Chapter 145 World 6 (Seventeen)
Baoshan's cheeks were flushed with shyness. Hearing what Lu Wenhe said, Baoshan's watery eyes suddenly widened, looking like someone who had been wronged. Her voice was soft, with a hint of hoarseness after a long moment of affection: "I didn't..."
How could Baoshan be so bold as to invite Lu Wenhe to meet her in the middle of the night?
Ignoring Baoshan's protests, Lu Wenhe rolled over and squeezed onto the bed. This woman's couch was much smaller than his own at the Duke's Mansion. Especially with Lu Wenhe's long arms and legs, he practically curled up on it. Lu Wenhe stretched out his long arms, gently embracing Baoshan's round shoulders, and he also pulled the quilt, which exuded the fragrance of a girl's cosmetics, towards him.
Baoshan kept her brows lowered, her lower lip bitten until it was white. She knew Lu Wenhe's temper well, and if she protested, it would likely anger him, prompting him to do something even more shocking. Lu Wenhe's scent was a chilling, cold pine scent, just like him—extremely unruly and intimidating. Within the small, brocade quilt, Lu Wenhe's scent quickly blended with Baoshan's sweet fragrance, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
The temperature inside the quilt was gradually rising. Lu Wenhe's palm was like a hot iron, burning Di Baoshan's shoulders.
The tightly closed window was pushed open, revealing a narrow gap. The cold wind that rushed out from the gap gradually dissipated the heat on Baoshan's cheeks.
Lu Wenhe took out a scroll from his bosom and, in front of Baoshan's surprised expression, read it word by word: "Is the marriage possible, huh?"
When he asked the question, his tone was slightly raised, and Baoshan actually heard a hint of ridicule in it. She lowered her head and almost buried it in the quilt.
Lu Wenhe said slowly, "There's nothing official between you and me, so why are you concerned about my marriage?"
Bao Shan murmured, trying to explain, "I misunderstood what my elder sister said, thinking that the Duke's Mansion was going to sign a marriage contract with the Qin family."
Lu Wenhe opened his thin lips and gently bit Baoshan's fragile earlobe.
Until the white, tender and soft earlobes, bright and juicy, like ripe pomegranate seeds hanging on the branches.
Bao Shan clutched her sleeves tightly, barely suppressing the embarrassing moan that escaped her lips. But Lu Wenhe chuckled softly and said meaningfully, "That wasn't enough just now. You're truly greedy."
Baoshan's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head to look carefully, only to find that what he was holding in his palm was not his own sleeve, but the lapel of Lu Wenhe behind him.
Because of Baoshan's force, the front of Lu Wenhe's shirt had become wrinkled and slightly opened, revealing a large area of skin. Seeing this, Baoshan's palm trembled and he quickly let go.
"I, I am not..."
Baoshan wanted to defend herself, but she didn't know how to explain it. After all, she was the one who made the mistake in wearing the clothes.
Baoshan raised her face, and her two watery eyes stared straight into Lu Wenhe's eyes.
Under the frosty moonlight, Lu Wenhe pinched Baoshan's chin, leaned over gently, and used his lips and teeth as a ruler to measure the outline of Baoshan's body.
The sweet sweat is dripping, and the feeling is beyond words.
I don't know when, the window was already open. The two people on the soft couch, by slightly turning sideways, could see the ground in the courtyard covered with silver frost.
A gentle breeze blew, dispelling all the ambiguous and warming atmosphere in the house.
The moon was bright and sparse, and a scimitar-like moon hung in the sky, pouring its hazy and bright moonlight onto the eaves, branches, and the equally fair skin.
Lu Wenhe's words were like those of a Taoist who was extremely good at bewitching people. Half coaxing and half deceiving, he asked Baoshan to tell him the whole story one by one.
"Miss Han was very puzzled. It was you who jumped into the water and saved me that day. But in Miss Han's mouth, it became Master Xie. Because Master Xie saved me, I became his favorite concubine.
Miss Han, on the other hand, has an engagement with the Duke's Mansion."
After Baoshan finished speaking, she quietly raised her eyes and looked at Lu Wenhe's expression.
Lu Wenhe's face was as cold as ice in the first half of winter. Baoshan's delicate, soft eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with tears. Lu Wenhe's tone was cold: "She hurt you, why didn't you give her back? How could you be so stupid?"
Bao Shan lowered her head and hummed softly, "It's just a small matter. I'm used to it. If I were to rush into it, I'm afraid it would only make Miss Han even angrier."
Lu Wenhe asked coldly, "Which hand?"
Bao Shan held the hand out to Lu Wenhe. Lu Wenhe lifted his sleeve, revealing skin as delicate as flawless white jade. The bruises and purple marks still lingered, and on the white wrist, they were even more striking. Bao Shan let Lu Wenhe stare, offering no explanation. Her skin was naturally delicate, and even the slightest pressure would leave a mark.
Bao Shan had heard the servants who took care of her gossip in private, saying that she was a concubine's daughter, but she had taken such good care of the skin. If she married a kind-hearted man in the future, it would be fine.
If one is born with a bad fate, he will become a toy that tosses and turns in other people's beds and is played with and teased by others.
Baoshan knew very well that men were the most likely to be soft-hearted in bed.
This matter has nothing to do with love. It's just the anger in my heart when I see the woman I hold in my arms being bullied by others.
Baoshan is accustomed to taking advantage of other people's pity and anger, letting it spread wildly and giving rise to other emotions.
So, Baoshan timidly gathered her sleeves, intending to withdraw her palm. Her voice was soft and weak, but it was like a long, soft and elegant feather, caressing one's chest, bringing out a tingling sensation.
"Don't defile the prince..."
Lu Wenhe suddenly reached out and grasped Baoshan's wrist. He lifted his sleeves, leaned down, and placed moist kisses on every purple spot.
He held the precious fan in his wrist as if he were holding a delicate and fragile glass cup, very carefully, for fear of hurting the exquisite glass.
The hostility in Lu Wenhe's eyes dissipated, replaced by a dark and gloomy look.
It was as if he treated the precious fan as the palm of his hand, like a bird in a cage, which he was determined to get.
Lu Wenhe knew that what Han Wenxin said was not impossible.
On the day of the Spring Outing Banquet, he had no intention of jumping into the water to save anyone.
Xie Guan, who was not far away, looked anxious. According to the situation at that time, Xie Guan would definitely jump into the water to rescue the treasure fan.
By then, getting married, taking a concubine, everything will be a natural process.
Next to the banyan tree, Baoshan and Xie Guan met, and Lu Wenhe saw that Xie Guan's eyes were glued to Baoshan.
He was acting like this even when he was right next to him, and when Lu Wenhe was not around, Xie Guan's behavior must have been even more reckless and outrageous.
Lu Wenhe lowered his eyes and looked at Baoshan's fair and smooth cheeks, his eyes softened. He was still very interested in Baoshan.
Compared with other gold, silver and jewelry, the treasure fan is the item that Lu Wenhe has been attached to the longest, so Lu Wenhe is willing to be patient.
I heard that women, no matter how old they are, like to hear coaxing words.
Lu Wenhe is not good at this, but he is willing to try it.
Lu Wenhe tightened his arms around Baoshan and transferred his body warmth to Baoshan.
He said calmly, "It's just nonsense."
Bao Shan's voice was soft, as if she was sighing with emotion: "Miss Han is indeed infatuated, and everyone in the city can see it."
Lu Wenhe disagreed. Everyone said that Han Wenxin was obsessed with him. Wherever Lu Wenhe appeared, Han Wenxin would be there.
According to popular opinion, even if Lu Wenhe had no feelings for Han Wenxin, he would be moved.
After all, such a pure and sincere heart is not easy to come across.
But Lu Wenhe didn't feel this infatuation. He remembered Han Wenxin's name from everyone he met. But he wasn't moved by Han Wenxin's relentless pursuit.
If you pursue it relentlessly, you can gain mutual love and true love.
The idea that beggars on the streets could chase after princes, nobles, and young ladies from aristocratic families, hoping to secure a secure future of food and clothing and the favor of those in high positions through years of pursuit, is not this absurd?
Lu Wenhe looked into Baoshan's watery eyes and said slowly, "When you and I are together, don't talk about other people. I don't like it."
As if he had thought of something, Lu Wenhe opened his thin lips and said, "Neither man nor woman."
Whether it is Han Wenxin, Xie Guan, or anyone else.
In Lu Wenhe's eyes, all of this was like passing clouds and was unimportant.
He didn't want those soft and delicious lips to talk about others while they were being affectionate and lingering.
This made Lu Wenhe feel that he was useless. Otherwise, how could Baoshan still have the strength to think of other people and other things.
"As for the engagement—"
Lu Wenhe remembered the questions on the scroll and knew that Baoshan was feeling uneasy, so he came to ask questions.
Clearly, whether it was the drowning or the gathering at the elegant house, Baoshan had always left quietly, never even going to the Duke's Mansion to ask for an explanation. And now... she was so concerned about the marriage between the Duke's Mansion and the Qin family. This discovery made Lu Wenhe feel inexplicably happy.
He gently stroked the crow-feather-like black hair of the precious fan.
"You are so stupid that you can't even please others. How can you expect me to get engaged to you?"
Baoshan turned slightly, but the blush on her fair and delicate neck showed her shyness everywhere.
The courtyard was silent, and the bright moonlight poured into the house through the window lattice, making people feel uneasy.
Baoshan said weakly, "Prince, please go back early."
I wonder when the servants in the yard will wake up.
When they find the two of them in the same room, snuggling up to each other, they will definitely spread the whole thing within half a day and make it known to everyone.
Lu Wenhe, however, looked relaxed, half leaning on the soft embroidered pillow of the treasure fan.
Seeing him like this, Baoshan remembered what Lu Wenhe had just said, and knew that he wanted her to "please others", so Lu Wenhe was willing to leave.
Bao Shan was helpless, and a conflicted look flashed across her porcelain-white face.
After a while, I heard slight noises coming from the courtyard. I wondered if the servants had woken up.
Bao Shan was anxious and quickly stood up. She placed a kiss on Lu Wenhe's lips and softened her voice, "Is the prince happy?"
Lu Wenhe's chest rose and fell slightly, and his dull smile echoed in the room.
Lu Wenhe finally got up and left, but before leaving, he stretched out his arms and took the fragrant inner garment into his arms.
Before Baoshan could stop him, Lu Wenhe quietly left.
The next day, the maid was packing Baoshan's clothes and noticed that the inner garment embroidered with twin flowers was missing. Baoshan's eyes trembled slightly, and she whispered, "Maybe there's a thief in the house."
The maid chuckled and said, "How could the huge Qin Mansion not be able to stop a thief?"
Moreover, the thief did not steal any other gold, silver, jewelry, silk or satin, but only had a special liking for this underwear.
I'm afraid he is not an ordinary thief, but a flower thief who steals the fragrance and jade.
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