Chapter 214 World Nine (Eleven)
However, before Baoshan waited for her maid Zhenzhu to come back, she saw a woman with a woman's bun and a sapphire blue dress slowly walking towards Baoshan.
Baoshan didn't know the woman's identity, so he stepped aside and waited for Zhang Qingping and Zhiyi to pass through the corridor first. Zhang Qingping turned slightly and stopped in front of Baoshan.
Although Zhang Qingping wore few jewels, her body was still adorned with a touch of opulence, clearly no ordinary item. And though the precious fan had been in Zhenzhu's hands, and she had changed her plain white dress into a lake green silk gown, she wore no makeup, not even a single flower in her hair.
It was this "natural and unadorned" look that made Baoshan's figure even more ethereal. Zhang Qingping lowered her head and saw Baoshan's black hair, loosely piled on her slender neck.
Baoshan is delicate and slender, with a willow-like waist, bound by a lotus root powder belt, which makes people unable to take their eyes away. But Baoshan also has a pair of beautiful eyes. When her eyelids are slightly lowered and she is silent, those eyes seem to contain a lingering melancholy.
If Baoshan wanted to ask for something, she didn't have to think hard and express herself. She just had to look at the person with her watery eyes, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. In an instant, she would be bewitched.
The woman in front of him had a timid attitude, which clearly showed that she was of humble status. This was why she seemed to be ignorant of etiquette and didn't even know how to greet people when she met them.
But Zhang Qingping suddenly felt anxious. She knew that Lu Yuanhui did not like such a weak woman. In the past, many women had tried to seduce him with their weak attitudes, but all of them had failed and were treated as nothing by Lu Yuanhui.
There were even women who were willing to risk their lives and put themselves in front of the crazy horse, but they didn't know how to avoid it, and deliberately exposed their beautiful figures in order to win Lu Yuanhui's favor.
But Lu Yuanhui just looked at her coldly, watching the woman with her eyes wide open and an expression of disbelief as her waist was broken by the mad horse.
Zhang Qingping had previously exchanged feelings with Lu Yuanhui, so she naturally knew what kind of woman he preferred—a woman who was generous, well-mannered, gentle, and virtuous. Whenever Lu Yuanhui was busy outside, he would return home to a thoughtful woman offering him hot tea.
In the past, Zhang Qingping did not take seriously women like Baoshan who deliberately acted pitiful.
It was because Zhang Qingping knew that such a coy attitude would not please Lu Yuanhui.
But at this moment, Zhang Qingping looked at Baoshan's docile posture, and her fingers couldn't help but tighten, and panic flashed through her heart.
She didn't understand whether this panic was because she was already married and could no longer understand Lu Yuanhui's preferences at this time, or because, compared with the women before, Bao Shan was too beautiful.
So beautiful... Zhang Qingping couldn't be sure whether Lu Yuanhui would reject such a woman, so she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms...
Zhang Qingping lowered her eyelids, and Zhiyi said, "My young lady is the mistress of the Lu family."
Bao Shan's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her waist softened: "Madam, you are well."
Zhang Qingping looked at the treasured fan and asked, "Was it Yuanhui who brought you into the mansion?"
Baoshan whispered, "Yes."
Zhang Qingping's heart skipped a beat, and she pressed on, "What's your relationship with Yuan Hui?"
The question was asked urgently, which did not seem like a step-wife who was simply concerned about her stepson.
But Bao Shan didn't know the inside story, and opened her lips slightly: "I..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Baoshan thought of her widowhood.
If I say it rashly, it might bring trouble to Lu Yuan.
She was of humble status, so being misunderstood by others was not a big deal. However, Lu Yuan returned as the commander of the Jinyiwei. If her reputation was tarnished, she would be afraid...
Bao Shan just shook her head gently and said, "Let's wait until the master comes back and then tell the lady."
Zhang Qingping opened her lips slightly: "You——"
Zhang Qingping was angry. If she really went to find Lu Yuanhui, Lu Yuanhui would probably not tell her a word.
At this moment, Zhang Qingping looked at the precious fan, and her fair and simple face seemed to have turned into a seductive vixen.
Zhiyi stepped forward and spoke on behalf of her master, "Don't be shy, just answer whatever the lady asks.
Who are you trying to show off to by acting like you're being bullied? There's no man here who would be kind enough to speak up for you!"
Bao Shan's face turned pale and he shook his head gently: "I...I didn't."
She wasn't posturing.
Zhiyi looked at Baoshan's fair and rosy face, then glanced at Zhang Qingping. She saw that Zhang Qingping's chest was heaving and her face was flushed.
Zhiyi gently pushed the treasure fan.
Baoshan staggered suddenly. She covered her chest with one hand and supported herself against the wall with the other. Her brows were furrowed and her face looked as pale as paper.
Zhiyi was flustered, but her face was tense as she said sternly, "Why are you pretending?"
Zhenzhu was holding a dried white dress in her arms. Seeing Baoshan surrounded by Zhang Qingping and his servant, she hurried forward.
Zhenzhu supported the shaky Baoshan and turned to Zhang Qingping, saying, "Madam, Miss Baoshan isn't pretending. The doctor came to the mansion to take her pulse and said she was quite frightened and might be suffering from heart palpitations."
When you have a palpitation attack, your face will turn as pale as paper.
Zhang Qingping caught a glimpse of the plain white dress in Zhenzhu's hand, along with a cluster of plain white flowers. She was startled and asked, "Whose dress is this?"
Zhenzhu answered respectfully, "It's what Miss Baoshan wore when she entered the mansion."
Hearing this, Zhang Qingping swayed slightly, and Zhiyi hurried forward to support her.
Zhang Qingping heard Zhenzhu calling the maid to find a doctor, and hurriedly left the place.
Zhang Qingping just saw clearly that what Zhenzhu was holding in her hand was the mourning clothes for a widowed woman.
It can be seen that Baoshan had just lost her husband. Although it is not known how Baoshan was related to Lu Yuanhui, she was just such a woman.
No matter how beautiful she is, she can never catch Lu Yuanhui's eye.
How could the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard fall in love with a woman who had been married twice?
If Bao Shan and Lu Yuanhui had no ambiguous feelings for each other, Zhang Qingping's behavior just now would have been extremely inappropriate.
Zhang Qingping felt that she had made a serious mistake and her heart was in a state of confusion.
She quickly instructed Zhiyi to check on the current condition of the precious fan.
When Zhiyi came back, she found out that many doctors had come to the mansion and were gathered in the elegant residence where Baoshan lived.
Zhang Qingping's brows suddenly furrowed.
The servant was guarding in front of the Northern Pacification Office and did not dare to go in rashly.
The Northern Pacification Office is strictly managed. No matter how important the matter is, you cannot enter without a jade token.
The servant could only wait at the door. When he saw the familiar Chen Zhang, he immediately went forward and said that Lu Yuan had returned to bring Miss Baoshan into the mansion. At this moment, his heart was pounding, and the doctors were undecided, so they had to send him to fetch Lu Yuan.
Chen Zhang did not hesitate and immediately brought the servant to Lu Yuanhui.
Lu Yuanhui's expression was calm, but the aura around him was cold. He thought to himself that the treasure fan was indeed a trouble.
Lu Yuan looked back and began to doubt whether his decision was correct. Shouldn't he have been soft-hearted and taken the treasure fan back to the Lu family?
But at that time, the body nestled in Lu Yuanhui's arms was too soft.
The sight of Bao Shan seeking support in dishevel made Lu Yuan feel sympathetic for the first time in a long time.
When Lu Yuan returned to the Lu family, several doctors gathered together and were giving acupuncture to the precious fan on the bed.
Lu Yuan looked back at the silver needle that had penetrated his body, and suddenly remembered the silver needle that he had taken out from Wei Mao's arm with his own hands after Wei Mao's death. It was also this thin and flickered with a faint white light.
Lu Yuan looked back at the doctor: "How is it?"
The doctor replied, "The needle has been applied, Miss Baoshan should be waking up. I don't know why..."
Lu Yuan walked back to Bao Shan, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes passed from Bao Shan's porcelain-white face to the jade plate that was pressed under Bao Shan's arm and was lustrous in color.
The jade token was shaky and almost fell off the bed.
Just as the jade token lost control and was about to fall to the ground and break into pieces, Lu Yuan leaned down and reached out to pick it up.
The next moment, Bao Shan's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes. Her voice was weak, barely forming a sentence: "Sir..."
Lu Yuanhui responded softly, raised his hand and placed the jade token on the inside of the bed.
Now that Baoshan had woken up, the doctors all withdrew. With Zhenzhu's support, a soft golden pillow was placed behind Baoshan's slender waist.
She lowered her eyelids, parted her lips, and asked in a soft voice, "Sir, don't you have to be on duty?"
Lu Yuan replied, "I was on duty, but the servant reported that you had palpitations and fainted, so I returned home."
Bao Shan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and a look of guilt appeared on her face: "It is my fault that I have caused trouble for you, sir."
Lu Yuanhui placed the Embroidered Spring Knife on the table and asked, "Why are you feeling so anxious?"
Lu Yuanhui never asked useless questions, just like he was interrogating a criminal.
He already knew the answer when he asked, but he still wanted to hear it from the prisoner himself.
Lu Yuanhui had already learned from Zhenzhu that it was Zhang Qingping who had come here on purpose, and her words were full of contempt. Even Zhang Qingping's maid Zhiyi had deliberately pushed her, which made Baoshan's heart flutter.
When Lu Yuan heard what Zhenzhu said, he was silent for a moment.
He knew Zhang Qingping's personality and she was not the type to get jealous.
But Lu Yuanhui never judges right from wrong based on his own experience.
Lu Yuan looked back at Zhenzhu's expression, which didn't seem fake, and thought to himself that he really didn't understand women.
The lady of a noble family and the model of a noble lady in the past could actually bully a weak woman to the point of fainting.
This really surprised Lu Yuanhui.
But Lu Yuanhui did not like the fighting between women. He liked peace and quiet. Although the Northern Pacification Office had many complicated affairs, they were ultimately organized.
But Lu Yuanhui could never understand the logic between women.
There were many women who showed their affection to Lu Yuanhui. They all had their own thoughts in their minds. Some were being used by others and intended to sneak into Lu Yuanhui's side, while others wanted to survive and were willing to sacrifice their bodies in order to let Lu Yuanhui spare her life.
But Lu Yuanhui had never accepted it. He didn't like the calculations hidden under the gentle face, which made Lu Yuanhui feel tired.
Moreover, it is boring and uninteresting.
When Lu Yuanhui opened his mouth to ask, he guessed that Baoshan would tell him all her grievances, saying that Zhang Qingping, as the mistress, bullied her, a weak woman.
Baoshan is Wei Mao's wife. Since she has been humiliated in this way, Lu Yuanhui will definitely give an explanation.
However, Lu Yuanhui could not show any extra compassion.
But Bao Shan only shook her head slightly when she heard this. She clutched the quilt in front of her tightly and said in a weak voice: "I am just weak, and I have caused the adults to come here in person."
Lu Yuanhui looked slightly stunned.
The soft hand of the precious fan gently caressed her chest. She felt the beating of her heart and said, "So this is what heart palpitations feel like. It's very similar to the day I heard the news of my husband's death."
First light, then heavy, light and heavy, in a chaotic manner, like the beats of a drum, making her breathing unstable.
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