Chapter 135 World 6 (7)
From then on, Lu Wenhe understood how to disguise himself. He would put away all those dark expressions and only act politely. However, Lu Wenhe's true nature, like a raging flame, was hidden beneath a paper-thin skin. If he wasn't careful, his hypocrisy would be revealed. As he grew older, Lu Wenhe became more calm and composed, but his desire to possess his belongings grew stronger.
There is a pavilion in the Duke's Mansion, towering into the clouds, almost reaching the sky, and it is called Zhaixing.
No one in the Duke's Mansion knew what was stored in the Zhaixing Pavilion, for Lu Wenhe had decreed that no one but himself was allowed to approach. If anyone pushed open the pavilion's doors, they would be greeted by a dazzling display of yellow and white objects, gleaming and shimmering with brilliance. Anyone who saw these gold, silver, and jewels would instinctively widen their eyes, a look of trance in their eyes. Precious jewels were carelessly tossed to the ground. Round pearls rolled around, finally coming to a stop after hitting the wall. The Zhaixing Pavilion seemed like the legendary treasure trove of demons and monsters.
Lu Wenhe has always been extremely strict when it comes to his belongings.
These gold and silver jewels were stained with Lu Wenhe's scent. Therefore, Lu Wenhe would rather put them away than take them out and show them to the public.
In the past, Lu Wenhe's possessiveness was limited to inanimate objects, but now, he has found something new.
Lu Wenhe stood up and walked over to Baoshan. His fingers were slender, like bamboo shoots in spring, their bones sharp and bony. His graceful fingers gently lifted Baoshan's black hair. The soft, flowing hair, like ground ink, dripped onto Lu Wenhe's fingertips.
But what remained on the fingers was not the light and elegant scent of ink, but the fragrant and shimmering scent of a daughter.
Refreshing and alluring.
As if surprised by Lu Wenhe's sudden action, Baoshan slightly turned sideways, and the black hair falling on Lu Wenhe's fingertips became more slender and ethereal, as soft as clouds and mist.
The collar of the dress, which was tightly attached to Baoshan's neck, opened slightly as she turned sideways, revealing a hint of white and deep skin.
It was clearly just a tiny bit of whiteness, and Lu Wenhe could cover it up with just one palm.
But this touch of tender white seemed to catch Lu Wenhe's eyes, making him stare intently and his mouth dry.
The teapot on the carved wooden table was still half full of tea.
Lu Wenhe did not pour tea or drink water, because a better idea emerged in his mind.
Lu Wenhe leaned over, his thin lips almost touching Baoshan's blushing cheek.
His tone was deep and a little hoarse, like a ghost wandering around at night, using a lingering and affectionate voice to deceive passers-by's trust and then swallowing them mouthful by mouthful.
"Why sell jewelry, huh?"
His warm breath made Baoshan's bloody cheek even hotter and hotter.
Baoshan's brows dimmed, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally told Lu Wenhe the truth.
"I... have reached the age of marriage... but I don't have much dowry, so I came up with this idea..."
This is half true and half false.
Baoshan knew Qin Fu's temper well, and Qin Fu looked down on Baoshan.
When Bao Shan showed weakness, he was disappointed that she was not as good as him. Even though he was angry, he took out the jewelry to "humiliate" Bao Shan, asking her not to lose face for the Qin family. Bao Shan acted like a quail, accepted the jewelry, and then turned around to sell them.
Any jewelry that can fall into Qin Fu's hands must not be vulgar items and can always be sold at a good price.
To be on the safe side, Baoshan would find a jewelry store and have the gold and silver jewelry imitated.
Bao Shan naturally wouldn't wear these fakes; she simply wanted to have an explanation when Qin Fu asked about the jewelry's whereabouts. Despite receiving Qin Fu's gift, Bao Shan remained unadorned, wearing only simple jewelry. Qin Fu would only scold her, but never yell at her, demanding she bring the jewelry over so she could personally watch her wear it.
However, he sold out his eldest sister's kindness just for the sake of greed for wealth.
How could a person with such a personality make a man fall in love with her? Instead, she would attract criticism and contempt.
Baoshan couldn't tell the truth, so she pretended to be greedy for wealth and fame, and said that her dowry was not big enough, so she had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.
In this way, it neither damages its soft image nor adds a bit of pitiful posture.
Lu Wenhe really believed this statement and didn't think about it any further.
He stared at Bao Shan quietly. Because he had told the truth, Bao Shan's face was full of shame and anger, and his body was shaky.
After all, her words just now revealed a hint of her eagerness to get married, which was really bold.
With her clothes open, her slender white neck became even more dazzling.
Lu Wenhe gently licked Baoshan's neck, and his rosy tongue tip came out of his mouth.
The slippery and wet touch spread across Baoshan's neck.
"Prince..."
The soft and gentle voice was mixed with shy cries.
I'm afraid even the people involved can't tell the difference between joy and anger.
Like a swan in the lake, it raises a smooth and beautiful arc.
Bao Shan originally resisted, but she didn't know that this action made it easier for Lu Wenhe to do what he wanted.
He no longer licked lightly, but instead bared his sharp teeth and left marks on Baoshan's neck with neither light nor heavy strokes.
In the vast wilderness, wild animals do the same when they enjoy their food.
They leave their marks on their prey wantonly and crazily, play with it to their heart's content, and then swallow it up.
Baoshan had already fallen on the bed, her whole body limp and powerless, like a prey left to be abused by anyone.
Lu Wenhe's voice was so cold that it made people tremble.
"Whom to marry?"
He chuckled.
"Marry your Xie Lang?"
Baoshan murmured: "No..."
Lu Wenhe no longer concealed his despicable nature, and the aura of a noble gentleman around him had completely dissipated.
Lu Wenhe's eyes were sinister, without any emotion in his black pupils, staring straight at the treasure fan.
He looked very seriously, from the distant mountain eyebrows, slowly down to the panicked and trembling eyes, the straight nose, and the soft lips...
Lu Wenhe seemed to want to memorize all of this in his heart. With his dark eyes, he carefully traced the outline of Baoshan's face.
Lu Wenhe bit the white and delicate neck again, using some force this time, and crimson blood slowly flowed out.
Lu Wenhe's face was frozen, without a trace of panic.
He rolled his tongue and wiped away all the blood.
The corners of Lu Wenhe's lips were a strangely bright red. His tone was disdainful and arrogant, mocking Baoshan's plan.
"As a concubine, you need to prepare more dowry."
Otherwise, what should I do if my wife treats me harshly, gives me cold food and leftovers, and doesn't bring any dowry into the house?
Lu Wenhe thought that Baoshan had taken a fancy to Xie Guan, and like thousands of other infatuated women in the world, she would rather be a concubine or a slave than marry her beloved.
Lu Wenhe looked at Baoshan's pitiful appearance and sneered in his heart: Such a cowardly character seems to be able to do stupid things regardless of the consequences for the sake of her ideal husband.
Baoshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, allowing Lu Wenhe to misunderstand her and regard her as a "lovesick woman" who would marry only Xie Guan. Baoshan's soft lips were pursed tightly, forming a thin straight line.
The way she looked at him indicated that she agreed.
Lu Wenhe loosened his grip on the fair neck and used his teeth to push open the buttons on the collar.
Everywhere he looked, there was a soft, trembling, swaying quality. From afar, it made his eyes burn and redden, and he longed for a cold place to soothe himself. And the undulating ground was his home.
Baoshan hugged Lu Wenhe's head, and her soft hands shuttled through his hair.
Lu Wenhe raised his head and looked at Baoshan, whose breath was disordered, his face flushed, and he looked like someone waiting for his love.
Because of Lu Wenhe's actions, Baoshan's words became intermittent and incoherent.
"No, no..."
Lu Wenhe was not angry. He just stared at Baoshan's eyes, which were misty with pleading, and said casually, "You are afraid of your elder sister, afraid of everyone in the Qin Mansion, but not afraid of me."
Baoshan shuddered and looked at Lu Wenhe with her watery eyes. She couldn't believe it, but because she heard it clearly, she had no choice but to believe it.
Lu Wenhe was threatening her that if she refused, he would tell everything to his elder sister and the Qin family.
Baoshan let go of the soft hand that was caressing Lu Wenhe, as if she had given up resisting.
Lu Wenhe was unwilling to let her go, and his voice was full of temptation: "Hold on tight."
Lu Wenhe is so tough, his temperament is so arrogant and weak, and he has none of the etiquette and manners of a nobleman.
Bao Shan learned of Lu Wenhe's true identity, but was helpless and could only let him do whatever he wanted.
The soft hands, like light cotton balls, loosely grabbed Lu Wenhe's hair.
The owner of the white-handed Xiao changes with the ups and downs of the treasure fan's emotions.
At first, her bare hands were just lightly placed on the black hair.
But soon, the unstable body made the fragile dodder need to find a support to prevent itself from sinking into the warm water and being melted by it.
The delicate hand arched into a subtle arc, a thin, pale blue hue gradually revealing itself through the radiant skin, then spreading to a pinkish hue resembling peach blossoms. Lu Wenhe's hair was held in the palm of his hand by the treasured fan. As time went on, the force on the hair tie gradually deepened, from a gentle caress to a tug.
The slight pain coming from the roots of his hair did not make Lu Wenhe angry.
Instead, it made the deep eyes even darker and gloomier, with a faint flash of happiness.
The bamboo bed made Baoshan's slender and delicate waist appear green.
However, soon the precious fan no longer had to endure the ruggedness of the green bamboo.
Because she was held in Lu Wenhe's arms, her waist was tightly held, and her soft buttocks nestled on Lu Wenhe's long legs, she seemed to be controlled by Lu Wenhe and had no freedom.
Everything around him began to become blurry in Baoshan's eyes. These elegant decorations gradually overlapped with each other, and he could not tell which was the porcelain vase and which was the teacup.
Baoshan's whole body was filled with weakness and soreness, and behind her was a wide-open window.
The sunlight shines through the mottled bamboo leaves and splashes onto her back, which is as white as mutton-fat jade.
It is like pouring a full porcelain bottle of honey on delicate jade. The color is warm and mellow, which is both dazzling and deliciously sweet.
Baoshan raised his head, faced the dazzling sunlight, and forced himself to open his eyes.
Not far in front of her was a painting of an auspicious dragon rising from the mist.
Baoshan's consciousness became confused, and the shape of the auspicious dragon in his eyes gradually began to distort and change.
The dragon was no longer a dragon, but turned into a ferocious python, pouncing towards the treasure fan.
Baoshan let out a soft cry and crawled into Lu Wenhe's arms.
Lu Wenhe looked forbearing. Without waiting for Baoshan to speak, he took the soft lips into his mouth and savored the taste carefully.
The precious fan avoided the Teng Snake in the painting, but could not avoid the person behind it.
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