Chapter 225 World Nine (Twenty-Two)
Zhang Qingping was brought before Master Lu. Her cheeks were thin, and there was a dark spot under her eyes. Her pupils were large and lifeless. Steward Zhao stood by and calmly recounted how Zhang Qingping had barged into the courtyard with the intention of committing a crime against the precious fan.
Hearing these words, Zhang Qingping did not refute. She seemed as if her soul had been taken away. All she remembered was how Lu Yuanhui passed by her, ignored her call, and walked straight towards the treasure fan.
Seeing Zhang Qingping like this, Master Lu thought that while her manners and etiquette were exemplary, her scheming and tactics were clearly inferior. She was impatient and lacked tact. Zhang Qingping, the mistress of the Lu family, had brazenly barged into Baoshan's courtyard, acting with such force and arrogance, she hadn't the slightest bit of composure. If word got out, wouldn't it be a laughing matter?
Master Lu spoke, still looking elegant and gentle, but with a chill in his voice: "Is what Manager Zhao said true?"
Zhang Qingping came back to her senses. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Master Lu's dark eyes and the respectful maids around him. Her heart trembled.
Zhang Qingping quickly shook her head and denied it, "No, it's not true."
As if she had thought of something, Zhang Qingping clenched the handkerchief in her hand: "I have done something wrong, so of course I have to admit it. But what about Baoshan? She has such a scoundrel father who demanded money from me wantonly. Is he innocent of any mistakes?
Yes, Baoshan lived a well-behaved life in the mansion and never caused any trouble, but he was born in the mud.
Is it really possible to be like a lotus, rising from the mud without being stained?"
Zhang Qingping was not without regret. She was blinded by jealousy and did something extremely rude. She forgot the teachings of her parents and her own rules and etiquette.
But it was Bao Shan's father who had caused her to be so impulsive, yet Bao Shan suffered no loss and even received Lu Yuanhui's pity and protection. Zhang Qingping felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.
Manager Zhao stood quietly, his thoughts turning over and over, and he just felt that Zhang Qingping was eloquent and flattering.
Thinking of the delicate, frail, and pitiful Miss Baoshan, Manager Zhao sighed softly. Miss Baoshan was so innocent, implicated by Luo's father before she even married. After her husband's death, her family offered no support. Instead, they yearned for the house and money left by Wei Mao. After wandering and wandering, Baoshan finally found a place to call home. Yet, she was once again implicated by Luo's father, bearing the label of someone who grew up in the mud.
But Manager Zhao did not say out loud what he was thinking. He could see that Mr. Lu was interested in Miss Baoshan.
Although he was not dissatisfied, he did not want to keep her in the mansion.
Manager Zhao was puzzled and lowered his head with a frown. Suddenly, the figure of Lu Yuanhui appeared in his mind.
He thought to himself: Could it be that Master Lu is afraid that Lu Yuanhui will become interested in the treasure fan, so he turns a blind eye to Zhang Qingping's actions?
He even added fuel to the fire by causing Zhang Qingping to break into the yard.
Sure enough, Master Lu said gently: "You are my wife after all. Being threatened by others is not a trivial matter."
Master Lu frowned and said, "I will order someone to bring Father Luo here so we can have a clear discussion.
But Mr. Luo is Miss Baoshan's biological father, so she must know about this matter."
Zhang Qingping raised her head and looked at the gentle expression on Mr. Lu's face, and her heart suddenly softened.
She never thought that at this moment, the one who was willing to help her was not Lu Yuanhui, but her nominal husband, Master Lu.
Baoshan woke up from that absurd dream and felt weak and powerless in her body, only then did she realize that it was not a dream.
But the person who tricked her into getting close to him was Lu Yuanhui, so Bao Shan could not feel any resentment.
What would happen to Baoshan if Lu Yuanhui, the only person in the world who treated her well and was willing to protect her, abandoned her?
She leaned slightly against the bed, her dark brows filled with sorrow, not knowing how to sort out the troubles in her heart.
Bao Shan had a gentle nature. In the past, when she couldn't make a decision, she would just call out "Husband" in a soft voice, and many problems would be solved. Bao Shan's watery eyes trembled slightly, and she called out softly, "Husband..."
The person who appeared in front of Baoshan was not Wei Mao, but Lu Yuanyuan.
Hearing the word "husband," Lu Yuanhui's expression returned to normal, but his steps froze slightly. He walked over to Bao Shan and leaned over to ask, "Why aren't you eating?"
When everything was done that day, Lu Yuan returned to wrap the treasure fan in his outer robe and carried it back to the yard.
He told Zhenzhu to take good care of the fan and to report to him immediately if anything unusual happened. Zhenzhu replied with a trembling voice.
Baoshan was lying on the soft couch, and the red marks on her neck could still be seen even though she tried to cover them up.
Her cheeks were flushed red and her lips were slightly swollen. She looked like a fresh and refined little white flower, yet she looked quite delicate and charming.
As soon as he thought of this beautiful scene, which he had created with his own hands, Lu Yuanhui's dull heartbeat gradually became louder. He turned to leave, but suddenly something occurred to him.
"Clean up the small Buddhist temple."
Zhenzhu didn't understand what was going on until she went to the small Buddhist temple and saw the mess on the floor.
Just by looking at the scene in the small Buddhist temple, Pearl could imagine how lingering and irresistible the love was.
Zhenzhu was only afraid of Lu Yuanhui, but she treated Baoshan with more pity.
Now, Zhenzhu secretly admires Baoshan, who can actually be so affectionate with Jinyiwei commander Lu Yuanhui.
But when Zhenzhu touched Baoshan's skin with a handkerchief soaked in clean water, the delicate touch made her blush.
Even if you are as cold and hard as iron, you can't resist the tenderness around your fingers.
Zhenzhu took even better care of Baoshan, so when she saw that Baoshan had not eaten, she hurried to report to Lu Yuan.
When Baoshan heard Lu Yuanhui's question, she turned around gently and no longer looked at Lu Yuanhui with admiration as she did in the past.
The soft fingers of the precious fan tightened the gauze curtains on the side of the bed. Her voice trembled slightly, "I... don't feel hungry."
Lu Yuan looked back at the whitened armor on the gauze curtain and the treasure fan that was deliberately avoiding his sight, and said in a deep voice, "You're lying."
Upon hearing this, Baoshan trembled.
Lu Yuanhui thought for a moment, then stroked Baoshan's cheek with his large hand and turned Baoshan's face towards him with a firm attitude.
Lu Yuanhui, the Jinyiwei commander who usually looks down on others as if they are nothing, showed a stiff expression for the first time.
He pondered for a long time, then slowly said, "I... am not an expert at this, but it hurts a lot?"
At first, Bao Shan didn't understand what he said, but following Lu Yuanhui's gaze, Bao Shan finally understood what he meant.
In a flash, Baoshan's jade-white face was stained with a light rouge color, and even her white and tender earlobes looked like ripe pomegranate seeds on the branches.
Bao Shan hummed softly, retorting, "No..."
Before Lu Yuanhui could continue asking, Baoshan was already extremely shy. Her slender eyes trembled slightly, and dew-like tears rolled down her face.
"Sir, please don't ask any more questions..."
Lu Yuanhui had already held her in his arms, and the cat-like crying made Lu Yuanhui's heart tremble.
He just felt that if there really was a past life and a present life, the treasure fan must be a clear spring, with clear water flowing all day long, which is why he developed such a tearful personality in this life.
Bao Shan was embraced tightly in the broad arms, her pretty face resting on Lu Yuanhui's firm and strong chest.
Such a reliable chest made Bao Shan's heart even more flustered. She asked softly with a trembling voice, "The Buddhist scriptures say that after death, people will enter the underworld. Everyone you meet in your life will meet again at Mengpo Bridge. If...
If I saw my husband, he would definitely blame me for being so incompetent that I turned around and gave my body to... my lord."
Thinking of Wei Mao, Baoshan couldn't stop the tears in her eyes.
Her voice was sobbing and full of guilt. She was Wei Mao's wife and could only do such intimate things with Wei Mao, but now she had crossed the rules.
Wei Mao has such a good temper, like a piece of wood. No matter how you torment him or call him, he will not get angry.
But no matter how dull Wei Mao was, he was still a man after all. He would definitely be angry if he found out that his wife Pipa had someone else.
Bao Shan felt that if she could make someone as dull as Wei Mao angry, then what she did must be extremely wrong and unforgivable.
Bao Shan put her arm around Lu Yuanhui's shoulders. Her frail body trembled slightly, like a flower petal wet by rain, as she expressed her fear: "My husband... will definitely think I'm very bad, the worst woman he's ever seen."
Lu Yuanhui raised his palm and stroked the thin back of the treasure fan.
It wasn't until the crying of the sweet girl in his arms gradually stopped that he said, "No."
Baoshan's eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at Lu Yuanhui in confusion, not understanding why he said that.
Lu Yuanhui carefully stroked the chalcedony bead bracelet on Baoshan's wrist, which was round and gentle.
His rough fingers slid across the delicate hand of the fan and grasped the slender wrist tightly.
It was so thin and fragile that Lu Yuanhui was able to hold it tightly with just a light grip.
His eyes were as bright as stars, like a bottomless pool that made people want to step in and drown in it.
Lu Yuanhui's tone was extremely firm.
"I wouldn't say you're a bad woman."
Lu Yuan leaned over and gently kissed Bao Shan's trembling eyelids, which were thin and soft.
The light kiss floated on the skin like a dragonfly skimming the water, and Lu Yuanhui quickly pulled away.
His deep voice spoke through a layer of skin and fell into Baoshan's ears.
"I was the one who was plotting something illegal and coveting my subordinate's widow. What does this have to do with you?"
Zhenzhu stood outside the door, her heart pounding. It wasn't until Lu Yuanhui called out from inside that Zhenzhu opened the door, placed the meal on a tray, and presented it to Baoshan.
Lu Yuanhui picked up a bowl of lotus and shredded chicken porridge and saw that Baoshan still looked listless.
He picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful, and put it into his mouth. It was warm, sweet, and filling, which was quite good.
Lu Yuanhui asked again: "Don't want to eat?"
Baoshan turned her head away, gently expressing her refusal.
Lu Yuanhui's eyes were as sharp as a torch. He had been in the Northern Pacification Office for many years and had interrogated countless prisoners. He could tell at a glance whether someone was lying or telling the truth.
In Lu Yuanhui's eyes, the treasure fan looked like the most clumsy lie - his eyes were wandering and his fingers were tightened.
Lu Yuanhui has never been a gentle person. He scooped a spoonful of lotus and shredded chicken porridge and put it into his mouth.
He clamped Baoshan's jaw with his big hand and used his mouth to force Baoshan into giving him food while her beautiful eyes were filled with shock.
Baoshan was already weak, and having not eaten anything for a long time, she was even more limp and powerless, and could only let Lu Yuanhui do whatever he wanted.
However, the porridge and rice had clearly reached Baoshan's mouth, but Lu Yuanhui still did not leave.
He seemed to think that the lotus and shredded chicken porridge tasted very good, but he did not use the one in the porcelain bowl, but instead fought for the treasure fan.
If outsiders knew that the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard was actually fighting with a weak woman, I don’t know what to say.
But Lu Yuanhui didn't care. He just kissed the soft body until it almost melted into warm water, then slowly stopped and asked again, "Do you want to use it?"
How could Baoshan refuse anymore? She took the porcelain bowl and sipped the warm and sweet Hibiscus Chicken Porridge.
When Manager Zhao came, he saw Zhenzhu standing outside the house with her body tensed.
Manager Zhao seemed to sense something and poked his head to look inside the house.
Then he saw a small beauty couch. Bao Shan was only sitting in the corner, and most of the space was occupied by Lu Yuanhui.
The two sat face to face without saying anything. Bao Shan just drank his porridge while Lu Yuan looked back at him with a gloomy expression.
Although they were not physically close, Manager Zhao felt that there was a kind of closeness that others could not understand.
Lu Yuanhui's five senses became sharp and he looked outside the house.
Manager Zhao shuddered, bowed and saluted, saying, "Master, Miss Baoshan."
Lu Yuanhui ignored Manager Zhao, so he could only keep leaning over.
Baoshan finished the last spoonful of porridge, her eyes moist. She looked at Manager Zhao who was shivering outside the house, and felt sorry for him, so she tugged at Lu Yuanhui's sleeve.
"grown ups……"
Her watery eyes were full of requests.
Lu Yuanhui finally spoke: "What's the matter?"
Manager Zhao's chest relaxed, and he quickly stood up straight, reporting, "Regarding the Madam's intrusion into the courtyard and her demand for money from Miss Baoshan's father... the master has specially summoned everyone to verify the facts. They are now waiting in the main hall. I'm here to invite Miss Baoshan forward on the master's orders."
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