Chapter 37 World 2 (Thirteen)
Before Baoshan entered the house, she nodded slightly to the guards outside the door, as if she had thought of something. She stopped in front of the guards, her pretty face reflected in their eyes.
"I heard that the last time the prince asked about it, it was the guard brother who took charge of everything."
Ever since Baoshan came to take care of the Changming Sword, others gradually learned that she was the "person who touched Changming" that Yuwen Xuan had asked about that day, so they told her the whole story, and even told her in detail that the guards were afraid that Yuwen Xuan would vent his anger on Baoshan and took all the responsibility.
Hearing Baoshan's gentle thanks, the guard's ears turned red and his face showed a hint of guilt.
"If I hadn't dragged you into taking care of Changming that day, you wouldn't have caught the prince's attention. If this really angered the prince, then I should be blamed."
Bao Shan raised her beautiful eyes slightly, then lowered them softly: "Brother Guard is naturally responsible, but since I know your good intentions, I can't help but thank you..."
She opened her thin lips and said, "How about this? When you're done with your shift, I'll treat you to some wine and food."
The guard's heart throbbed, and he felt that the most beautiful and kind person he had ever met was Baoshan. With her beauty, even if she were a bit overbearing and spoiled, it wouldn't be blamed. But Baoshan was also so gentle, so respectful and kind, that she would take even the smallest matters to heart. Someone like him deserved her gratitude and hospitality.
The guard couldn't hide his excitement at the thought of the small place he had in Baoshan's heart. However, he still had a trace of rationality and remembered that he had important matters to attend to today, so he could only reluctantly refuse Baoshan.
"It's just a trivial matter, don't worry about it. You are so weak, you should be protected by someone. I am just doing a small favor. I am on duty today... I am afraid the prince has some arrangements..."
Bao Shan listened attentively, and when she saw that the guard had not explained clearly what arrangements Yuwen Xuan had made, she stopped asking and only asked some other questions. After just two questions, she found out Yuwen Xuan's whereabouts.
——He is coming to see Changming today.
Bao Shan got the news he wanted to know and walked into the house. The Changming Sword was placed in the center, surrounded by carved trays, on which were placed the supplies Bao Shan needed to take care of the Changming Sword.
Before the treasure fan, the maid who was responsible for taking care of the Changming Sword had been replaced.
The first maid only stayed for two days. She had nightmares at night and looked haggard, as if she was possessed by an evil spirit. Naturally, the housekeeper removed her and replaced her with a second maid.
The maidservant took care of the child for over half a month, and nothing unusual happened. But one day, when she returned home late, and the night was as dark as ink, she suddenly started screaming and crying, thinking that she was being haunted by an evil spirit.
The second maidservant was the one before Bao Shan. She never approached Changming Sword and stayed there the longest. However, she never paid much attention to Changming Sword and was dismissed by the housekeeper for being lazy.
Bao Shan has always been timid, but he still went to ask the swordsmith in the mansion for advice and came up with a way to take care of the Changming Sword.
——Clean, polish and nourish.
Bao Shan found some soft animal skin. When she asked for the skin, she told her the purpose of the skin, which was to take care of the Changming Sword.
Therefore, no servants deliberately made things difficult for him, and he was able to obtain all these items easily.
She used animal skin to wipe the hilt and scabbard until the veins on them were polished to be as smooth and delicate as fine gems.
As for sharpening a sword, the emphasis is on sharpening the blade.
The Changming Sword was made of bronze and black iron. Baoshan, a weak woman, was unable to pull it out, so she asked two guards to work together to take it out.
The white light on the sword blade flickered slightly, like the first rays of sunlight in the morning, dazzling people.
The guards had already left the room, following the housekeeper's orders not to approach the Changming Sword for long. The precious fan was covered in a new, thick, soft hide. She wrapped the blade in the hide and, following the swordsmith's instructions, prepared to polish the Changming Sword carefully.
But the Changming sword can cut iron like mud, let alone a piece of animal skin.
There was a "swish" sound, which was the sound of cloth being torn.
Baoshan's slender fingers were holding the animal skin and polishing the sword blade.
The animal skin was easily cut open, and Baoshan's fingers also had red marks like silk threads. A drop of scarlet blood dripped from the white jade-like fingers and slid along the blade to the sword body.
A drop of blood, the size of a dewdrop, slid straight down the sword. It should have paused for a moment when it reached the tip of the sword, and then fell to the ground with a plop.
But the round blood bead became smaller and smaller as it moved down along the bronze and black iron.
When it reached the tip of the sword, it was completely absorbed into the sword body by the bronze and black iron, and there was no trace of the blood bead.
If it weren't for the slight pain in her fingertips reminding her of the treasure fan, she would probably have thought that her fingertips had never been cut and the blood had never fallen on the Changming Sword.
Bao Shan's legs trembled slightly. At this moment, she vaguely remembered that this was a vicious sword that could take people's lives. She was afraid that there were souls entwined in the sword, devouring the blood that rolled on it.
She didn't dare touch the Changming Sword again. She hurriedly took back the cut animal skin and called the guards outside the house to put the sword back into the scabbard.
The sword sharpening was not completed, but Bao Shan dared not touch the blade of Changming Sword again. She held the animal skin and hastily completed the sword-maintaining method. She did not notice the bloodstains on her jade fingers, which were stained on the animal skin and a few scattered drops fell on the scabbard of Changming Sword.
Baoshan almost ran out of the house without even noticing the guard's hesitant look.
The guard bent down and picked up the animal skin that the precious fan had dropped in panic. Looking at the bloodstains on the skin, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. Seeing that he was in a state of disarray, his companion hurriedly reminded him.
"Be careful, the prince will be here soon."
If I saw the guards like this, I'd be upset...
The guard forced a smile at him and tucked the animal skin into his waist.
Although I tried hard to cheer myself up, I couldn't help feeling a little absent-minded.
"stop!"
A scolding sounded and Baoshan stopped in a hurry.
In front of me was Miss Deng with a strange expression and Hua Qing with a haughty face.
Through the figures of several maids, Baoshan could vaguely see Jinxiu's worried eyes, and she lowered her brows.
Miss Deng looked at the treasured fan and sighed inwardly. "The ancients never deceived me. Such a beautiful maid is indeed restless." She glanced at Hua Qing and sighed softly.
Hua Qing walked up to the treasure fan with a rather condescending air.
"Baoshan, Miss Deng treats you well..."
Hua Qing paused, as if she couldn't figure out what Miss Deng was good about Bao Shan, and pursed her lips tightly.
"If Miss Deng hadn't chosen you to be her personal maid, you would have stayed in the Rose Garden for the rest of your life, like a frog in a well, unable to see beyond the Rose Garden.
Miss Deng treated you so well, but you didn't live up to her expectations. First, you were frail and had to stay in bed for a long time, and then you left Miss Deng and went...
If I go somewhere else, won't I be treated as if Miss Deng is nothing, and can come and go as she pleases?"
Hua Qing originally thought that Bao Shan was forced to leave Miss Deng.
After all, no one wants to be with a vicious sword full of evil aura.
Just now, a young maid wanted to curry favor with her and get closer to Miss Deng, so she told Hua Qing in detail the information she had found out.
According to them, Bao Shan voluntarily stayed away from Miss Deng, thinking that Miss Deng was not a good master. What's more, she even dared to mock Hua Qing behind her back, ridiculing her various thoughts, which ultimately ended in vain.
After hearing this, Hua Qing was immediately furious and told Miss Deng the whole story with exaggeration. Naturally, she concealed all the parts related to herself and only talked about how Bao Shan betrayed her master and was two-faced.
Baoshan's black cloud-like hair was loosely tied up with a lotus hairpin. Without looking at her face, just looking at the black hair, one could be sure that there must be a beauty under this black hair.
Hua Qing stretched out her hand and pulled out the lotus hairpin. In an instant, Baoshan's hair bun came apart, half of her black hair hung in front of her chest, and the other half fell on her shoulders.
She raised her timid eyes, and her large, clear, amber pupils were full of anxiety and helplessness.
The watery light instantly hung in the clear eyes, like a helpless little animal, waiting for rescue.
Hua Qing wanted to see her in such a miserable state that she deliberately pulled out the lotus hairpin in her hair, leaving her hair in disarray and no longer as beautiful as before.
But the hanging hair made her look even more pitiful.
This weak appearance of being bullied makes people want to bully her even more.
Miss Deng, Hua Qing, and a group of maids stood beside the precious fan. They were weak alone but the others were strong, and the weak women were powerless.
Being humiliated and blamed like this, he could only timidly argue, "I didn't..." If the person in front of the precious fan was not Hua Qing, if it was someone else, he would probably hold this withered and broken precious fan in his arms and cherish it.
Hua Qing hardened her heart and scoffed inwardly: "She looks so useless, her eyes gazing around with reluctance, as if expecting someone to swoop down and rescue her from her predicament. This weak look is truly laughable. Who in this palace could save her?" Hua Qing thought: "With Miss Deng's support behind me, even if the housekeeper came, I could still argue a little."
Jinxiu looked at Hua Qing arrogantly bullying Baoshan and felt extremely anxious. She had already taken a step forward and was about to help Baoshan up.
Baoshan timidly raised her eyes and looked at Jinxiu through several people. The sparkling eyes were endearing and made people feel a surge of courage.
But Jinxiu saw a plea in those eyes, not a plea for her to save him.
Baoshan's eyebrows moved slightly, so as not to let Jinxiu be rude.
--Can't.
Jinxiu was overwhelmed with emotions. She knew Baoshan's intentions. Even if she went forward to support Baoshan, they would both suffer in the end. Baoshan told her not to go forward and not to be disrespectful.
Jinxiu felt sad. Baoshan had fallen into such a situation, but he was still considering her safety.
Jinxiu stared at those watery eyes for a moment, and after a moment, she finally gave in and retracted her foot.
Hua Qing's voice was passionate, as if containing thousands of lofty sentiments and ambitions.
"You look like you're waiting for someone to rescue you. What a pity.
If it was in the street, I’m afraid a group of men would rush up to save you, but in the palace…”
Hua Qing's tone changed. She looked at Miss Deng who was silent and letting her do whatever she wanted. She then looked at the treasure fan that had fallen to the ground. A surge of malice filled her heart and she chuckled.
"Are you waiting for the prince? You..."
She was just about to open her mouth to mock him, saying that if she were stripped naked and lying on Yuwen Xuan's bed like this, he would probably dote on her.
But before Hua Qing could finish her words, she was pushed back a few steps. When she steadied her feet, she saw a snow-white blade in front of her.
And Yuwen Xuan's palm was placed on the waist of the treasure fan.
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