Chapter 37: Separation from Lu and Li, Little Li's kiss...
"Didn't you say you were going to stay in Yunzhou for two more days?"
Upon arriving at the outskirts of Yunzhou City, less than five miles away, Qin Song tacitly followed Lu Youchuan into the post station.
The door closed, and Lu Youchuan pulled her into his arms, wishing he could meld her into his chest and become one with her.
“I can’t wait any longer, Ah Song. I can’t wait to marry you.”
His chest heaved as he kissed the top of her head: "The trouble in Yunzhou has implicated the capital. If we return to the capital sooner to find out the whole story, we can resolve the predicament in Yunzhou as quickly as possible. Promise me you will marry me."
Lu Youchuan is usually a man of few words, often speaking in a fierce tone and rarely revealing his true thoughts. Even on the bed, he is a man of action. But tonight, he has become much more talkative.
His hand, which was around her waist, would occasionally caress her, making her feel ticklish and also making her clearly sense that he was somewhat uneasy.
Just as Qin Song was about to say something, he released her and pecked her lips again, as if afraid she would speak.
His throat bobbed, his eyes were unfathomable, and he gently pressed his forehead against hers, his fingertips softly caressing her red lips.
“I wish I could take you away right now, but I don’t want to force you. Ah Song, tell me, tell me you will wait for me.”
The warm air swept across her cheeks, and the ticklish sensation seemed to seep into her heart.
His tone was hesitant, eager to gain some kind of approval from her. Qin Song thought to herself, "Has he really already realized that her intentions are impure?"
"Don't worry, Lord Lu, I will not get married in Yunzhou."
Qin Song's body went limp just from being held in his arms. She didn't think too much and cleverly replied, closing her eyes, standing on tiptoe to support her still sore legs, and then kissed his lips.
Their lips met, but Lu Youchuan didn't immediately respond to her kiss, seemingly still pondering her answer.
But after a moment, he abandoned his doubts and worries and indulged in his intimacy with her.
A wet, slippery tongue pried open the teeth, conquering and seizing territory, filling the small inn room with an ambiguous atmosphere.
During a break in their kiss, he suddenly bit her lip gently, saying, "Don't call me Lord Lu."
His eyes reddened slightly, carrying a hint of reprimand, but he didn't hurt her at all. Qin Song felt that he was seducing her instead.
She curled her knees up and slid between his legs.
“Lu Lang”.
She easily uttered the name he wanted to hear.
But she could no longer easily escape his torment.
The breathing grew more frequent, filling the room with a tender, intimate atmosphere.
The words "Lu Lang" did not blend into the boundless night, but instead drifted into the numb mind of the young man outside the door.
Upon learning from a servant in the Ministry of Revenue that Qin Song had boarded a carriage and left the city, Li Yu didn't hesitate and, relying on her intuition, rushed to the post station immediately.
Xue Ci's private carriage was parked in the stable.
The confusion he felt along the way turned into a clear and firm conviction. He no longer remembered how he had climbed from the first floor to the second floor in a daze, or how he had approached the only inn with a light on like a walking corpse.
The sounds from inside the room echoed into his ears, and a chill ran through his limbs, as if the heavy snow in Yunzhou had never stopped, burying him completely.
But a burning desire surged within him, almost suffocating him.
...She did it willingly, and she called him "Lu Lang".
A thousand thoughts raced through his mind—impulsive, repressed, painful, and lost—but they were all ultimately trapped in that one word, "Lu Lang."
He stood rooted to the spot outside the door, listening intently to the slightest sounds inside, almost torturing himself.
I have no right to bother you, yet I don't want to leave.
A beautiful figure moved about in the room, and intimate sounds continued endlessly...
Her dress was scattered all over the ground, and Qin Songxiang's cheeks flushed pink as her lips and tongue caressed her.
He loved to squat down in front of her, bury his face in her and kiss her, their noses touching, their fingers and cheeks getting wet... making her feel like she was floating on clouds.
Having experienced intimacy before, this time it was much easier.
Lu Youchuan held her waist, his firm chest and long, strong arms glistening with a thin layer of sweat, pulling Qin Song into his embrace, their bodies intertwined.
Even as they were whispering sweet nothings to each other, a vague unease crept into his mind.
They only regretted not being able to get married immediately, fearing that something might go wrong.
However, he soon realized that he was overthinking things. She was willing to share a bed with him and they were intimately close. She had already made the greatest promise a woman could make to him.
He shouldn't ask anything more of her; he should only ask things of himself.
No matter what her father plans, he will not give up on her.
And he has to do it as soon as possible.
Resolve the crisis in Yunzhou as soon as possible.
When she returns to Beijing, he will definitely drive those cats and dogs away from her.
Those two annoying faces reappeared before his eyes, and Lu Youchuan's misty eyes became obscure.
His strength suddenly changed, catching Qin Song off guard. A series of fine spasms surged up from his lower abdomen again.
This is the third time, Qin Song couldn't remember.
The wind whistled outside, but they only had eyes for each other.
After recovering, he bent down again and started again...
Unlike last night, the bitterness of impending separation made them both even more unrestrained.
...
At first they only intended to be intimate for a short while, but they did it at the table, on the couch, and by the window.
Before they knew it, the night watchman's gong sounded again, and they went back and forth for more than an hour.
They were brought by Xue Ci's guards, and their carriage was also requisitioned from Xue Ci, so they couldn't stay out all night.
After his breathing subsided, Qin Song supported himself on his shoulder and said, "It's time to end this."
Lu Youchuan rolled over and pressed down on him again, "One last time."
...
Lu Youchuan called for water, but there wasn't enough time, so Qin Song could only take a quick shower.
"It's too late, let's clean it properly when we get back."
"I'll help you."
Lu Youchuan helped her get dressed, took her hair out of her clothes, knelt down again, and kissed her deeply...
Qin Song leaned back against the window, his hands bracing against the edge of the table. His back trembled uncontrollably, straightened, and leaned back, causing the windowpane to creak softly.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and Qin Song trembled all over, his eyes unfocused...
She cupped his face in her hands, pulled him up, and gently patted the water droplets from his cheek with her fingertips. "You're only making things worse. I really have to go."
Lu Youchuan's dark eyes dimmed, and after another round of kisses, he reluctantly saw her off.
As Qin Song stepped out of the room, he smelled a subtle odor.
The unique, cool fragrance that belongs to Li Yu.
Was it her imagination? How could Li Yu be here? Just now…
Qin Song couldn't help but turn around and glance at Lu Youchuan, who was following closely behind her.
She was quite happy to see this kind of plot, as it would be a good way to add another member to her harem. But what would happen if Li Yu and Lu Youchuan met by chance?
They seemed to have been secretly competing for a long time. After a moment's thought, Qin Song stopped.
She turned around, took Lu Youchuan's hand, and gently kissed his fingertips. "You still have a long way to go, don't see me off, I'll get off by myself."
Lu Youchuan's fingers trembled, and the flame that had just been extinguished rose again.
He took a deep breath and grasped her wrist in return. "It's alright. Your leg hasn't fully recovered yet. I'll take you downstairs and escort you back to the city."
Qin Song couldn't hide his shock. "You're going to escort me back to the city? Then why should I bother to escort you out?"
"It's getting late, I'm worried about you going back to the city alone." As Lu Youchuan spoke, he bent down to carry her downstairs.
Qin Song suddenly felt that he was very clingy, so she stopped his hand and made a bold move.
She pulled him back into the house, and in front of him, she ran her fingers under her skirt, bent over her legs, and then raised them again, revealing something in her hand.
She took his hand and placed the small, pure cotton item in his palm. "Wash it for me, and give it back to me next time."
Lu Youchuan held the small, off-white fabric, still warm from his body heat and damp, and was momentarily stunned.
He had touched her undergarments before, but the way she handed them to him so directly almost overwhelmed him.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Qin Song solemnly said, "Be careful on the road. See you in the capital. Brother You Chuan."
Lu Youchuan raised his eyes, and just then, the postmaster arrived to discuss the matter of preparing horses.
Upon hearing the voice, Qin Song saw Lu Youchuan in such a panic for the first time, and hurriedly stuffed the small ball of something in his hand into his sleeve.
Qin Song smiled secretly, and while the postmaster and Lu Youchuan were talking, she turned around and went downstairs.
Li Yu's presence was still there, right outside the post station.
Through the crack in the door, Qin Song caught a glimpse of the young man in a moon-white robe standing outside.
His hair was bound with a jade crown, his robes were spotless, and his shoulders and back were slender yet not frail, still exuding an air of elegance and grace. However, his arms hung down, and he stood motionless, giving people a sense of desolate loneliness.
Qin Song took a breath, pretended nothing was wrong, opened the door, and stepped outside with his slightly aching legs. "Xiao Liyu, what are you doing here?"
She even tilted her head and greeted him with a smile.
However, he did not turn around immediately. Only after Ah Zhao bowed to her from a distance did he slowly turn around.
A smile forced through her slightly reddened eyes, and her voice was a little hoarse: "I'll take you back to the city."
Qin Song could sense his unusual behavior, but he made no attempt to point it out, and Qin Song was even less inclined to expose it.
She looked away and scanned her surroundings, only seeing a carriage next to Ah Zhao, but not the horse-drawn carriage that had brought her there.
"Lord Xue is very busy, so I sent them back first. Come on, I'll take you back."
His tone was gentle, but his voice was still hoarse. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and led her toward the carriage.
Qin Song followed behind him and could see that his shoulders were trembling slightly. From the entrance of the post station to the carriage, which was less than twenty steps away, he raised his hand to his face three times.
Ah Zhao also inexplicably turned his back.
Upon reaching the carriage, Li Yu stopped, stepped back a few paces, and helped Qin Song into the carriage.
Qin Song couldn't help but glance at his face; she liked this face very much too.
The gentle face of Qingfeng Mingyue seemed to have stopped smiling, as if a great pain was hidden in his chest that he could not express, and he looked as if he could be easily crushed.
Qin Song still remembers the day he was pricked by a long needle; despite the pain, he still smiled with great emotion.
But now...
Qin Song felt depressed and couldn't laugh anymore.
She stepped into the carriage, but there were no footstools. Qin Song lifted her leg a little too much, and the soreness in her thigh muscles returned.
She couldn't help but hiss, and Li Yu, who was beside her, immediately steadied her. "What's wrong?"
As he finished speaking, his hand, which was resting on Qin Song's wrist, suddenly trembled again. When he met Qin Song's eyes, his own eyes turned red.
With just one glance, Qin Song saw immense disappointment in his eyes.
Qin Song's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly looked away, pretending to stare into the distance so she wouldn't see his eyes.
"careful."
He said two words briefly, lifted her up slightly, and then immediately withdrew his hand.
Qin Song climbed onto the carriage and looked back at him.
He continued to look away, without saying a word.
Qin Song couldn't see his expression; he seemed to be intentionally avoiding talking to her, so she could only purse her lips and slip into the carriage first.
The carriage started moving. Li Yu and A Zhao sat outside the curtain, leaving her alone inside the carriage.
Qin Song sat alone inside the carriage. Outside the curtain, the master and servant remained silent. Only the sounds of horses' hooves, wheels, and the wind could be heard outside the carriage. The surroundings were completely quiet.
The cold wind occasionally lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and through the gap, Qin Song could see the lonely figure sitting next to A Zhao, occasionally shrugging his shoulders.
Ah Zhao, who was driving the horse and the carriage, would occasionally steal glances at him, creating an awkward atmosphere. Qin Song, who was inside the carriage, could feel Ah Zhao's tension and discomfort.
"Young master, I urgently need to relieve myself."
Not knowing where they were, Ah Zhao suddenly stopped the carriage, hurriedly said three words, and jumped off the carriage.
"I'll be delayed for a moment." As soon as he finished speaking, he bowed and ran off into the distance.
Separated by a curtain, only Qin Song and Li Yu remained inside and outside the carriage.
Qin Song was not a heartless person; in fact, he was surprisingly affectionate.
She didn't want to see Li Yu sad, not out of pity, but because she genuinely wanted him to be happy.
He pretended to be normal, but his disguise was not very good at all. It was easy to tell that he was in low spirits, but he was unwilling to say it, leaving her helpless.
"Shuling and I have already broken off our engagement."
Qin Song was thinking about how to cheer him up when a nonsensical sentence suddenly came from outside the curtain.
"I know," Qin Song replied slowly after a few moments of silence.
"I'm no longer engaged." The person outside the curtain choked up slightly, but still tried to appear nonchalant.
Qin Song felt a pang of anxiety, but dared not easily expose his emotions, and cautiously replied, "There will be more."
"...Why didn't you choose me? You said...you wanted to be with me."
As soon as Qin Song finished speaking, the carriage curtain was lifted, and a tall, slender figure knelt by the curtain, leaning half his body inside, one hand holding up the curtain and the other wiping away tears from the corner of his eyes.
His noble and refined face was covered in wet streaks. He didn't cry out loud, but tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He looked pitiful, just like a homeless puppy.
Qin Song was touched by his tears; undeniably, he had easily pleased her.
(I've made many deletions and revisions, and the word count is getting shorter. I'm just adding this sentence to make up for it. Sorry.)
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Author's Note: It's completely unrecognizable now, dear reviewer, it's really nothing more, please don't lock it anymore [heart][heart]
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