Chapter 228 World Nine (End)
The 100-day mourning period has passed, and Zhenzhu prepared hot water early and put dried flower petals in it for Baoshan to wash away the fatigue of these days.
The lotus-white skin was covered with glistening water droplets, which flowed down slowly along a smooth path.
Dried flower petals, their fragrance scorched by the sun, filled the room. Pearl held a soft handkerchief and placed it over Bao Shan's slender arm. The delicate touch beneath her palm made Pearl even more cautious.
Rose-red gauze was hung in the room, and through the layers of curtains, the blurry and delicate figure became even more fascinating.
Lu Yuanhui entered the room and was greeted by this beautiful scene. Though it was unclear, the shadowy imagery sometimes stirred a sense of imagination. Lu Yuanhui heard the sound of clear water falling on skin as white as frost and snow, then gradually sinking into the tub. Lu Yuanhui's eyes, gazing at the slender figure, grew deeper.
Bao Shan seemed to have noticed something and turned around to look. Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly and she called out softly, "Sir..."
Lu Yuanhui walked closer to the rose-red gauze and said, "Go out."
Zhenzhu lowered her eyes, glanced at Baoshan, handed the thin shirt on the shelf to Baoshan, and left.
Even though she was holding a thin shirt in her hand, Bao Shan did not dare to get up and leave the bathtub to change clothes in front of Lu Yuanhui.
Although the gauze curtain can block the view, it is made up of layers of thin gauze after all.
If Baoshan stood up at this moment, his entire body would be exposed.
Therefore, Bao Shan could only hide in the narrow tub, shielding herself with her arms. But the water was crystal clear, and once Lu Yuanhui lifted the veil, Bao Shan's shielding was useless in Lu Yuanhui's eyes.
Despite the charming beauty before him, Lu Yuanhui did not take any further steps. He only asked, "Today is the hundredth day."
Bao Shanrou said yes.
Lu Yuanhui lowered his hands that were hanging down by his legs, and slightly closed them, his eyes darkening.
Bao Shan looked at the tall man standing behind the veil and thought to herself: She knew very well that according to Lu Yuanhui's personality, if he wanted a woman's body, he would definitely not abandon her.
But these days, Lu Yuanhui inexplicably restrained himself. The two of them occasionally got close, but it was only a brief encounter and not deep.
Bao Shan had her own thoughts, perhaps because of her identity, which made Lu Yuanhui worried.
To Lu Yuanhui, losing her husband and marrying her daughter twice was not a big deal.
Standing between the two of them is Bao Shan's late husband Wei Mao.
Wei Mao died while saving Lu Yuanhui. Because of this, Baoshan was able to get close to Lu Yuanhui, but also because of this, she could not get any closer to Lu Yuanhui.
Bao Shan lowered her eyes, her heart calm. She didn't know whether Lu Yuanhui returned because of Wei Mao, or it was just the nature of all men in the world to not take things to heart once they got them.
For Yu Baoshan, she was only one step away from becoming the wife of the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
Whatever obstacles may exist, they will eventually be overcome.
A soft cry sounded, and Lu Yuanhui raised his eyebrows slightly. A hint of fluctuation appeared in his usually calm voice: "How is it?"
Bao Shan bit her lips tightly, her soft voice full of shyness and a hint of patience: "My legs hurt so much..."
The rose-red veil was lifted, and Lu Yuanhui's handsome face gradually became clear in front of the treasure fan.
"Why did you come in, sir?"
Even until Baoshan was held in Lu Yuan's arms again, she continued to murmur softly.
The Feiyu suit that Lu Yuanhui was wearing was sewn with gold and silver threads.
But Baoshan's skin was delicate, and she could sense the coldness.
Lu Yuanhui's clothes were almost soaked by the water droplets on the treasure fan.
But he didn't care at all and strode towards the bed.
Lu Yuanhui placed the treasure fan on the soft couch, and gently rubbed the treasure fan's stiff calf with his broad, calloused palm.
Until the slender bend of the leg returned to its soft state.
Lu Yuanhui raised his head and saw Bao Shan was hastily wrapped in a coat. Although the hem was long, it barely covered her knees, revealing her dazzling white skin.
Baoshan hugged a corner of the quilt on the bed, and her hair softly stuck to her fragile neck.
At this moment, she was as slender and beautiful as a newly sprouted willow branch.
Especially those eyes, which seemed to be soaked in clear water, sparkling and looking at Lu Yuanhui timidly.
Even though Lu Yuanhui tried his best to restrain himself, when that soft, boneless foot lightly touched his chest, all of Lu Yuanhui's willpower collapsed at this moment.
Lu Yuanhui grabbed the foot that had unintentionally stirred his heart and gave it a gentle kiss.
Then, under Baoshan's watery eyes, Lu Yuanhui tightened Baoshan's waist and covered her.
This time, the beautiful love is as long as a trickle of water, and as raging as a storm.
Although Bao Shan wanted to resist, she was weak and her soft hand on Lu Yuanhui's shoulder did not make Lu Yuanhui feel any pain at all.
But this weak resistance made Lu Yuanhui's black eyes brighter.
The illegal weapons manufacturing incident gradually came to an end. The reputation of the Northern Pacification Office grew in the imperial court, and Lu Yuanhui, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was hailed as the emperor's closest minister, enjoying unparalleled prestige.
As Lu Yuanhui controls the Embroidered Uniform Guard and has the emperor's full trust, his momentum is enough to terrify all the ministers.
But everyone was thinking over and over again, but dared not show any dissatisfaction on their faces, because after the pottery shop was inspected, the emperor felt that even blood ties could not be trusted, let alone these ministers who relied on their seniority.
He only trusted the Jinyiwei who obeyed his orders, and would not tolerate others saying anything bad about the Jinyiwei.
After dismissing the court, the emperor asked Lu Yuan to return and only talked about the matter of the pottery shop.
Although the fate of most of the people involved has been settled, there is still one person who has escaped.
The emperor spoke earnestly, "This man is the late emperor's brother. He has a paranoid temperament. He originally intended to use the pottery shop to manufacture weapons and recruit soldiers, intending to rebel. If you find out about this, you will definitely bear a grudge. Lu Qing, you should focus on your own safety these days and avoid acting alone."
The current emperor relied heavily on Lu Yuanhui. In his eyes, the entire court harbored evil intentions, and Lu Yuanhui was the only loyal minister. Naturally, he did not want Lu Yuanhui's life to be in danger.
Lu Yuanhui's heart skipped a beat and he replied in a deep voice.
After Lu Yuanhui left the palace, he rode as fast as he could back to the Lu family. He felt a sense of unease. The Prince of Changping, who had not yet been captured, was a vindictive man. But if he came to seek revenge on Lu Yuanhui, Lu Yuanhui was not afraid.
However, if Prince Changping wanted to use others to threaten him...
Lu Yuanhui rushed to the Lu family. He dismounted hastily and asked gravely, "Where's the treasured fan?"
The doorman hurriedly said, "Miss Baoshan left the house early this morning. She said she saw the tassel on the young master's embroidered spring sword was worn out, so she went to buy some silk thread."
Lu Yuanhui asked, "Where did you go?"
The doorman stretched out his hand and was about to point the way when he saw Zhenzhu staggering towards him, looking disheveled. As soon as she saw Lu Yuanhui, she fell to the ground.
"Master, Miss Baoshan has been captured by thieves. Please save her."
Lu Yuanhui frowned, then calmed himself down and asked the dazed Zhenzhu some questions. Then he tightened his grip on the Embroidered Spring Knife at his waist and went to the place where the thief had left his mark to look for him.
At the appointed time, the thieves still hadn't appeared. Lu Yuanhui, his expression composed, stood there waiting for another hour before he saw the Prince of Changping emerge. He was on the run, accompanied by two assassins. Both men, wielding long swords and each holding a woman hostage, followed the Prince of Changping.
Prince Changping didn't notice the panic on Lu Yuanhui's face, and he didn't hide his disappointment at all: "The commander of the Jinyiwei is really cold-hearted.
Even if the woman you love is in danger of losing her life, you remain calm.
I feel sorry for these two women, they are eagerly waiting for you to rescue them."
Lu Yuanhui saw Bao Shan's tangled hair, her frightened eyes filled with water, and her grip on the Embroidered Spring Knife tightened. However, her expression remained calm as she asked, "What do you want to do?"
Prince Changping knew that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, and his current situation was beyond his reach.
But he was depressed, so he deliberately kidnapped Lu Yuanhui's new and old loves to let Lu Yuanhui experience the feeling of being threatened.
Prince Changping looked at Zhang Qingping, who was said to be Lu Yuanhui's former lover, and then looked at Baoshan, who was surprised, pale and pitiful.
He took out a short blade from his wide sleeves, shook it gently, and said with a smile: “Commander Lu, it is not a good habit to hug women left and right.
Let's put it this way, Commander Lu, make the decision. Choose which of these two beauties lives, and I'll return her to you."
Hearing this, Zhang Qingping was panicked and regretted that she had lied to Lu Yuan and said that he still had feelings for her in order to continue staying in the Zhang family. This was why she was captured by the Prince of Changping who intended to take revenge.
Zhang Qingping knew very well that Lu Yuan had no feelings for her. In his heart, no one could compare to the precious fan.
But looking at the gleaming blade that was almost touching her cheek, Zhang Qingping called out, "I don't want to die, Yuan Hui!"
Baoshan seemed to be frightened by the crazy Prince Changping and was speechless.
Prince Changping simply pushed Zhang Qingping out and said to the delicate Baoshan, "Then leave this little beauty to me. It would be a pity to see such a beautiful woman die. Why not let me have a taste of her first?"
After saying that, Prince Changping leaned over and wanted to kiss Baoshan's lips.
The next moment, the Deadpool who was holding the treasure fan was hit in the neck by a short arrow and fell backwards.
Prince Changping looked at the blood-soaked warrior lying on the ground without showing any emotion. The smile on his face deepened. "Indeed—this is the one Commander Lu holds dearest."
Zhang Qingping, who was halfway there, was restrained by another assassin again.
Prince Changping never wanted Lu Yuan to have to choose between the two.
If Lu Yuanhui follows his heart and chooses the woman he likes, he will make him lose his love in front of Lu Yuanhui.
If Lu Yuanhui chose his former lover, he would make Lu Yuanhui a heartless and disloyal person.
He tortured the two of them severely, forcing Lu Yuan to return to his beloved and die with hatred for him.
It's a pity that Lu Yuanhui's expression was calm, so Prince Changping couldn't see any flaws. It was Prince Changping's intention to get close to Baoshan that made Lu Yuanhui unable to suppress his inner feelings.
Prince Changping looked at the treasured fan and said meaningfully, "She is so pitiful, no wonder even Commander Lu was moved by her."
Lu Yuanhui suddenly spoke up: "If you want to vent your hatred, just take it out on me. Bullying a weak woman is what you, the King of Changping, are capable of."
Prince Changping was really enraged. He was already a loser, and now he was branded as a person who bullied two weak women, which made him even more despised.
Prince Changping thought what Lu Yuanhui said was correct, but Lu Yuanhui was very skilled in martial arts.
If he were to get close to her, her life would undoubtedly be in the hands of Lu Yuanhui.
Prince Changping took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom and watched Lu Yuanhui take it, but he was still worried and asked Lu Yuanhui to hurt himself.
Lu Yuanhui did not hesitate. He drew the embroidered spring knife from his waist and stabbed it towards the chest. The bright red blood soaked the vermilion Feiyu suit.
Prince Changping was satisfied and let go of Zhang Qingping and Baoshan. Baoshan walked towards Lu Yuanhui, but saw Lu Yuanhui slowly shaking his head.
"grown ups……"
Lu Yuanhui ignored the call behind him and approached King Changping.
Prince Changping felt relaxed all over. He was the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but he ended up in such an embarrassing situation.
Prince Changping took the assassin's sword and stabbed it towards Lu Yuanhui's chest which had just been injured.
The blade had barely pierced the skin when, in the next instant, the sword changed hands, now held by Lu Yuanhui. The soldier who had attempted to resist was instantly dead. In the blink of an eye, Prince Changping's tendons were severed by Lu Yuanhui, and he collapsed to the ground. His eyes widened as he asked in disbelief, "How could this be?"
It was obvious that Lu Yuanhui had taken cartilage medicine and was seriously injured.
Lu Yuanhui opened his mouth and spit out the pill pressed under his tongue.
The Embroidered Uniform Guards also hurried over to clean up the mess.
Lu Yuanhui walked towards Baoshan, blood still flowing from his chest, which made Baoshan tremble slightly, and he fell weakly into Lu Yuanhui's arms.
Lu Yuan hugged the treasure fan and left.
The Embroidered Uniform Guards caught the Prince of Changping, the only one who escaped the Taopu incident.
Zhang Qingping stayed where she was, not knowing where to go. She knew that from now on, she and Lu Yuanhui would have nothing to do with each other. And the Zhang family would probably never accept her again.
Lu Yuanhui had suffered injuries both large and small, so he naturally knew how to injure someone without causing serious harm or leaving the wound horrific. His wound was not serious and would heal in half a month. While Lu Yuanhui was bandaging his wound, he heard Chen Zhang report, "As soon as Baoshan woke up, he asked about your injuries and was very worried."
Lu Yuanhui said in a deep voice: "Nothing..."
He was silent for a moment, called Chen Zhang and gave him detailed instructions.
Lu Yuanhui unwrapped the gauze on his body, stroked the scar on his chest, exerted force, and gently pulled it. The wound that had been stopped suddenly became bloody.
Lu Yuanhui didn't bandage the wound and went straight to look for the treasure fan.
When Baoshan saw the dark brown marks on Lu Yuanhui's body, she frowned and felt heartbroken.
Bao Shan became even more worried when she learned that Lu Yuanhui had simply applied medicine and left the wound untreated because he didn't know how to bandage it.
She no longer avoided Lu Yuanhui as usual because of their closeness. Instead, she took the initiative to ask Lu Yuanhui to take off his clothes so that she could see.
The slender white fingers, with a slight coolness, touched the horrific wound.
Even though he was as gentle as a precious fan, he couldn't help but resent Prince Changping: "Prince Changping is truly a vicious person. He actually hurt you so badly..."
Bao Shan learned from Chen Zhang that Lu Yuan had stabbed back the knife himself and knew how to hold it in place, so it was not a big deal.
However, Prince Changping used ruthless force, causing Lu Yuanhui to be seriously injured.
Bao Shan frowned and looked distressed while applying medicine to Lu Yuan.
Bao Shan naturally would not vent his anger on Lu Yuanhui for being held hostage. It was Prince Changping who was cruel.
Lu Yuanhui was so innocent that he was even seriously injured while trying to save her.
Bao Shan picked up the gauze and bandaged Lu Yuanhui's wound. Her two slender arms were wrapped around Lu Yuanhui's back, and her soft body was almost pressed against his chest. Lu Yuanhui suddenly reached out and hugged Bao Shan tightly.
Bao Shan didn't dare to struggle, fearing that Lu Yuanhui would be more seriously injured.
She heard Lu Yuanhui's voice: "You are mine, I need a legitimate reason."
"grown ups……"
Through the gauze, Lu Yuanhui's wound seemed to be warm, burning Baoshan's cheeks.
Lu Yuanhui protected her and even got hurt for her, but Baoshan had nothing to give Lu Yuanhui. Now, Lu Yuanhui wants her, and Baoshan has no choice but to agree.
"My Lord is my hero."
Hearing the soft response, Lu Yuanhui felt an endless sweetness surge in his chest, as if his whole body was soaked in honey and was almost melting.
He held her slender waist and let out all the patience he had endured in the past few days.
Baoshan would be his wife, a wife who would support him through thick and thin and grow old together. Such a joyful life together was only natural.
The lips are close together, blending with water.
Bao Shan was concerned about the wounds on Lu Yuanhui's body, but his rough palm stroked her fragile neck.
When it felt soft, Baoshan felt his body getting hot and limp.
"The wound... um... it's serious..."
Lu Yuanhui said in a deep voice, "As the doctor said, only when the couple respects each other can the wound heal quickly."
Bao Shan was so easy to deceive that she was easily coaxed away by Lu Yuanhui. Under Lu Yuanhui's guidance, she responded to Lu Yuanhui cautiously.
After receiving the response, Lu Yuanhui felt that all the blood in his body was rushing towards one place.
No matter how he tried to dissipate the heat, even though the sweat fell on Baoshan's fair skin, the heat still lingered.
It's really distressing.
Lu Yuanhui and Baoshan got married. Although Mr. Lu was not satisfied with Baoshan's status, he still reached out to take the tea brought by Baoshan despite Lu Yuanhui's cold expression, thus completing a grand wedding.
When the emperor learned that Lu Yuan was returning to get married, he bestowed upon him a number of gifts, which made everyone in the court envious.
Less than a month after getting married, Bao Shan was diagnosed to be two months pregnant. After careful calculation, it turned out that it was because Lu Yuan came back with injuries that day and still wanted to be intimate with Bao Shan that he became pregnant.
Baoshan blushed with shame. They actually had a child, but Lu Yuanhui had been playing around with her all day long these days. Would it be bad for the child?
The doctor shook his head and said that although Baoshan was weak, he just needed to take good care of himself.
But between the bed and before the baby is born, it is better not to indulge in it.
Lu Yuanhui agreed with a calm face.
Ever since Baoshan became pregnant, she often dreamed of Wei Mao and could not sleep well all day.
When Lu Yuanhui learned about this, he brought paper and incense to Wei Mao's grave and said, "I am sorry for what I did to you. I don't deny it, but I have never regretted it either.
The precious fan is innocent. If you are unwilling to accept this, you will be punished.
Feel free to question me, but don't let yourself be drawn into the dream of the treasured fan again."
Lu Yuanhui was not afraid of ghosts and gods, but he still came to see Wei Mao and said these words.
Lu Yuan returned and offered incense to Wei Mao. After that, Bao Shan never had a nightmare again.
She snuggled in Lu Yuanhui's arms, her face full of lovable innocence: "Sir, has my husband really forgiven me?"
Even after their marriage, Bao Shan still addressed Lu Yuanhui as "Master," and the word "husband" she used always seemed to belong to Wei Mao. Lu Yuanhui didn't care; he was already hers, so why bother with a title?
Lu Yuanhui half embraced the treasured fan and kissed her beautiful hair: "Of course, how could he blame you."
It's the Lantern Festival again.
The hustle and bustle of people on the bridge almost bumped into the delicate woman. Lu Yuan hugged the fan back and looked towards the man.
The man caught a glimpse of the cold expression on Lu Yuanhui's face, and then saw him wearing a Feiyu suit and an embroidered spring sword. He immediately trembled like a quail: "Jin, Jinyiwei."
He looked at the treasured fan, his teeth chattering, "I didn't mean it, please forgive me, Madam."
Bao Shan saw that he looked pitiful, so she gently pulled Lu Yuanhui's sleeve and said, "Sir, you scared him."
Lu Yuan retracted his gaze.
Baoshan said to the man, "It's all right."
The man left in a hurry.
Baoshan looked towards the lights floating on the river, her beautiful eyes moving slightly.
Lu Yuanhui withdrew his gaze from the river in boredom and stared at the treasure fan. He didn't understand what was so beautiful about these lights that attracted so many people to come.
In Lu Yuanhui's opinion, it was not even one ten-thousandth as bright as the watery light in Bao Shan's eyes.
Bao Shan looked at the lights for a while and found a stall selling lanterns. She said softly, "Sir, let's buy Qi'er a rabbit lantern."
Lu Yuanhui's eyebrows moved slightly, wanting to say something, but finally agreed.
Baoshan turned around to leave, but Lu Yuanhui held Roudi's hand.
The two looked at each other, their affection unspoken.
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