Chapter 31 World 2 (7)
But Yuwen Xuan quickly rejected this idea.
Changming is tough and resilient. If he were to transform into a human form, he would be a man like him, not like this, weak and frail.
A cool breeze blew by, and Bao Shan, who was catching fireflies, trembled slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yu Wenxuan not far away. He was standing upright at the end of the bridge, his eyes, darker than the night sky, staring at her closely.
Those black eyes were filled with danger and a terrifying gaze.
Baoshan paused, her movements halting in panic as she frantically tried to catch fireflies. In her haste, her left foot tripped over her right. Beads of sweat immediately formed on her forehead, and she knelt hastily without a cry of pain. Most of Baoshan's body was covered by the grass, revealing only her pretty face and the silver-gray jacket she wore. Because her chest had been splashed with a large amount of flower juice, the fireflies that had been scattered around it flocked to her, smelling the fragrance and making the obscured undulations appear as bright as moonlight in the dark night. Baoshan felt embarrassed and ashamed, but she couldn't chase away all the fireflies that were dancing and making trouble on her chest in front of Yuwen Xuan. She could only suppress her shame and shift her gaze to her toes.
A shadow fell, Baoshan raised her eyebrows slightly, only to find that Yuwen Xuan had come to her without her knowing.
Those eyes, as deep as a pond, were looking towards the bright moonlight.
The cinnabar-red lips were bitten by the precious fan without any mercy, and a voice full of shame and embarrassment came out from the two soft lips.
"Your Majesty..."
——It is a broken tone.
Such a beautiful moonlight, a beautiful lady is here, murmuring her own name, what a charming scene.
Even if Liuxia Hui were here, he would still be distracted and confused.
"Stand up."
There was no fluctuation in Yuwen Xuan's tone, but the darkness in his eyes deepened a little.
Upon hearing this, Baoshan dared not disobey. She stood up obediently, while trying her best to hide the discomfort in her left foot.
But this trick was like covering one's ears and stealing the bell in front of Yuwen Xuan, and it was like a blind spot. His eyes swept over the cautious left foot, and seeing that Baoshan put most of his body strength on the other foot, he easily guessed that Baoshan had injured his foot.
Yuwen Xuan took two steps forward. The moonlight was bright, though not as bright as daylight. But even with the fan lowered, Yuwen Xuan could still see the soft eyebrows, the watery eyes, and the lips rubbed by the teeth, leaving marks on them.
Yu Wenxuan's thick brows were slightly furrowed, and a cold aura emanated from his whole body.
"Treasure fan?"
Yuwen Xuan remembered that someone had mentioned her name to him before. Bao Shan was now Miss Deng's personal maid.
Bao Shan didn't expect that Yuwen Xuan could remember her name. Her name was obviously two soft and gentle words, but when it came out of Yuwen Xuan's mouth, it made people tremble and shiver all over.
Baoshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart beating like a drum as she responded to Yuwen Xuan's words.
As soon as she finished speaking, Bao Shan felt a slight chill on her waist, and then a burning heat touched her skin. The layers of thin clothes on her body seemed to have no blocking effect. The burning heat seemed to penetrate the light gauze and closely connect with her skin.
Bao Shan was both shocked and frightened, and raised his eyes tremblingly. Because of fear, his two black pupils were filled with tears, as if tears were about to roll out of his eye sockets in the next moment.
When Yuwen Xuan saw the treasure fan in such a state, he breathed heavier, exerted force lightly with his hands, and held the treasure fan to his chest.
Everything he saw turned a thick, inky black. Bao Shan's slightly upturned nose was pressed against Yu Wenxuan's chest.
Yuwen Xuan's clothes were very cold. Perhaps it was because he had been walking in the palace for too long. It was late at night and the dew was heavy, so his clothes also felt cold.
Baoshan tilted her head slightly and put her face against Yuwen Xuan's chest.
It's really strange. The clothes are so cold, but there is a constant flow of heat coming from my chest.
Yuwen Xuan's hand was still on the slender waist of the treasure fan. He had calluses on his palm. In the past, he used this hand to hold the Changming sword and chopped off many people's heads.
Now this hand is holding the softest object in the world.
Yuwen Xuan's eyes keenly and wantonly measured the length of the waist of the treasure fan -
Just as he expected, he only needed one palm to grasp it.
The warm hand left Bao Shan's waist, and before she could relax her breath, the broad hand had already circled in front of her...
Bao Shan's heart trembled - where would this hand fall next?
Late at night, she was held in Yuwen Xuan's arms. Although she was frightened, she had to stay alert and pay attention to what Yuwen Xuan was going to do to her.
But even if he had to do something, Baoshan could only endure it silently.
After all, Yuwen Xuan is a prince and the only owner of this palace.
Ever since the precious fan was sold into the palace and the red seal was pressed on the contract of sale, it has belonged to Yuwen Xuan.
Even if Yuwen Xuan wanted to create some violent storm or raindrops on the crabapple leaves to torture her, Baoshan felt confused: she could only endure it. Even if Yuwen Xuan made some requests, she would rack her brains to try her best to meet them.
He put two fingers together and moved them to Baoshan's waist. With a slight pull, the belt around Baoshan's waist was easily untied.
Baoshan was wearing a silver jacket and a green skirt today. The green skirt was no longer restrictive and had become looser.
However, the silver-gray jacket on her upper body was pulled apart by Yuwen Xuan's force when he pulled the red silk, and the small buttons on it all fell apart. Baoshan didn't even have time to react before the small buttons disappeared into the grass and could no longer be found.
Yuwen Xuan had already let go of the treasured fan. At this moment, she was standing in the moonlight with her clothes wide open.
Recently, Baoshan has been seeking coolness, and has only worn a scarlet bellyband with the pattern of a spring crabapple blossom. Her silver-gray jacket is completely open, and her inner clothes cannot cover her fair skin. Her slender neck is filled with the boundless beauty of spring.
Baoshan was at a loss for a moment, not knowing whether to cover it up or leave it alone.
In a state of confusion, Baoshan tightly grasped the hem of her jacket with her jade fingers and lowered her head to hide her bleeding face.
Yuwen Xuan stood quietly by the side, his eyes slowly examining every inch of the precious fan's skin as if aiming at prey.
He fought on the battlefield all year round, and what he heard most, besides the screams and wails of the enemy, was the obscene language in the barracks.
Those soldiers would gather in the tent, drink strong liquor, and talk about which girl was the most beautiful. They would also brag about the private conversations, postures and techniques on the bed, causing others to either make a noise or envy.
Yuwen Xuan had always been a non-participant, as he knew his reputation—the Bloody Yama. Not only did the enemy fear him, but his own soldiers were also terrified.
Yuwen Xuan didn't like the hustle and bustle. He drank alone, poured the best liquor into his throat, and poured a pot of it to Changming Sword. That was enough for him.
Yuwen Xuan had heard a little about love affairs between men and women, but he felt that he did not need a woman, only a sword was enough.
There were once some gossipers who believed that Yuwen Xuan was not lustful because he had never tasted the sweetness of a woman.
"Just once, Your Majesty, I guarantee that you will be so enchanted that you will feel that your life is not in vain."
The man who was speaking had black eyes and was obviously suffering from a loss of qi and blood.
Yuwen Xuan frowned slightly. Although he didn't like the man's mean-spirited and slick appearance, he was really curious whether what he said was true or false.
However, when several women, wearing half-revealed veils and smelling of powder, entered the room, they were frightened by the momentum of Yuwen Xuan chopping the table in half with a sword before they even got close. They knelt neatly on the ground and could not do anything.
From then on, Yuwen Xuan no longer believed in the so-called "paradise on earth" and "free and happy life".
But now, looking at the precious fan, and its pitiful and resistant posture, Yuwen Xuan felt that the blood in his body was boiling and clamoring. These bloods, with extremely surging heat and anxiety, flowed through every part of his body, and finally gathered from all directions to the tip of his heart.
Yuwen Xuan was no stranger to this kind of excitement. He also felt this kind of pleasure when facing the blood-stained Changming Sword.
But no matter which time I felt happy, it couldn't compare to this moment——
The snow-white and smooth skin seemed to blend into the moonlight.
Bao Shan didn't even dare to raise her eyebrows, let alone look directly at Yuwen Xuan.
Her slightly raised chin was a pale white, and her slender neck was slightly raised with smooth movements, like a little lamb waiting to be controlled.
Whether it was the chill of the night or fear, the exposed skin of Bao Shan trembled slightly. But she didn't dare reach out to close her open jacket.
Bao Shan raised her eyes slightly and glanced at Yu Wenxuan. But in the blink of an eye, she timidly withdrew her gaze.
But that gaze was caught by Yuwen Xuan, with a mixture of shyness and resentment.
——She was clearly saying: It’s such a cold night, why is the prince taking so long to move?
It is like a delicate flower waiting to be destroyed. If a storm really comes, I am afraid it will appear in another pitiful state.
In this situation, any man would know what to do.
However, Yuwen Xuan was an exception. The joy he felt made his expression cold, a turbulent emotion that only appeared on the battlefield.
Looking at the beautiful scenery before him, Yuwen Xuan knew full well that he didn't want to take Baoshan's life. But where did this pleasure come from, and how could he relieve it? Yuwen Xuan raised his hand, his eyes cold. In his palm, he still held the red silk ribbon that had once hung around Baoshan's waist.
He had just untied it with his hands.
The image of Changming Sword flashed through Yuwen Xuan's mind, and a thought quietly emerged in his heart -
If he didn't use his hands to untie it, but instead used the Changming Sword and its cold blade, the sound of the cloth being torn would certainly be extremely pleasant to the ears.
"You go and serve Changming."
Yuwen Xuan remembered that Baoshan had taken care of Changming, and she was quite attentive. Thinking of the warmth on the Changming Sword, Yuwen Xuan's eyes became deep: putting her and the Changming Sword together would complement each other.
Seeing that Yuwen Xuan had no other intentions, Baoshan hurriedly stretched out her hand to block the boundless spring scenery that was exposed. She mentioned her uneasiness in a trembling voice.
"But, I am now Miss Deng's personal servant. If... Miss Deng..."
Bao Shan wanted to say something but stopped herself and couldn't help but look up at Yuwen Xuan.
Everyone in the palace said that the prince treated Miss Deng most specially. Although Yuwen Xuan had personally promised her to take care of the Changming Sword.
It would be bad if Miss Deng knew about this and thought she left rashly.
Yuwen Xuan's tone became even colder.
"You just need to take care of Changming."
Bao Shan saw that he was so confident in his words, so she naturally agreed. Seeing Yu Wenxuan raise his foot to leave, Bao Shan's eyelashes trembled again and again, and finally she mustered up the courage to speak.
"Your Majesty, could you please return the red silk to me?"
It’s not that Baoshan is stingy, but the current situation is that her silver-gray jacket is torn and is exposed to the cold wind.
As for asking Yuwen Xuan to take off his clothes to protect her from the cold, Baoshan would never dare to think about it. The only way was to take the risk of getting the red silk back and wearing it again to resist the cold wind.
Yuwen Xuan returned the red silk to Baoshan.
Baoshan did not tie the red silk around her waist again. She spread it out, making it twice as wide as when she made it into a belt.
Then the treasure fan wrapped the red silk around the soft and undulating surface and tied it into a loose knot.
Although it’s not very beautiful, it’s not that cold at all.
The red silk had been held by Yuwen Xuan for a long time, and had already been stained with his scent. Now, the treasure fan was pressed against the soft part of the silk, but she looked unaware.
When Yuwen Xuan saw the movement of the treasure fan, his fingers moved slightly, and he felt a dryness in his throat. The blood that had calmed down began to roar again.
When Baoshan raised his head, Yuwen Xuan was gone.
She breathed a sigh of relief, pulled off the cloth bag from her waist, and started catching fireflies again.
Fortunately, the firefly has just been attracted, and now all we need to do is lead it into the cloth bag.
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