Chapter 240 World Ten (Eleven)
The veil, lifted by the wind, caressed Baoshan's thin back. The veil, like Baoshan's dress, was the same elegant color as pear blossoms and wild rice. Baoshan's slender waist, enveloped by the veil, felt as if an invisible hand were grasping her waist, so thin it could barely be grasped.
At the end of the first minute, Baoshan reached out her bare hands and untied the veil from her waist. As if casually, she wrapped the soft, fluffy veil loosely around her frosty wrist.
Baoshan took two steps forward, bowed slightly, and said softly, "May Your Majesty be well and at peace."
It was an extremely ordinary congratulatory expression, even a little tacky. But after Bao Shan uttered it so timidly, Chu Boyu's heart was stirred.
Chu Boyu raised his eyes and saw Bao Shan's slender waist slightly bent, her posture respectful, not even making the slightest move to raise her eyes. Chu Boyu drank the wine in the wine jug in one gulp.
He heard his own voice, which seemed calm on the surface, but if one listened carefully, it was trembling.
Hearing this, Baoshan moved slightly, and for a moment he forgot how to move.
It was Le Niang who stepped forward, holding the delicate hand of the precious fan, and thanked Chu Boyu.
The dance ended and the treasured fan left the scene, but the discussion about the treasured fan did not stop at the banquet.
Some people looked tipsy and their bodies were swaying slightly, obviously they were drunk.
He stretched out his palms, pressed them together, and formed a slender circle. He marveled, "That dancer's waist was so...slim, I could hold her in my arms with just one hand. I heard that dancers are very flexible, and they must be able to provide many unexpected surprises in bed."
The people around him were all men, and they all smiled in understanding when they heard what he said.
Only Prince Gong Chu Shi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had a calm expression. He gently reminded, "Doctor Deng, please be careful with your words. Although that woman is a dancer,
After all, he is someone close to His Majesty, so how can we talk about him casually?"
Doctor Deng couldn't stand Chu Shi's gentle and jade-like mask. As the son of Concubine Shu, it was not easy for Chu Shi to live a peaceful life.
According to Doctor Deng, Chu Shi should have lived his life in a timid manner.
But looking at Chu Shi's handsome face and neat clothes, he did not show any sense of inferiority or humility.
Apart from the illness in his legs, Chu Shi was even more eye-catching than him, a doctor who had served in two dynasties.
Doctor Deng had already figured out Chu Boyu's temper. In his eyes, Chu Boyu was still a young emperor.
If it weren't for Empress Dowager Zhong sitting in the court, given Chu Boyu's mild-mannered nature, the court would have been in chaos long ago.
Therefore, Doctor Deng was not worried that Chu Boyu would blame him because of a dancer.
Doctor Deng looked at Chu Shi coldly with a look of sarcasm on his face: "So what if I'm teasing you? Aren't dancers born to be entertained?
Prince Gong has been a coward for too long, so he has brought his own way of dealing with people onto me.
Even if I ask His Majesty for permission today to bring the dancer to my palace, what harm would that do?"
After saying this, Doctor Deng ignored the obstruction of the people around him and staggered to the center of the main hall. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty."
The whole hall was silent, with only Doctor Deng's loud request being heard.
"That dance just now has haunted me. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night even after returning to the mansion.
I beg Your Majesty to give me that dancer as my concubine."
Everyone knew that Dr. Deng was not young, but he was a lecher, and they all started to make fun of him when they heard this.
But Chu Boyu did not respond, but just looked at Doctor Deng with a serious look.
Many ministers noticed something was wrong and quickly stopped teasing, with a solemn look on their faces.
Chu Shi's brows relaxed, he raised the wine bottle and took a sip.
The raised wide sleeves concealed the faint smile on Chu Shi's lips.
Doctor Deng knelt on the cold ground, but Chu Boyu didn't call him to his feet. Drunk as he was, he blurted out, "Could it be that the dancer's performance just now has also confused Your Majesty's mind?"
I don't know how to appreciate dancing, I just think that slender waist and legs are so nice to play with..."
In full view of the crowd, Doctor Deng actually taught Chu Boyu how to tease the dancer.
Some officials who knew Doctor Deng wanted to rush forward and cover his mouth.
They all saw that Chu Boyu treated the dancer with some affection, even if he didn't say he liked her.
Which man would like to have fantasies about the woman that someone else likes?
What’s more, this is the emperor.
To everyone's surprise, Chu Boyu was not angry. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked very happy.
Before the ministers could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard Chu Boyu say in a gentle voice: "Doctor Deng is so proficient in the art of narrow play, why not go to Nanfeng Tower and teach him a lesson."
After receiving the order, several guards took the drunken Doctor Deng out of the palace and went to Nanfeng Tower.
Everyone hadn't recovered from the sudden change. Only when they heard the music begin again did they suddenly realize: Nanfeng Tower? Wasn't that a place of pleasure for young prostitutes? Doctor Deng had gone there, and his reputation was completely ruined...
It was clear that His Majesty was not angry and even had a smile on his face. However, he turned around and sent Doctor Deng to Nanfeng Tower, which really made everyone confused.
The banquet ended and everyone dispersed.
Seeing Chu Shi's difficulty in moving, the palace attendant wanted to step forward to help him. However, she was met with Chu Shi's icy gaze, as cold as the wind blowing through the snow. The palace attendant shuddered. When she looked back, Chu Shi's eyes were filled with warmth. He gently declined, saying, "The wheelchair is heavy. I can do it myself. No need to trouble you."
After saying that, Chu Shi turned the wheel with both hands and walked out of his seat slowly but methodically.
The palace attendant looked at Chu Shi's receding figure and touched his head. He thought he must have seen it wrong. How could Prince Gong, who was gentle to ordinary palace maids, show such a cold look?
After Chu Shi left the palace, he was taken home by the guards who came to greet him.
Chu Shi picked up the bronze mirror, and a gentle-looking man immediately appeared in the mirror. Anyone who saw him would find him extremely amiable. Chu Shi looked at himself in the mirror, and thought of Chu Boyu at the banquet today, and suddenly burst into laughter.
He stroked his legs and laughed heartily: "As expected of the Emperor's son, I find that we share the same blood."
Chu Boyu left the main hall, dismissed the palace servants, and walked alone on the bluestone path.
No one knew that Chu Boyu had a strange habit. If someone else was angry, his face would turn red and his heart would pound. It was obvious at a glance that he was boiling with rage.
But it was different with Chu Boyu. The angrier he got, the slower his heartbeat became, and he even smiled.
In the past, the most angry Chu Boyu had ever been was when he learned that Empress Dowager Zhong had thrown away the black jade and he could not find it anywhere.
As usual, Chu Boyu went to court and met Empress Dowager Zhong, and his expression was always respectful.
Even Empress Dowager Zhong sighed softly, saying that she would rather Chu Boyu had a good rant than be like a dough figurine, being manipulated at will.
Only Chu Boyu knew how he controlled himself and did not vent the malice swirling in his heart.
During the days when Mo Yu was missing, he even wanted to execute several palace servants who served Mo Yu, as if only by seeing their blood could Chu Boyu feel a little relieved from the pain of losing the civet cat.
But Chu Boyu couldn't, because he remembered it clearly.
Before becoming the emperor, he was a poor guy who could be bullied by everyone in Shu City.
Chu Boyu will never forget those days when he was hungry and humble.
Chu Boyu curled up in his embarrassing memories. No one was willing to pull him out of those memories, and he himself was willing to stay in his narrow shell.
Lukewarm and indecisive, this is how he, Chu Boyu, should be, the incompetent and cowardly little emperor.
Chu Boyu didn't understand the malice that was surging and roaring in his blood, and he didn't want to face it.
Fortunately, after the incident with the raccoon cat, Chu Boyu quickly recovered.
But today, when Chu Boyu heard the dirty words coming out of Doctor Deng's mouth, the tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
He heard himself ordering the guards to send Doctor Deng to Nanfeng Tower.
Tomorrow, the news of Doctor Deng's affair in Nanfeng Tower will spread throughout the capital.
At that time, Doctor Deng's reputation would be tarnished, and he would naturally not be able to continue serving as an official in the court. Doctor Deng's family and clansmen would also be stigmatized.
Naturally, when Chu Boyu said these words with a smile, he already knew what would happen to Doctor Deng.
The moonlight was slightly cool, and Chu Boyu's figure was cast on the ground by the bright moonlight, intertwined with the shadows of the dense trees.
Chu Boyu was thinking in his heart how he treated the treasure fan.
Love? Not that deep.
Like? Perhaps a little. Baoshan is beautiful, but often looks timid. Fragile beauties always attract sympathy and love.
Moreover, Chu Boyu was the Son of Heaven. The favor of an emperor was like spring rain, always coming. The favor of a monarch was extremely shallow and frivolous. Because under heaven, all the land was the Son of Heaven's possession.
Therefore, those who are beautiful, considerate and gentle can easily make the emperor fall in love with them.
But after the rain, when the sunlight reappears, those thin and shallow loves will evaporate like raindrops and dew.
Chu Boyu treated the precious fan like he treated the black jade, treating her like his most beloved pet. Since she was his pet, how could he allow others to treat her with such foul language? That was why Chu Boyu was furious.
Chu Boyu was lost in thought when he saw a woman in a pear-blossom white dress, covering her face with a handkerchief, by the willow-lined riverbank, beside the koi pond. A soft, timid cry drifted in. It was like a cat's whimper, like a small animal raising its claws to scratch at his heart, stirring a tingling sensation.
The slender willow branches swayed gently, brushing against the dark hair. Before Chu Boyu could even get close, Baoshan spotted him. The sobbing stopped softly, and Baoshan wiped her eyes frantically, like a frightened baby rabbit.
But the blush at the corners of the eyes could not be concealed no matter what.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."
Her voice was soft, still hoarse from crying. She sniffled slightly, but tried to put on a respectful gesture as she greeted Chu Boyu.
Chu Boyu stepped forward. Under the willow tree, his tall figure almost swallowed up Baoshan's slender and fragile body.
With his slightly cool fingers, he lifted Baoshan's small chin and asked, "You have received a reward, so why are you crying?"
Baoshan's chin was held between two fingers, and she could only open her eyes, which had just been washed by tears, and look at Chu Boyu timidly.
"No."
The moonlight was hazy, casting a blurry white gauze over the pear blossom-white dress.
Only then did Chu Boyu notice that the tip of Baoshan's small, upturned nose was also tinged with the blush of a plum.
Bao Shan said softly, "Your Majesty's reward, this servant is very happy, and there is no reason for me to be sad or cry about it."
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