Warm Bed Beauty Bones
The winter in Lingzhou is different from the picturesque snowfall in the Central Plains. Heavy snow can block the roads to the interior in just two days, leaving only a desolate and lonely city.
No one knows which cold winter night they will die, so they sing and enjoy themselves to the fullest while life is in full bloom.
The "Warm Jade Brothel," a place tailor-made for those seeking a life of pleasure and indulgence, consists of towering buildings where soft, honey-scented male prostitutes entice visitors to linger.
The building was packed, red silk curtains swayed gently, and a faint fragrance drifted in the air, captivating all who heard it.
When the male prostitutes heard that Jiang Yan had returned, they all tried to squeeze into the private room, hoping to get a glimpse of her and use all their charms to win her favor in a short time.
Jiang Yan looked back at them as if they were selecting pretty and pleasing goods. Those who stayed behind were smugly dreaming of becoming phoenixes on a branch, and they flattered her even more charmingly.
Delicious food and fragrant warm wine—how delightful!
The man lying on Jiang Yanhui's lap revealed his beautiful nape and a large expanse of smooth, thin back, his languid posture resembling that of a raccoon dog just waking up.
Kneeling in her arms, the charming and delicate woman was as soft as if she had no bones. Her narrow, alluring eyes were like a fox's, full of affection. She whispered intimately in her ear, stirring up their feelings.
In contrast to Jiang Yanhui's relaxed demeanor, Lang Rongxian appeared uneasy, his embarrassed face remaining flushed for a long time.
Her gaze wandered aimlessly, unsure where to settle. Her hands rested neatly on her knees, and she would occasionally pull out her white arm that was reaching into her bosom, making the male prostitutes around her giggle and become increasingly daring in their teasing.
It was unclear which daring male prostitute had grabbed Lang Rong's hand and placed it on his buttocks, which startled Lang Rong so much that he suddenly stood up, his face flushed, and he stammered, "Jiang...Jiang Yanhui, I have something to say to you."
Jiang Yan, who had been drinking and making merry, stopped laughing. The beautiful woman serving her fell silent, observing the atmosphere in the room as it cooled down.
Jiang Yan lowered her eyes in displeasure, twirled the wine vessel in her hand, and said, "Don't say things I don't want to hear."
Despite verbally issuing a warning, he still managed to dismiss the unimportant people in the private room.
Without the beautiful women singing and dancing, the private room instantly became much quieter, and the blush on Lang Rong's face faded considerably as his mood calmed down.
"I think this is wrong." Lang Rong sat down and gulped down a glass of rice wine. She knew Jiang Yan Hui wouldn't like what she was about to say, but she still had to say it.
"Although they are young and beautiful and have a pleasant way of speaking, such drinking and feasting is meaningless to me. My ideal love should be about mutual support and encouragement, not about maintaining a relationship through business transactions."
Undisturbed, Lang Rong felt a glimmer of hope and said even more earnestly, "Haven't you ever thought about how wonderful it would feel to have someone you cherish waiting for you at home after a hard day's work?"
During his vacation, he took his children on a trip, released lanterns together to pray for blessings during the Lantern Festival, and sat side by side under the eaves at night after putting the children to sleep to enjoy the moon and steal a moment of leisure.
Our hearts are intertwined, we will never be apart, and even the most devastating events cannot erase our true love!
Lang Rong's eyes shone brightly as he immersed himself in the beautiful future he was envisioning.
"Are you done talking?" Jiang Yan picked at her ear, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "If you don't want to play, go back to the barracks. That's a place for you to dream."
Lang Rong quickly got up and followed Jiang Yan, looking at her as if she were a foolish emperor bewitched by a vixen. He urgently advised, "Those people are not sincere towards you. They only covet your power and money. Such relationships are unreliable."
When Lang Rong gets long-winded, he's even more annoying than those civil officials who spout grand principles all the time. If it weren't for Lang Rong's status as a captain and the affection between him and his childhood sweetheart, Jiang Yan Hui would have liked to just shut him up and knock him out.
She stopped Lang Rong from continuing to persuade her, and said with a smile, "I know better than you what they want, but you can't have both beauty and true love. Besides, true love, which is ethereal, is not as stable and controllable as one with ulterior motives."
Lang Rong blinked, unable to find a rebuttal for a moment.
Jiang Yan strode downstairs, the waiting male prostitutes following her with their eyes, whispering among themselves, but none of them dared to step forward and provoke her.
Before leaving, Jiang Yan threw the heavy money bag to the smiling pimp, and as usual, she gave it to the male prostitutes serving in the private room.
The wind and snow outside stung his face, but nothing chilled Lang Rong more than the pain of losing money. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then decided against it, mounted his horse, and followed Jiang Yanhui, who had already galloped away.
When Jiang Yan returned to the Prince's Mansion braving the wind and snow, her hands and feet were freezing cold. She urged Aunt Pan, who was waiting, to quickly take Lang Rong away and settle him in a place, so that he wouldn't say any more nonsense in front of her, which would confuse everyone.
The palace was silent at night, with only the creaking of boots on the floor echoing. Silk lanterns hung on both sides of the corridor, illuminating the thick darkness.
The burning charcoal fire inside made it feel like springtime. Jiang Yanhui took off her cloak, which was stained with the scent of rouge, and casually threw it on the carpet. She rubbed her stiff neck and looked into the inner room.
In the dimly lit inner room stood a boy with his head bowed and a humble posture. He was thin and small, huddled in the corner. If Jiang Yan Hui hadn't been so sharp-eyed and perceptive, he would have been easily overlooked.
A small section of her wrist, peeking out from under her sleeve, shone brightly in the darkness. When she looked up, her large, clear eyes, like those of a small animal, were timid, clearly frightened by Jiang Yanhui's rude words not long ago.
Jiang Yanhui twirled the coat she had taken off, raising her eyebrows as she watched Ah Chou approach step by step.
Watching him take the coat, fold it, and put it into the washing basket, then pick up the cloak from the ground, spread it out, and hang it on the clothes rack, carefully wiping the melted snow water off it with a dry cloth, his slender and beautiful wrist was visible as he moved.
Perhaps it was because she had listened to Lang Rong's noisy sermons tonight, but Jiang Yanhui felt surprisingly comfortable in the quiet environment. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at A Chou's back as she worked quietly.
Even though the temperature inside was just right, he still wore a thick padded coat. He didn't wear that ridiculous ugly hat anymore, otherwise Jiang Yanhui would really be angry that there was such a tasteless fellow in the mansion.
After getting tired of reading, Jiang Yanhui pulled out a military book and began to read it by candlelight. The tattered pages and numerous annotations showed her thorough knowledge of the book, which was quite different from her playboy image in public.
I lost track of time while looking at it, and only realized that the candle had already burned a section when I heard the basin of water fall to the ground.
Ah Chou's braided hair hung down from one shoulder. She half-squatted in front of the soft couch, her lips tightly pressed together, not daring to look up. She tentatively reached out and touched Jiang Yan Hui's calf.
He gently removed Jiang Yanhui's boots, then took off her snow-white footwear, and rolled up her trousers to reveal her ankles.
Ah Chou's eyes trembled. He touched a half-finger-long, raised, hideous scar on the outside of his left ankle. He didn't dare to move his fingers anymore and looked up at Jiang Yan Hui, who had been staring at him for a long time.
The thick coat made Ah Chou's cheeks flush red, and fine beads of sweat covered the tip of her nose due to nervousness. Her clear black and white eyes were free of impurities.
Jiang Yan smiled knowingly, raised her chin, and said, "Continue washing."
Hot water soaked her feet as Ah Chou lowered her head and used a handkerchief to wash herself according to Uncle Ban's instructions. Her unshaven neck was exposed to Jiang Yan Hui's view.
His fair and delicate skin was as lustrous as a pearl, and the thin skin on the top of the prominent hock on the back of his neck was reddish, so fragile that crushing him was as easy and simple as crushing a fledgling bird.
Jiang Yanhui couldn't help but lick her back teeth, her eyes gradually becoming deep and unfathomable.
Unaware of the danger, Ah Chou diligently massaged his master to relieve his fatigue. After the whole process, his fingers were slightly sore and swollen, but he couldn't find any fault with it.
Jiang Yanhui, having changed into clean clothes, sat on the soft couch with her knees bent. Her gaze was fixed on Ah Chou, who was busy cleaning up the mess. She yawned and squinted her eyes sleepily.
Upon entering the room again, Ah Chou cautiously stood behind the screen in the outer room, determined to minimize his presence.
"Ugly, didn't Uncle Ban teach you to warm the master's bed in winter?"
In the quiet night, Jiang Yanhui's voice sounded like a ghost to A Chou. She shrank her neck and shuddered, tightly closing her eyes and pretending not to hear.
"If you keep pretending you can't hear me, I'll call Uncle Ban."
A moment later, a fluffy head peeked out from behind the screen, every strand of hair filled with resistance, and its bright, watery eyes held an unconcealable resentment.
She could only provoke wicked thoughts in innocent and naive people. Jiang Yan unconsciously rubbed her fingertips together a couple of times and asked, "Do you know what bed warming is?"
Ah Chou shook her head, then suddenly remembered something and covered her ears, scrunching her little face as she resolved not to listen to what she was saying.
If you could hear nothing by covering your ears, there wouldn't be so many troubles in the world.
Jiang Yanhui, whose wicked sense of humor was satisfied, chuckled and then explained seriously, "Here, warming the bed means taking off your clothes and warming the blankets."
Ah Chou looked at the bed with a mixture of belief and doubt, clearly indicating that Jiang Yanhui's credibility was already in jeopardy in his mind.
"If we dawdle any longer, it will be dawn soon," Jiang Yan urged.
Wang Zun uses only the best of everything in his clothing, food, housing, and transportation, with the comfort and value of his bed being of paramount importance.
The ebony and gilded elephant and vine bed frame, the mother-of-pearl inlaid gauze curtains, the thick mattress with a silk satin base, the Suzhou embroidered quilt cover with phoenixes and peonies, and the Shu brocade pillow filled with calming herbs all showcase the wealth and luxury of the imperial family.
The enjoyment that others could only dream of was like a scorching hot bed for Ah Chou. She slowly moved to the bedside, and under Jiang Yan Hui's amused gaze, she stubbornly peeled off her clothes one by one.
Only when he was stripped down to his white shirt could one truly see how thin and frail he was. The clothes looked like they were hanging loosely on a skeleton. It was no wonder that even though he was dressed in thick clothes inside the mansion, he still had to wear a hat to keep warm.
Despite the blazing charcoal fire, Ah Chou still shivered.
While observing Jiang Yanhui's expression, he kicked off his shoes, lifted the blanket, and crawled inside.
The soft mattress and light, warm quilt felt like lying in soft, fragrant clouds, while a gilded bronze incense burner burned with calming and sleep-inducing spices.
Ah Chou's tense nerves gradually relaxed, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he sank into the soft bed, his consciousness gradually fading.
In the time it took to turn a page of a book, the person on the bed, with half their face covered, had already fallen asleep. Jiang Yanhui had never seen such an interesting servant.
He's incredibly audacious, yet he acts like a mouse before a cat; he's also incredibly timid, yet he can sleep so soundly and unguardedly in his master's bed.
interesting.
A note from the author:
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Lang Rong's impassioned persuasion
Jiang Yan picked at her ear: What are you babbling about?
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