Chapter 67 World Three (XVIII)
The song played by Baoshan was a pipa piece adapted from a poem of boudoir resentment. The clear and ethereal sound was filled with lingering affection. The girl sat alone in a high building, and placed all her longing and worry for her lover in the slowly flowing stream outside the window.
The music conveys her feelings. Bao Shan plucks the strings of the zither with her bare hands, singing softly. Her voice is soft and tender, and her heart is moved by the boudoir lyrics. There is a hint of grievance in Bao Shan's voice. It also makes her porcelain-white face look even more pitiful, making people feel pity and love.
The song ended, and the precious fan ceased its chanting, its hand continuing to play the final melody, lingering and long. She gently raised her eyes, clear as spring water, shimmering with a shimmering light. How could one not feel a surge of emotion when being gazed upon by such beautiful eyes?
A thread of warmth seemed to entwine between the precious fan and Xiao Yujing, tugging at their heartstrings. The pavilion was quiet, with only the two of them facing each other. Xiao Yujing furrowed his brows and was about to speak when he heard Liu Fang's voice from the corridor beside the deep lake.
"Why is Mr. Zhao staying here? Have you not found my husband yet?"
Liu Fang saw Zhao Shu standing under the corridor, motionless like a puppet, and felt puzzled, so he stepped forward to ask.
Liu Fang shifted his gaze slightly and saw Xiao Yujing and the treasured fan under the pavilion. He became even more confused: Since Young Master Xiao was here, why didn't Zhao Shu step forward? Didn't he just say that he had something important to discuss?
Zhao Shu's expression froze slightly. He hurriedly retracted the dazed expression on his face and walked towards the pavilion.
When Baoshan discovered that there were other people around, she hugged the pipa tightly in her arms and hid behind Xiao Yujing.
Hearing that Xiao Yujing's house had the authentic works of the painting saint, Zhao Shu suggested bringing them to the house for a look.
Xiao Yujing knew that this was just an excuse of Zhao Shu. A playboy like him would never like any authentic calligraphy.
I'm just using this as an excuse to take this opportunity to come to your house.
Although Xiao Yujing didn't know what Zhao Shu was planning, he was not afraid.
Because he was worried that Zhao Shu would cause trouble for him, he refused his colleagues' request to come to his house for a gathering.
Therefore, Xiao Yujing informed the gatekeeper in advance, so Zhao Shu could easily enter the mansion. However, Xiao Yujing's brows were furrowed. He clearly remembered that the time Zhao Shu had agreed to meet him was an hour later.
Zhao Shu's original intention of coming here this time was to cause some trouble for Xiao Yujing.
Who asked Xiao Yujing to revise the books he wrote so many times? There were either typos here or inappropriate words there.
Although Xiao Yujing never said a harsh word, Zhao Shu felt that he was being criticized and felt depressed.
But when he returned home, he heard his own father repeating the same old things, asking him to take Xiao Yujing as his teacher and learn well.
Zhao Shu was originally an unruly person. He had caused a lot of trouble for his family when he was young. Although he had made some progress as an adult, he still had bad thoughts from time to time. For example, today, Zhao Shu came up with a brilliant idea -
The emperor's birthday is coming soon, and it is said that Xiao Yujing will present the emperor with the original work of the painting master.
Zhao Shu, under the pretext of appreciating paintings, replaced Xiao Yujing's real paintings with fake ones.
Xiao Yujing was a cautious person, so he must have noticed something was wrong with the painting before presenting it. But he probably couldn't remember when it started to look wrong.
When Xiao Yujing was getting extremely anxious, Zhao Shu planned to send someone to return the painting the night before Xiao Yujing went to the palace for a banquet.
Zhao Shu went through so much trouble just to see Xiao Yujing, who was usually dignified and calm, looking anxious and flustered.
Zhao Shu and Xiao Yujing agreed on a time, but Zhao Shu arrived at Xiao's house early. Naturally, he was afraid that Xiao Yujing would change his mind at the last minute and secretly hide the painting. Then, Zhao Shu's plan would not be able to be implemented.
But at this moment, Zhao Shu was especially glad that he had arrived early so that he could see the scene of such a beautiful woman playing the pipa. The soft lyrics just now were the most wonderful music Zhao Shu had ever heard in his life, like fluffy and soft honey, crispy and numb, making people intoxicated.
Zhao Shu then vaguely remembered what Xiao Yujing had once said. He said he had heard more beautiful pipa sounds.
This is true, I am not deceiving you.
Seeing Zhao Shu's confused eyes, as if he was lost in thought, Xiao Yujing's eyebrows turned cold: "Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Shu finally came to his senses and used the excuse he had prepared long ago to explain why he arrived early.
He was speaking to Xiao Yujing, but his mind was completely distracted by the treasured fan. His eyes were fixed on the figure hiding behind Xiao Yujing, with only a piece of snow-white cloth visible.
"Is this Madam Luo?"
Xiao Yujing frowned, not knowing why Zhao Shu would make such a ridiculous guess. He denied it coldly, "No."
Hearing this, Zhao Shu felt relieved. As far as he knew, the woman was involved with Xiao Yujing.
Apart from Wang, there was the beloved concubine.
They were too far away to see Baoshan's face clearly, but just by looking at her slender waist and graceful figure playing the pipa, Zhao Shu guessed that she was definitely not Wang, who treated Xiao Yujing with respect.
Hearing Xiao Yujing's denial, Zhao Shu felt slightly happy.
Since she is not Madam Luo, she probably has nothing to do with Xiao Yujing. I think the beauty must be ownerless.
Zhao Shu was about to ask more, but Bao Shan, hiding behind Xiao Yujing, whispered, "Since you have a distinguished guest here, I will go back first."
A delicate figure walked out slowly, and Zhao Shu finally saw Baoshan's face clearly. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her head was lowered, and there were bright peach blossoms on her cheeks, which added a delicate and lively look to her snow-like skin.
Her black hair fell softly and obediently on Baoshan's chest like a waterfall, and her delicate hands tightly held the pipa in her arms.
It is delicate and soft, and its body is like a cattail or willow, as if it can be easily bent by a breeze.
Zhao Shu's chest felt like it was pounding. Bao Shan's black hair was dotted with tiny azure gems, but the pearly light could not compare to the clear eyes in the slightest.
But Baoshan never gave Zhao Shu any glances from beginning to end. She looked at Xiao Yujing tenderly, and after saying goodbye to Xiao Yujing, she lowered her eyes and bowed gently to greet Zhao Shu.
Zhao Shu's eyes were burning, and he had a thousand words he wanted to say.
But when the words came to his lips, they turned into sweat on his forehead and he couldn't say a word.
In Xiao Yujing's eyes, Zhao Shu's appearance was like a hard thorn, piercing his heart directly and causing a slight pain.
As both are men, how could Xiao Yujing not see the deep meaning in Zhao Shu's eyes.
His eyes were dull and blank, his lips were moving, and he looked drunk - he was coveting the precious fan.
Xiao Yujing's expression was stern, like frost and snow in June, extremely cold. He called Baoshan who wanted to leave, and while Baoshan looked at him blankly, he put his arms around her waist.
The distance between them suddenly tightened. Bao Shan's body stiffened slightly, and she looked up at Xiao Yujing with a red face and a weak voice: "Xiao Lang..."
The waist under his hand was slender and soft, like a willow leaf that had just sprouted in early spring, extremely soft and flexible.
Zhao Shu, who was standing next to him, turned pale with shock at the sudden change. After a moment, he came to his senses, clenched his fists, and silently recited the Heart Purification Sutra in his heart to barely calm his restless heartbeat, forcing himself to endure it.
Otherwise, the next moment, he would rush forward, tear off the hand stuck on the waist of the treasure fan, and replace the person who was half-holding the treasure fan with himself.
Zhao Shu was still hesitant in his heart: since the beauty was not Madam Luo, how could she be involved with Xiao Yujing.
Could it be that Xiao Yujing appears to be well-dressed, but is actually a fake gentleman obsessed with beauty?
Xiao Yujing saw everything about Zhao Shu's expression and actions, including Zhao Shu's forced endurance.
Because he clenched his fists too tightly, veins on his fists were bulging.
Xiao Yujing tightened his hands on Baoshan's waist, leaned over slightly, and his lips almost touched Baoshan's earlobe.
The warm breath sprayed all over Baoshan's ears. Her cheeks were covered with red clouds and she wanted to turn her head away.
But the burning touch on her waist tightly clamped her body, making her unable to move, let alone escape.
Xiao Yujing's voice was like the autumn wind, clear and with a hint of coolness.
Such a beautiful and bright voice came out of his mouth in such a disgusting way.
He asked in a deep voice, "Does it still hurt?"
Bao Shan hadn't recovered yet, his eyes were hazy: "What?"
A soft laugh seemed to come from my ears, like a trickle of water, slowly flowing through my body, making my legs weak and almost unable to stand.
But the hand on the waist was used to stabilize Baoshan's body.
When Baoshan came to his senses, Xiao Yujing was his usual modest gentleman again. He thought he must have heard it wrong and that the chuckle was indeed an illusion.
Xiao Yujing's voice sank slightly: "Of course it's there, but you still can't stand steadily?"
Baoshan's face flushed with shame, and when she turned her eyes slightly, she saw Zhao Shu standing next to her. She was shocked: The guests are still here, how can Xiao Yujing be... so bold?
But Baoshan had long been accustomed to obeying Xiao Yujing. Even though she looked shy, she suppressed her inner shyness and said softly, "I used the medicine the doctor gave me, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
Xiao Yujing said in a natural tone: "Please prepare more quilts tonight."
Seeing Bao Shan's clear eyes, as if she hadn't realized what he meant, Xiao Yujing explained it more clearly: "Sexual pleasures are just like studying for the imperial examinations. If you want to have children soon, you need to be diligent and not slack off."
Bao Shan's jade-like neck instantly turned crimson, and she said softly, "Yes, I understand."
After escaping from Xiao Yujing's control, Baoshan hurriedly left the pavilion in panic.
Zhao Shu's palms were already soaked with sweat, his eyes were red, and he wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Xiao Yujing's cold voice.
"Aren't you going to admire the paintings?"
Zhao Shu felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured all over his body, and he felt a bone-chilling cold all over.
He said in a muffled voice, "Yes. I came here specifically to see the authentic works of the painting master. I can't miss the important matter."
These words seemed to be spoken to Xiao Yujing, but also seemed to be a reminder to himself.
Zhao Shu only hastily viewed the authentic works of the painting master, and did not even remember whether they depicted flowers, birds, fish, insects, or mountains, rivers, and lakes.
Zhao Shu walked out of the Xiao Mansion dejectedly, leaving the fake painting in his wide sleeves back where it was.
Zhao Shu's mind was occupied by other things, and he completely forgot about the trouble he had caused to Xiao and Jing.
Provoking Xiao Yujing is not as important as seeing the beauty again.
As for the relationship between Xiao Yujing and Baoshan, it still needs to be investigated further.
Zhao Shu felt worried, and his steps became more determined than before.
It was getting late and the dew was heavy. Baoshan took off her dress, changed into pajamas, and sat obediently on the bed.
Her fingers gently plucked the scarlet tassels on the gauze curtain. Her face was shy and timid, but her heart was extremely calm.
Although I don’t know which family the man who came to the house today comes from, or what his relationship with Xiao Yujing is.
But the timing of this person's arrival was clever, and he looked very much like those silly noble children that Bao Shan had seen in Yangzhou City. These people were the easiest to coax, and with a few tricks, they could be obsessed with him.
Bao Shan didn't care about the man's identity. She only knew that any man, faced with a woman so close to his skin and being noticed and cared for by someone else, would be filled with rage and possessiveness. This had nothing to do with love; it was probably just human nature.
The door was pushed open and Xiao Yujing walked in.
His brows were cold and there was no trace of anxiety on his face. Bao Shan looked at his elegant and handsome face, and secretly compared them in her heart. But in a moment, she came to the conclusion: she still liked Xiao Yujing on the bed more. She was confused and infatuated with him, and even her extremely cold eyebrows were controlled by Gu Qiannian. Her eyes were no longer clear, and she only knew how to make love and be in perfect harmony.
Xiao Yujing stopped in front of the bed and sat next to the precious fan.
When Baoshan's hand touched Xiao Yujing's chest through her inner clothes, the corners of her slightly upturned eyes were tinged with a hint of beauty.
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