Chapter 162 World Seven (Ten)
The candles went out, and the courtyard was dark and silent. Bao Shan was already lying on the couch, half asleep and half awake when she heard a noise outside the door. The only light in the entire courtyard was a lantern placed in front of the wooden door, the candlelight dim, used to light the way for Dong Yixiao who was returning late. Hearing the movement outside, Bao Shan thought that Dong Yixiao might have returned. Even with the lantern, Bao Shan was still worried that Dong Yixiao would not be able to see clearly in the dim night and would trip and hurt himself.
Baoshan was wearing a thin shirt, holding a pole in his hand, at the end of which was a lantern made of gauze, and walking towards the gate.
Before she could even see Dong Yixiao clearly, the pungent aroma of alcohol lingered at her nose. Baoshan quickened her pace, hurriedly approaching Dong Yixiao's side. Her white palm raised slightly, the light gauze lantern swaying slightly, illuminating Dong Yixiao's drunken appearance with unmistakable clarity.
There was a hint of anger in Baoshan's soft cry, but she was not good at getting angry, and even her tone of blame was soft and fleeting. After the anger, she expressed concern in a gentle voice.
"The porridge is still warm in the kitchen. I'll go get a bowl. It's lotus seed and lily porridge, very nourishing."
Hearing this, Dong Yixiao frowned and refused repeatedly: "Lotus seed and lily porridge, that's something only girls drink, I don't want it."
Baoshan supported Dong Yixiao as they walked towards his bedroom. Although Dong Yixiao's consciousness was hazy, he still had the strength to walk.
Therefore, despite its thin body, the treasure fan can still be of some help.
However, Dong Yixiao opened his eyes slightly and saw clearly that the treasure fan was leading him to his bedroom, so he refused to move forward.
Dong Yixiao pointed to another road and said in a gruff voice, "Go to the woodshed!"
Baoshan had no choice but to change direction and take Dong Yixiao to the woodshed.
When he heard the rustling sound of footsteps, Wu Li opened his eyes.
The two heterochromatic eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, looked like sparkling gems, staring at the newcomer motionlessly.
Dong Yixiao was tall and walked in front, enough to block the entire shadow of the treasure fan.
But Wu Li still saw the corner of the clothes that was of plain color and had a faint fragrance from time to time.
Being wantonly humiliated by the concierge at Princess Anning's residence, and having all the money he had spent gone to waste, Dong Yixiao was undoubtedly furious at Wu Li. The woodshed was dim, with only the bright moonlight casting a silvery glow across the room.
Bare branches and sticks were piled up all around...
But in such a gray scene, Wu Li's eyes became brighter and brighter, like the finest treasures, inlaid on that blessed face, enough to make people feel dazed.
But looking at this face, Dong Yixiao felt no emotion at all. The tone of the doorman full of disgust at Princess An Ning's mansion kept echoing in his mind.
"To please others..."
Hu Ji's dance in the tavern captivated everyone present.
The noisy discussions also echoed in Dong Yixiao's ears.
"Hu Ji dances to please people."
Dong Yixiao threw the Hu Ji dress in his arms in front of Wu Li.
The dress embellished with sequins sparkled brightly under the hazy moonlight.
Wu Li stared at the brand new Hu Ji dress in front of him with a heavy look in his eyes and no movement in his body.
Dong Yixiao took out the long whip from his waist, but considering that the treasured fan was still beside him, he didn't hit Wu Li with the whip. Instead, he swung it at the pile of firewood, making a crackling sound that was enough to have a deterrent effect.
But Wu Li glanced at the dance skirt that he could touch with his hand, and still did not move.
Dong Yixiao knew that Wu Li was intelligent and could understand simple Central Plains dialect without any special teaching.
So Dong Yixiao held the whip in his hand, pointed at the dress on the ground, and ordered Wu Li: "Put it on!"
Hearing this, Wu Li's ears twitched slightly and he finally raised his head.
Seeing Wu Li calm as water, with no trace of fear on his face from being frightened by the long whip, Dong Yixiao vaguely recalled something.
The Wuli of today is no different from the Wuli he picked up in the desert.
Even though he had endured hunger and thirst in the desert and was tamed by brute force, Wu Li never surrendered like other slaves.
Dong Yixiao's fury intensified. The energy and money he had expended on Wu Li was unmatched by any other slave. And because of his strange eyes, no one was willing to buy Wu Li. Now, only if Wu Li was docile and willing to be subordinate would he be able to earn money for Dong Yixiao. Unexpectedly, Wu Li proved to be a tough nut to crack!
Dong Yixiao raised the whip again, and this time he aimed not at the branches piled nearby, but at Wu Li's spine.
Dong Yixiao firmly believed that no matter how strong a spine is, it will have to bend down under numerous scars.
The soft sound of the treasured fan stopped Dong Yixiao from swinging the whip.
Bao Shan's beautiful eyes moved slightly as she gently looked at the dance dress on the ground and said softly, "Is this Hu Ji's dress?"
Seeing Dong Yixiao nod in agreement, Baoshan continued, "Wuli is a man, how can he wear women's clothing? If Dad wants Wuli to change into Hu people's clothing, then get some Hu clothes."
Dong Yixiao thought Baoshan was naive and didn't understand the meaning of his action, so he explained in a deep voice: "What I want Wuli to wear is the dress of Hu Ji. In the tavern, Hu Ji's exotic dance won the hearts of the crowd and won the applause of the whole room.
Wu Li's back is too straight. It's time for him to learn how to wear Hu Ji's clothes and learn her tricks to please people.
This dress is not dirty or smelly. I bought it from Hu Ji. No one has ever worn it. Why can't Wu Li wear it?"
These words were spoken clearly. Dong Yixiao didn't know how much Wu Li could understand, but he could definitely grasp the meaning. Dong Yixiao looked at Wu Li and said loudly, "I not only want you to wear clothes, but I also want you to learn how to please others."
Dong Yixiao, with a frown on his face, pulled the treasured fan in front of him and warned him, "Dad has spent too much money on Wu Li, but even getting his money back has become a luxury.
My dear daughter, today, you will first ask this lowly slave for some interest."
Baoshan had never done such a rude thing before, and she told Dong Yixiao about her predicament in a weak voice.
"Dad, I can't do it, I can't do it..."
Dong Yixiao's eyes, which had always been bright and sharp, suddenly became dull and lifeless, his lips even trembling: "Dad is doing this for a living, Baoshan, you have always been obedient, don't make things difficult for Dad."
Ever since Baoshan began to record things, Dong Yixiao has always been tough and has never bowed to anyone.
Now Dong Yixiao's words were almost begging Baoshan, so how could Baoshan refuse?
"I... won't embarrass Dad."
Dong Yixiao's face regained its radiance. The alcohol had stained his face red, but the strong intoxication did not make Dong Yixiao's steps unsteady.
He walked forward steadily and tore off Wu Li's clothes in a few seconds.
Dong Yixiao turned around, reached out and threw the bright-colored dress into Wu Li's arms.
He wanted to see whether Wu Li would rather be naked or step back and use Hu Ji's dress to cover herself.
After doing all this, Dong Yixiao whispered a few words to Baoshan and then left the woodshed.
After leaving the woodshed, Dong Yixiao had only taken a few steps when the strong smell of alcohol came rushing in like a river bursting its banks with tremendous momentum.
Dong Yixiao fell to the side of the road, closed his eyelids, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the woodshed.
When Dong Yixiao reached out to tear off Wu Li's clothes, Bao Shan turned around with a blushing cheek.
The door was closed, and the steaming heat drifted around the narrow woodshed.
Bao Shan felt as if his feet were stepping on a ball of cotton, one foot deep and one shallow, and his heart was beating like a drum in his chest.
In order to hide his panic, Bao Shandu bent down to pick up the lantern that fell to the ground.
The lantern flickered with a faint orange light, and under the careful protection of the treasure fan, the flame gradually became clearer.
Baoshan turned around with the lantern in hand and saw Wu Li putting on a Hu Ji dress with a tense face.
Baoshan's body trembled slightly, and his palms shook slightly. The lantern that had just returned to normal fell to the ground in an instant, and this time the candlelight was completely extinguished.
Dong Yixiao's assumption was correct. Even if Wu Li was determined, he couldn't tolerate being naked, especially with a woman beside him.
When Dong Yixiao left, he took away all of Wu Li's worn-out clothes, leaving only Hu Ji's dress.
Looking at the gorgeous dress in his arms, Wu Li had no choice but to put it on.
The rough touch of the dance skirt slid across Wu Li's waist. Wu Li couldn't explain the feeling in his heart. When he was in a foreign land, Wu Li had seen all kinds of Hu Ji, and naturally he had also watched Hu Ji dance.
Wu Li, who was sitting at the table at that time, never imagined that one day she would wear such a colorful dance dress designed to please the guests.
The only thing Wu Li could be thankful for was that what Dong Yixiao said was true. The dress was extremely new and had never been worn by anyone else.
The faint candlelight went out, and the only light in the woodshed was the hazy moonlight.
Because his hands and feet were bound with chains, every time Wu Li moved, there was a rattling sound.
After finally putting on the dress, Wu Li did not breathe a sigh of relief.
He frowned and looked at the dress that barely reached his knees.
When Hu Ji danced, she considered it beautiful if her dress just covered her ankles, revealing her dazzling white skin.
But when the dress was on the tall Wu Li, it couldn't even cover his legs completely.
Wu Li raised his eyes and looked at the treasure fan with its back to him.
Baoshan's figure was slender and graceful, and only the slightly trembling shadow on the ground showed that Baoshan was quite uneasy because she was in the same room with Wuli.
The firewood room is always piled with branches and easily burnable grass.
Even if you clean regularly, it is inevitable that insects and ants will be brought into the woodshed.
A black shadow suddenly jumped out from the bundles of branches, causing Bao Shan's heart to skip a beat. He stepped back repeatedly, but his way was blocked by the cold shackles.
In fear and terror, Baoshan was tripped by the dark chains.
Fortunately, Baoshan did not fall on the cold ground, but fell into the warm arms.
Baoshan opened her watery eyes and looked at Wu Li. This dress, originally belonging to a Hu girl, would look out of place on a man.
But because the person wearing the dress was the beautiful Wu Li, the awkwardness that should have existed turned into an inexplicable harmony.
No matter how bright the color of the dress is, it cannot compare to the sparkling eyes in Wu Li's deep eye sockets.
The dress barely covered Wu Li's thighs, and below...
In his panic, Bao Shan pressed against Wu Li's taut calf. Without the barrier of cloth, skin touched skin. Bao Shan's hand was soft and gentle, with the warmth of jade. Wu Li's muscles, on the other hand, were tense, hard everywhere, with no soft spot to be found.
Bao Shan hurriedly withdrew his hand, but it just happened to brush against the scar on Wu Li's long leg.
How can one not feel pain when the old wound is soothed by the spring breeze while it has not yet healed?
Wu Li tightened his grip, trying to confine the treasure fan to a small space.
"You... did it on purpose."
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