Chapter 213 World Nine (Ten)
Lu Yuanhui brought the treasured fan back to the Lu family and casually instructed, "Find an empty room."
The servant lowered his head, but his eyes were rolling around as he looked towards the person in Lu Yuanhui's arms. He asked carefully, "Is it for a male guest or a female guest?"
Lu Yuanhui raised his eyebrows: "What's the difference?"
The servant answered in detail, "If it's a male guest, the room should be spacious and sunny, with simple and convenient furnishings. If it's a female guest, the wing room should be located in a cool place, furnished with scented handkerchiefs, and a burner of incense should be lit to fumigate the room. The specific type of incense depends on the female guest's preferences..."
Lu Yuan didn't wait for the servant to finish and said, "Female guest."
The servant's head suddenly lowered even more deeply. He was curious, but he didn't dare to ask Lu Yuanhui. The servant wanted to please Lu Yuanhui, so he deliberately reserved a room near Lu Yuanhui's courtyard.
Without giving it much thought, Lu Yuanhui placed the precious fan on the bed and was about to leave. Suddenly, he remembered that the precious fan was now disheveled. If others saw it, they would inevitably gossip. He casually pointed to a maid and told her to stay by the precious fan's side and serve her.
The maid Zhenzhu was suddenly called by Lu Yuanhui. She showed a look of panic on her face and quickly knelt down to respond.
Lu Yuanhui then stood up, left the Lu family and went to the Northern Pacification Office.
The servant looked at Bao Shan who was unconscious on the bed, feeling hesitant. He finally decided to report to Master Lu and ask whether he should return the woman that Lu Yuan brought into the mansion and ask a doctor to see her.
The maid Zhenzhu walked to Baoshan and reached out to untie the brocade robe on Baoshan's shoulders.
But when the scarlet brocade robe was opened, a large area of snow-white and delicate skin was revealed, with her shoulders half exposed and her milk-white skin overflowing from the dress, which made Zhenzhu, a woman, blush with shame.
Zhenzhu took the clothes from the house and put them on Baoshan carefully. She also washed the sleeping Baoshan carefully, and then walked out of the house with the copper basin.
As soon as Zhenzhu went out, she was surrounded by other maids, and everyone asked who the woman was.
"But the young master's sweetheart?"
Pearl shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.
Another maid speculated, "In broad daylight, in plain sight, the young master brought that woman into the mansion in front of everyone. Perhaps he wasn't marrying her, but making her his concubine."
Pearl tightened her grip on the copper basin slightly and softly denied, "Young Master doesn't seem like that kind of person."
The maid who had just spoken was denied her guess. She looked quite dissatisfied and asked angrily, "You were ordered to serve that woman. What do you know?"
Pearl almost blurted out, "Her dress is disheveled, and she's still wrapped in the young master's brocade robe."
The maids all stood there in a daze. After a moment, they chattered and asked Zhenzhu what else she knew. But Zhenzhu didn't want to say anything more and walked away holding the copper basin.
Zhiyi saw a group of maids gathered together, so she walked over, but as soon as she approached, the maids all fell silent.
Zhiyi was a little annoyed. Before Zhang Qingping got married, Zhiyi was the most respected maid around her.
When Zhang Qingping married into the Lu family, Zhiyi's status rose with the times and she became a first-class maid.
As the mistress's most trusted maid, Zhiyi should have been very popular.
But ever since Zhang Qingping married Mr. Lu, she has been hesitant and sad all day long.
On the wedding night, Zhang Qingping asked Zhiyi to guard outside the door and not allow Mr. Lu to enter the room.
Mr. Lu never entered Zhang Qingping's house again.
In addition, Zhang Qingping was unwilling to get close to Mr. Lu, but waited in the corridor all day long, looking expectant.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Zhang Qingping was waiting for Lu Yuan to return.
The maids and servants are used to seeking benefits and avoiding harm. Zhang Qingping has been the mistress for more than half a year.
Without the favor of Mr. Lu and the power of housekeeper, how could the servants respect this mistress who was only in name only?
As for Zhiyi, there was nothing worth their fear.
Zhiyi forced a smile on her face, looked at the wing room the maids had just been looking at, and asked casually, "Isn't that elegant residence never occupied by anyone? Who is the distinguished guest who is staying here now?"
Yaju was uninhabited, not for any special reason, but simply because it was close to Lu Yuanhui's yard, and Lu Yuanhui didn't like others to get close to him.
Therefore, most of the rooms near Lu Yuanhui were left empty and no one was allowed to live there.
The maids all looked at each other, and finally an older maid stepped forward and answered respectfully, "We don't know either."
Zhiyi's face showed a look of surprise, and she heard the maid say.
"Because the young master brought her into the mansion, he didn't leave her name, so we don't know what to call her."
"Young Master", "Girl"... these words flashed through Zhiyi's mind. She repeated, "It was Commander Lu who brought her into the mansion?"
"Or a woman?"
The maid nodded.
Zhiyi was suddenly in a panic. She left in a hurry. As soon as she stepped into the house, she saw Zhang Qingping staring at a scroll, lost in thought.
——If life could always be like our first meeting, why would the autumn wind paint the fan with sorrow?
Zhiyi bowed, her voice trembling: "Madam..."
Zhang Qingping frowned and was about to correct Zhiyi's address when she heard Zhiyi wrinkle her nose and say with red eyes, "Madam, why do you still think about Commander Lu? You are so entangled in resentment that you even care about me calling you by your name. But Commander Lu has already found another beauty and even brought her home openly.
Madam, please let it go and live a good life with Master Lu..."
The scroll fell to the ground.
Zhang Qingping's lips moved and she was trembling slightly.
"What did you say? He... brought a woman back home?"
Zhiyi told Zhang Qingping everything she heard from the maids.
Not only her, but even Zhang's parents hope that Zhang Qingping can let it go as soon as possible and become a loving couple with Mr. Lu.
Zhang Qingping didn't listen to those advices, her mind was full of - Lu Yuanhui was so heartless and disloyal that he actually took up Pipa with someone else.
Zhang Qingping lost her noble demeanor for the first time, and she asked Zhiyi to take her to find that woman.
Zhiyi just thought, the woman was still in a coma, how could she see Zhang Qingping.
Hearing this, Zhang Qingping finally put her thoughts to rest. However, her grip on the handkerchief tightened even more, and she began to speculate wildly. What was the reason for the woman's coma?
When Zhang Qingping was with Zhang's mother, she had heard some women talk about marital affairs.
According to those women, if a man is too fierce and has no restraint in bed, the woman will often be unable to bear it and faint.
The nails dug into the flesh, leaving deep red marks, but Zhang Qingping seemed unaware of it. She guessed in her heart that Lu Yuan was carrying the woman back to the mansion.
However, because Lu Yuanhui lost control, he suddenly fell into a coma.
Baoshan slowly woke up. She was not pretending to be unconscious.
It was because Lu Yuan was the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. If she tried to act like a little girl in front of him, he would definitely see through her.
Bao Shan took the opportunity to get close to Lu Yuanhui's skin, but she was really uneasy in her heart.
If Lu Yuanhui's mind was even colder and harder, he would not care about Wei Mao's brotherhood at all and would treat her like a villain and deal with her at will.
Given Baoshan's frail body, she probably wouldn't be able to withstand even ten blows and would faint.
Out of fear of Lu Yuanhui, Bao Shan really fell into a coma.
However, when Baoshan woke up and saw the layout around the bed, he knew that he was not in the Wei family.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a glimmer of light in her beautiful eyes, filled with fear and terror of the unknown.
Baoshan lowered her head and realized that the dress she was wearing was not what she usually wore, and her face immediately turned paler.
Baoshan pulled the brocade quilt covering her body tightly, curled up her legs, and looked very pitiful.
When Zhenzhu entered the room, she saw Baoshan with an uneasy look on his face.
Zhenzhu quickly put down the cake in her hand and hurried to the treasure fan.
"Girl, you're awake."
Baoshan raised her eyes to glance at Zhenzhu, then slowly lowered them and asked softly, "Where is this? The dress I'm wearing..."
Before she finished speaking, Baoshan bit her lips with her pearly teeth, and her watery eyes were filled with ripples.
Seeing Baoshan about to cry, Zhenzhu quickly said, "This is the Lu family. The dress you are wearing was taken away by me. I washed it and it might be dry by now."
Bao Shan looked puzzled and murmured softly, "Lu family?"
Her beautiful eyes swept across the room. Everywhere was magnificent, with all the furnishings a woman could need. It was clear that the Lu family was extremely wealthy.
Baoshan frowned. She was just a peddler's daughter. The highest-ranking person she had ever met in her life was Wei Mao. How could she know the Lu family?
Bao Shan shook her head slightly: "I don't know the Lu family."
Zhenzhu only felt that the sound of the treasure fan was soft and crispy, just like the filling of red bean pastry, finely ground and with a sweet crunch.
After listening to only three or two sentences, Zhenzhu felt her body become almost limp. She didn't know how fascinated Lu Yuanhui would be to stay with Baoshan all day.
Zhenzhu thought to herself, no wonder Lu Yuan would bring the treasure fan into the mansion when he returned.
Seeing Bao Shan's eyes reddening slightly, Zhenzhu hurriedly spoke to comfort her, "Don't worry, young lady. My young master is Lu Yuanhui, the commander of the Jinyiwei. He is the one who brought you here."
Baoshan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and her originally flustered expression seemed to be easily smoothed over by Zhenzhu's words, "My young master is Lu Yuanhui."
Bao Shan said softly, "Sir..."
When Zhenzhu heard Lu Yuanhui mentioned, Baoshan calmed down, which shows that the relationship between Lu Yuanhui and Baoshan is indeed special.
Zhenzhu turned around and picked up the osmanthus cake on the table. A layer of light yellow osmanthus flowers was sprinkled on the soft and fluffy cake.
Zhenzhu held the osmanthus cake in front of Baoshan and said, "The girl has been unconscious for a long time. The doctor came to see her and said it was caused by fear."
Upon hearing this, Baoshan's long black eyelashes trembled slightly, and it was obvious that she didn't want to mention this matter.
Pearl said, "Miss, you haven't eaten for a long time, so your stomach must be empty. Why don't you eat some osmanthus cake first, and then go eat after the kitchen has prepared the meal."
Baoshan's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and after a moment, Zhenzhu heard a soft "OK".
With her wrist as white as snow, she picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the porcelain plate.
Compared with the soft and white osmanthus cake and Baoshan's skin, I don't know which one is whiter and sweeter.
Baoshan opened her sandalwood lips slightly and sipped the osmanthus cake in small sips. Her soft little tongue stretched out from the fragrant sandalwood lips and rolled away the flower threads on the osmanthus cake.
Baoshan finished a whole piece of osmanthus cake, and with Zhenzhu's help, he drank half a cup of tea to relieve the greasiness.
Baoshan looked at Zhenzhu and asked softly, "Can I change my dress back?"
When she had just served the osmanthus cake, Zhenzhu had already learned Baoshan's name, so she readily called out, "Miss Baoshan, if you wish, of course you can. But the washing of the dress is done by other maids, so we don't know whether the dress is completely dry or not."
If you are not in a hurry, I will go and take a look. If the dress is ready, I will bring it to you. Is that okay?"
The precious fan is naturally praised.
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