Chapter 32: Nuan Yang will naturally reward you if you do well.
Fang Yilan raised one eyebrow and asked with a smile, "Why do you look so happy?"
Zhao Huaixu's eyes sparkled like stars, and he smiled softly, saying, "My knee is fine. Seeing A-Lan heroically saving the damsel in distress just now, Yu'an feels much better."
After saying this, he paused for a moment, then frowned slightly as if remembering something. "But if I can't find that platinum bead, will it cause any trouble?"
"Hmm," Fang Yilan waved her hand, grinning slyly, "I just casually took something from my waist to trick them. It wasn't a real gift from the Emperor, but they actually believed it."
"Alan is truly smart."
Zhao Huaixu was happy, but Fang Yilan was not relieved.
When he returned to the yard, the first thing he did was to ask Shuxue to get the key to the warehouse.
He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets inside, finding all kinds of rare jewels that had been given as rewards. He also sent someone to invite the most famous craftsman in the capital, who specialized in making finishes for dignitaries, to prepare seven earrings of different colors for Zhao Huaixu at one time.
Unfortunately, these ancient earring styles are mostly women's, mainly with flowers and complicated decorations. No matter how she looked at them, she was not satisfied, so she decided to do it herself.
Fang Yilan sat at the desk and began to recall the appearance of modern big-name jewelry in her mind. She moved her pen tip and drew a rough outline.
"Why does Alan still look unhappy?"
Fang Yilan suddenly felt a warm sensation on her back, and a tall figure came over quietly. Zhao Huaixu leaned over from the side of her head, his eyes falling on the drawing paper in her hand.
"Is this a painting of a teal?"
"This is Capricorn with a dragon head and a fish body!"
Zhao Huaixu nodded seriously, then pointed to another pattern on the drawing paper and said, "This flying fish is so vivid."
"This is a wolf's tooth..." Fang Yilan looked a little embarrassed. Was her painting skill really that bad? She felt pretty good about herself. When she turned her head, she realized that someone was secretly holding back a laugh, and then she realized it.
"Okay, you're teasing me, right..." Fang Yilan stretched out her hand as if to hit Zhao Huaixu.
Before she could finish her words, her jaw was pinched, and a soft seal sealed her lips, lingering and entwining their tongues. Zhao Huaixu slowly placed his other hand over the back of Fang Yilan's hand, which was propped up on the table, and then clasped her fingers one by one, tightly clasping them together. The brush rolled onto the rice paper, scattering scattered ink dots.
Fang Yilan leaned back continuously as she was kissed, but Zhao Huaixu maliciously narrowed his embrace, like a prey that would be entangled tighter by a giant python the more it struggled.
Gradually, the gentleness changed, and the soft licking turned into fierce biting. Zhao Huaixu swept her lips and tongue like conquering a city.
They kissed for a long time before breaking up. Zhao Huaixu half-knelt in front of her with a pious look on his face. He wiped away the silver threads on the corners of Fang Yilan's lips with his fingertips, and looked at her slightly swollen lips. His pupils were as deep as ancient ink.
"Yu'an is just greedy and wants more." His voice was low and slightly hoarse, mixed with a hint of irrepressible desire.
She wanted to get more, such as dazzling and luxurious earrings, Fang Yilan's unreserved preference, or other more precious things.
Fang Yilan stroked the side of Zhao Huaixu's face with her right hand, her thumb tracing the red corners of his eyes: "If you do well, you will be rewarded."
She looked at the clear and bright eyes, but suddenly remembered the words that Old Lady Fang had scolded her with, and felt a little uncomfortable.
It's not a nice thing to have a male favorite who is not presentable.
Then he changed the subject: "Yuan, let's go for an outing."
"good."
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After leaving Shangjing City and heading towards Nan, there is a lakeside called Xiyue. Fang Yilan asked several officials before finding this place.
I heard that this is a place where lovers in Shangjing City often come to relax and have fun, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.
Fang Yilan got up early and rode Jiaoyue to Xiyuepo.
It is not yet the spring equinox, and the spring chill has not yet dissipated. The lake is shrouded in a thin layer of mist. On the weeping willows by the lake, tender green buds have emerged, hanging with crystal clear dewdrops, like strings of exquisite jade glass. The grass on the lake bank is gradually shedding the withered yellow of winter, and pink flower buds are dotted here and there.
Fang Yilan dismounted, pushed aside the dense branches and leaves, dug through the grass, and carefully searched for the wild flowers that were about to bloom. After a lot of effort, she finally put together a colorful bouquet.
On the other side, Zhao Huaixu arrived late. At first, he was puzzled as to why Fang Yilan insisted on leaving him, until his eyes caught sight of her hands behind her back, and a dot of color peeked out from behind her.
Zhao Huaixu couldn't help but smile, the smile spread from his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, and finally turned into a gentle laugh.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the lush flowers and green willows in front of him, and looked at Fang Yilan who was standing with her back to the sun. The early sun outlined her figure, her hair was shimmering with a golden halo, and her face was shrouded in soft warm light.
He felt that even the hottest sun could not compare to Fang Yilan's brilliance.
Twenty years of wandering, homelessness, indifference and bullying, every bit of it was hardship. Perhaps if it weren't for these, he wouldn't have met her in the northwest.
In order to stay with her forever, Zhao Huaixu was willing to endure more hardships.
He accepted it all with great pleasure and without any complaints.
Fang Yilan smiled brightly and took out the wild flowers hidden behind her. Then she scratched her head a little embarrassedly and asked, "How should the old saying go?"
"I am pleased with you."
"Yes! I am attracted to you."
"I know."
"I'm glad you know!"
The lakeside was a scene of glorious spring. A bright moon chased butterflies at the edge of the water, and grass dust blew softly under the tread of horse hooves. Not far away, on the lakeshore, a pair of lovers kissed passionately. Their figures were stretched out in the gentle caress of the warm sun.
On a path not far away, Zhou Ting'an stared straight at the shimmering lake, lost in thought.
A servant ran up to Zhou Ting'an and said, "Sir, we've searched this area thoroughly, but we haven't seen any trace of the Fourth Young Lady."
He pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves: "Keep looking."
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Fang Yilan rested her chin on Zhao Huaixu's shoulder, enjoying her leisure time. She inadvertently glanced at the grass in the distance, but found that there seemed to be a foreign object stuck deep in it, standing out among the new green.
The two approached and saw an unconscious child, about five or six years old, with a dirty face and tattered clothes covered in dust.
Fang Yilan placed her finger under the child's nose and found a faint breath. She felt relieved, thinking the child had probably fainted from hunger. Zhao Huaixu also fetched some water and some food from the carriage. Fang Yilan took the water and carefully poured a little into the child's mouth.
Not long after, the child's eyelids trembled slightly, and he woke up. He sniffed first, catching the aroma of food, snatched the pancake from Zhao Huaixu's hand, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. His cheeks were bulging with food, as if he had been hungry for a long time.
"Kid, why are you here alone? Where are your family?" Fang Yilan squatted down and asked softly.
The child slowly raised his head and looked at her, his innocent eyes revealing a determination that was extremely inconsistent with his age.
He pursed his cracked lips, his childish voice trembling slightly due to weakness: "I'm going to find my mother."
Fang Yilan continued to ask patiently: "Where is your mother?"
The child seemed to be hurt, his mouth drooped and his eyes began to mist over.
Fang Yilan was most afraid of children crying, so she started to panic: "Then do you know where your mother is?"
The boy nodded and shook his head: "I only know that my mother is from Shangjing, and I want to go to Shangjing to find her."
Fang Yilan frowned slightly. There were at least a million people in Beijing. Isn't it like looking for a needle in a haystack?
Zhao Huaixu also asked, "Do you have any tokens of your mother's identity or something that can be used to identify her?"
The child shook his head, a trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but he immediately convinced himself, got up from the ground and walked forward again: "It doesn't matter, as long as I look for it slowly, I will find it!"
Fang Yilan followed him slowly and asked, "Do you know why mother left?"
The little boy's eyes dimmed instantly, his expression lonely, and he whispered softly: "My father said that mother despised our poverty and didn't want us anymore, so she ran away secretly."
Fang Yilan looked around. Although the scenery of Xiyuepo was beautiful, there were no nearby villages. It was very dangerous for a tiny child to be alone in this desolate wilderness.
She thought that since she was in a good mood today, she might as well do something good and send the Buddha to the west: "This place is too dangerous, why don't we take you home."
"I won't go back!" The little boy stamped his feet stubbornly, his eyes red and tears as big as beans rolled in his eyes. He cried out in a sobbing voice, "I want to find my mother. I only want my mother!"
Fang Yilan sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, then tell me where your home is first."
The little boy raised his hand, pointed to a hill in the east, and said with sobs, "There." The two looked in the direction he pointed, and in the distance, they could vaguely see a very small village.
Fang Yilan and the other person brought the child to the Feng County government office where Xiyuepo was located.
There were many cobwebs on the stone lions in front of the government office, and the mottled painted door was also full of potholes, showing its desolate state.
Speaking of Magistrate Lu of Feng County, he was a prominent figure in the capital. Seventeen years prior, he had achieved top honors in the imperial examination and subsequently entered the Hanlin Academy, where he rose to prominence in the court. He maintained close ties with numerous dignitaries and possessed a vast network of contacts. He was considered a true genius with a promising future.
Perhaps fate was jealous of him. First, his wife died of illness, leaving behind only their young daughter. But soon after, his daughter mysteriously disappeared, with no further news. After reporting the case, there was no progress.
From then on, Lu Qi became a frantic searcher, completely oblivious to the affairs of state. His quest for his daughter offended many of the clans in the capital, ultimately failing to locate her. His career also plummeted. He was demoted from the capital to a remote county, then to the desolate mountains, gradually fading from public view.
Lu Qiben was sitting at the desk, copying the local household register. Naturally, he noticed the movement at the door. The token on the visitor's waist was clearly visible, and he recognized the other person's identity at a glance.
But instead of standing up to greet them, he carelessly put his feet up on the high desk, held an ink pen in his mouth, and pretended not to see them, his mind wandering.
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