Chapter 239 World Ten (Ten)
Sun Ruxuan and her maid walked through a long corridor and arrived at the imperial garden. The maid saw Sun Ruxuan sitting down on a stone bench among the flowers, her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
The maid was conflicted, but she finally stepped forward and suggested softly, "I heard that His Majesty has been appearing at Shuyue Pavilion more often recently. Shuyue Pavilion is not far from here. If I go there, I might be able to run into His Majesty by chance."
Sun Ruxuan shook her head lightly, her expression nonchalant. "Since you know this, the other concubines must know it too. The area around Shuyue Pavilion is undoubtedly filled with concubines hoping to encounter His Majesty. If we go over to join in the fun, we'll have to compete with the other concubines for His Majesty's attention, which would be a real hassle."
The maid was speechless. She had never seen a master as unmotivated as Sun Ruxuan. In order not to tire herself out, she refused to meet His Majesty and gave up the opportunity to compete for favor. This was truly extremely rare.
But although Sun Ruxuan did not receive the favor of His Majesty, she was still half a concubine after all. The maid advised her once, but she stopped advising her after seeing this.
Amidst the dazzling array of flowers in the imperial garden, a dark figure suddenly appeared. Sun Ruxuan, who had been leaning against a stone chair, suddenly brightened up and waved towards the shadow, "Moyu, come here quickly."
When she saw the civet cat, the maid was still bowing to greet her according to palace rules, but Sun Ruxuan had already strode over and held Mo Yu in her arms.
The maid was moved that Sun Ruxuan did not fight or compete, but was able to meet the young master, the civet cat.
If the other ladies were so lucky, they probably wouldn't be fighting so hard for the opportunity to meet His Majesty.
Sun Ruxuan noticed that there was something wrong with the black jade in her arms.
Under normal circumstances, Mo Yu would definitely get close to Sun Ruxuan, instead of stiffening like he did now, even trying to break free from her embrace.
As Sun Ruxuan was born with a talent for getting close to animals, this was the first time she was treated like this by a civet cat, and she could hardly hide the disappointment on her face.
Seeing that Mo Yu was extremely resistant, Sun Ruxuan had to let go of the hand that was stroking its fur.
As soon as Mo Yu realized that the restraints on his body had been removed, he jumped into the air and landed on the ground.
It could remember Chu Boyu's warning to itself in its head.
Last time it took medicine, but if there is a next time, Chu Boyu, the cruel master, might castrate it and make it lose its majesty.
Mo Yu likes Sun Ruxuan's touch. She has a gentleness and warmth that no one else has.
But none of this is as important as the loss of the male civet cat's prestige.
The long branches that formed a fence were gently parted, revealing a white porcelain face.
Baoshan lowered his head, his gentle gaze falling on Moyu: "Little Master Civet Cat, it really is you."
Sun Ruxuan recognized the precious fan and frowned slightly.
Sun Ruxuan stayed indoors to reflect on her mistakes for a month, and it was because she did not have the treasured fan.
Therefore, even though Sun Ruxuan was a calm person, she couldn't help but feel a little unhappy about the treasure fan at this time.
"You are the dancer from that day?"
Bao Shan raised her head, as if she had just spotted Sun Ruxuan. She bent slightly, gave a half-bow, and called out softly, "Sun Xiu Nu."
Seeing that the treasure fan was very close to Mo Yu, Sun Ruxuan hurried forward and stood sideways in front of Mo Yu.
When she met Baoshan's eyes, which flashed with a hint of doubt, Sun Ruxuan, for some reason, avoided her gaze guiltily: "That day at the palace banquet, Moyu disturbed the dance music because of me. Don't bother with a civet cat."
To this day, Sun Ruxuan truly believes that it was because she mistakenly fed the civet cat osmanthus cake that caused Mo Yu to lose control.
After all, there was indeed a dish of osmanthus cake on the table, and Sun Ruxuan was just feeding it casually.
If she was asked to point it out clearly, she couldn't tell which cake she was fed.
Hearing Sun Ruxuan's words, Baoshan's eyes were clear and her soft voice seemed puzzled: "Why do you say that, Miss Sun? I am just a dancer in the Jiaofang Bureau. Why would I bother with the young master of the raccoon cat?"
Baoshan's voice was soft and her appearance was timid, which made Sun Ruxuan look more aggressive, as if she was slandering Baoshan with all her might.
Sun Ruxuan subconsciously took a step back.
Seeing this, Baoshan lowered his eyelashes slightly, and a dark color appeared in his eyes.
She didn't understand whether Sun Ruxuan was really casual and her promotion was all due to good luck, or whether Sun Ruxuan was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger and deliberately pretending to be harmless.
If it was the former, many women in the palace would probably cry themselves to death. They tried every trick in the book, but they were no match for a concubine who had no intention of competing for favor.
Sun Ruxuan's voice was hollow. Baoshan had already declared that she wouldn't argue with Moyu, so any further argument would only make her seem aggressive. Sun Ruxuan leaned over and called out to Moyu.
Mo Yu raised his eyes, looked at Sun Ruxuan, and then glanced at Bao Shan's frail figure.
It is obvious that compared with the two of them, Baoshan looks timid and looks like someone who is easy to bully.
But Mo Yu's body trembled slightly. It was extremely intelligent and still remembered that it was the few words from the treasure fan that made Chu Boyu think of castrating the civet cat.
Mo Yu snorted lightly, and a dull snoring sound came from its throat. It walked with its soft paws, walked around Sun Ruxuan in front of Sun Ruxuan's surprised gaze, and came to the front of the treasure fan.
Baoshan leaned over and took Moyu into his arms. Moyu was well cared for by Chu Boyu and looked like a slightly heavier civet cat.
The civet cat lying on Baoshan's arm seemed quite heavy, making Baoshan's body look even more slender.
Bao Shan said softly, "Your Majesty may be looking for the young master, the raccoon cat. Miss Sun, I will take my leave now."
There was clearly a gentle breeze blowing, but Sun Ruxuan felt a burning sensation on her face, as if she had been slapped hard in the face.
The maid stood quietly by, also feeling puzzled.
The maid originally thought that, thanks to Sun Ruxuan's good luck, she would first encounter a civet cat and then use the civet cat to meet His Majesty.
Unexpectedly, the civet cat that was usually close to Sun Ruxuan was taken away by a dancer from the Jiaofang Bureau.
Sun Ruxuan was a calm person, not one to compete with others. But she was not without the ordinary joys and sorrows of ordinary people. Being disliked by Mo Yu, Sun Ruxuan was obviously a little upset and returned to the palace with her maid.
Sun Ruxuan left in a hurry, so naturally she didn't meet Chu Boyu, who came to the Imperial Garden to look for the civet cat a while later.
Chu Boyu hadn't seen any civet cats along the way, but he had seen quite a few charming and attractive women. Chu Boyu's thick eyebrows knitted together, and he said in a deep voice, "Let's go back."
He thought to himself, if this time, Mo Yu went to look for Sun Ruxuan again.
Chu Boyu might adopt the palace servant's suggestion and castrate the civet cat, completely eliminating its wild thoughts and restlessness.
But just as Chu Boyu returned to his bedroom, he saw a slim woman leaving gracefully.
Before Chu Boyu could think about it, he heard the excited voice of the palace attendant: "Your Majesty, the civet cat is back."
Mo Yu licked his paws and looked at Chu Boyu coldly.
Chu Boyu frowned: "He went to the palace of the concubine again?"
Mo Yu's body stiffened.
The palace attendant hurriedly explained, "No. The civet cat was sent by a dancer from the Imperial Music Bureau. She saw it in the Imperial Garden and sent it back."
Chu Boyu's eyebrows moved slightly: "Dancing girl?"
The palace attendant nodded: "It's a dancer, I think her name is Bao..."
Chu Boyu raised his eyelids and uttered two words. Although it was the first time he said them, Chu Boyu seemed to have repeated them countless times, so he said them so familiarly.
"Treasure fan."
The palace attendant hurriedly said, "That's the name."
Chu Boyu turned around and looked outside the hall, but he could no longer see the slender figure.
Chu Boyu couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.
If anyone else had found the black jade, they would have waited in the emperor's chambers until Chu Boyu returned. It was called sending the civet cat, but in reality it was for an audience with the emperor. No one, like Bao Shan, would have hurriedly left the civet cat behind and departed, seemingly unconcerned about its owner.
In the Jiaofangsi, Baoshan was performing a dance music he had composed himself in front of Le Niang.
Baoshan was wearing a thin persimmon-colored dress with a simple and plain style, and the hem of the skirt was not even wrinkled.
The precious fan is at the waist, with a thin and flowing snow-blue gauze hanging from a belt.
As the waist moves and the legs are raised, the gauze dances lightly.
It has been a windy season recently, with breezes and strong winds coming from time to time, causing the gauze at the waist of the fan to change shape and posture.
The delicate fingers of the hand gently extended, caressing the gauze. The precious fan's figure was graceful, and its toes were light, dancing in the wind like gauze.
After the dance, people seemed to have forgotten that the snow-blue gauze was tied around the waist of the precious fan, and instead made people think that it was the precious fan that was dancing under the guidance of the gauze.
Her soft figure and graceful demeanor are needless to say.
Such a light dance, coupled with Baoshan's porcelain-white cheeks and slender and fragile figure, makes people feel in a trance that it is the weathering that has transformed her into a beauty that allows her to dance so gracefully.
Le Niang praised it repeatedly and asked hurriedly if Baoshan could give the dance a name.
Bao Shan untied the snow-blue veil from her waist. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her breathing became a little rapid, but her voice remained soft. "I'm not good at writing, so I just randomly came up with a name: Feng Dong."
The wind moves, people move, and even more so, people's hearts are moved.
Le Niang was naturally gentle and timid because of Bao Shan's gentle nature, so she took good care of her.
At this time, I was even more delighted to see that Baoshan had made great progress in dancing skills and had composed such a spiritual dance music.
Although the details of this dance still need to be refined, if it is carefully polished, it may be comparable to Green Waist.
After many practices by Le Niang and Bao Shan, they finally performed "The Wind Moves" at the banquet.
Unlike the red flowers and green leaves that contrast with Green Waist, Fengdong is a solo dance performed by Baoshan.
On the wide platform, there was only Baoshan.
She looked at the huge platform, her heart as calm as water.
In the dream, her legs were injured and she could never go up to the platform again.
The last dance, the skills are clumsy, seduction is the priority.
If Baoshan were asked to comment on the dream, she would be haunted by the dance that seduced Chu Boyu. Such an awkward dance, entirely based on seduction. No wonder Chu Boyu remained conscious, leaving only the uncertain truth of "promising a position." If Baoshan's legs were healthy, she would repeat the act. Chu Boyu's reaction afterward would be another matter.
As long as the night goes on, that broad hand will not move away from the waist of the precious fan.
Her slender white legs would also hook around Chu Boyu's clothes, preventing him from letting go.
As the music began, Baoshan bent slightly. The moon was bright, its frost-like light making Baoshan's delicate face hazy and blurred.
A breeze blew, the gauze fluttered, and the beauty moved and danced with the wind.
She seemed to be pulled by the wind, swaying her waist and fluttering her skirt. People who looked at her could not tell whether they were in reality or a dream.
If I wasn't in a dream, how could I have seen such a beautiful color and fairy-like appearance.
Chu Boyu looked at the figure on the podium and retracted his palm that was stroking the wine jar.
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