Chapter 48 World 2 (Twenty-four)
Yuwen Xuan grasped Bao Shan's waist with his large palm, exerting a slight pressure as he lifted her onto the table. A fine wolf-hair brush, Huizhou ink, and a square inkstone were all swept to the floor. A few scattered drops of ink splashed onto Yuwen Xuan's wrist, but he paid it no mind. With a gentle rub, a large blob of ink spread across his hand. Bao Shan, which had been resting neatly on Yuwen Xuan's jade belt, frowned at the sight and pulled out a handkerchief. She pulled Yuwen Xuan's hand away and patiently wiped the ink stain with her embroidered handkerchief.
After a while, Baoshan raised his head, and a light flashed in his watery eyes.
“It’s very clean.”
Her voice was soft and delicate, more persuasive than usual, as if she was telling Yuwen Xuan that he hadn't wiped off the ink just now, and now he had finally wiped it clean. Yuwen Xuan caught a glimpse of the pattern on the embroidered handkerchief - soft and fragile pear blossoms, with light white petals, but now they were stained by the ink on his hand.
The blood rushed up, and the thought of fighting on the battlefield came like a raging wave, uncontrollable.
He couldn't bear it, and he didn't have to bear it.
Love between men and women is a natural law, and with such alluring beauty, resistance is futile. Why waste your energy on it?
Yuwen Xuan held the delicate hand of Baoshan in his hand, guiding her step by step, and letting her take off the jade belt with her own hands.
The treasure fan could only move along with Yuwen Xuan's movements. When he got the jade belt in his hand, he couldn't wait to put it on his cheek with a look of satisfaction.
Yu Wenxuan's eyes were full of dissatisfaction. He moved the fair cheek from the jade belt to his palm.
The precious fan seemed unaware and rubbed lightly against Yuwen Xuan's palm.
Fingers as rough as gravel moved from Baoshan's cheek to her chin. Yuwen Xuan lifted up the blushing little face and let her look directly at him.
"Who am I?"
Perhaps it was the strange fragrance that made Baoshan's eyes blurry. She looked at Yuwen Xuan for a moment before speaking uncertainly, "Your Highness?"
As if a mechanism had been activated, Yuwen Xuan leaned over, with an eager and hot breath, and used his lips and teeth as a ruler to measure Baoshan's slender eyebrows, watery eyes, and straight nose.
He was an extremely patient tailor, and was especially patient with every inch of Baoshan's skin. He even measured the curvature and curves of her soft lips.
If the measurement is inaccurate once, there will be another one, and another one, and so on and so forth...
He didn't stop until those watery eyes were filled with tears, her tender lips were breathing unsteadily, and she was crying and begging for mercy.
Yuwen Xuan pulled up the wrist of the treasure fan and left a shallow tooth mark on it.
He would not ask whether Baoshan had someone he liked. In Yuwen Xuan's eyes, Baoshan was in his house and belonged to him for life. How could he allow others to spy on him?
Therefore, Yuwen Xuan did not ask, "Do you like me?" Instead, he spoke with a firm tone, his eyes deep, as if he wanted to swallow the treasure fan into his stomach: "You are mine."
The sound of the precious fan breaking into pieces and being unable to form a single sentence echoed in the house.
"I... am the prince's... person..."
I cried so hard that I couldn't tell whether I was in pain or joy.
What was taken off was not only the jade belt, but also the black brocade robe worth a thousand gold.
The simple women's dress was thrown on the ground, while the brocade robe sewn with gold thread was spread under Baoshan. Her delicate body and skin three times whiter than snow should be wrapped in the finest clothes, and that was exactly the case at this moment.
In Baoshan's eyes, the powerful man was like the unreachable sky, the untouchable Yuwen Xuan.
At this moment, he put his hand on her waist, and his face showed the embarrassment of an ordinary man.
Beads of sweat appeared on Yuwen Xuan's forehead and his thin lips were tightly pursed. Although he had been on the battlefield for a long time, he was extremely inexperienced in bed.
But Yuwen Xuan was very good at learning. He was like a gifted boatman. Although he was a bit awkward on his first trip to the sea, he soon picked up the bamboo pole and started his second voyage.
Amid the ups and downs of the waves, there was a moment of clarity in Baoshan's eyes. She was not unconscious. Yuwen Xuan's palms were rough, leaving red marks on her naked skin.
Baoshan stretched out her bare hand and gently touched the tip of her ear that was swaying in front of her.
When Yuwen Xuan raised her head, her eyes became hazy again.
A small boat seemed no match for the tall boatman.
But Yuwen Xuan seemed to be determined on the fragile boat and refused to let go, allowing the waves on the sea to come again and again until the dawn, when it finally stopped.
Yuwen Xuan took off all his clothes, but he didn't feel cold.
The table was a mess. The pitiful little person was firmly protected by the brocade robe. Yuwen Xuan stretched out his big hand and held the precious fan covered with brocade robe on his knees.
When Baoshan woke up, the first thing she saw was Yuwen Xuan's smooth jaw.
She was like a frightened little animal in the mountains, noticing something strange about herself, and being held in Yuwen Xuan's arms. She was surprised but didn't dare to scream out loud. She could only look at Yuwen Xuan aggrievedly with her clear eyes.
Yuwen Xuan felt the movement of the person in his arms, opened his eyes, and looked at the mess in the room, the table, the bedside, the soft stool...
He frowned, thinking of his ridiculous behavior yesterday, and his heart moved slightly. When he saw the treasure fan in his arms with an aggrieved look as if condemning, he couldn't help shaking it gently in his hand.
Baoshan looked confused and was at a loss as to what to do after seeing Yuwen Xuan's behavior.
What is he doing...
Baoshan slipped out of Yuwen Xuan's arms, and she stood barefoot on the ground. She tightened her brocade robe and timidly wanted to leave.
Yuwen Xuan naturally wouldn't let her go out in this state, so he asked someone to bring her clothes.
"The matter between you and me..."
He wanted to say something but stopped himself. Tears welled up in Baoshan's eyes. Without waiting for her clothes to be brought, she hurriedly put on her embroidered shoes, wrapped herself tightly in her brocade robe, and ran away.
"I know that I am the mud on the ground..."
It cannot match the clouds in the sky.
Yuwen Xuan frowned and called the housekeeper over to whisper a few words to him.
Miss Deng has closer contacts with the palace. Although the palace seems calm, it is actually turbulent.
The palace maid who gave birth secretly, somehow managed to save her own life and the baby's life, and also won the emperor's favor.
However, the emperor still did not give her and the child a legal status. The palace maid was anxious and sent several letters to Yuwen Xuan.
Perhaps because she saw that Yuwen Xuan was indifferent and never replied, the palace maid became more direct in her words to show her sincerity.
He bluntly said that he wanted to recommend Yingzi to the throne and let Yuwen Xuan be the king behind the scenes. Yuwen Xuan accepted all the letters but did not reply to any of them.
The housekeeper thought to himself: This palace maid seems to be possessed. She is openly trying to usurp the throne for the sake of power. If she is discovered, her life will surely be in danger.
However, the housekeeper changed his mind and realized that this palace maid was destined to die. If she didn't fight hard, she would probably lose the emperor's favor and all kinds of inhuman torture would be waiting for her.
Ever since the red sandalwood bracelet took effect, Miss Deng no longer resisted the Queen's frequent contacts as before.
He even asked his most trusted maid, Hua Qing, to personally deliver the message outside the mansion.
Anyway, the questions were about trivial matters that were insignificant, such as how many bowls of snacks Yuwen Xuan had eaten and how long he had slept. Even if Yuwen Xuan caught them, she would have a reason to explain.
Thinking of this, Miss Deng no longer resisted the Queen's contact with her.
Miss Deng, knowing the Changming Sword's importance to Yuwen Xuan and feeling a certain affinity with the Empress, added in her reply, "The Changming Sword has long been in the palace. When will it be returned to its original owner?" Little did she know the Empress would actually find a way to take the Changming Sword out of the palace and return it to Yuwen Xuan.
After putting the envelope away, Miss Deng got up and went to look for Yuwen Xuan.
"The Queen promised to return the Changming Sword."
However, in order to save His Majesty's face, the Changming Sword cannot be returned to Yuwen Xuan in a high-profile manner. The Changming Sword will be placed in the Jinyu Pavilion, and Yuwen Xuan will be allowed to take it back to the palace quietly.
Jinyu Pavilion, the largest restaurant in the capital, is extremely lively with lights on day and night.
Yuwen Xuan naturally agreed and went there alone.
Miss Deng stood still and said meaningfully, "Since we are retrieving the Changming Sword, how can I not be by your side?"
Before Yuwen Xuan could speak, the housekeeper stepped forward and said, "Miss Deng is absolutely right. I will call the treasure fan over right away. However, this matter was initiated by Miss Deng. If you..."
Miss Deng raised her head and said, "Of course I will go."
After Baoshan was called, he waited timidly by the side with his brows lowered, waiting for instructions.
Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, adding a few bright colors compared to before, and her soft red lips seemed to be broken, so she was even very careful when speaking, for fear of being touched.
Miss Deng had a gloomy look on her face. She looked carefully at the precious fan and could not see anything strange about it.
But Hua Qing clearly said that she saw Bao Shan holding Yu Wenxuan's clothes and looking absent-minded.
Miss Deng felt as if a thorn was stuck in her heart. The Changming Sword remained in the palace, and she, the maid who served the sword, should have found another place to go. Miss Deng had looked for the housekeeper several times, but the housekeeper kept postponing it and refused to let the precious fan return to her or return to the Rose Garden.
Miss Deng had to call Baoshan along this time on purpose, in order to make Baoshan realize his own identity and not think about anything against the rules.
The Jinyu Pavilion was indeed magnificent. The Changming Sword was placed on the top floor. Yuwen Xuan needed to climb seven steps to retrieve the Changming Sword.
When Baoshan was about to enter the door, his legs swayed slightly and were held down by a strong hand.
"Your Majesty..."
She spoke softly, meeting obsidian eyes.
Yuwen Xuan gently stroked her waist, making that soft spot hot.
"Be careful."
Bao Shan nodded timidly, and looked at Yu Wenxuan's figure walking further and further away, with a look of disappointment on her face.
When she reached the third step, Bao Shan stroked her chest lightly, her breathing becoming unsteady. She stayed where she was to rest, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed that all floors were filled with guests. Having heard that the food at the Jinyu Pavilion was top-notch, Bao Shan couldn't help but pay more attention to it.
She seemed to look at the food on each table casually, and after seeing it clearly, her heart skipped a beat.
Although they were in the Jinyu Pavilion, the table was filled with tea, snacks, and occasionally a variety of meals. However, nothing was touched. The two sat facing each other, drinking tea without touching their bowls and chopsticks.
Bao Shan became more and more frightened, but did not dare to speed up, so he could only walk slowly upwards, wanting to tell Yuwen Xuan everything.
But when Baoshan caught up with Yuwen Xuan, he saw that his eyes were determined.
Although he came to get the Changming Sword, he did not look anxious at all, and his eyes did not even wander around the room.
Bao Shan felt a little relieved, realizing that Yuwen Xuan wasn't completely unaware of the Jinyu Pavilion's strangeness. He might even have known about it long ago and taken advantage of it to retrieve the Changming Sword.
After a few people entered the house, the door suddenly closed. The guy who had led the way stopped being so servile and a creepy smile appeared on his slightly stiff face.
The Jinyu Pavilion, which should have been bustling with activity, was now extremely quiet.
The sounds of conversation and clinking of cups downstairs all stopped, leaving only the sound of drawn swords.
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