Chapter 57 World Three (Eight)
Before Baoshan even opened her eyes, she felt a cold gaze lingering over her. She slowly opened her eyes, which were watery, red at the corners, and barely dangling a tear.
Her voice was still hoarse. Seeing the coldness in Xiao Yujing's eyes, she trembled and timidly called out, "Xiao Lang..."
A soft voice melted the chill between the two of them, and the surroundings were filled with spring-like warmth.
Xiao Yujing lowered his head, his gaze falling on Baoshan's slender, bony collarbone. His eyes froze, and he quickly shifted his gaze to rest on that delicate, porcelain-white face. Xiao Yujing had already recognized Baoshan's identity. She had secured Wang's permission to enter the hot springs, and had gone to great lengths to disorient him and climb onto his bed. He readily concluded that the delicate woman before him was undoubtedly one of Wang's ilk.
Xiao Yujing was suspicious and had begun to wonder whether the incident in the hot spring pool that day was intentional on the part of Baoshan.
Bao Shan had already lowered her head shyly: "I am a skinny horse from Yangzhou that the mistress bought. I am——"
She seemed to find it difficult to speak, and bit her lower lip lightly, making the soft lips that had been tasted so carefully last night and had already been bitten through look even more pitiful.
"I'm here to serve my husband."
A light laugh came from above my head, like a mockery.
Baoshan's face turned pale instantly and his body began to tremble slightly.
However, Xiao Yujing did not know how to be gentle and considerate to women. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he had a faint smile on his face. No matter who saw him, they would praise him as a gentleman as upright as jade. But there was a coldness in this smile, and the next harsh words came out immediately after.
"You're always good at playing tricks. Last time you went into the hot springs, and this time you're even on the bed?"
His tone was steady, neither impatient nor anxious, and there was no anger at all, but after hearing it, people felt their whole body tremble.
Bao Shan fought back the tears in her eyes, sat up straight and looked at Xiao Yujing. Her barely enduring appearance made her look even more pitiful and adorable, but Bao Shan was completely unaware of it. She said softly, "It's all my fault."
After saying this, Baoshan lowered her head, revealing only a section of her white and soft neck.
If Baoshan refuted loudly, cried and claimed that Xiao Yujing had wronged her, or showed off her scheming to please the person in front of her, Xiao Yujing would speak coldly to her and would not show any mercy even if the beauty shed tears.
But Baoshan is weak in character. When treated coldly by others, he only knows how to admit his mistakes, which makes Xiao Yujing feel difficult.
There were clear teeth marks on her neck, which were the work of Xiao Yujing. It was not known whether Baoshan did it intentionally or unintentionally, but the teeth marks were facing Xiao Yujing, and were extremely conspicuous on her white jade-like skin.
Xiao Yujing recalled his "revenge" on the little mermaid last night, which left marks on her body. He had always been cold-hearted, and seeing this scene, he could not say anything hurtful.
Xiao Yujing thought about it carefully and wondered how Baoshan, with such a stupid and weak personality, could have come up with the idea of an accidental encounter in the hot spring pool.
Besides, that day, he had acted on impulse; not even Wang Shi knew about it, let alone Bao Shan, a newcomer. As for the lovemaking in bed… Xiao Yujing's brows furrowed. Although his mind was hazy, he could still make out the warmth and softness of the woman in his arms, the soft moans beside his ears. He didn't want to stop. Bao Shan, nestled in his arms, her voice softening, kissed the corners of his eyes and lips in a flattering manner. He didn't want to stop there.
To completely shift the blame of the two people's embrace and sweet dreams in the spring chamber to a weak woman is truly the act of a mean person.
Xiao Yujing does not claim to be a gentleman, but he is even more ashamed of being a villain.
He frowned, tears welling up in his eyes, looking weak, waiting for Baoshan to be punished. He lifted the quilt and got up from the bed.
Xiao Yujing was completely naked. He had put on his underwear, with his back facing the treasure fan, his waist and shoulders broad.
Baoshan's ears had already turned red. She was trying hard to endure the weakness in her legs, and her round, pink fingertips slid across Xiao Yujing's waist.
The body beneath his fingertips stiffened.
Xiao Yujing turned around and clasped the precious fan around Ningxue's white wrist.
Baoshan's face, facing Xiao Yujing's waist and abdomen, was like a towering mountain with undulating ravines, and there was a dark curve that sank into the abyss.
Baoshan's cheeks flushed, and Xiao Yujing picked up the robe beside him and put it on.
Xiao Yujing said coldly: "What do you want?"
A quiet and spacious house? Or more practical gold and silver?
Xiao and Jing can give it.
In this dynasty, the path to officialdom through the imperial examinations has never been just about studying hard and piercing one's legs with a needle.
Paper, Duan inkstone, and slightly better ink all require money.
Xiao Yujing did not think that the copper coins were rotten, nor did he think that doing business was low-class.
He came from a poor family, won the first place in the imperial examination, and also accumulated several shops.
If Baoshan wanted gold and silver, Xiao Yujing would not be short of money.
But Bao Shan seemed to have misunderstood Xiao Yujing's intentions, thinking he was trying to drive her away. She became even more bewildered, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she said softly, "I only want to be with my lover."
Xiao Yujing frowned and looked at her, as if he was watching a captive bird, a bird that had been kept in a cage since childhood, accustomed to being obedient. One day, even if the cage was opened, the bird would only clasp its wings tightly and dare not fly out.
Baoshan is a bird that is accustomed to being kept in captivity.
Baoshan tightened his grip, feeling extremely uneasy, until he heard Xiao Yujing's voice, he felt a little relieved.
"As you wish."
When Xiao Yujing opened the door, he was face to face with a panicked servant.
The servant had a flattering smile on his face, but before he could say anything, he heard Xiao Yujing say, "Go and accept your punishment yourself."
The servant's face turned pale and he replied "Okay". After Xiao Yujing left, the servant came to his senses: Xiao Yujing just told him to go and accept the punishment, but what about the young lady in the room? Xiao Langjun didn't say what to do with her.
A soft voice came from inside the room. The servant felt his body weaken at the mere sound. He didn't even dare to raise his head, but lowered it and asked, "What do you want, young lady?"
Bao Shan was a little embarrassed. "Could you please send someone to get me some clothes? The one I wore yesterday is torn and can't be worn anymore."
Not only was it torn, but there were also such messy marks on the clothes. How could he dare to wear the precious fan again?
When the servant heard this, his face turned red in an instant. Just by listening to Baoshan's few words, he could guess that the scenery last night was extremely beautiful. He left in a hurry to call the maid. Along the way, his thoughts gradually calmed down. He thought to himself: This young lady has a charming figure and a voice like an oriole. She sleeps on the same bed with Xiao Yujing. For a moment, he didn't know who to envy.
Baoshan put on her new dress, but she didn't even dare to tie the belt around her waist tightly, for fear of touching the mottled red marks on her waist.
The maid bent down to clean up the mess on the ground, and with a red face, she asked Bao Shan: "Young lady, this dress is missing a belt."
Bao Shan's eyes flickered slightly, and he said softly, "Maybe it fell into a corner somewhere. It's not a big deal."
The maid then took the other clothes out of the house.
Wang sat upright in the upper seat, listening to the servant telling her about yesterday's absurd events. The maids beside her were aroused and secretly eager to do something, feeling regretful: why didn't they replace Baoshan and enjoy Xiao Langjun's love? Wang didn't even frown, and when she saw the servant's staggering posture, she knew that he had been punished.
Not only the servant, but also the maids who were involved yesterday, including Liu Fang who delivered the message, were punished.
If you dare to plot against your master, it would not be an exaggeration to sell you out.
In the end, Wang had to sacrifice her face and save Liu Fang and the servant, but she could not spare them from being beaten with dozens of sticks.
Among the crowd, there was only one person who was not punished, and that was Baoshan.
Baoshan walked into the house and bowed to Wang with a bent waist.
Wang saw that the belt around her waist was loose, and with every step she took, she looked like a colorful butterfly dancing.
After Baoshan sat down, the maid beside her immediately brought her a bowl of hot soup. All the ingredients had been skimmed off, so it was impossible to tell what the soup was made of.
Wang did not explain what the fan was for, but just said that the precious fan had done good things, and that she was tired and exhausted, so she wanted to have a bowl of soup first.
Baoshan picked up the porcelain bowl, lowered his eyes, took a sip, and tasted a strange taste.
Judging from the taste alone, I'm afraid some people would believe that the soup contains herbs that are harmful to the body.
What's more, the precious fan has no name or status. It is just a skinny horse bought by Wang to consolidate her status.
Although Wang had told Baoshan yesterday to gain favor.
But people's hearts are fickle. Maybe he would become jealous and malicious today and want to take the life of the woman in front of him with a bowl of soup.
But Baoshan didn't suspect anything, as if the sip of soup just now was just to test the temperature.
She gently raised her slender white neck and drank all the soup.
Wang's face was calm and composed, and she finally showed some satisfaction.
“It has been added with nourishing herbs. It tastes weird, but it’s very nourishing.
You look too frail, you need to be well cared for so you can have children."
Bao Shan said obediently, "I don't understand these things. I'm sorry to bother you."
Wang didn't ask about the details of yesterday. Even if she did, Baoshan would be too shy to say it.
She only carefully reminded Baoshan to take good care of herself.
The precious fan should naturally be it.
Wang looked at the snowy branches behind the treasured fan, her eyes slightly shifting. "Do you find it boring that my husband is not often at home?"
Baoshan naturally didn't think Wang was just chatting casually. She deliberately put on a cold face and asked the maid to bring her soup, testing whether Baoshan would look down on her because of her closeness to Xiao Yujing.
Wang's suspicion was due not only to her family's upbringing, but probably to that concubine's daughter.
Wang wanted to use the treasured fan to consolidate her own position, but she was also afraid that her daughter would become arrogant like the concubine's daughter, so she often couldn't help but test her.
At this moment, she asked Baoshan if she was bored, probably because of the matter of playing the pipa, which was spread by Xuezhi.
Wang then asked deliberately to test whether Baoshan could answer truthfully.
The precious fan's crow eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow on the white jade-like cheek.
"When I was in Yangzhou, I learned to play the pipa. Whenever my mind was restless, I would play a tune."
If he lied at this moment, saying he wasn't bored because he couldn't see Xiao Yujing alone, and deliberately flattering Wang, his affectation would only annoy people. If he was frank and straightforward, saying he was bored and uninteresting, it would only lead to contempt. Since you have the honor of entering such a large mansion, you should be grateful for it. If you still find it boring, it will inevitably make people criticize you: your ambition is as high as the sky, but your life is as fragile as paper.
Therefore, Baoshan did not say whether it was boring or not, but only picked out what Wang wanted to hear.
She had learned to play the pipa and could sing and talk music, but she couldn't tell whether her mind was thinking about the emptiness of the house and whether it was boring.
Wang gave Baoshan a few more instructions and let her go.
Walking to the corridor, Baoshan saw lush trees shading the blue brick and stone bridge. Under the bridge was a clear lake with no fish or shrimps playing. Looking around, the surrounding vegetation was lush.
Only the lake was exceptionally deserted, with no lotuses planted and no aquatic plants maintained.
Baoshan whispered, "That lake looks very deep."
It is clearly as clear as a bronze mirror, and the light can reflect people, but you can't see the bottom at a glance.
If it is a shallow stream, you can probably see the pebbles at the bottom of the water at a glance.
The maid replied, "My lady, you are right. The lake looks clear, but it is several feet deep. Once, someone accidentally fell into the lake, and they sent a few strong young servants with hemp ropes tied around their waists to go into the water and rescue the person. They were able to pull him out."
The maidservant did not forget to remind Bao Shan: "Young lady, please stay away from the lake. With your frail body, you might not even make a splash if you fall into the lake."
Baoshan seemed to be lost in thought, and then asked, "This lake is bare, why not plant some flowers and plants to add some life to it?"
Her eyes flickered slightly, like a very curious young lady.
The maidservant had no suspicion of his intentions. Knowing that Bao Shan and Xiao Yujing were somewhat close, she deliberately flattered her and sighed softly, "My dear, he doesn't like water. Even this lake was built reluctantly out of helplessness."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
