Zhichun
Peng Xuan'an opened her mouth, slightly surprised. How could she say that? She was Pang Linqiu, so she could indeed say it.
"Hurry up and choose!" she wanted him to leave quickly.
Peng Xuan'an hesitated, still wanting to argue, "Madam, is there a fourth one? You can solve this for me..." he said shyly.
She remained silent for a long time before angrily shouting, "Peng! Xuan! An!"
Peng Xuan'an knew she was angry, and he also knew that if he didn't choose one of the three options, she would definitely make him suffer. But choosing was incredibly difficult; it was like eating shit—three piles of shit, each one harder to choose than the last, especially the third one, the king of shit.
He took a deep breath and reluctantly chose the first lump, saying, "I'll do it myself."
He straightened his clothes, then got up and reluctantly left the place, heading to the private room.
In the compartment, he sat on the couch and began to put out the fire himself.
She didn't know how long it took to extinguish the fire, but when he returned to the master bedroom after getting dressed, Pang Linqiu had already changed into a new outfit. She was still a little scared of him, but since they lived under the same roof and would see each other all the time, she had no choice but to calm down and face him.
"All done?"
Peng Xuan'an blushed with embarrassment, nodded in agreement, and stood at the door with his head down. He calmed down and recalled how he had been blinded by desire and done something foolish. However, they had been married for over six months, and he hadn't touched her even once; he had endured it for a very, very long time.
She finally agreed to have sex with him once, but... it would take more than a year.
"Now that it's resolved, get some rest." She didn't intend to say anything more to him.
"good."
"Did you wash your hands?" she asked again.
"I washed it..." he answered honestly.
He looked up at her as if he had done something wrong, "Madam... I..." He wanted to apologize.
Pang Linqiu didn't want to talk to him and just wanted to get through the day quickly. "Come and sleep, I'm sleepy." She tidied the bedding and lay down inside.
Peng Xuan'an felt a strange bitterness in his heart. He blew out the candles in the room, and the room instantly went dark. He also got into bed, and the two of them were some distance apart. Pang Linqiu lay on her side with her back to him, her heart and body wary of the person behind her.
The room was so quiet, the only sounds were the two people breathing and their heartbeats beating in unison. The silver moonlight streamed into the room, casting a cold glow. It was so serene...
The next day, he went to court early in the morning, and Pang Linqiu couldn't sleep all night.
She was terrified that a year or so later, she wouldn't want to be in this situation, but she would be forced into it. She was restless all day and couldn't concentrate on any official business.
She decided to let herself off the hook and relax.
She and Xi Shuang arrived at the lakeside, gazing at the lake from the four-cornered pavilion. She looked out at the overlapping mountain shadows and distant buildings; this was an open tourist attraction. The visitors were all young men and women, the girls laughing and the boys expressing their lofty ambitions.
Pang Linqiu felt inexplicably comfortable and at ease. Butterflies fluttered their colorful wings and danced in the air, flowers bloomed and released their fragrance, and the spring breeze carried the light scent of grass.
Autumn is here, autumn is here.
She looked down at her reflection in the teacup, and her heart inexplicably began to race. She thought of her, Zhi Qiu.
She still hasn't received any news from Zhi Qiu. Before leaving, she was all smiles, saying she would come back to see her. But almost a year has passed since then, and she hasn't seen her, heard from her, or received any news.
Xi Shuang was chosen by Peng Xuan'an to be her personal maid. Xi Shuang was not as good as Zhi Qiu. One had been with her since childhood and the other was just an ordinary friend. They were not the same.
“Xi Shuang.” She looked up, gazing at the emerald lake as if she had lost her soul.
Xi Shuang stood beside her and respectfully asked, "What is it, Madam?"
"Do you think I should take him a concubine or something?"
Xi Shuang was stunned for a moment, "Madam..." She opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer her.
Every month, Peng Xuan'an would call her to report on the situation of Madam, whether she wanted anything, and whether she had encountered any unpleasant things.
The month is almost over, and she's wondering whether she should report this to her superiors.
"Madam, I don't understand what you mean." She smiled bitterly.
Pang Linqiu suddenly smiled, as if she had some mischievous idea. "I've noticed that many male heads of high-ranking officials have several concubines to have children. As the mistress of this Minister's mansion, it's time for me to have some children for him too." She stood up, quite pleased with her idea.
Xi Shuang was suspicious of the meaning of these words and was about to analyze them in more detail when Pang Linqiu suddenly stood up and said casually, "So that no idle people will accuse me of being narrow-minded, monopolizing my husband, and ruining a generation."
That day, after returning to her residence, she began looking for concubines.
He found two beautiful young women and brought them into the Minister's residence in his name, granting them residences in the west and south courtyards.
The thought of him returning and seeing his two beautiful concubines, happily working with them, put her mind at ease, allowing her to focus on her official duties.
She didn't know why, but she felt nothing for him; in fact, she hated him—a nameless, inexplicable hatred. This inexplicable hatred seemed to span two worlds. She was certain that she would never fall in love with him; only hatred would remain.
When I first saw him, he felt so familiar. Why? It was as if they had been husband and wife before, but he didn't like her, and she didn't like him, so they inexplicably became a couple of strangers.
Her mother was no longer like before. When she was two years old, her mother began to speak strange words and write strange characters, talking to herself inexplicably. She remembered very clearly how her mother would hold her and suffer inconsolably late at night.
That night, she cried bitterly. It was also the beginning of her strange first day. She spoke in a desolate voice, suffering from the pain of unrequited love.
"Chun'er, do you know? In another #*, there is also a girl just like you. Her name is *Zhichun, but because of school & Ling, she is forever..." (System automatically censors inappropriate language)
Pang Linqiu was puzzled. Her mother's mouth was clearly moving, so why couldn't she hear what she was saying? She could only see her mouth moving, and her mother's sorrowful crying seemed to indicate that she had lost a precious treasure.
She raised her little hand and gently wiped away the tears from her mother's eyes. "Mother, don't cry, Chun'er is here." Her emotions were affected by her mother's, and her childish voice was also filled with sorrow.
Tang looked at Zhichun and exclaimed, "She looks just like her! So much like her!"
Her obsession with her daughter ran too deep. She "slept" hoping to reunite with her daughter, but inexplicably came into this world and learned about the story's progression, process, and ending...
"Madam!" Peng Xuan'an called from outside the door, sounding quite angry.
After Pang Linqiu came to her senses and finished her official duties, Peng Xuan'an pushed open the door and entered.
He angrily exclaimed, "What's going on with the West Courtyard and the South Courtyard?!"
Pang Linqiu, acting as if nothing had happened, simply replied, "Your concubine."
He frowned, pointed at himself, and demanded, "When did I say I wanted to take a concubine?!"
She shrugged, spreading her hands helplessly, "You didn't say that, but I didn't say I wouldn't accept it either."
Peng Xuan'an gritted his teeth in anger, not understanding her actions: "Go ahead and pay the bill!" He pulled a piece of paper from his clothes, his face grim: "Pay the bill in my name! And spread the news so widely! Is that something to be proud of?"
"No?" she asked, feigning an innocent smile. "Isn't this great? They all praise me for being generous." She was pleased with her actions.
"Generosity?" He raised an eyebrow. He didn't understand. What kind of generosity was this? Hiring a mistress to steal the love of the original wife? And then praising the act of stealing it in the end? He really didn't like this kind of generosity.
"If you want to do it in the future, just go find them. I won't tell anyone." She smiled easily, as if a heavy responsibility had been lifted. "If you don't like me choosing, I'll find you a few more tomorrow, and you can choose then. If you want male concubines, I can also..."
Peng Xuan'an rubbed his forehead, annoyed by her words. "Madam! I, Peng Xuan'an, don't need anything! I don't want anything!"
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