Chapter 116 World Five (Eighteen)
Hearing this, Rong Zhao frowned, and looked around with his sharp and deep eyes. He didn't see any trace of plums on the long table and square chairs, so he couldn't help but wonder, "Where are these plums?"
The strong and powerful arms were loosely wrapped around the treasure fan, and the treasure fan could feel the heat of the blood flowing through the taut muscles.
She mustered up her courage and looked up at that fierce face.
His full beard resembled roadside weeds, and his eyes, as black as ink, resembled those of a wild beast hunting in the jungle. Bao Shan met those eyes, and she felt as if the man before her would bend over and bite her neck in the next instant.
Her delicate body trembled slightly as Baoshan raised her arms and wrapped them around Rong Zhao's neck. Her wide sleeves, embroidered with gold thread, slowly fell as Baoshan moved. Her smooth, warm arms rested unobstructed on Rong Zhao's neck.
Rong Zhao's eyes were slightly closed, his expression dark and unclear.
Bao Shan gently raised her soft hips, her entire body seemingly suspended in mid-air, her only support being Rong Zhao. She was immature and unskillful, her movements as uninitiated as a freshly ripened fruit in early spring. Though tender in appearance, it made one's mouth water. This small, delicious fruit was conveying its own flavor to Rong Zhao.
Baoshan gently pressed her soft lips against Rong Zhao's thin lips.
The messy beard, like weeds, rubbed against Baoshan's white and soft cheeks, causing a slight itch and leaving long red marks.
Bao Shan closed her eyes tightly and tried to use her softness to open Rong Zhao's lips.
At the moment when their lips were touching and they were hugging each other, the words "supporting each other in times of trouble" emerged in Baoshan's mind.
The palm with a hot touch caressed Baoshan's slender waist.
Baoshan's body trembled slightly, and she could clearly feel the fingers caressing her waist, as if measuring the length.
Bao Shan pounced forward, almost sticking to Rong Zhao's chest. Hearing the dull heartbeat through the cloth, Bao Shan actually felt a little relieved.
Rong Zhao's voice, filled with chill, leaked out from between his lips and teeth: "You are not a plum that quenches thirst."
Even with a beautiful girl in his arms, Rong Zhao still looked clueless and kept asking the same question.
The intimacy just now had already consumed a lot of Bao Shan's energy. Her legs were weak and her arms were powerless, and she fell back onto Rong Zhao's legs.
Hearing Rong Zhao's question, Bao Shan lowered her eyebrows, and her messy hair added a bit of seductive charm to her, like a lotus flower that emerged from the mud in the pond, originally pure and white, but the rouge powder box that fell into the pond stained her cheeks red.
Baoshan's breathing was still unsteady, and there was a hint of shyness and coquettishness in her words.
"Here—the lip balm is made from green plums."
It is half sour and half sweet, and tastes very good.
Rong Zhao looked along the white fingers of Bao Shan, and his gaze fell on her slightly swollen lips, and his eyes immediately became dim.
Rong Zhao suddenly tightened his arms, and his legs, which had been sitting in a straight position, were now closed.
Bao Shan, who was sitting on Rong Zhao's lap, was frightened by this sudden action. She let out a soft cry and hugged Rong Zhao's jade arms even tighter.
Rong Zhao's eyebrows were knitted into a knot, and his voice was cold: "I can't taste it."
Bao Shan was slightly surprised and thought to himself: He had clearly eaten a lot just now...how come he didn't taste the flavor of the green plums.
Baoshan raised his head and was about to express the doubts in his heart when the scorching breath immediately took away all his breath.
It was different from Baoshan's soft and powerless kiss.
The kiss Rong Zhao gave was as formidable as his appearance, majestic and imminent.
With a beautiful woman in your arms, who can help but have wild thoughts and wandering minds?
What's more, now that the beauty has taken the initiative to throw herself into his arms, I'm afraid no man can resist.
Rong Zhao was no different. He had never seen a woman like Bao Shan before, and in the past, when men and women passed by his meat stall, Rong Zhao never gave them a glance, simply because no matter whether they were men or women, they were not as valuable as silver and money.
But when the treasure fan got closer to him, Rong Zhao realized that there were such women in the world with such pleasant fragrance on their bodies, waists so thin that people wanted to hold them tightly, and skin smoother than tofu just out of the pot, making people want to leave their own marks on it.
As Rong Zhao carried the beast and walked through the streets, he could clearly hear the whispers of the people.
Some say he is a hero who gets rid of evil, while others say he looks terrifying, more frightening than a wild beast, and looks wild and untamed, just like a reckless and rude savage in the mountains.
When Rong Zhao saw the treasured fan, he felt vaguely that he was indeed a savage to the core. Otherwise, how could he have felt the blood boiling in his body when he saw that snow-white face?
And when Baoshan said that one could quench thirst by looking at the plums, Rong Zhao seemed to have lost his soul. He didn't even pay attention to what Baoshan asked casually. He just looked at Baoshan's soft and shimmering lips quietly, and felt a lot of unbearable feelings in his heart.
But all the unbearable things had become reality. Rong Zhao embraced the body softer than cotton and held the lips he had been longing for for so long in his mouth. He had thought that the blood that was roaring wildly would calm down, but he never expected that the unbearable things that were induced in his heart would grow wildly like weeds in the mountains, and it could no longer be suppressed.
Rong Zhao wanted to do whatever he wanted with the beautiful woman in his arms, but he had to stop and let her go.
Looking at Bao Shan's misty eyes and messy lips, Rong Zhao's face was stern and his voice was cold: "Are you confusing my mind?"
It was obvious that he was in a state of confusion, but he chose to put the blame of his distress on Baoshan.
However, the ignorant Bao Shan could not see the wolf ambition of the man in front of her, and just acted like a quail. When she heard Rong Zhao's cold words, she thought that her method of deceiving people was too stupid and was seen through by Rong Zhao, and she also aroused his disgust.
Bao Shan subconsciously wanted to hold on to the person beneath her, but her timid nature prevented her from grabbing Rong Zhao's chest by his clothes. She simply placed her soft hand gently on his chest, as if combing the hair of an angry beast.
Baoshan weakly admitted everything.
Rong Zhao grabbed her slender wrist, and the round curve made him feel restless.
Rong Zhao pulled the delicate hand of the treasured fan to his heart, feeling the soft touch through the thick cloth, and his restless heart gradually calmed down.
Rong Zhao asked sharply, "Why?"
Bao Shan's face turned pale, and she dared not tell the truth. If Rong Zhao knew, it was because Princess Chunru was unwilling to fulfill her promise that she sent him here, so that Rong Zhao would be the first to break the agreement, and then Princess Chunru and the queen would naturally and rightfully break their promise.
Given Rong Zhao's arrogant temper, he would probably go to the Queen and Princess Chunru in person to ask for an explanation.
By then, the Queen and Princess Chunru would have lost all their dignity and would definitely take out their anger on the little maid Baoshan.
But Baoshan did not want to cover up for the Queen and Princess Chunru. She had already made up her mind.
Ever since the queen carefully planned and sent the treasured fan into the side hall, the treasured fan had no way to go anymore.
If things don’t work out, she is an incompetent maid who does things poorly;
Things were going smoothly, and a reckless man who should have married Princess Chunru, lost his composure because of the seduction of the little maid. Princess Chunru would definitely not let her stay in the mansion.
Moreover, in Rong Zhao's mind, marrying Princess Chunru was probably a blessing from heaven, a beautiful woman in his arms, riches and splendor. But all these wonderful things were ruined by her.
Baoshan could only spend some effort to make Rong Zhao feel pity for her and make him give up his thoughts on Princess Chunru.
She pressed her cheek against Rong Zhao's heart, like a lotus with swaying branches, leaning against a tall and reliable tree.
A faint blush appeared on Baoshan's fair cheeks, and her whole body, even her messy hair, revealed a pitiful fragility.
Baoshan's slender and graceful body looks completely dependent, as if the person under her is the only one she can rely on in this world.
"I...I want to stay with you..."
The soft and weak voice made Rong Zhao feel dazed. But he still maintained his rationality and asked in a cold voice, "Why?"
A rude and uncouth man like him was considered the lowest of the low in the eyes of the princes and nobles.
In this mansion, even the maid who led him to the side hall had a hint of disgust in her eyes.
What's more, Baoshan is so beautiful and graceful, like a beauty made of ice and snow.
Baoshan's eyes are clear and pure, without any impurities.
Her tone was softer, like a long, misty cloud that would dissipate with a breeze.
"You are tall and strong. With you protecting me, no one will bully me in the future..."
Rong Zhao's expression was slightly tense, and his voice seemed to be tinged with ice, full of chilling coldness: "Someone bullied you?"
Even the most reckless person will become thoughtful and discerning when he meets a delicate and beautiful woman.
"Is she a maid... or a princess?"
When Bao Shan heard the word "Princess", her body trembled slightly. Rong Zhao saw her panic and fear.
Although Baoshan never revealed a word, Rong Zhao already understood.
He had met Princess Chunru in the main hall. She sat at the top of the table but never looked at him directly.
Rong Zhao was already accustomed to such contemptuous looks and did not take it to heart. At that time, he only wanted to claim the treasure that should have belonged to him.
But this Princess Chunru didn't mention a word, which made Rong Zhao, who originally had no feelings for her, feel a little disgusted.
Bao Shan's slender arm dropped, and as if unintentionally, it touched Rong Zhao's palm. She retreated to advance, and said in a soft voice: "I know that my behavior has lost my dignity, and it is understandable that it has annoyed you.
Besides, you are so brave and can defeat wild beasts. You will be able to marry the princess as promised in the future. How can I, a weakling like me,..."
Bao Shan pulled herself out of Rong Zhao's arms, and her whole body was like a fallen autumn leaf, light and trembling.
Although she did not sob softly, her eyes, which were filled with water, were already covered with rouge.
The tears that are about to fall but don't fall are the most tempting. Which man can remain soft-hearted when seeing such a pitiful and lovely look?
Bao Shan said softly, "Just by doing such a shameless thing, you have already brought disgrace upon the Princess's Mansion.
If the princess found out, she would be thrown into the wilderness or married off casually, which would be natural..."
Her voice was choked with sobs, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Rong Zhao extended his broad palm, grasped Bao Shan's thin and delicate shoulders, and said with a serious expression: "Since you have decided to seduce people's minds, you must see it through to the end and not give up halfway.
You are already mine, why should you give it to someone else?"
Baoshan's nose tip was red, like a deer in the snow, and his eyes were pure and filled with confusion.
"But, according to the agreement, you are the one who will marry the princess."
Rong Zhao stretched out his arms and took the fan in his arms. He had already made up his mind. If the queen was unwilling to fulfill her promise and give him the promised treasure, it would be fine.
If they wanted to keep the carcass of the beast, they could give it to them; he only wanted to take the precious fan.
Rong Zhao thought to himself: The beast had wasted three days of his time, and his clothes and straw sandals were all torn and could no longer be worn.
Fortunately, he was not without reward. The beast was his sacrifice, and the precious fan was his trophy.
Looking at those moist lips opening and closing, revealing something about the promise.
Rong Zhao frowned, and after Bao Shan explained the agreement in detail, he realized that the treasure they were talking about was not gold, silver or jewelry, but Princess Chunru, who was deeply favored by the queen.
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