Chapter 27 World 2 (3)
Yuwen Xuan once led a general on a campaign to defend a border town against foreign enemies. He led tens of thousands of soldiers on a long journey, and the rations they needed required the imperial court. Unfortunately, the rations were stuck along the way, and it took a long time for them to reach their camp. Initially, Yuwen Xuan could trade for food with the surrounding civilians, but as time went on, he ran out of things to exchange and was forced to rely on gathering wild vegetables and fruits to survive. The barracks cooks weren't exactly skilled chefs, but if they had sufficient food and everything else, their meals would be decent. But when the granary contained only wild vegetables, the food they prepared tasted bitter and difficult to swallow.
Although Yuwen Xuan was short of food, he still returned victorious.
But when he returned to the palace covered in blood, he saw a round table filled with thirty-six dishes. He immediately became angry and not only punished the chef of the palace, but also set rules for the portion size of the meals in the palace.
During those days, everyone in the mansion was in a panic, trembling with fear, fearing that they would anger Yuwen Xuan and end up like the mansion's cook.
The maids naturally discussed the matter, and although they knew Yuwen Xuan had changed the rations, they hadn't considered the reasons behind it. Baoshan, standing in the corridor at the time, listened to their gossip, pondering it silently, before connecting the dots between the lack of food in the military camp and the prince's mood swings.
In such a huge palace, a plate of Poria cocos cake falling on the ground is certainly not a waste of rice.
Baoshan lowered her eyebrows slightly. She was just using this opportunity to apologize and make a big deal out of a small matter.
On the one hand, it covered up the violation of rules, and on the other hand, it attracted the attention of the prince and prompted him to speak up. The matter was then resolved on the spot, so as to avoid leaving room for gossip among the public.
Yuwen Xuan's eyes were deep, like the finest obsidian, and his gaze was slightly cold, making it difficult to detect his emotions.
Baoshan's knees were facing Yuwen Xuan's toes, and the Fuling cake, stained with mud, was now lying in a pair of slender jade-like hands.
These hands seemed to have replaced the porcelain plate and become the utensil for serving the Poria cocos cake.
It’s a pity that this Poria cocos cake looks rough and slightly collapsed, with scattered black spots hanging on it, which is really not worthy of those soft hands.
Hands like these shouldn't belong on a maid, nor should they be used to present snacks. Yuwen Xuan heard the crude words from the military camp: "If you can caress this soft and beautiful woman around a man's waist and linger on the bulge in his throat, it can be said that it is not a waste of God's gift."
Feeling that Yuwen Xuan's wanton gaze fell on him, like a wolf or a tiger, stalking its prey, Baoshan couldn't help but tremble, but still held on, not letting his palm shake.
A light laugh fell, and if Baoshan had not been concentrating on observing Yuwen Xuan's expression, he would have missed this light laugh that seemed to be blended into the wind.
"No problem."
As soon as Yuwen Xuan finished speaking, he turned and left. Miss Deng, who was confused as to why Baoshan suddenly apologized, stood up and was about to chase him. However, a stone came out of nowhere and tripped her to the ground.
Miss Deng cried out in pain, her eyes fixed on Yuwen Xuan's back. However, she saw that he did not stop at all and slowly left her sight.
The housekeeper secretly retracted the step he had just taken and ordered the maid to send Miss Deng back to the yard.
He walked around to the treasured fan, his expression softening a little.
"Since the prince doesn't blame you, you can go back first."
Baoshan responded obediently, but when she stood up, her legs seemed to be stepping on cotton, her foot slipped, and she almost fell. She held up the hem of her skirt with one hand, and the other hand was slightly clenched, with the Poria cocos cake still in the palm of her hand.
The housekeeper sighed secretly. Looking at the poor little thing, he really didn't know how the prince could have restrained himself from taking the precious fan away just now.
Perhaps the prince was not born with the ability to sympathize with women.
Baoshan returned to her room, wrapped the Poria cocos cake in oil paper, and washed her hands carefully with clean water.
Hua Qing came in from outside. She also heard what happened this morning. Although she was disrespectful in front of the prince, Bao Shan did not receive any punishment at all, while Miss Deng was punished to copy scriptures.
Hua Qing had just gone to see Miss Deng. She listened to Deng Qianqian's complaints about the prince's cruelty. She consoled her with words, but her heart remained calm. She only secretly lamented why Baoshan was so lucky, considering she was just a servant. If she angered the prince today, she would be dead. Without Baoshan, she would be all alone in the house again.
But who would have thought that the precious fan was intact and the prince even promised in person that it was not a big deal.
When passing by Baoshan, Hua Qing snorted coldly. Seeing that Baoshan ignored her, she became even more depressed.
Baoshan felt dizzy and the full sun was high in the sky. Although it was noon, she changed her clothes and lay down on the couch.
She felt as if her whole body was immersed in ice water and was trembling all over.
But a fire seemed to be burning in her chest, a feverish heat. Suddenly, she felt cold on the outside and hot on the inside, a world of ice and fire. Baoshan knew she might be suffering from a fever, but she couldn't even muster the strength to open her eyes, let alone get out of bed and seek medical help.
The fever made Bao Shan feel really uncomfortable. She seemed to have returned to the past. On the day she first entered the palace, she also suffered from such a fever and was taken into the palace in a shabby carriage.
It is said that when a person is about to die, everything he has experienced will flash through his mind one by one.
Baoshan's heart trembled as she watched her past transform into pictures and unfold before her.
Could it be that she would only remember all these things in the past when she was about to die?
Bao Shan felt bitter and felt that she was so worthless. She had finally gotten the prince to forgive her crime. But because of her fear, she had caught a fever and now she was going to lose her life.
But in Baoshan's mind, her past flashed by quickly, and finally Yuwen Xuan's figure appeared.
Bao Shan, lying on the bed, frowned as she watched Miss Deng at the mansion, relentlessly pursuing the prince. She constantly came up with new ideas. Even when the prince never responded, she never gave up. Finally, after finding a cure for the prince's hidden illness, the two finally became a couple. And surprisingly, Bao Shan figured in all this.
She was kept by Miss Deng's side all day long. Every time Miss Deng made a mistake, others, concerned about Yu Wenxuan's reputation, did not dare to cause trouble for Miss Deng, and instead directed their anger at Bao Shan, their personal maid...
While searching for a cure for the prince, Miss Deng competed with others for a medicinal herb. Although the herb was snatched away, the other person was not convinced and recruited others to take revenge.
In this revenge, Miss Deng was lucky enough to only suffer minor injuries, but the precious fan was captured by them.
When he was found, he had already turned into a cold corpse...
Baoshan stood aside like an outsider, looking at himself lying on the ground in a mess, his face covered with mud and rain, his hair sticking to his cheeks in a mess, his lips pale, and he looked lifeless.
"Baoshan, Baoshan, you..."
The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the treasure fan slowly lifted the eyelids.
Seeing this, Jinxiu relaxed her frown and called for the doctor next to her to come quickly.
A thin red silk thread was tied around Bao Shan's white wrist, and the thread trembled slightly as the doctor examined her.
The doctor was calm and composed: "Fright leads to fear, and fear leads to illness."
Jinxiu didn't understand what he was talking about, but she understood that the herbs had to be taken three times a day.
After the doctor left, Jinxiu sat in front of Baoshan's bed, and said with lingering fear, "It's a good thing I came to find you today, otherwise you would be lying on the bed alone, your whole body flushed, and no matter how I called you, I couldn't wake you up."
Jinxiu curled her lips, looked across at Baoshan, and complained softly, "That Hua Qing is so mean. Seeing that you weren't awake, she even asked for some snacks and tea, acting like she was just watching a show.
Hearing the doctor say you're fine, he sighed and opened all the doors and windows.
Baoshan lowered his eyebrows and his voice became a little hoarse.
"It's a good thing you're here."
Upon hearing this, Jinxiu put the annoying Hua Qing behind her and went to pour tea for Baoshan.
Her slightly curled eyelashes cast a shadow beneath her eyes. Bao Shan recalled her dream, and a chill still lingered in her heart. People are born with different temperaments. Some are violent and noisy, while she is naturally timid, and her greatest fear is losing her own life.
Baoshan has been in the palace for several years. Although she has heard that the prince is violent and would take people's lives at any time, she used to think about it.
If you stay in the Rose Garden, you can live the rest of your life in peace.
She never imagined that one day she would leave the Rose Garden and become Miss Deng's personal maid, and would end up with a miserable death in the future.
Baoshan took the teacup handed to her by Jinxiu, and her fingertips felt a slight warmth through the porcelain pieces.
Baoshan gave Jinxiu a grateful smile and took a sip of tea.
A few willow leaf-like tea leaves floated in the clear water, and the tea water was not dark brown, but white water.
If she thought about it carefully, she couldn't deserve any good tea with her status. She should be very grateful if she could use the crude tea that cost a few cents per pound and pour boiling water over it.
But - what if I can't even drink this kind of tea in the future?
No one in the world is completely pure and good, and Baoshan is no exception. Her thoughts gradually turned—she definitely couldn't stay with Miss Deng. Whether in her dreams or today, she had nearly been implicated.
If she leaves Miss Deng, her life may not be safe and secure. She is alone and so timid, and she doesn't know what kind of troubles she will encounter in the future.
We must find a way to ensure that she can live in peace every day.
In the dream, Yuwen Xuan's figure flashed by, and Baoshan's heart trembled slightly. But thinking of everything in the dream, he quickly made up his mind. Although staying next to Yuwen Xuan was scary, if he used his heart and mind, there would always be a way out. What's more, -
Baoshan looked at the teacup with a crack on it.
I heard that Xueding Hancui is an excellent tea, which leaves a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth after drinking it, leaving you with an endless aftertaste.
Life is short, so she should be able to change to a different kind of tea.
Baoshan's body softened and fell onto Jinxiu's shoulder like catkins floating in the wind.
Jinxiu: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Bao Shan's voice was weak and limp: "I'm just dizzy. Please help me put on my clothes. I've been lying on the bed for a long time. It's time to go to Miss Deng and apologize."
Seeing that her face was still flushed, Jinxiu could not agree to it. She got up and went to find Miss Deng to ask for leave on Baoshan's behalf.
Hua Qing, who had been listening attentively on the side, saw this and glanced at the precious fan on the bed.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks were flushed, her lips had lost their color, and her eyes, which had always been full of water, now looked gloomy. I naturally believed that she was indeed weak.
Look at her, she was unconscious just now, with her eyebrows tightly furrowed, and she looked like a crabapple blossom hit by rain, very pitiful. Hua Qing was just secretly criticizing Bao Shan, and even when she was unconscious, she looked like someone was pampering and caring for her. I don't know where this humble look came from.
Now that he heard that Baoshan couldn't even go to Miss Deng's side, he was secretly delighted.
Hua Qing put away the coldness on her face and replaced it with a look of concern.
"Since you are ill, it is not appropriate for you to serve Miss Deng.
I've always been good friends with Miss Deng, so why don't I put in a word for you so you can have a good rest for a few days?"
Seeing Baoshan looking at her, Hua Qing couldn't help but feel confused. Could it be that her thoughts were seen through?
It definitely won't happen. This precious fan is just of good color. It is timid and stupid, so how could it see through her thoughts?
With her friendship with Miss Deng, when she takes Baoshan's place, Miss Deng will surely value her even more.
Once Baoshan recovers from her illness, it will be impossible for her to return to Miss Deng.
Baoshan lowered her eyebrows, ignoring Jinxiu who was winking at her from the side, and said timidly, "Thank you very much, Sister Huaqing."
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