Chapter 8 World One
"Young Marquis?"
Baoshan's clear eyes were full of doubts.
"Reject him."
Mu Nanxing's cold voice sounded. Lord Zhang was a man with a lot of thoughts in his mind. Mu Nanxing needed to send someone to find out his way of being an official.
As for the precious fan, her going to Zhang's house would only hinder their plans.
She was so stupid and weak that she would be manipulated and controlled by Zhang if she went to his house.
She was his maid, helping him dress and change clothes for several days. If this had happened to his servant, facing this situation, if he took a step forward, it would have been like falling into an abyss. He would definitely have pulled him up. Even if it had been a maid, he should have treated her the same way.
But the person in front of him seemed to be shocked by these words, standing there in a daze like a piece of wood.
Mu Nanxing frowned when he didn't get an answer from Baoshan.
Could it be that she was depressed because she couldn't go to the Zhang Mansion? If that was the case, he shouldn't have tried to dissuade her today. Unfortunately, the words had already been spoken, and it was impossible to take them back, just like spilled water.
But Baoshan timidly raised her head, her watery eyes full of joy. She did not feel disappointed at not being able to go to Zhang's house, nor did she feel dissatisfied at losing her soft couch and fragrant pillow. Even her reply was filled with joy.
"Yes. I'll turn him down right away."
Bao Shan's reaction was beyond Mu Nanxing's expectations, but he had to admit that it made him feel much better.
Mr. Zhang didn't expect that in just two quarters of an hour, what was originally a sure thing would become a bubble.
But when he heard that it was Young Marquis Mu who gave the order, Lord Zhang gritted his teeth in his heart, but still looked like a kind elder.
"Since the young marquis is reluctant to let you go, you may stay. However, the young marquis is from the capital, so his temper is bound to be a bit eccentric. You must be careful and serve him well in the future.
It is normal for ordinary people to be curious about things they have never seen before.
But if you get past that fresh idea, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it.
But don't be afraid, Baoshan. There will always be a room reserved for you in your uncle Zhang's house."
Every word he said was full of concern, but he hinted that Mu Nanxing's interest in Baoshan was only temporary, and once the novelty wore off, Baoshan would probably have a hard time.
Bao Shan still looked at Lord Zhang with admiring eyes, but she thought in her heart that if Mu Nanxing was really a person who was greedy for novelty, she would be much more relaxed. On the day when the hero saved the beauty, she could use the excuse of promising herself to him and then win over Mu Nanxing's heart with her beauty.
But Mu Nanxing is not like that, that's why he went through so much trouble to get the treasure fan.
However, Lord Zhang did not know the inside story. Seeing Bao Shan's beauty and hearing Mu Nanxing's attempt to stop her, he could not help but speculate about the two of them with a worldly perspective.
"Baoshan remembers."
Feng Hui couldn't understand the subtle meaning in their words, nor did he understand why the discussion about whether the treasure fan should stay or go had also brought up the topic of whether it was fresh or not.
But he finally understood one thing, that is, Mu Nanxing had said that Baoshan did not have to go with Lord Zhang.
"Ahem, Master Zhang, it's getting late. You should go back and have dinner."
Hearing these words of expulsion, Lord Zhang's face froze, and he almost wanted to walk away in anger. But in the end, he smiled and left with his men. But as soon as he crossed the threshold of the post station, the morning sun on his face was replaced by a biting cold wind.
Feng Hui looked at Bao Shan with a much better expression than when he learned that she was leaving.
"The young marquis has finally softened his heart. I was worried..."
"What are you worried about?"
Baoshan asked him with a smile.
Feng Hui quickly took a sip of water and shook his head to indicate that it was nothing.
Feng Hui felt a vague worry that she would leave, and even more worried that Mu Nanxing would not stop her.
If Mu Nanxing didn't speak up this time, Baoshan would really be gone.
Inside Zhang's mansion, there was complete silence, and dark clouds hovered over the entire mansion.
All the servants in the mansion lowered their heads and hurried to finish their tasks, even whispering into each other's ears when they spoke.
The reason was simple: Lord Zhang's expression was visibly terrible.
The servants were very cautious, fearing that if something went wrong, their master would find a reason to catch them and vent his anger on them.
Zhang Shang was making a fuss about leaving the house, but his attendants tried to persuade him again and again, saying that Master Zhang was in a bad mood today and that they should wait until he felt better before leaving the house.
Zhang Shang had been spoiled all his life, so he was not willing to listen to the advice of his followers.
In his eyes, Lord Zhang often lost his temper, but never did he get in the way of him leaving the house.
This follower must have been cunning and made up an excuse to fool him.
"Okay, okay! If you won't let me leave the house, I'll go find my father myself! Let's see if he agrees and whether you'll let me out!"
He injured his right hand, but his legs were still intact and he walked very briskly.
The follower who was kicked twice in the chest could not catch up with him even though he was half walking and half running.
As they were getting closer and closer to Lord Zhang's courtyard, the followers secretly thought that something was wrong.
He suddenly felt like the sky was falling and was about to fall on him alone.
Zhang Shang walked quickly and soon left his followers behind, and they could no longer catch up with him.
As he passed the corner, he heard two servants whispering to each other, saying things like "young master", "the master is embarrassed", and "the post station will pick someone up".
Zhang Shang stopped and listened carefully.
"Your Excellency has never been rejected like this before. He went to pick someone up in person and was rejected.
She is just an orphan. It is a blessing for the Lord to take her in and raise her in his mansion, yet she is ungrateful."
"Although she is just a young woman, she has the support of the disaster relief envoy behind her."
"The disaster relief envoy refused to even accept the dancer chosen by the Lord, so why would he support an orphan girl?"
"Hehe, you don't understand this. This orphan woman is beautiful and has some seductive tricks.
How old is the disaster relief envoy from the capital? He is really a man in his prime, how can he resist the tenderness and warmth of a beautiful girl in his arms?
Even our young master was so sick with lovesickness over this little orphan girl that his right hand became disabled."
"What are you talking about? Which orphan girl? And my right hand... is disabled?"
Seeing a figure suddenly appear, it was Zhang Shang whom they were discussing. The two servants immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
If they had known they would meet Zhang Shang today, they would have kept their mouths shut and would not have dared to say such gossip.
"I...I'm just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart!"
"Yes, yes! We are talking nonsense!"
As they talked, they slapped themselves in the face without relaxing their strength at all. They used all their strength and after just a few hits, their cheeks became red and swollen.
Zhang Shang didn't care about their life or death, he just wanted to know why the two servants said that his right hand was disabled. The doctor clearly said that he only had a minor injury and would recover after recuperation.
But he thought of Mrs. Zhang's melancholy expression, the doctor's cautious advice, and his completely numb right hand.
Zhang Shang suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning and could hardly stand.
"Even if you beat yourselves to death today, you have to explain yourself clearly first!"
The two servants looked at each other and realized that they could not escape today.
"Yes, sir."
The two of them told the whole truth in detail.
Zhang Shang was horrified when he learned that his right hand was indeed disabled.
I also heard that Lord Zhang went to pick up the treasured fan in person, but was stopped by Mu Nanxing.
The scene at that time flashed through his mind, and for a moment he seemed to have figured something out.
"The disaster relief envoy is the one who hurt me."
Seeing that he spoke with such certainty, the two servants lay on the ground and refused to answer.
Zhang Shang was filled with hatred. Mu Nanxing not only humiliated his father, but also snatched the precious fan away, leaving him a cripple.
Each and every one of these must be settled thoroughly.
On the table lay a strand of silver thread, a plate of fresh flowers, each the size of a fingernail, and several small tools beside them.
First, clean your hands with clean water and twist the silver thread into a ring shape.
She bought this silver thread from a jewelry store. It was originally used by the jewelry store to make hairpin accessories, and she spent a silver ingot to buy it.
The silver thread was mixed with other things, so it was very soft to the touch. Bao Shan tied a fresh flower to the silver thread and then smoothed the edges and corners, and a pair of flower earrings was made.
Flower earrings are naturally not as good as those made of pearls and gemstones, but they are better in appearance and have a floral fragrance.
When Baoshan was young, her ears were white and extremely delicate. When she wore earrings made of gemstones, her ears would turn red.
In the end, I could only come up with the idea of making some simple earrings with silver wire and fresh flowers.
When Baoshan stood beside Mu Nanxing, she was wearing a pair of peach blossom earrings on her ears. Water droplets were still hanging on the petals of the peach blossoms, but they would not fall to the ground no matter how hard they flowed.
As the precious fan turned around, the peach blossoms were blown by the wind and swayed gently.
It was the perfect time for peach blossoms to bloom, and thanks to the precious fan, the post station was filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms.
The flowers are naturally fresh and charming, but Baoshan's beautiful eyes are all focused on Mu Nanxing. When he walks, she goes; when he stops, she stays.
When Mu Nanxing suddenly turned around, Baoshan lowered its head, and when it raised it again, its face looked rosy and full of spring.
As the saying goes, people are more beautiful than flowers.
The first time Mu Nanxing saw Bao Shan today, he noticed the peach blossom earrings on her ears.
The bunches of flowers hang down like wisteria, pink and very lovely.
Mu Nanxing originally thought that they were her newly bought earrings. From a distance, they looked like they were made of pink gemstones.
But the petals are still trembling slightly, perhaps because of the addition of gold and silver foil.
Only when Baoshan was waiting beside Mu Nanxing and he smelled the natural fragrance of flowers and plants did he realize that they were not gems, but flowers hanging on the branches.
This material can be seen everywhere, and Mu Nanxing's eyes narrowed slightly.
"It's said there's a kind of jade called 'Living Jade' that changes color with the time of day. In the morning, it's dewy, white and lustrous. At noon, it's the blazing sun, blood-red. At night, it's fireflies, as bright as sparks."
This jade is so rare that jewelers regard it as a sacred item.
Once a piece was obtained, most people would send it to the palace as a sign of loyalty.
Baoshan is showing humility.
"This jade must be a rare treasure among treasures. Unfortunately, my status is humble, so I am afraid I can't see it."
The water droplets on the peach petals were like dewdrops, slowly sliding across the soft inside of the petals. The fragrant petals gently touched the soft tips of my ears.
"No. You'll see."
Mu Nanxing has a piece of "living jade" in his hand. They will see it when they return to the capital.
The water droplets in the petals finally swept across the entire petal, slid to the tip of the ear, and then fell to the ground.
Baoshan's ear tip was touched by the sudden chill, and his heart trembled.
Her soft and gentle voice sounded.
"If there really were a piece of 'living jade,' it would be perfect for a headpiece."
To create a headpiece of this fine material, the artisans must have expended the utmost care and attention. The most exquisite designs, complemented by the natural colors of the "living jade," are forged. The vibrant colors, which shift with time, are sure to draw attention.
Mu Nanxing frowned, somewhat disagreeing with Baoshan's reply. In his mind, such material would be best made into earrings.
He didn't know much about women's jewelry, but he knew it could be worn anywhere, from the hair to the forehead. However, using "live jade" on a headpiece would be too showy. It would only make the jewelry look overwhelming and serve as a foil. He preferred making it into earrings, small and delicate.
"I don't think it's good."
Baoshan looked at him blankly.
"Young Marquis."
She called him softly.
Mu Nanxing seemed to suddenly remember something, his expression suddenly changed, and he took back all the words he was about to say.
Earrings made from "live jade" must be exquisite according to the craftsmanship of those craftsmen.
However, Li Qingyu was usually troubled by earrings, and even combed her hair into a bun that covered her ears in order to avoid wearing earrings.
What he was thinking about just now must have been disturbed by the fragrance, and he forgot about it for a moment.
If I make jewelry, it must be for Li Qingyu. What matters is what Li Qingyu wants to do at that time.
However, Li Qingyu would definitely not be willing to use "living jade" as earrings.
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