and ethereal, with a bit of innocence that seemed to indicate she was not familiar with the world.
"You can teach me some secrets of the Spring Pavilion, some good ways to keep a man away..."
Although she couldn't see the face behind the veil, Xiangyi guessed that the woman must have blushed with shame, and even her voice became erratic.
Xiang Yi deliberately pinched her throat and said in a sweet voice, "Of course."
"If the girl wants to learn, Xiangyi will naturally do her best."
The precious fan should be good.
Xiang Yi began to talk freely: "Men love to be coquettish. If your voice is sweet, you can attract a little bit of their soul."
After that, Xiangyi began to teach Baoshan how to make sweet and seductive sounds. Baoshan used the technique Xiangyi taught her and said timidly, "Ronglang..."
The voice was as sweet as honey, and it made one feel like half of the body was about to collapse when it fell into the ears.
Xiangyi had never thought that Baoshan was so smart. She had just thought that this little girl was naive and it would be extremely difficult for her to learn these tricks.
But she hadn't expected him to understand so quickly, surpassing even her teacher. Her voice was sweet and unaffected, a voice that seemed both angry and surprised. Hearing Baoshan's timid "Rong Lang," Xiangyi secretly wondered what man could possess such fortitude, able to resist such obsession.
A further teaching is the boundless beauty of spring that cannot be expressed in words.
Xiangyi walked forward with light steps, and leaned over to speak embarrassing words through the thick gauze.
The light fragrance wafted in, making Xiangyi feel a little dizzy. She couldn't help but ask, "What kind of perfume do you use?"
Bao Shan said softly, "Lotus scented powder, if you like it, you can take some back."
The nanny, who had been silent all this time, frowned secretly, thinking that Baoshan was still ignorant of the world. How could she give the perfume and powder she used to these women in the South Tower? Wouldn't that dirty herself?
Xiangyi naturally saw that the nanny was unhappy and quietly refused.
"This kind of powder is too light and elegant, suitable for a beauty like you with a delicate complexion."
Even though she could only see a shadowy figure, Xiangyi could guess that the person standing face to face with her was a beautiful woman with a slender and delicate figure.
"I like strong aromas, which only stand out in the South Building."
Xiangyi changed the topic in a few words and taught Baoshan in detail.
When Xiangyi left, in addition to the reward money that should have been given, Baoshan also had someone prepare some extra thank-you gifts.
Xiangyi looked at the extra golden ingots, and a more genuine smile appeared on the corners of her lips. Then she saw that next to the gold ingots there was a porcelain bottle of scented powder. Unlike the elegant fragrance of lotus, it had an extremely strong fragrance, but it was not as tacky as ordinary scented powder.
The Lin family member who sent Xiang Yi back to the South Tower explained softly: "My master said that this fragrance is strong and extremely conspicuous, and it suits you very well."
Even though Xiangyi knew the perfume powder in the porcelain bottle would make her more conspicuous in the South Tower, she didn't apply it. Instead, she put the perfume powder away with some inexplicable thoughts.
After Xiangyi found out about several married girls in the Lin family, she guessed that the one who invited her to the Lin Mansion was probably Rong Zhao's new bride.
Xiang Yi sighed softly and complained, "If I had known that Young Master Rong would marry such an ignorant and seductive beauty, I wouldn't have rushed forward and lost face in vain."
However - thinking of the tricks she taught Baoshan, Xiangyi felt depressed and thought to herself how lucky Rong Zhao was. A mere dandy boy could actually enjoy so many things... It was really unfair.
Although the owner of the South Tower loved Chunru, Liu Guang gave up his money and used his family power to force Chunru to leave the South Tower.
After the marriage with Liu Guang was settled, Chunru still looked dazed. She always felt that it shouldn't be like this. Why would she marry Liu Guang?
Although Chunru was of humble status and entered the South Tower, she was different from other women who suffered. She only needed to learn to sing songs, and many people were willing to spend a lot of money to please her.
Chunru was at a loss until Liu Guang's bridal sedan arrived at the South Tower. She then felt that she deserved to marry someone better.
Many women in the South Tower looked at Chunru with envy.
Liu Guang's family was quite wealthy, and Chunru was going to marry him as his legal wife. How glorious would his future be?
But Chunru was not happy. She had a cold face and was supported by Liu Guang to sit in the sedan chair.
The woman in the South Building whispered.
"Is Chunru unhappy? Doesn't she want to marry Liu Guang?"
"I don't think so. This marriage was promised by Chunru herself. The owner of the South Tower is almost at odds with Liu Guang because of Chunru..."
"But shouldn't getting married be a joyous occasion? Why is Chunru..."
Xiang Yi chuckled and said leisurely, "Miss Chunru, I'm afraid you're expecting someone to show up and disrupt this marriage."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. One girl retorted to Xiang Yi, "Don't talk nonsense. Chunru's wedding day is so big, how could she expect someone to disrupt it and prevent her from getting married?"
Xiangyi did not argue with them as she did before. She turned around and went back to her room.
Chunru was indeed waiting, and she was looking forward to it as before.
When she was in trouble, Rong Zhaoneng came down from the sky and saved her from danger.
The marriage went incredibly smoothly until Liu Guang, drunk and drunk, tried to get close to Chunru.
In a panic, Chunru's tightly grasped silver hairpin pierced into her bright red wedding dress.
The maid who came in to bring sobering tea saw Chunru stabbing Liu Guang and let out a shrill scream.
Chunru was terrified, and she felt a certain sense of reality. If anyone knew about this, she would be thrown into prison and tortured.
"No, it shouldn't be like this. The ending shouldn't be like this..."
She and Rong Zhao were probably the playboys who fell in love with the courtesan of Nanlou. For this reason, they went against all odds, overcame numerous difficulties, and finally created a beautiful story.
A dark shadow suddenly appeared, and the demon servant walked up to Chunru and said respectfully, "Princess, you just violated the will of heaven. You cannot stay in this world."
Chunru's eyesight cleared up, and she saw the blood on the demon servant's robe, but she avoided the possibility of what might happen. Chunru was now particularly clear-headed: she was the princess of the demon world, not the lowly Chunru in the South Tower.
The streets were bustling with people talking about the fire that broke out in Liu's mansion last night. It was a pity that no one survived on the wedding night.
Rong Zhao cleared his name. Although he was a playboy, he had never been close to Chunru as stated on the red paper.
But just as he and Baoshan had reconciled, news came that Liu Guang was marrying Chunru and there was a fire in Liu's mansion.
There were even good friends who secretly asked Rong Zhao whether the fire had anything to do with him.
Rong Zhao was extremely angry. He no longer had any friendship with Liu Guang, and Chunru had never been taken seriously by him.
How could he go to such great lengths to plot against these two people? It's ridiculous!
Baoshan trembled as she listened to the little maid's story about how bizarre the fire in Liu's mansion was.
As soon as she saw Rong Zhao, she threw herself into his arms, refusing to let go.
"I'm scared, Rong Lang, can you please... not leave..."
Rong Zhao deliberately kept a cold expression on his face, and said in a chilling voice, "You were the one who wanted to reject me, and now you're going back on your word?"
Hearing Rong Zhao's words, Bao Shan's cheeks flushed. After much thought, she could only use Xiang Yi's method. Her voice was sweet and seductive: "Rong Lang, I miss you so much... Please don't leave... Okay?"
Rong Zhao's throat tightened.
How can it be bad if a beautiful woman asks for you?
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