Chapter 144 World 6 (16)
The deeper the night, the heavier the dew.
The pitch-black night enveloped Han Wenxin's figure. As if on cue, Han Wenxin stopped in front of a magnificent mansion. A plaque on the door read "Duke's Mansion." The night watchman dozed off, his eyes half-closed, when he vaguely heard someone knocking on the door. His hazy consciousness suddenly cleared. He draped his coat over his shoulders, poked his head out, and asked, "Who is it..."
Before he could finish his words, the concierge saw Han Wenxin's face clearly and nearly bit his tongue. He patted his sore cheek, looked at Han Wenxin's empty back, and asked, "Miss Han, why are you alone at this late hour?"
The concierge knew Han Wenxin. There were many people in the city who favored the Duke's son. However, Han Wenxin, acting with impunity, like a free-spirited foreign woman, pursued Lu Wenhe relentlessly, not concealing her feelings at all. But recently, I heard that Han Wenxin had given up her thoughts and abandoned her obsession with Lu Wenhe.
The servants in the Duke's Mansion were also discussing this matter, and some said: Han Wenxin looks charming and expresses her feelings so straightforwardly.
Even if Lu Wenhe is not tempted for the time being, there will always be a day when the iron tree will bloom.
Not to mention that Han Wenxin suddenly gave up her feelings for Lu Wenhe and the people around her suddenly became deserted. Lu Wenhe would definitely remember Han Wenxin's kindness, and then the situation between the two would be reversed.
In the past, it was Han Wenxin who was clinging to Lu Wenhe, and in the future, it was Lu Wenhe who was thinking about Han Wenxin.
But the doorman thought otherwise. In terms of appearance, the two daughters of the Qin family were outstanding in appearance at the Spring Outing Banquet.
Especially the younger ones, they are slender and weak, and I feel pity for them.
The other servants scoffed and said, "She's just a concubine. Her fate is to be a concubine."
As his thoughts turned back to his mind, the doorman's face did not show any expression of scrutiny, but he was secretly speculating in his heart: Han Wenxin has given up her thoughts on the prince, so why is she coming to the door so eagerly now?
Han Wenxin was desperate to see Lu Wenhe. Previously, she had treated him like a nightmare and avoided him. Now that she was in trouble, she remembered that the only person she could rely on was her husband from her previous life.
Lu Wenhe is the prince of the Duke's Mansion, and he can solve her problems with just a little thought.
Han Wenxin opened his mouth and said, "I'm here to look for Prince Lu..."
The doorman said respectfully, "It's getting late, the prince may have gone to bed. Miss Han, why don't you go back home first and come back tomorrow."
Han Wenxin was extremely persistent: "I want to see Master Lu today."
Seeing this, the doorman had no choice but to report the situation to the government.
The candlelight flickered. Lu Wenhe, wearing his inner garments, held a scroll in his hand. Against the backdrop of the dim light, he carefully read the words on the scroll.
It is written in beautiful small regular script with hairpin flowers. The handwriting is just like the writer, without any strong and vigorous style, but showing softness and fragility.
——Can the marriage be successful?
Looking at these four words, Lu Wenhe chuckled. Even the letter he sent to test the text was so cautious.
Lu Wenhe stretched out his hand and carefully traced the handwriting on the paper. The elegant scent of ink mixed with the sweet fragrance of flower petals, probably the floral fragrance pouring out from the sleeves of Baoshan.
Lu Wenhe's bony fingers were slightly clenched and he tapped lightly on the words on the scroll.
It was clearly just a simple caress, but when Lu Wenhe did it, it felt like the intimate, gentle caress of skin between lovers.
The servant outside the door called out in a low voice, "Master."
Lu Wenhe's eyes were stern, and he asked the servant to come in.
The servant told Han Wenxin in detail about his request for a meeting.
"At this hour, Miss Han shouldn't be allowed in. But Miss Han insisted on seeing the prince, and it looked like she had something urgent to tell him. Prince, do you want to see her or not?"
The servant couldn't make up his mind and even felt a little sorry for Han Wenxin. Such a charming woman had been ignored by Lu Wenhe for a long time, so he finally decided to give up the idea.
I am here in a hurry to find you now. I am afraid you have encountered some difficulties, which is why we meet so late at night.
Lu Wenhe put on his outer robe and tied the laces on his brocade clothes. After he was dressed neatly, he walked out of the house.
Seeing this, the servant thought Lu Wenhe agreed to meet Han Wenxin, so he hurried after him and said, "I'll go tell the gatekeeper to open the gate and welcome Miss Han into the mansion."
Lu Wenhe suddenly stopped, looked at the servant gravely, and said calmly, "Why do you want to welcome her into the mansion?"
Although it was late at night, there is no wall that is impenetrable.
If Han Wenxin is welcomed into the Duke's Mansion, word will spread tomorrow that the Duke's Mansion's prince had a night out with a beautiful woman, and the two families will soon sign a marriage contract.
Seeing that Lu Wenhe had no intention of meeting Han Wenxin, the servant was completely confused and asked doubtfully, "If he doesn't meet Miss Han, then—what's the prince doing..."
He was clearly about to go to bed, but he was dressed neatly, even changing into his black boots, which meant he was preparing to leave the house.
Lu Wenhe's expression was cold, and the servant immediately fell silent. He casually asked where his master had gone. He could not escape this punishment.
Thinking of Han Wenxin outside the mansion, Lu Wenhe frowned slightly and made arrangements: "Send a few guards in the name of the Duke's Mansion to send Miss Han back.
"I must tell Lord Han in person that although the city is peaceful and no one picks up things on the streets, you are a woman after all, and wandering the streets will inevitably attract criticism."
The servant was secretly shocked by Lu Wenhe's cold heart. He had gone to such great lengths to send Han Wenxin back, and then told the Han family such words, turning Han Wenxin's visit to the palace into an act of impropriety, walking the streets in the dead of night. The Duke's Mansion had only done this out of kindness, sending her back. He was warning the Han family to discipline their own daughter.
The servant reported Lu Wenhe's instructions to the concierge. Facing Han Wenxin, the servant said with a wry smile, "Miss Han's arrival is truly unfortunate. The young master has just gone to bed, and we dared not disturb him hastily.
It would be better to send a few guards to send Miss Han back first.
If Han Wenxin wants to see the prince someday, just send him a visiting card."
Han Wenxin's face was gloomy. Just by looking at the servant's arrangements, he knew that he was following the orders of his master.
The reason I said this was to leave room for myself.
Although Han Wenxin wanted to see Lu Wenhe, she knew that if she continued asking, she would only lose face.
Han Wenxin left with the guards. Before leaving, he looked back at the Duke's Mansion.
In the past, she was imprisoned here all day long, unable to leave, and had no way to escape.
In her previous life, she had never imagined that one day entering the cage again would be so difficult.
The bright and hazy moonlight poured through the glutinous window paper onto the soft couch, reflecting on cheeks as white as the tips of precious fan bamboo shoots.
Baoshan was covered with a thin brocade quilt, completely concealing her delicate and slender body.
Under the moonlight, her dark eyebrows appear darker and her cherry lips appear softer and more charming.
It seemed like the wind was blowing in the yard. The wind at this time of year was always gentle. It gently patted the glutinous window paper a few times and then stopped.
Because of the noise in the yard, Baoshandai frowned in her sleep. After the noise stopped, her frown gradually relaxed.
The thick, inky figure, like an indistinct and blurry cloud, gently enveloped Baoshan's bed.
The figure stopped in front of Baoshan, stretched out his cool palm, and gently stroked Baoshan's cheek.
Being touched by such an icy palm, Bao Shan's brows furrowed in wrinkles, and a soft moan escaped from her soft lips.
Seeing this situation, Lu Wenhe did not withdraw his hand. He pressed harder with his fingertips, rubbing the skin that felt as white as mutton-fat jade.
Not until that inch of skin was completely stained with his scent did Lu Wenhe let go of his hand and slowly moved down.
When Baoshan fell asleep, she looked well-behaved and weak, with her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms.
She was wearing a plain white lining, with only a cluster of small and delicate oleander embroidered on the collar.
The inner garment was loose and opened slightly as Bao Shan turned over, revealing dazzlingly delicate skin.
Lu Wenhe's fingers, like green bamboo, stroked the oleander on the collar inside the treasure fan, and then gently pulled it.
In the darkness of the room, Lu Wenhe looked at the whiteness with a deep look in his eyes.
After a rustling of clothes, Lu Wenhe raised his head. His tightly pursed thin lips were filled with the shimmering light of water and the charming spring scenery.
Baoshan's hair was slightly messy, and the fluffy hair fell on her chest.
The collar is decorated with delicate oleander, and further down, there are dots of red, just like oleander in full bloom in the snow, so dazzling that one can't take their eyes off it.
After caressing the oleander for a while, Lu Wenhe said it was not enough, far from enough.
He stretched out his fingers and pressed Baoshan's soft lips lightly and heavily.
Until Baoshan, who was in her sleep, could no longer bear the strange feeling on her lips, she opened her mouth and tried to use her pearly teeth to punish the rebellious little thief who had bullied her so shamelessly.
Lu Wenhe's finger was clenched by the teeth. Even in sleep, facing the "evil" thieves, the treasured fan was extremely weak, not daring to exert any great strength even for a simple "revenge." Like a small animal with newly grown teeth, the treasured fan gnawed at the bamboo-like fingertips with its tiny force.
Lu Wenhe didn't care, and even teased her by sliding his other fingers across Baoshan's cheek.
Just a light touch of the fingertips, as soft and ethereal as a feather, like a dream.
In the end, the precious fan could not withstand the thief's roguery and arrogance. Even in his sleep, the corners of his eyes were tinged with crimson.
In the moonlight, Lu Wenhe could see clearly that her soft lips had turned slightly red.
Lu Wenhe leaned over, took the soft lips into his mouth, biting and licking them gently, refusing to withdraw for a long time.
Even though Baoshan had difficulty breathing, he stretched out his arm to push Lu Wenhe away.
But the two slender arms were easily clamped.
"Breathing...uncomfortable...no..."
The sound of weeping could be heard in the house, but it was too weak and feeble to receive any response from the servants.
The only one who responded to this was Lu Wenhe, who placed soft and dense kisses of varying depths.
Baoshan opened her eyes, and in her trembling eyes, the frosty moonlight and the intoxicated Lu Wenhe were reflected.
Bao Shan's body trembled slightly, and his voice became slightly hoarse: "How did the prince... get here..."
This was clearly Baoshan's boudoir, but Lu Wenhe came in easily as if he were in an empty place, and did not attract the attention of the servants in the Qin Mansion.
Lu Wenhe finally let go of Baoshan's lips, and their lips parted. The thin silver thread connecting them was shining with water, and under the hazy moonlight, it made their love even more tender and beautiful.
The moonlight is bright and the silver lines are gorgeous. The combination of the two makes people look dazed and their hearts burn.
Being able to breathe normally, Baoshan sat up straight and exhaled gently.
The coolness under the collar made Baoshan lower his head to look, and he saw a large area of delicate white skin. This beautiful scene made Baoshan's ears red.
She hurriedly gathered her inner garments, covered herself with the quilt, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why is Master Lu here?"
Lu Wenhe sniffed Baoshan's fragrant hair and said in a faint voice, "Didn't you invite me to meet you privately?"
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