Chapter 30 Reading those kinds of miscellaneous books with Li and Li
After the Qin family was unsealed, Qin Song asked her father about her doubts regarding the imperial edict, but Qin Daoji did not give her a clear answer.
"Alright, let's go back now. Tonight, we'll escort the Crown Prince and his companion out of the city. Starting tomorrow, you'll attend the private school diligently. One day, you'll understand the whole truth."
Qin Daoji seemed to say this puzzling phrase often, but no matter how much Qin Song pressed him for an explanation, he would not.
She could only return to the backyard dejectedly to greet the few guests who were hiding in her yard.
The people in the Qin mansion courtyard already knew what had happened in the front yard; the Imperial Guards had withdrawn, and they no longer needed to hide.
The Crown Prince and Yun Qian were still ill and stayed in their room, not daring to come out and catch a cold. Gong Shuling sat in the courtyard basking in the sun, completely relaxed, showing no hurry to go home.
When Qin Song returned, she merely glanced up at him, not mentioning a word about what she had just witnessed, and then glanced into the room, saying, "My cousin is in his room."
After saying that, she closed her eyes again and continued to bask in the sun, like an old lady enjoying her retirement.
Qin Song didn't disturb her and stepped into the house.
Li Yu was hunched over her small desk, engrossed in writing something.
She tiptoed over and discovered that he was re-annotating her copy of the Analects.
"Lord Qin has set up a private school for you. School life isn't easy. I've made some annotations on these books, which might be useful to you." Li Yu noticed Qin Song coming in, paused for a moment, suppressed her excitement, and hurriedly finished the annotations on the last page.
"Beautiful." Qin Song stood beside him, her hands resting on the edge of the table, smiling broadly.
Li Yu looked up and almost couldn't look away.
He quickly looked away and replied briefly, "I've practiced."
He said he had practiced his calligraphy.
Qin Song smiled and said, "I meant your hand."
Long, slender fingers, fair and delicate, with a steady wrist.
The fingers that had been pricked by the needle had not fully recovered, and the fingertips pressing down on the pen were not using their full strength. With each writing motion, the veins bulged and flared, sparking the imagination.
Li Yu's pen-holding posture suddenly stiffened; it was that same hand again!
A surge of emotion welled up within him, and the sensation of those cool lips landing on his fingertips became suddenly clear.
Seeing his stunned expression, Qin Song suddenly had a wicked idea. She pulled out the miscellaneous book from the bottom of the stack of books on the corner of the table.
"Of course, your handwriting is beautiful too."
She opened a page of the miscellaneous books and replaced the Analects in front of him. "I don't understand this book either. Please enlighten me, young master."
Li Yu looked down and froze instantly.
When the inner pages are unfolded, the image shows a man and woman with their clothes slightly open, blatantly embracing each other, and the small print at the bottom is even more arousing.
Li Yu glanced at it, immediately closed the book, and stood up abruptly, as if he were holding a hot potato.
"Where did this absurd book come from? Don't let it pollute your eyes."
I got up too quickly and knocked a calligraphy brush off the table; the sound of the brush rolling down still echoed in the empty room.
Qin Song remained completely at ease: "Young Master, have you forgotten? This was a gift from you."
That day at Taixu Temple, he came in the rain, saying he was there to cheer her up.
Li Yu almost choked on his breath. He had left in a hurry that day, but he kept thinking about bringing her a gift.
Ah Zhao was annoyed that he had given people the Four Books and Five Classics, saying that women preferred lighthearted essays. So he went to the study, picked out a few miscellaneous books, and went up the mountain. Who knew... they would be such miscellaneous books.
Li Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, her face turned as red as a branding iron, and she didn't know where to look.
Qin Song stubbornly flipped open the book again, "Young Master, you don't want to teach me?"
She kept calling him "Young Master" all day, which made him feel inexplicably lost.
He stood frozen for a long time, then suddenly remembered what she had said: "I want to be intimate with him and try all sorts of things."
He suddenly found courage, slowly sat down, lowered his head to carefully examine the image, and then deliberately read the following text aloud:
"In the warmth of the spring boudoir, he loosened his belt, took off his outer garment, and held her on his lap, gently rubbing her thin shirt."
Her dress bunched up at her waist, easily pushed away. "My lady, do you like it like this?"
The red candles flickered, and she murmured aloud; he couldn't control himself either…
Qin Song had read the book, and its contents were like a child's book to her.
But when Li Yu read it aloud so seriously, it was even more captivating than when she secretly read it.
Li Yu restrained her trembling voice as she finished reading those few lines of small words, her earlobes turning bright red, but she pretended to look up naturally: "What do you not understand, Song Niang?"
He actually changed how he addressed me, and although his eyes were burning with desire, he maintained a serious demeanor, as if he really intended to give me some pointers.
But the more serious he was, the more she wanted to tease him.
What does it mean to be unable to control oneself?
Her voice was clear, but he caught the mischievous smile at the corner of her mouth and the playfulness in her eyes, which made him even more convinced that this was one of the ways she was talking about.
In the past two days, the only games he had thought of were holding hands and hugging; he never imagined that she wanted such an inappropriate game.
He hesitated, a wild beast of impulse roaring within him.
The desk in front of him was Qin Song's desk, which was already cramped for Li Yu. There was also a wooden beam underneath. At first, his legs were just level with the beam, but now the beam was hurting him.
The fragrance of winter plum blossoms wafted in, mingling with the faint scent of osmanthus emanating from the person beside him. As if bewitched, Li Yu, disregarding her disheveled appearance being discovered, slowly turned around, leaned against the desk, and pulled Qin Song into her arms.
Qin Song sat on his lap with his back pressed against his burning chest. Apart from their clothes and expressions, their posture was exactly the same as in the book.
He held her tightly, burying his face in the back of her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
“Songniang…I’m sorry, Songniang…”
A muffled voice sounded behind Qin Song's ear, and he was startled to realize that something was pressing against Yue's back, with very clear outlines.
She experienced it.
Just like now, that time when Gong Shuling was separated by only one wall...
"Wait, Miss Qin has something to attend to. She'll go later," Gong Shuling's voice rang out in the courtyard.
Qin Song was startled awake by Gong Shuling's voice. The person behind her seemed to be waking up from a dream. He suddenly released her from his arms, and his burning hot hands helped her stand up. Then he turned around, turned his back to her, and quietly took a deep breath to dispel the heat.
Outside, the maid sent by Steward Zhao rushed over, but was stopped by Gong Shuling, who was sunbathing in the courtyard.
The maid glanced around Qin Song's bedroom and anxiously asked Gong Shuling, "Miss Gong, the Duchess of Anguo has come to take the young master back. If I can't find him, the Duchess of Anguo will storm into the backyard. Does Miss Gong know where the young master is?"
Gong Shuling closed the book, pretended to think for a moment, and said, "I think I went to the waterside pavilion in the east wing just now. Why don't you go and take a look over there?"
The maidservant curtsied and quickly went in the direction Gong Shuling had pointed.
Gong Shuling, who was relaxing on vacation, perked up and was about to approach the two to remind them when Qin Song went out the door first.
"I'll go to the front yard first. Miss Gong, please take care." Qin Song had already anticipated what was to come. Although he didn't know why the Duchess of Anguo had suddenly come to the door, Li Yu certainly couldn't stay at the Qin residence any longer.
Furthermore, he cannot be taken away by the Duchess of Anguo openly, otherwise Lu Youchuan's proof that there was nothing wrong with the Qin family will be the subject of gossip again.
Therefore, she had to go to the front yard to anger the Duchess of Anguo, while Li Yu followed Gong Shuling in her carriage and secretly left through the back yard.
Not long after Qin Song left, Li Yu finally came out, carrying a book in her hand.
"What book is this?" Gong Shuling had loved reading since she was a child, and when she saw Li Yu holding a book, her first reaction was to take it and take a look.
Li Yu's cheeks flushed, and he put the book into his sleeve pocket, coughing awkwardly. "Personal miscellaneous books. Time is of the essence, let's leave first."
The carriage from the Gong family drove out of the backyard, but before it even left the alley, it was blocked by someone.
"Young Master, what a coincidence."
Tao Qingyang's voice rang out from outside the carriage. Gong Shuling was startled and unconsciously looked at Li Yu, who was riding in the same carriage.
Li Yu lifted the curtain and looked around. There was no one else in the alley except Tao Qingyang.
He lowered the curtain, left behind the words "You go first," and calmly got out of the car and left.
Gong Shuling dared not linger, much less provoke Tao Qingyang.
She could clearly see that Tao Qingyang had waited for Li Yu here on purpose, and the timing was so precise. It seemed that he had invited the Duchess of Anguo to the Qin residence in order to drive Li Yu out of the Qin residence.
Judging from her intuition, it must have been done for Miss Qin. She sighed silently, thinking that the gossip among the group of people at the palace banquet that day was still too conservative.
Lei Heyang is nothing but a dog; there are three wolves truly surrounding Miss Qin.
Gong Shuling herself was barely able to protect herself, and after returning to the mansion, she would be scolded and even beaten by her father, so she decided not to meddle in other people's affairs.
She instructed Uncle Lin to drive away.
As soon as the carriage started moving, she could clearly hear the sounds of fighting behind her. It was a bare-knuckle fight between men, with every punch landing hard. Gong Shuling felt pain just listening to it and didn't dare to open the window to take another look...
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As the year draws to a close, the further north you go, the colder the wind becomes, and at night, the cold makes your teeth chatter.
The refugees, led north by the soldiers, traveled for a day and were then put to spend the night in a dilapidated temple.
A fire was burning in the middle of the room, and the stinking refugees, regardless of age or gender, huddled together. The soldiers gave them a little food each day, but it was far from enough to fill their stomachs, and they suffered from hunger and cold at night.
Many people seemed to have caught a cold, and were coughing the whole way.
"Sister, I'm hungry." A little boy in the front row, near the fire, leaned against a young girl, clutching his stomach and raising his thin, gaunt face, seeking her protection.
The girl's stomach was also rumbling. She looked down into the little boy's innocent eyes, pitifully wiped the dust from the corner of his mouth, and silently pulled him into her arms, holding him tightly. "Just bear with it a little longer, there will be food tomorrow morning."
The escorting officers and soldiers would usually give them a bowl of porridge in the morning and a piece of bread in the evening, which was the group's hope for filling their stomachs every day.
"Yunqian, I'm cold." A child sitting in the corner furthest from the fire looked at the leaping flames in front of him and tugged at the sleeve of a beautiful woman who was tightly clutching her bundle and resting against a wooden pillar with her eyes closed.
Yun Qian pulled her sleeve out of his hand. "I'm cold too."
They had been away from the capital for three days, traveling every day. Her shoes were worn out, and blisters formed on her toes, making it painful to walk. She had finally managed to sit down and rest for a while, and she had no desire to waste any more energy on this delicate burden.
She moved aside slightly. "You can't call me by my name anymore. I'm six years older than you. If you want to continue walking with me, call me 'older sister'."
The little boy bit his lip and unconsciously looked at the brother and sister in the front row who were huddled together.
The Crown Prince, who had never bowed his head before, suddenly moved closer to her and said timidly, "Sister, you can lean on me."
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Author's note: To explain, although Tao Qingyang has not yet realized that his obsessive possessiveness towards Qin Song is actually mixed with attraction, he has, after all, seized the status of Qin Song's fiancé, and would naturally feel that he should eliminate all the clowns surrounding Qin Song.
Subtle details of the three male leads seducing the female lead [heart emoji]:
Lu Youchuan's panting and emotional expression
Li Yu's Hand
Tao Qing looked up
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