"The sun is beautiful, the breeze is gentle. The stream is gurgling. The evergreen mountains remain, and the shadows of butterflies dance lingeringly.
Carrying a hoe, facing the fields with your back to the sky, ploughing in spring and harvesting in autumn."
In the study of Chengfeng Villa in Baishui Town, Si Chengfeng, dressed in splendid brocade, stood at his desk, writing an inscription for his new painting by candlelight. His wolf-hair brush flicked with movement, and in a moment, the poem "Hou Ting Hua Po Zi: Tian Ju" (The Back Garden Flower Po Zi - Field Residence) leapt onto the paper.
Recalling the daytime in Huaqiao Village when he and Hua Qingcheng watered the saplings together, and when he weeded the fields with a hoe, it seemed as if it had just happened. Si Chengfeng couldn't help but think wildly that it would be nice to live a life like Hua Qingcheng in the fields.
Si Chengfeng, not knowing what he was thinking of, once again picked up his brush and painted a rainstorm. Looking at the newly completed painting, Si Chengfeng was very satisfied, and then he took up his wolf-hair brush and wrote a new poem on the painting:
rainstorm
The dark sea swallows up the sun and moon.
The clouds rolled in and the waves surged into the sky.
The Dragon King roars and the mountains and rivers tremble.
In an instant, the world was filled with smoke.
Si Chengfeng's heart softened as he recalled the aqua figure holding an oilskin umbrella running towards him in the fields of Huaqiao Village during the rainstorm. Although his consciousness was hazy during their subsequent sexual encounter, it didn't stop him from remembering that sweet feeling.
"Young Master, are you writing poetry and painting again?"
Laibao, a book boy with a pleasant face, walked into Si Chengfeng's study with a bottle of ointment in his hand.
"What is it?"
Si Chengfeng, interrupted from his reverie by the visitor, was slightly displeased. He stared at his painting with a pair of dazed, fox-like eyes, but his thoughts had already drifted to the woman in Huaqiao Village, and he didn't even glance at Laibao.
"Young Master, this is the softening cream sent by Lingqing Pharmacy. I heard it comes from Xuanyi Valley. It's very expensive. A small bottle like this costs one hundred taels."
Hearing this, Si Chengfeng glanced at Laibao and rubbed his right hand over the back of his left. It seemed that after working with the hoe for a while, his hands had really become a lot rougher. He was about to use the softening cream to apply to his hands, but when he remembered Hua Qingcheng's words that he never touched his fingers with water, Si Chengfeng paused.
"Put it on the table first!"
Seeing Laibao still standing by the desk after putting away the ointment, Si Chengfeng asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Young Master, the General's wife sent a message asking when you will return to the capital."
Hearing Laibao's words, Si Chengfeng gently put down the painting in his hand, put his hands behind his back, and then paced back and forth in front of the desk. After a while, he said to Laibao:
"Send someone to tell my adoptive father that I will be back before the old man's birthday."
At this moment, Si Chengfeng had just captured Hua Qingcheng's heart, and their relationship was heating up, becoming a perfect time. He felt that he absolutely could not leave at this moment, otherwise, by the time he returned from the capital, the opportunity would have been lost. He could delay it for a while, but it would be best if he didn't go back at all.
"Yes, young master!"
While Si Chengfeng in the town was reminiscing about the sweet moments with Hua Qingcheng, Han Yichen, who was in the west wing of the Hua family's old house in Huaqiao Village, was sulking in his room.
Han Yichen had been squatting in the backyard toilet since breakfast, defecating until just now. He felt like he had almost finished everything he had eaten in the past seventeen years. His legs were still trembling slightly. He hadn't expected the new drug he developed to be so effective. It was a bit bad to use it on himself.
“Knock knock knock~”
Suddenly, there were three knocks on the back window of the room. Han Yichen's legs trembled when he heard the sound. He moved to open the secret lock on the window, and then a gray figure jumped into the room.
"Master, do you still need to send Feng Man Lou's wine and food over tonight?"
The masked man in gray pulled off the cloth covering his face, revealing a handsome face. He turned out to be a boy of about thirteen or fourteen. He stood beside Han Yichen and asked attentively.
"What are you giving me? I'm giving you my head! Doesn't it cost money?"
Han Yichen patted the gray-clothed man's head. He felt annoyed when he thought that there would be another man in the house to take away his wife.
"Marry a wife, give her food and clothes!"
"Now that I'm married to Hua Qingcheng, it's only natural for me to eat, drink, and spend her money! If I don't spend it, some other wild man will!"
"Understand?"
The man in gray opened his eyes wide in confusion. He saw that his young master said a lot, but he still didn't understand.
"But... Master, you are not short of money!"
"You, come here!"
Seeing his young master suddenly staring at him sinisterly and hooking his finger at him, Xuan Wu felt inexplicably scared, but he did not dare to disobey his orders.
But when Xuan Wu approached Han Yichen, he was hit hard on the butt by his shadowless kick.
Han Yichen pulled back his numb legs and shook them. His narrow, long, almond-shaped eyes squinted slightly, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye trembling and flickering. He looked devilishly charming, alluring, yet also cold and indifferent.
"My wife's money is my money! My money is still my money!"
"Understand?"
Xuan Wu didn't dare to say he didn't understand. He rubbed his butt that was hurt by the kick and immediately left.
After Xuan Wu left, Han Yichen gave himself a few more injections and took a few pills, finally managing to suppress the overwhelming urge to burst forth. He still reeked of feces, so he washed himself several times.
While Han Yichen was busy taking a shower, Yu Xiaotian, who sat next to him, was sitting at the table with his hands on his chin, looking at the much-grown little white kid in the corner and thinking about life.
He didn't know what was going on, but the cat's appetite had grown. He estimated that the milk from the ram in the front yard wouldn't be enough for him in ten days or half a month. He would have to go to the mountain to cut more grass tomorrow to feed the ram.
After sorting out his thoughts and making plans for tomorrow, Yu Xiaotian went to bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.
As for Situ Ye, who lived in the east wing opposite Yu Xiaotian, he sat by the window, gazing enviously at the candlelit main room in the center of the courtyard. He must have been enjoying the sweet love with his wife in there, wondering when he would be able to...
It had been three years since Situ Ye had come to the Hua family. During these three years, he had enjoyed some rare peace and quiet in the tranquil and simple Huaqiao Village. However, having only used this place as a temporary refuge, he had never imagined that one day he would truly fall in love with his nominal wife, Hua Qingcheng.
What left him speechless was that just when his wife was in love with him, he happened to be in bed. Today was the fifth day of his in bed, and as a young man in love, he was helpless...
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