Chapter 115 World Five (Seventeen)
The long, black hair was all tied up and dotted with tiny, crystal-clear pearls.
The person standing in the hall had a graceful figure, and her cheeks, as white as porcelain jade, were stained with light traces of red. She had a pair of clear and pure eyes, but she did not dare to look directly at the queen and Princess Chunru who were sitting on the throne. She could only lower her eyebrows and look at the ground.
The queen lowered her voice and slowly waved to the nervous Baoshan. Baoshan moved slightly, taking light steps, and approached the queen. The queen extended her two palms and cradled the delicate, soft hand in her arms. With her sensitive mind, she naturally noticed Baoshan's pitiful trembling. The queen, raised in luxury, had smooth, silky hands, but the tender hand in her arms had a gentle, tender touch that made her unable to let go.
The queen raised her eyes, her gentle gaze grazing over Bao Shan's thin waist. Her dark brows knitted slightly, her red lips moistened. The saying, "A willow, delicate and graceful, swaying in the wind, beckons with pity," is just that. The queen's initially uneasy mood gradually calmed, and she thought to herself: "That ignorant and reckless man must be short-sighted. The mere presence of a woman as frail as Bao Shan's would surely cause his blood to surge, uncontrollably."
By the time they are in love, how can he still think about Princess Chunru?
Once the deal is done, the first person to break the agreement will be the unruly man from the mountains, and they can put an end to the matter by simply sending him away.
In this way, the royal family's reputation can be saved without wronging Princess Chunru. It is the best of both worlds.
The Queen looked at the obedient Bao Shan, her lips opening and closing as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She turned to look at Princess Chunru beside her and asked, "Are you really unwilling?"
Princess Chunru frowned, thinking of the man she had seen in the hall, his vulgar and fierce appearance, and the cold-faced man she had been thinking about day and night.
Her figure was graceful and holy, like the snow on the mountain top, and there was no resemblance at all.
Princess Chunru revealed a trace of disgust in her eyes, and thought to herself: How could I condescend to marry such a rude country bumpkin?
She said with great conviction, "I'm extremely reluctant."
The queen put away her last bit of thought and looked solemnly at the treasured fan. Her voice was gentle, but it carried a hint of oppression. "As a maid, you are supposed to help your master solve his problems. Now that the princess is worried, are you willing to do your best to help her and make her happy?"
The queen stretched out her slender fingers and gently lifted Baoshan's small chin, looking at her trembling eyelashes and misty eyes, full of fear and anxiety.
Bao Shan didn't know what the Queen and Princess Chunru were planning, so she said softly, "What can I do?"
She was of low status, like an insignificant ant, so how could she relieve Princess Chunru's troubles?
The queen leaned over gently, put her head close to Baoshan's ear, and whispered her plan.
"Do you understand?"
Baoshan's chest was buzzing. The moment she heard the queen's plan, she felt as if a thin white veil was covering her head. Under the queen's deep gaze, Baoshan nodded slightly.
With her status, even if her master got angry and took her life, no one would argue for her. Moreover... she was just allowed to confuse the minds of the rural peasants.
Relying on the queen's favor and care, Princess Chunru left gracefully. She didn't want to have anything to do with the brute who defeated the beast, and she didn't even ask his name.
The queen threw the precious fan to the maid beside her. As a queen, she would certainly not bother herself with such trouble for a little maid.
The precious fan that was left in place was pulled by many maids like a puppet to take a bath and change clothes. The whole body was smeared with smooth perfume, leaving no part of it untouched.
While the maids turned around, Baoshan gently sniffed the fragrance on her wrist, which was elegant and alluring, the scent of lotus.
According to the maids, this lotus ointment is made from hundreds of lotus flowers. Only the innermost lotus petals are used, mixed with the dew on the lotus leaves, and half a round lotus seed, which is ground into a paste. The fragrance is subtle and refreshing, and the taste lingers for a long time.
From the inner garment to the outer blouse of the dress, all were carefully selected by the maids.
Baoshan did not exceed her status as a maid, and she was dressed up like a jade disk tied with red silk, waiting to be handed over to the man so that he could personally untie the carefully wrapped red silk.
Baoshan was led to a side hall and a teacup was stuffed into his hand. Through the thin celadon, Baoshan could feel the warm touch coming from the bottom of the teacup.
The maidservant instructed Bao Shan: "The one in the room is the one who caught the wild beast from the northern suburbs. His name is Rong Zhao.
After getting rid of this disaster, he must have spent a lot of energy, and he needs someone to comfort his mind and relieve his fatigue."
Baoshan was chosen by the queen herself to help Rong Zhao relax his mind.
Baoshan lowered his head slightly and replied timidly, "Yes."
The door was pushed open. Baoshan's heart was beating fast and his legs felt weak, but he still forced himself to walk into the side hall.
As Bao Shan's legs stepped over the threshold, he heard a creaking sound. He turned around and looked behind him, only to see that the door was locked tightly, with not even a crack left.
The figure, as tall as a towering mountain, was originally sitting upright. Upon hearing the sound, he immediately stood up and looked towards the door.
Facing that dark gaze, Bao Shan felt as if she was being stared at by a wild beast. She hurriedly lowered her head to avoid the man's sight, feeling uneasy in her heart: this man was so tall, like a wild wolf in the mountains.
Rong Zhao frowned. He came from a poor family and lived a tight life. He heard that the queen had promised that anyone who could get rid of the wild beast in the northern suburbs would get a treasure.
He then went into the forest alone and spent three days dragging out the ferocious beast.
But the queen just kept him here, disdaining his shabby clothes and asking him to wash and change clothes, but she never even mentioned a word about the treasure.
After staying for a few days, Rong Zhao's patience has already reached its limit.
Although he didn't want to make malicious assumptions about these nobles, the various treatments they were receiving now made him wonder: Could it be that they were reluctant to part with their treasures and were deliberately delaying the process until now?
Rong Zhao was no longer willing to wait, he had originally planned to go find the queen.
Since they were unwilling to fulfill their promise and give him the treasure, they would return the carcass of the beast to him.
Rong Zhao stripped the beast's fur and sold it to fur traders, making some money.
However, Rong Zhao did not see the queen, but saw a lovely little maid walking timidly to his side.
Rong Zhao's eyes were cold as he glanced at the slender and delicate waist. He sneered in his heart: How could a rich family with all the fine clothes and delicious food raise such a skinny maid?
Rong Zhao frowned and thought to himself, maybe this family treated their maids harshly and accumulated this money.
It seemed that he would not be able to obtain the treasure he wanted to redeem - but he had to take the beast with him. Rong Zhao clenched his fists, thinking: If they tried to stop him, and neither wanted to let him take the treasure nor return the beast, he would have to resort to brute force.
The closer she got to Rong Zhao, the more rapid and erratic the beating of Bao Shan's chest became. It felt as if her heart was stuck in her throat, making it hard to speak. The person before her had changed into new, elegant clothes. But even through the layers of cloth, Bao Shan could still see the tense muscles.
Rong Zhao's skin wasn't the usual fair color of the wealthy. Instead, it was the color of sunlight, lighter than wheat ears, as if coated with a thin layer of honey, revealing health everywhere.
There was not a single part of Rong Zhao's body that did not make Bao Shan feel afraid.
He was tall and strong, and just by looking at his posture, one could sense his rudeness and roughness, making it impossible to associate Rong Zhao with words like "cherishing women." Rong Zhao's dark and deep eyes were like a wild beast prowling in the forest, sharp and terrifying.
He gave her a cold look, and Bao Shan almost dropped the teacup in her hand to the ground.
A steady and strong hand supported Baoshan's slender wrist.
Rong Zhao's palm seemed to be stained with strong heat, burning Bao Shan's wrist.
The delicate white and the wild honey color, two completely different colors are intertwined.
Bao Shan said in a weak voice, "Mr. Rong...Mr. Rong Zhao, please have some tea."
Rong Zhao raised his eyebrows, as if it was the first time he heard someone call him like that.
The people on the street would only hide their names and call him "butcher" at the top of their lungs, but this timid little maid, even though she was so scared, still held the teacup tightly and refused to let go.
Rong Zhao took the teacup, and the aroma of the finest new tea and the mellow, brewed tea leaves filled the air.
Rong Zhao, however, didn't know how to savor the wine. He sipped it slowly, like a cow chewing a peony. He raised his neck and gulped it all down.
After sitting for such a long time, Rong Zhao was indeed thirsty. He drank eagerly, and the round drops of water slowly flowed down along the bulge on his neck and finally sank into his clothes.
Baoshan looked at him drinking so hard that her cheeks turned red unconsciously.
Rong Zhao casually placed the teacup on the mahogany table and asked loudly, "Are there any more?"
Bao Shan didn't dare to look up at him. She just lowered her head and whispered softly, "No more."
Her voice was so soft that Rong Zhao couldn't quite hear it. He reached out and tugged at Bao Shan's sleeve, hoping to draw her closer. He hadn't considered that his own strength, already immense, would become even more unbearable against Bao Shan's frail frame.
Baoshan's body trembled slightly, and he staggered as he threw himself into Rong Zhao's arms.
Looking at the blush appearing on Baoshan's cheek, Rong Zhao's mind was slightly dazed, and he stretched out his hand and turned Baoshan's body.
The next moment, Bao Shan fell on Rong Zhao's legs. The muscles under her soft buttocks were tight and strong, and a blushing heat came from her.
Rong Zhao's eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Even in such a situation, he remained calm and continued to ask, "What did you say just now?"
Baoshan's heart trembled, and it took her a while to realize that what Rong Zhao was asking about was the tea.
She remembered the queen's instructions and the look from the queen's personal maid when she stepped into the side hall.
Baoshan calmed her chaotic thoughts, raised her head timidly, and looked straight into Rong Zhao's dark eyes.
Seeing this, Rong Zhao was slightly stunned. He did not expect that this weak little maid could actually muster up the courage to look at him straight.
Rong Zhao looked carefully at Bao Shan's eyes, and then he realized that Bao Shan's eyes were very beautiful, with a bright light, and under the candlelight, they looked like bright stars in the sky.
Rong Zhao heard the little maid speak in a soft voice: "If you want tea, I'm afraid there is no tea. However, there is still a way to quench your thirst by looking at the plum."
What is the meaning of "looking at plums to quench thirst"?
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