Chapter 119 World Five (Twenty-one)
Rong Zhao earned quite a bit of money from his stall this time. Since it was getting late, he went to a familiar vendor and bought a roast chicken and two vegetarian dishes. Passing by a sour plum juice stall that was about to close up shop and head home, Rong Zhao paused, turned to Bao Shan, and said, "I don't like these sweet and sour drinks."
He was a man of thick skin and flesh. If he was thirsty, he would just drink some well water. Why would he spend those copper coins to buy sour plum juice that only ignorant children liked to drink?
Bao Shan's face turned pale, her soft lips trembled slightly, and her voice was thin and weak: "Hmm."
Rong Zhao shook the bamboo tube of plum juice; it was still heavy. He planned to heat it up before returning home. Baoshan was young and childlike, so he probably liked this sweet and sour drink too.
As she passed the city gate, Bao Shan caught sight of a portrait on the wall, and her eyes flickered. Behind Rong Zhao's butcher stall, there was another portrait, and Bao Shan examined it closely for a long time. Only when Rong Zhao's face darkened, and he pulled her firmly into his arms, muttering, "It's time to go home," did Bao Shan avert her gaze. But the man in the portrait had already been memorized in her mind.
The two walked along the stone path, the moonlight shimmering like frost, as if silver powder had been sprinkled across the path, making it incredibly bright. Bao Shan walked alongside Rong Zhao, whispering, "The man in the portrait is truly a handsome man. No wonder the princess has fallen in love with him and will marry no one but him."
Hearing this, Rong Zhao's footsteps suddenly became heavier. His face tightened, his thick brows furrowed, and his tone was filled with disdain: "Just looking at his appearance, even if he is a useless scholar, I'm afraid he would be a fool who is suppressed by a woman in bed."
Rong Zhao suddenly stopped and leaned close to Bao Shan's ear. His hot lips pressed against the tip of Bao Shan's delicate white ear.
A heavy, blushing breath reached Baoshan's ears. Rong Zhao whispered to Baoshan, "You are so delicate and frail. How can a mere pale-faced scholar satisfy you in bed?"
Baoshan's porcelain-white cheeks suddenly turned red like the scorching sun. She glanced at Rong Zhao in panic, her clear eyes full of panic and anxiety.
Bao Shan had never thought that Rong Zhao would be so bold. Although there were only two of them on the path, but—
After all, this happened outside, so how could I say such embarrassing words outside of the bed?
Rong Zhao stared at Bao Shan with the same devout concentration as if he was waiting for his prey. He could not stand Bao Shan praising other men in front of him with shining eyes. In impulse, he spoke recklessly without any scruples.
Bao Shan raised her eyes and glared at Rong Zhao in reproach, saying, "How can you talk nonsense like that in public?"
Little did he know that the sparkling light in her eyes and the shy and timid look in her eyes made Rong Zhao's heart itch.
Under the hazy moonlight, the precious fan seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, like a dream and extremely bewitching.
Rong Zhao clenched his fists, forced himself to suppress the restlessness in his heart, grabbed the delicate hand of the precious fan, and quickened his pace to rush home.
Looking at the bowls and chopsticks filled with food, Baoshan felt as if Rong Zhao was treating her like a tender little animal that needed to be carefully fed and eaten after it was grown up.
Such an association made Baoshan's heart beat slightly. She tore the chicken legs in the bowl into thin strips, but before she could tear off two strips, Rong Zhao snatched them away.
He had a dark face, and his expression showed that a storm was about to come.
He tore the chicken leg meat into pieces in a few seconds and placed it back in front of the treasure fan.
Baoshan blushed, thanked him softly, and then ate the chicken leg slowly.
With his stomach full, Baoshan put down his bamboo chopsticks and saw that the food in front of Rong Zhao was already empty. He couldn't help but wonder: When did Rong Zhao finish his meal? He was looking at him so fiercely, perhaps because he disliked him for eating too slowly.
Rong Zhao said coldly, "Not eating anymore?"
Baoshan nodded slightly and said weakly, "I'm full."
Rong Zhao stopped talking and took the dishes and chopsticks to the thatched hut.
When he returned to the room, Baoshan had taken off her embroidered shoes and was lying on the bed.
Seeing this, Rong Zhao silently took off his outer robe and lower skirt, and held the warm and soft beauty he had been thinking about all day in his arms.
The strength in his hands was so great that Baoshan let out a soft cry. She felt that her waist must have the marks of this rough man's five fingers.
In other matters, Rong Zhao might indulge Bao Shan's fragility, but there was one thing he would not show mercy to.
The kiss with a scorching breath came like a surging wave, overwhelming the sky and sweeping Bao Shan into a wave of confusion and passion, unable to extricate herself.
Rong Zhao was like an untamed wild beast, biting Bao Shan's fragile white neck with patience and a hint of eagerness.
The beard on his cheeks touched Baoshan's delicate skin, and she let out a soft cry of pain.
The mad beast that was rushing aimlessly in the woods seemed to suddenly regain its composure and stopped.
Given Rong Zhao's rude nature, no matter how much Bao Shan begged for mercy, he would not let go of his hand on her slender waist.
However, Rong Zhao looked at the unsightly red marks on Bao Shan's white neck with a deep gaze.
He stood up suddenly and said to the beauty on his body: "Behave yourself and wait for me to come back."
Rong Zhao ran to the water tank in the yard. Through the clear well water, he saw his full beard. Rong Zhao stretched out his hand, and felt a slight tingling sensation on his calloused hand.
He couldn't help but frown. Even such rough skin could feel a little pain, let alone the delicate skin of Baoshan.
Rong Zhao felt a little relieved and decided to remove the beard on his cheeks.
Baoshan clutched the quilt in front of her tightly. Rong Zhao's sudden departure caught her off guard.
The room was empty, and in the silence one could hear the whimpering of the wind. Bao Shan shuddered and called out to Rong Zhao in a trembling voice, "Rong Zhao, I'm scared..."
Hearing the sound of steady and powerful footsteps, Baoshan felt a little relieved and looked towards the person who came.
The man had a handsome face and looked at him sternly.
Baoshan's heart trembled slightly, realizing that she was now naked, and she hurriedly pulled the quilt tightly to cover her body.
The man's eyes were burning, and he didn't notice the fear of the beauty on the bed at all. He leaned over and continued the previous kiss.
Soft and tender lips, his.
The neck, as delicate as white jade, is also his.
Baoshan's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't believe that this strange man dared to enter the house so openly and had the audacity to flirt with her.
The precious fan resisted weakly, and in the man's eyes, it seemed like nothing. He easily suppressed it with a little force.
Bao Shan could only endure it passively. Her voice was timid, like that of a helpless little animal, which made people feel pity for her: "Rong Zhao... wuwu... save me..."
Rong Zhao, who was kissing Bao Shan, froze when he heard this. He leaned over and gently kissed Bao Shan's trembling eyes, his voice hoarse: "Calling my name is useless."
Bao Shan's eyes were blank. She lifted Rong Zhao's head with both hands and examined him carefully. Only then did she realize that the handsome man before her was the rude and reckless butcher. She calmed down and said angrily, "I'm glad it's you..."
Rong Zhao took away her breath and said with an unsteady breath, "Of course it's me."
He realized belatedly that the treasure fan could not recognize his appearance.
Rong Zhao looked at Bao Shan's fair skin, which was no longer scratched by his frizzy beard, leaving tiny red marks.
Rong Zhao recalled that Bao Shan had subconsciously sought him out in a state of panic just now, and his heart suddenly felt as if it were soaked in sugar water, sweet and soft.
In the yard, the extremely lush trees seemed to be disturbed by the noise and trembled and dropped a few leaves.
The guards searched everywhere for the person in the portrait, but to no avail.
By chance, I saw the face in the portrait at a butcher's stall.
However, compared to the unattainable figure in the portrait, who was as clear as the snow on the mountain, the meat vendor was a bit more ferocious.
The guard was overjoyed and wanted to take the butcher back to the princess's mansion to ask for a reward.
But he never expected that the butcher was already married and had a beautiful woman at home. The two of them were in love with each other. Even when he went to the stall, the beautiful woman was by his side, wiping his sweat and handing him water from time to time, which made everyone around them extremely jealous and envious.
In order to get the gold and silver as reward, the guard wanted to try again.
After all, there are many people who abandon their wives and children for fame and fortune.
But after hearing what the guard said, the butcher was not moved at all.
Instead, he showed his long sword that was flashing with a blazing white light and looked at the guards with cold eyes.
The guard wanted to persuade him again, but the beauty behind the stall let out a moan. The butcher ignored the guard and hurried to see what happened to the beauty.
When the other guards learned that the person in the portrait was Rong Zhao, the butcher who had been driven out by Princess Chunru, they immediately looked at each other in surprise.
As royal guards, they knew clearly that Rong Zhao had violated the agreement and had sex with the young maid, causing Princess Chunru to lose face.
At this moment, they all advised the guard who wanted to ask for the reward to keep the matter secret in his heart and never tell Princess Chunru. He should just think that he was incompetent and could not find the person destined by Princess Chunru.
The guard didn't understand what was going on, but he couldn't resist the temptation of gold and silver, so he reported the matter to Princess Chunru truthfully.
Princess Chunru was delighted to learn that the person in the portrait had been found.
But when she heard that the person was Rong Zhao, her face turned pale and she denied it repeatedly: "No, it's impossible, it can't be him!"
She had seen the butcher with her own eyes. He had a strong build, a full beard, and looked like a rough man.
How could such a person be the same person as the extremely handsome, graceful and cold-faced immortal in her dream?
The guard's reply was so confident that Princess Chunru couldn't help but waver. She changed into casual clothes and followed the guard to check it out.
Baoshan sipped the sour plum juice from the bamboo tube. Rong Zhao had told her in person in the past not to buy this sweet and sour water.
Now her head felt heavy and her body was weak, so Rong Zhao personally bought some sour plum juice for her to drink to quench her thirst.
Rong Zhao was busy working in front of the stall. Bao Shan looked at his tall figure and remembered that the royal guard had come to look for him just now and said that he was the person in the portrait and the destined person for Princess Chunru, but Rong Zhao drove the guard away with a cold face.
Baoshan sighed softly. She had also noticed that Rong Zhao was similar to the person in the portrait.
After all, the portrait was posted behind their stall, and they could see it just by turning around.
But Rong Zhao was extremely stubborn and refused to admit that he was the pale-faced scholar who looked weak and powerless.
When Baoshan talked too much, Rong Zhao would pinch her waist viciously and ask her if she liked men like that, and then she would think of herself as him.
After saying that, Rong Zhao bullied Bao Shan so much that he couldn't even speak.
As a result, Baoshan never dared to mention the person in the portrait again.
After all, she wouldn't be able to bear the reckless man's anger if it happened a few more times.
Rong Zhao turned around and found Bao Shan with a pair of clear eyes, looking at him quietly.
Rong Zhao's mind moved, and he walked to the front of the treasure fan, blocking all sight by leaning sideways. He leaned over and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Baoshan nodded slightly and handed the bamboo tube to Rong Zhao.
Rong Zhao refused to drink, only staring at Bao Shan's slender white fingers with a deep gaze. Bao Shan dipped her fingers into some sour plum juice. Only then did Rong Zhao gently open his lips and savor the liquid with his delicate fingers.
The two of them were very intimate and looked very affectionate.
Princess Chunru, who was standing not far away, suddenly had tears in her eyes. She had never expected that Rong Zhao, who was originally in her pocket, was handed over to someone else by her own promise.
The immortal king she had been thinking about was contaminated by another woman.
Princess Chunru's blood rushed to her head, her body swayed, and she fell to the ground.
The demon servant looked at Princess Chunru, whose soul had returned to the demon world, and a hint of impetuous anger appeared in his usually pure eyes.
The demon servant was slightly shocked, thinking that the mortal world was really not a good place to be. Even Princess Chunru, who was simple by nature, was tortured into this state through life after life.
Princess Chunru looked melancholy, as she retained the memories of two lives.
Especially in the second life, the scenes of Prince Rong Zhao and other women showing affection and love lingered in her mind, making her feel confused.
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