Chapter 24 World One (End)
As soon as the news that Bao Shan went to the appointment and disappeared after returning home as if she had been wronged reached Mu Nanxing's ears, he heard from the servant that Li Qingyu came to visit the Marquis's mansion.
Mu Nanxing paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then asked the servant to lead the way to meet Li Qingyu.
Li Qingyu was standing under a corridor, gazing at the strange rockery not far away. She vaguely remembered that it was near that rockery that she first met Mu Nanxing. Mu Nanxing was clutching a wooden dagger. Though young, his expression was solemn, like a little adult. Seeing Li Qingyu sobbing because her kite's string had snapped, leaving her beloved kite stuck in a tree, Mu Nanxing's face furrowed in thought. She then drew her bow and arrow, shooting the kite down. Unbeknownst to her, the arrow had pierced a large hole in the kite, a sight that only deepened Li Qingyu's grief.
Thinking of the past, Li Qingyu had a faint smile on his face. When he saw Mu Nanxing walking towards him, his smile deepened.
Mu Nanxing stopped and spoke in a light tone.
"What is it?"
It was the first time Li Qingyu had heard him so cold, and her smile froze on her face. She had always disapproved of Mu Nanxing's attitude towards others, but over time, she had gotten used to it. It was just that Mu Nanxing had always distinguished her from the others, and now, she had become one of them...
Li Qingyu put away his lost look and took off the sachet from his waist. It was embroidered with clusters of flowers, like a brocade.
This sachet was embroidered by her not long ago, and it took a lot of effort. Compared with the sachet she gave to Mu Nanxing before, it is much more delicate and more thoughtful.
Li Qingyu knew how much Mu Nanxing cherished that simple sachet.
Now she always felt that the relationship between them had become a lot more distant, so she thought about giving him a new one to ease the relationship.
Looking at the sachet in Li Qingyu's hand, Mu Nanxing's eyes deepened slightly and his fingers moved slightly.
But a white and tender hand flashed through his mind. Although the silk had been taken off, there was still a light pink scar on the palm.
The sachet with a corner burned off seemed to remind him that the past events, like the fire that day, were irreversible.
Mu Nanxing shifted his gaze away from the sachet in Li Qingyu's hand and spoke slowly.
"No need."
In fact, he doesn't like wearing sachets or any kind of fragrance.
I used to treat that sachet like a treasure, and I tried hard to find a way to preserve its fragrance, probably because of a little obsession that started when I was young.
When Li Qingyu rejected him, the feeling took root deeper in his heart.
For a moment, Mu Nanxing also felt dazed. He kept the sachet. Was it because of obsession or wishful thinking? It was because the old feelings were hard to let go.
The fire burned not only the sachet, but also his obsession.
When Li Qingyu heard this, the hand holding the sachet trembled suddenly and he almost dropped the sachet to the ground.
She looked up at Mu Nanxing, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and spoke in a sly voice.
"Why? Is it because of the girl you brought back? Nanxing, if I say, I understand your feelings... I am not unwilling..."
The words were not fully spoken, but the meaning was obvious.
After leaving the pavilion that day and failing to find the treasured fan, Li Qingyu sat alone in the courtyard, enjoying the breeze for a long time. His thoughts gradually became clear.
She often used the excuse that Mu Nanxing was too young and that the relationship between them was just that of brother and sister. But when she actually saw him with other women, her heart ached.
At this point, no matter how blinded she was, it would be of no use.
Now she took a step back. If Mu Nanxing was also willing to take a step back, everyone would be happy.
Mu Nanxing knew very well what she meant. If he had heard Li Qingyu say these words in person before leaving the capital, he would have been happy and felt that he had gotten what he wanted.
But now, his heart was as calm as water, without a single ripple.
It turns out that when his obsession fades, he turns out to be such a cold-hearted person.
Even though Li Qingyu's body trembled slightly, he did not reach out to support her as usual.
Thinking about it this way, Li Qingyu's accusation that he was as hard-hearted as iron was true.
Li Qingyu's eyes turned red as he blurted out, "Is it because of the precious fan? For her, you actually cruelly threw away the relationship we've had for so many years.
Nanxing, even if you can't respond right now, at least we still have many years of brother-sister relationship. Why are you so heartless? "
Mu Nanxing's eyes were like an eagle's, and his tone was slightly deep. How he acted depended entirely on his own will.
He used to like Li Qingyu and didn't care what others said about him.
Now that he has lost his obsession, he will naturally not accept her feelings. What does this have to do with the treasure fan?
"There has never been any brother-sister affection between us, not before and not in the future."
He never cared about the affection between siblings. If he had someone in his heart, Mu Nanxing would definitely reveal his true heart. He would never do anything to cover up the affection between siblings.
Mu Nanxing thought he had never done anything wrong to Li Qingyu, but now Li Qingyu acted like a heartless person, which made him feel cold at heart.
Having lost her ladylike demeanor today, Li Qingyu was filled with gloom and said bluntly, "You must have been bewitched by the treasured fan. Did she seduce you with her beauty, or did she seduce you with her body..."
"Miss Li."
Mu Nanxing shouted in a deep voice, stopping Li Qingyu from speaking without restraint.
His voice was as cold as frost in June. Li Qingyu trembled and gradually came to her senses. She felt ashamed and angry. She was rejected today and spoke so recklessly.
Miss Li, he would never call her that, such a stiff and distant name.
Only then did Li Qingyu truly realize that she had lost the person in front of her and there was no chance of recovery.
In order to save his last bit of face, Li Qingyu took back the sachet and left the mansion in disappointment.
Mu Nanxing returned to the study and was silent for a long time. He took out the burnt sachet from the box. It still retained its appearance before the fire, with no signs of wear and tear.
The light of the candlestick flickered slightly, and the flame began to sway from side to side as it was blown by the wind.
Mu Nanxing's expression slightly restrained, and he reached out his hand to throw the sachet, which should have disappeared in the fire, onto the red flames.
The flame was almost extinguished when it was covered by the silk. When the sachet was thrown onto the candlestick, the flame gradually grew bigger and soon covered the sachet.
Black smoke gradually rose, and the shadow of the fire was reflected in Mu Nanxing's eyes.
Soon, the silk slowly disappeared, and only a piece of ash remained on the candlestick.
Everything that happened yesterday is like yesterday’s death.
When Bao Shan came to change clothes for Mu Nanxing, he passed by the study and saw a servant coming out with a candlestick in his hand.
"Stop."
The servant stopped when he heard the voice, and seeing that it was Miss Baoshan, he smiled and asked Miss Baoshan if there was anything she wanted him to do.
Bao Shan walked closer and saw a few scattered pieces of cloth next to the red candle wax. She asked, "Young Marquis, did any of your clothes catch fire?"
“No.”
Bao Shan chatted for a few more words, and then heard from the servant that Li Qingyu came to the Marquis' Mansion yesterday, and Mu Nanxing went to see her. After returning, she went to the study. Her clothes were intact, and there was no accidental fire that caused her clothes to burn.
Bao Shan looked carefully at the fragments on the candlestick, his eyes sank slightly, and with an idea in his mind, he went to look for Mu Nanxing.
Before entering the house, Baoshan loosened the silver buckle of the pearl earring on her left ear.
As usual, she changed Mu Nanxing's clothes. When she turned around to pick up the old clothes on the tray, the pearl earring on her left ear suddenly loosened and fell to the ground with a plop.
Baoshan quickly put down the tray and bent down to look for the pearl earrings.
But no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find it. Finally, Mu Nanxing used his sharp eyes to find the earring.
The drop-bead earrings lay in Mu Nanxing's broad palm, making them look even smaller.
Bao Shan hurriedly reached out to take it, and her fingertips accidentally slid across Mu Nanxing's palm. Her hand was cold, and even her slender jade fingers were slightly chilled.
The entire palm seemed to be placed in Mu Nanxing's hand through the drop-bead earrings. He only needed to squeeze it lightly to control it.
Mu Nanxing did exactly that.
When Baoshan's face touched Mu Nanxing's chest, she still looked confused, as if she didn't know what had happened in the blink of an eye.
Bao Shan supported Mu Nanxing's chest with both hands, trying to escape from the heat. She thought she had accidentally fallen and fell into Mu Nanxing's arms.
But as soon as Bao Shan stretched out her hand, Mu Nanxing grabbed her wrist and rubbed it gently with his warm fingertips.
"You please me."
Mu Nanxing is not arrogant, and everyone can see Baoshan's affection for him.
Whether it is the affection born out of gratitude after the hero saves the beauty, or the so-called love that grows over time.
Everyone knew that Baoshan was fond of him, and Mu Nanxing was no exception.
His eyes wandered to the empty and pink ears of the precious fan, and now he wanted to confirm it again.
Bao Shan was immediately filled with shame, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke, "Yes, I am attracted to the young marquis..."
She seemed to feel embarrassed, and her soft voice was tinged with tears: "I know that my status is low and I am not worthy of having any desires for the young marquis... If the young marquis doesn't like it, then..."
The jade-like fingertips lifted Baoshan's chin, revealing her fair and slender neck. At this moment, Baoshan's eyes were filled with tears, and she was about to cry, and she looked pitiful.
In the eyes of others, it looked like a little lamb, being controlled by someone and unable to struggle.
Her eyes were misty, and Bao Shan could barely make out Mu Nanxing's expression from the hazy eyes. It seemed that he looked at her with the same eyes when they first met.
But at that time he used a whip, and now he uses his own fingers.
With such a beautiful woman in my arms and under my hands, what man in the world can resist?
Mu Nanxing had to admit that he liked the way Bao Shan looked at him, which was affectionate, passionate and genuine, just like he used to be.
His chest began to rumble, but Baoshan seemed unaware of it. His soft, petal-like lips bent downward in grievance as he spoke.
If Mu Nanxing was unhappy, she would leave the mansion and find another way to make a living.
The words were no longer clear to him. Mu Nanxing's chest felt like it was burning in flames. His eyes could no longer contain anything else but that touch of whiteness, tenderness and softness.
Mu Nanxing was so nervous that his body was trembling slightly.
Baoshan didn't notice this and tried to leave his arms.
Until words like "leave," "never see you again," "stay away from the capital" and so on faintly reached Mu Nanxing's ears, his taut nerves snapping as if tugged hard. He listened to his heart and leaned forward. Frightened by his sudden action, Bao Shan momentarily forgot to move, allowing him to do what he wanted.
The white and tender small earlobe fell into the sandalwood mouth, and was savored carefully.
Just like tasting a bottle of fine wine, you take a peek at first and then savor it carefully.
The teeth left a few shallow marks on it, which would not hurt anyone, but were enough to make Baoshan blush and let out a soft cry.
Mu Nanxing finally touched the beautiful ears he had been longing for. After taking good care of them, he turned his gaze to Baoshan's cheeks.
Bao Shan's heart was pounding, thinking those thin lips were about to fall. Where would they land? On those tearful eyes, on that upturned nose, or on those soft lips?
But Mu Nanxing just bent down restrainedly and rubbed Baoshan's cheek with the tip of his nose.
"It's okay, I like you too."
Perhaps this hidden emotion has been growing and spreading for a long time.
But Mu Nanxing had never noticed it before. Now that he suddenly realized it, he suddenly realized how overwhelming this emotion was.
The always willful Marquis Mu made a promise: "You can't leave. You said you are mine."
Bao Shan was about to faint from shame, and could only bury herself in Mu Nanxing's arms, letting him say whatever he wanted.
Bao Shan never thought about how Mu Nanxing would keep her.
She must not stay in the mansion as a maid, nor can she be a concubine.
It seems that there is only one way, which is to welcome her into the Marquis's Mansion and make her the wife of the young Marquis Mu.
As for her, she had no elders and no family wealth, and she was a refugee woman brought from Fuling City by Mu Nanxing.
There will definitely be a lot of criticism and dissatisfaction from the public, and they may even try to obstruct Mu Nanxing's ideas.
Baoshan lay obediently in Mu Nanxing's arms, and Mu Nanxing held her hand and played with it freely, with a gentle look in his eyes and a smile on the corner of his lips.
But what does this have to do with her? Baoshan is just a weak woman. Even if there are difficulties and obstacles, they should be solved by the man she relies on.
The towering tree she relied on would surely solve all her problems. As for her, she only needed to wait patiently for her marriage.
If a man really wants to marry a woman, then all the troubles are not troubles.
Baoshan looked at the beautiful face in the bronze mirror and thought to himself, this is absolutely true.
A dozen maids surrounded her, each with their own duties, some tying up her hair, some holding water...
When she was dressed in the phoenix coronet and bridal robe for her wedding, all the maids stood by her side, their eyes flickering, their expressions of amazement not concealed at all.
The bright red makeup makes Baoshan's skin look even more like creamy white and her face looks like snow and flower.
The dragon and phoenix candles were burning brightly. The moment the red cover was opened, Baoshan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she showed a beautiful smile to Mu Nanxing in front of her.
Mu Nanxing took off Baoshan's complicated wedding dress and personally took off the pearl earrings he had given her. Her long black hair fell on his chest. After a moment, tiny beads of sweat appeared on her hair.
The rouge-red lips fell on Mu Nanxing's chest, and a circle of teeth marks of varying depths appeared next to the red tassel.
A soft cry came from inside the house, not a cry of pain.
Instead, it was mixed with a bit of shyness and annoyance, and the shy laughter of a woman.
Mu Nanxing remembered what Baoshan said, "An eye for an eye." He hadn't had time to avenge himself last time, but this time she succeeded again.
If that doesn't work, I will definitely pay it back double, and let the weak woman under me know that the young Marquis Mu's majesty is not fake...
The red quilt is fluttering, the voice is soft and gentle, and the spring love is endless.
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