Chapter 141 World VI (Thirteen)
Baoshan's jade-white cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hazy and dazed, but she was bolder than usual, staring straight at Lu Wenhe who was sitting opposite her.
Although both feet were clearly standing on the ground, Baoshan's body was slightly shaky, as if it was standing on a bumpy boat, swaying and never steady for a moment.
Bao Shan's heart skipped a beat. She gently rubbed her chest, feeling a sense of unease. She called out, "Big Sister," and, with both hands on the table, stood up. Qin Fu slumped on the table, seemingly intoxicated. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let the wine cup beside her fall, spilling the mellow, lingering wine everywhere.
Her dark brows knitted together, a troubled expression on Baoshan's face. She was unconscious, unable to understand why Qin Fu, who could hold her liquor well, was drunk here. Why did the peach blossom wine, which was more sweet than mellow, make her steps unsteady?
The slender body swayed gently as it walked towards Qin Fu. But before the treasure fan could get any closer to Qin Fu, it was embraced by a strong and powerful arm.
Bao Shan lost her balance and fell right onto the man's lap. She raised her misty eyes and looked at Lu Wenhe, who was conscious and had dark pupils, and tried to struggle to get up.
But in the end it is like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, and it is futile.
Even the awake Baoshan couldn't break free from Lu Wenhe's grasp, let alone the Baoshan that was now limp and exuding the aroma of fine wine.
All the strength of Baoshan was under Lu Wenhe's control.
Her thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a hint of grievance in her voice.
"I...I want my elder sister..."
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Lu Wenhe was not moved at all. Instead, he sneered and said in a deep voice: "Why are you like a child, panicking and looking for your elder sister?"
Lu Wenhe grasped Baoshan's boneless hand, leaning over and gently nibbling it. Wine can dispel cold, but it can also generate heat. Baoshan felt warm, and soon her entire body felt like it was on fire, scorching hot.
Only the light kiss from Lu Wenhe brought a hint of coolness.
Baoshan raised his hand and placed his palm against his cheek, trying to draw coolness from it.
Seeing this, Lu Wenhe's eyes became deep, and he transmitted bits of coolness to the entire body of the treasure fan, leaving no part untouched.
The temperature of the air in the room was gradually rising, making people feel restless and uneasy.
The two of them were like a pair of mandarin ducks embracing each other, their bodies entwined and unwilling to separate.
Outside, Qin Fu's moan was like winter ice, pouring down on the treasure fan.
Her cheeks were still flushed, but her eyes were filled with panic.
Baoshan held Lu Wenhe's cheeks, and only in this way could she stop Lu Wenhe's violent kiss.
"Can't."
Compared to most people, Lu Wenhe was much more patient with the treasured fan. But every time he heard Baoshan's "No," "No," "That's not right," Lu Wenhe's patience was almost worn out. Just like children playing on the street, when they first get a new toy, they cherish it, but after a while, they lose interest and move on to the next new thing.
The desire in Lu Wenhe's eyes dissipated, and he pondered in his heart: Could it be that he is disgusted with the treasure fan?
But the next moment, Baoshan's soft lips were imprinted on Lu Wenhe's earlobe. Her voice was soft, with the shyness unique to a young girl in love: "...My elder sister is here..."
Lu Wenhe looked up and saw fear and shyness intertwined on Baoshan's fair and delicate cheeks and skin as smooth as jade.
Because he added a light pink color, the scene is so beautiful.
Those lingering thoughts vanished from Lu Wenhe's eyes, but they continued to grow wildly in his heart like weeds blown by the wind.
Lu Wenhe could feel the delicate meridians at his earlobe beating restlessly, spreading from his earlobe to his neck and entire body.
Lu Wenhe knew in his heart that he was not disgusted with the treasure fan, but was becoming more and more addicted to it.
As for how long this thought could last, Lu Wenhe didn't think too much about it.
Ever since he got the pollen into the hands of the servant who bullied him.
Lu Wenhe saw with his own eyes that his twin brother had difficulty breathing, and his finely carved face was distorted into an ugly shape.
When the servant who was beaten with a stick was covered in blood, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at him with an expression of unwillingness to close his eyes in death, Lu Wenhe did not feel afraid. The blood in his body was flowing with something called "malice". There was no fear, only cold calmness.
He also learned how to disguise himself, using a decent appearance to cover up his unbearable nature.
Seeing others get hurt did not make Lu Wenhe happy. No matter who saw his ugly face, they would not smile.
But after walking alone for so many years, Lu Wenhe finally felt a different kind of emotion.
What he didn't expect was that this feeling of ease and comfort came from such a slender and fragile body.
Lu Wenhe buried himself in the warmth and softness of the jade, just like other people who were addicted to beauty, thinking about her day and night, and not wanting to leave for a moment.
Lu Wenhe brought the treasure fan to the inner room of the guest room. The outer room and the inner room were separated by only a thin carved wooden door.
In the corner of the wall stood a porcelain vase half the height of a person, filled with fragrant flowers.
Between the porcelain vase and the carved wooden door, there is a long and narrow baffle, lying there flat, perhaps for placing ornaments, but now it is empty.
But it doesn’t matter, Lu Wenhe will soon make full use of this baffle.
The wood used for the baffle is thin, and if you put some heavy objects on it, you have to worry about whether it will collapse in an instant.
But when Lu Wenhe carried the treasure fan up, the baffle only trembled slightly, and then there was no movement.
Lu Wenhe is not a person who gives up halfway. He continued what he had just been interrupted by the treasure fan.
The bony finger bones were slightly raised, and the slender bamboo-like fingers were gently twisting the small and white jaw.
It feels smooth, more delicate than the jewels in the Star-Pick Attic, and has a better touch.
Unlike those jewels that are cold all over, the treasure fan is like a soft and gentle cotton ball, which makes people want to stroke and rub it gently.
Looking at the slightly opened lips, the softness with a pink tinge can be vaguely seen.
Lu Wenhe's already dark eyes darkened even further. He was no longer a gentleman, with a gentle kiss. Instead, he preferred to be a scoundrel who indulged in beauty, acting recklessly and casually.
The pain from her lips made Baoshan's body tremble slightly, and her eyes and eyebrows became more charming.
But this adorable scene failed to soften Lu Wenhe's heart.
Instead, he attacked without restraint, biting and nibbling at random, leaving Bao Shan unable to withstand it.
Through the complicated dress, Lu Wenhe stroked the soft flesh on Baoshan's waist. He cupped his palms and touched the Baoshan with only his fingertips.
The feeling of clouds and fog makes it difficult to distinguish between reality and fantasy.
The finger of the virtual point slowly moved up along the thin spine and landed on the fragile neck.
Lu Wenhe pressed lightly, and the treasure fan touched his lips. It seemed as if the treasure fan did it on its own initiative.
Lu Wenhe had heard many voices: the scolding of his nanny when he was young, the whispers of the servants discussing and sympathizing with each other, the wailing of thieves begging for mercy on their knees, the flattery...
But none of them could make his heart tremble like the soft moaning sound of the person in front of him.
Lu Wenhe's body stiffened slightly. He didn't understand the feeling in his heart, but he felt that the throbbing sensation was quite pleasant.
Lu Wenhe was like a hunter who patiently guided the ignorant white rabbit to make more lingering sounds.
His head was dizzy and Baoshan's body seemed to be soaked in peach blossom wine.
Because she was slightly tipsy, her fair skin was as delicate and pink as peach blossoms.
And when the cool thin lips fell, the pink color on the skin became darker, as if a peach bud finally opened its petals and bloomed softly, showing the soft fragrance inside the petals to the person picking the flowers.
Bao Scallop bit her lips tightly with her teeth, not daring to make a sound. After all, just across the wall was the drunken Qin Fu.
The shape of the precious fan was like a peach blossom hanging on a branch, blown by the strong wind, shaky and unbearable, almost falling to the ground.
But even so, Baoshan just wrapped her arms around Lu Wenhe's neck, put it close to his ear, and told him all those delicate and sweet words.
Looking at the conscious and healthy Lu Wenhe, Baoshan swayed slightly, wondering why Lu Wenhe was not afraid. Baoshan was worried, and when he closed his eyes, he imagined -
Because the noise was too loud, the drunk Qin Fu opened her eyes and walked towards the inner room. Her footsteps were light and made almost no sound.
Qin Fu looked around the inner room, and on the narrow partition, she found Lu Wenhe and Bao Shan, who were like entwined mandarin ducks.
Even someone as dignified and reserved as Qin Fu was surprised by such a reckless scene. She screamed in shock, pointed at the fan half-exposed on her shoulders, and accused her with a flushed face, "You, you—you have no sense of shame!"
Baoshan's frail body began to tremble more and more. She hugged Lu Wenhe's neck tightly and buried herself in his arms.
Baoshan murmured and finished his guess in a halting manner.
Hearing this, Lu Wenhe was not worried, but kissed Baoshan's eyes soothingly: "It won't be so easy to wake up."
After doing this, Lu Wenhe was slightly surprised, but looking at the treasure fan that was not aware of it at all, Lu Wenhe felt that he was being too suspicious and thought to himself: I am just going with the flow.
How could anyone like him ever feel any compassion?
Despite the slenderness of the treasure fan, its flimsy shield couldn't withstand the weight of several hours. Finally, it buckled under the weight and cracked with a snap. Without a moment to call for help, the treasure fan fell into Lu Wenhe's arms. Lu Wenhe lay on the ground. The treasure fan lowered his eyes, watching the priceless robe, now carelessly cushioned beneath Lu Wenhe's body.
Lu Wenhe gently bit Baoshan's earlobe, and after leaving his mark, he changed from biting to licking.
"I really like the dress you prepared today."
Baoshan's body trembled slightly.
Lu Wenhe continued, "In the future, don't keep it in the carriage. I don't like it being contaminated with other people's scent."
Bao Shan tried to defend herself softly, "That dress was prepared by my mother, not..."
It wasn't that she chose it intentionally.
Lu Wenhe's dark pupils stared at the treasure fan, immediately blocking all her excuses.
"There are plenty of opportunities for you to wear that dress."
Baoshan's beautiful eyes drooped slightly, and there was no joy in her expression.
She looked at Lu Wenhe's face carefully, and then looked at Qin Fu outside in what she thought was a covert look.
Little did she know that all these tiny actions of hers were seen by Lu Wenhe.
Between the two of them, Lu Wenhe is powerful and highly regarded, and he will definitely have a bright future.
Qin Fu, on the other hand, possessed the demeanor of a mistress and was well versed in the ways of the harem. It seemed that the two were a perfect match. If it weren't for the treasured fan, Lu Wenhe and Qin Fu would have been a couple praised by the world...
Bao Shan's eyes dimmed, and in a depressed mood, she even muttered to herself, "There's a certain difference between the concubine of the Duke's mansion's prince and Xie Guan's concubine..."
A hint of sadness flashed across Baoshan's beautiful eyes, and she thought of Xie Guan.
Compared to Lu Wenhe, Xie Guan's thoughts are easier to understand, and except for the position of wife, Xie Guan can give her everything.
Even if Xie Guan had a wife, it would not have much impact on Baoshan.
After all, he couldn't give Baoshan a legitimate name, which made Xie Guan feel even more guilty about Baoshan.
If she really entered the Xie Mansion, with Xie Guan's protection, Bao Shan could become a concubine who does whatever she wants.
As for Lu Wenhe, he had an unstable temperament and had no feelings for her. One day, Lu Wenhe had many concubines in his backyard, and Baoshan could only rely on Qin Fu to survive.
Lu Wenhe could see the thoughts in Baoshan's delicate eyes. Although Baoshan was delicate, as a concubine's daughter, she had to consider her own marriage.
He understood Baoshan's affection for Xie Guan and her fear of him.
He said in a deep voice: "The Qin family wants Ehuang and Nvying to marry the same man, but if Nvying pleases me, why should I marry Ehuang separately?"
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