"Peach blossoms fly, plum blossoms fly. How many times have they flown into my longing for you? My beloved returns to me in my dreams.
The warm wind blows, the cold wind blows. When will it stop and I can catch up? My dark figure follows.
Outside the window, the sky was hazy, a crescent moon hung high, and the fragrance of osmanthus wafted in the air. Inside, Si Chengfeng, wolf-hair brush in hand, stood at his desk, inscribing a poem on a painting: "Longing for You? Where Are You?" The figure in the painting, with a high ponytail and plain clothes, fiercely battling a pack of wolves with a hidden weapon in hand, was Hua Qingcheng.
"Young Master, are you writing poetry and painting again?"
A chubby-faced servant boy, about eleven or twelve years old, ran into the study.
"Laibao, what do you think should be done for saving my life?"
Seeing the young master standing in a daze in front of a painting of a heroic woman fighting a wolf, Lai Bao rested his chin on his hand, rolled his eyes, and said, "Of course I will pledge my love to you!"
Si Chengfeng's drunken fox eyes suddenly lit up, the corners of his mouth lifted up, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Lai Bao with appreciation: "Well, you are right! There is a reward!"
Laibao scratched his head in embarrassment, his round face flushed red. He touched the one or two ounces of silver that Si Chengfeng threw to him and thought:
Young Master, ever since you came back the day before yesterday and painted this picture, you have been looking at it all the time. You have already said this sentence for the 208th time!
Putting down the wolf-hair brush, Si Chengfeng walked to the window with the painting in his hand. He looked at the pool in the yard, which was dotted with mottled tree shadows. His eyes drifted away and a sixteen-character verse came out of his mouth:
"Ning. The clear waves ripple, the moon shines. The swaying leaves dance gracefully, for whom?"
"Hua Qingcheng, I, Si Chengfeng, have never been one to resign myself to my fate. I will not give up!"
Putting away his melancholy expression, Si Chengfeng returned to his desk and put the painting away. Feeling very happy, he picked up his folding fan and patted Laibao on the head:
"Why are you still awake so late and coming to see me?"
Lai Bao, the servant who was immersed in the divine appearance of his young master, suddenly came to his senses and said with a wry smile:
"Manager Yao from Lingqing Grocery Store sent someone to report that the young lady who came to the store with the young master sold thirty-one wolves and wanted to know what to do with the wolf skins."
"Wolf?"
Si Chengfeng, who was waving a rosewood folding fan, couldn't help but pause when he heard this. His eyes moved around in an obscure expression. He thought of something and then twitched his mouth and laughed to himself.
"Order a few cloaks to be made. Just keep two of them. Send the rest back to the capital before winter and present them to my adoptive mother, adoptive father, and the old lady and old man."
"Yes, young master."
After receiving the order, Lai Bao was about to go out, but was called back by Si Chengfeng.
"Has the robe I wore earlier been washed?"
"Sir, the robes were already washed yesterday. Can they be delivered now?"
Si Chengfeng flicked his folding fan, curled his lips into a smile, his eyes cunning and dreamy, then he put the fan away, patted Lai Bao on the head and said:
"That's not necessary. Send someone to the tailor shop to get the best robes, one each in white, black, green, and blue. Also go to the cloth shop and get a piece of each of the four colors of soft smoke silk. Tell the butler to prepare some thank-you gifts immediately. This young master needs them tomorrow morning."
May 24th was a beautiful day with clear skies and sunny weather.
Si Chengfeng was sitting in a low-key and luxurious carriage loaded with gifts. Apart from the coachman, he did not bring any followers with him. He set out from Chengfeng Villa in Baishui Town early in the morning and headed for Huaqiao Village.
"Han Yichen, that's enough!"
At noon, in the main room in the backyard of the Hua family's old house, Hua Qingcheng couldn't bear it any longer and kicked Han Yichen off the bed again.
This evildoer came in last night under the pretext of checking his own injuries, and welded the door shut after entering. He has been tormenting her since midnight, and he seems to be determined to squeeze her dry.
Han Yichen, lying on the ground with disheveled hair, rubbed his buttocks that were hurt by the kick. The teardrop mole at the corner of his eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at Hua Qingcheng with a charming and seductive smile on his face.
Looking at the evil and charming third husband, Hua Qingcheng swallowed her saliva, cursed him inwardly as a monster, stretched out her jade arm to pull him up and pushed him onto the bed, then showered Han Yichen with kisses. Just when she wanted to go one step further, there was a knock on the door.
"My dear wife, this is bad! Our house is surrounded!"
Yu Xiaotian saw that Hua Qingcheng got up late again this morning. As he had already had sex, he naturally knew what his wife and his third brother were doing in the room. However, due to the crowd of people outside his yard, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and knock on his wife's door.
"Surrounded?"
Hua Qingcheng on the bed was a little confused when she heard this, but she calmly said to Yu Xiaotian outside the door: "Don't worry, I'll be there right away!"
Letting go of the resentful and evil Third Husband, Hua Qingcheng quickly put on her clothes, casually tied her hair into a high ponytail, and left the room. There was no way around it; she really didn't know how to style this ancient hairstyle.
Following Yu Xiaotian to the front yard, Hua Qingcheng just opened the gate and saw a group of villagers from Huaqiao Village gathered in front of her house. To be exact, the group of villagers surrounded a carriage and blocked her door.
Surrounded by the crowd, Si Chengfeng gave a helpless smile. He had been very low-key, arriving in a carriage whose material was unknown, yet he still managed to attract so many onlookers. It wasn't his fault, after all, he hadn't known that even oxcarts were rare in the countryside, let alone horse-drawn carriages.
The first time he climbed Pinglan Mountain, he took the wrong road and went over the mountain from the next village. This time, the carriage had been followed all the way to the village entrance by curious villagers. Because there were so many onlookers, and fearing the horses would be startled and injured, Driver Chengfeng had no choice but to have the driver dismount and lead the horses at a slow pace. As a result, the journey, which should have taken less than a quarter of an hour, took three quarters of an hour.
Seeing the gate open but unable to exit the carriage, Si Chengfeng retrieved the money bag the owner of Lingqing Rice Shop had given him. He lifted the curtains and began tossing coins in different directions, releasing the four hundred or so coins inside. The onlookers, seeing the money on the ground, scattered and ran to collect it.
Seeing this, Hua Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly. Looking at this prodigal boy who was squandering money, she thought to herself: If you have too much money and have no place to spend it, you can give it to me!
"You stay here and guard it."
Si Chengfeng waved his folding fan, said something to the driver, and then walked towards the gate of the Hua family's old house. Seeing that the villagers were unlikely to leave for a while, Si Chengfeng decisively decided to keep the driver behind to serve as a target for the onlookers.
"Mr. Si?"
Yu Xiaotian looked at Si Chengfeng, who was holding a rosewood folding fan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and looked very elegant. He quickly recognized him as the naked man that his wife brought back last time.
"Thanks to you all for saving my life last time, Chengfeng specially prepared a small gift and came to thank you in person!"
As Si Chengfeng spoke, he leaned over and performed a scholar's salute towards Hua Qingcheng and Yu Xiaotian.
Hua Qingcheng inexplicably felt like a big-tailed wolf was wagging its tail at her, but the other party had reasonable grounds and his behavior was impeccable. Moreover, she still owed him eight cents, so Hua Qingcheng had no choice but to let him into the courtyard.
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