Chapter 50 Out of Control (2) [VIP]
But that selfish desire flowed through her body and spread to every corner of her heart. She wanted to sing softly with tears in her eyes, but she thought that the princess was still waiting in the elegant room, so she bit the young man's shoulder bone and dared not make a sound for a moment.
The gentleman was an elegant and refined person in the zither hall, but how could he lose all his gentlemanly demeanor when engaging in sexual pleasure?
Unable to bear the outpouring of his affection, Chu Qingluo murmured quietly, sobbing unconsciously, "Sir, I can't bear it anymore."
"Then call her..." He chuckled sinisterly, clasping his fingers together with an insatiable desire, as if only in this way could he feel she belonged to him. "Call the princess over, and neither you nor I will survive."
With tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, she curled her lips and asked coquettishly, "Sir, do you still have the generosity of a gentleman?"
"I want Qingluo so badly that I don't want to wait any longer..." After thinking for a moment, Qu Han answered in a hoarse voice, with evil thoughts hidden in his words, which he vented here.
She sobbed briefly, then lowered her voice and asked, "Master, you took my virginity. Aren't you afraid that I'll tell others about it and say you're bullying me?"
After hearing this, he seemed to have figured it out already, and he casually expressed his dissatisfaction, "I've done it all, and I'm not afraid."
It was too late to look back at this moment. No one in the dormitory spoke anymore, and everyone was immersed in the pool of spring water.
"Um……"
Chu Qingluo didn't remember clearly the subsequent lovemaking and intimacy in the master's tent, nor could she recall how long the princess had waited. She only felt drowsiness rising all over her body, and her delicate body could no longer move.
She vaguely remembered that the master gently placed her in the quilt. As if he was afraid that she would catch a cold, he covered her with a crane cloak, his movements extremely gentle.
It was as if only she could see Mr. Qu's disrespectful behavior just now.
Qu Hanjin leaned over and kissed her forehead, whispering softly, "Rest on my couch. After I've finished entertaining Mu Xiao, I'll come and accompany you."
It was unclear what she was thinking at the moment, but she suddenly smiled coquettishly, her cheeks flushed slightly.
"I was...hidden in the tent by the master..."
The clear shadow in front of the couch was startled when she heard the words, and did not answer for a long time. Then she felt that what she said was true, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Stop joking, sir, please come back soon. I'll be waiting for you."
After Chu Qingluo finished speaking, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She could always sleep comfortably in the master's tent. With someone protecting her, she seemed to no longer be afraid of nightmares.
His long, bony fingers gently stroked the woman's black hair. Seeing that she was fast asleep, he stood up and walked towards the elegant hall with a calm expression.
Such a deep sleep, without dreams.
The scent of cold pine and white snow lingered all over her body. She didn't know how long she had slept peacefully before her thoughts gradually woke up in the haze.
When she opened her eyes, she saw her husband reading a book at his desk.
The beautiful woman in front of me sat calmly as usual, turning a page of the book in her hand as the candlelight flickered, looking quite relaxed and elegant.
He seemed to have sent the princess away, and he had been flipping through a book for a long time, waiting calmly for her to wake up.
After several rounds of sex, Chu Qingluo felt exhausted. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat leisurely beside the couch, watching the broken porcelain vase being cleaned up. "How long have I slept?"
"Sir, why don't you wake me up..."
The young man in the candlelight did not look back, but elegantly flipped through the scroll, not mentioning his previous act of immorality and courtesy. "Since you haven't slept well for so long, I want you to get some more sleep."
She raised her hand to rub her forehead, then looked back at the bed she had slept on twice. After pondering for a while, she looked at her husband again: "Strangely enough, I seem to have no more nightmares since I slept on your soft couch..."
"Then you will sleep here from now on."
Qu Han responded calmly upon hearing the voice, his fingertips still turning the pages of the book, his mind no longer on the pages.
She pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed slightly, and said in a delicate voice, "If I sleep here, where will you sleep, sir?"
"Master will find another place, so you don't need to worry about him." The figure in his eyes was cold and flawless, and every word he spoke was steady, as if he was still determined to make up his mind.
He looked for another place, unwilling to share the same bed with her...
Suddenly, Chu Qingluo felt that she had lost her interest in life. She sighed and muttered for a long time, "But without you, sir, I feel much more boring..."
The scroll was suddenly put down. The young man was sitting on the side of the desk, wanting to say something but hesitated. After a moment of silence, he finally replied.
"Qingluo, I can't control myself."
She suddenly frowned and chuckled secretly in her heart.
That's why I didn't want to sleep next to each other...
But at this point, he was still pretending to be such a saint. She raised her eyebrows slightly and pondered meaningfully: "What's the difference between once and several times..."
The gentle woman on the couch constantly reminded him of the sin he had just committed. Qu Hanjin coughed coldly and told her the situation in the palace: "The Shuxue Tower incident has angered His Majesty. Although the Crown Prince has not been deposed, he has been placed under house arrest in the Eastern Palace. The power he has accumulated over the years has been destroyed. Chu Yanjing will never cause any trouble again."
"Sir, are you serious?" Upon hearing this, she sat beside him with joy, thinking that the Ninth Prince was indeed intelligent. With just a few words, he had rendered the Crown Prince powerless. "The Ninth Prince is truly wise and resourceful. He understood everything instantly."
"When have I ever lied to you?" he said, turning away. He placed the book back on the desk.
Chu Qingluo was still thinking, but in a good mood. She asked with interest, "How did you find out?"
The clearness in his eyes and brows remained unchanged, and the young master finally lowered his gaze to his ears and eyes.
"Besides,
Bringing a person, life, what is the purpose of coming here...
"Who could the princess have brought with her..." She became more and more confused as she listened. She raised her eyes and looked at the gentleman quietly, wanting to hear what he had to say next.
Qu Hanjin seemed to be interested too. He raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his head slightly, and jokingly said, "Qingluo can't guess it?"
After much deliberation, she couldn't guess who would come with the princess. She blinked her bright eyes, signaling him not to keep her in suspense: "I'm not an immortal like you, sir. How would I know who would visit the Music Bureau at this time?"
"Crown Princess Cheng Shuanglan." The gentleman immediately answered with a serious face.
Chu Qingluo was extremely surprised, and the doubts in her mind became even deeper.
The current crown prince did have a crown princess by his side. Rumor has it that the woman was timid and cowardly, and was always forgotten by others.
The current situation, following the princess to see the master, why did the Crown Princess come here...
Without giving it much thought, she asked, "What is the Crown Princess's purpose in coming to the Music Bureau alone?"
"I understand he's here to plead for mercy."
He answered this lightly and glanced at Mingyan in front of his eyes, as if he wanted to hear her opinion, whether he should show mercy to the woman.
It was clearly a struggle for the throne between the Daning princes, yet the Crown Princess came to the Master to plead for mercy. It was absurd no matter how one considered it. She looked up, a hint of suspicion on her face. "It's clearly a struggle for power between the Crown Prince and the Ninth Prince. How could they have come to the Music Department..."
The young master's eyes dimmed slightly as he slowly looked back at her, "This morning we entered the Ninth Prince's Lingning Palace, and the Crown Princess saw us."
The Crown Princess felt that Mr. Qu was the Ninth Prince's man, and that the Crown Prince's defeat was due to Mr. Qu's advice and suggestions, so...
So I came to ask you to spare my life.
"She thinks it's us who are secretly doing things that have led to the prince's current fate..." Chu Qingluo smiled knowingly. As the saying goes, husband and wife are birds of a feather, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately. The Crown Princess knew that the prince didn't have many days left, so she wanted to find a way to survive.
Nodding slowly, Qu Hanjin replied, "Once the Crown Prince fell, she lost her support and wanted to save her own life."
"The Crown Princess is a smart person, but unfortunately, she met me..." She sneered contemptuously, but never mentioned spare her life.
When the Ninth Prince conquers the country and the Crown Prince dies, the woman will have no choice but to be buried with him and will have no other way out.
At a time when the hearts of the people were clamoring for the throne, the Crown Prince was trapped in the Eastern Palace, awaiting the Emperor Xuanlong's decision. This situation caused the Crown Princess to beg for mercy everywhere. With no other options left, she had no choice but to find her way to the Ministry of Music...
"I will personally take the Crown Prince's life and make sure that Prince Daning dies at my hands." She couldn't help but sneer as she imagined Donggong's miserable state. After much deliberation, she looked at Qingyan beside her teasingly, "Sir, do you have any good ideas?"
The prince was already a dying man. If he really died at her hands, the hatred that had been hidden for many years would have a place to vent.
It has been her long-cherished wish to kill the prince with her own hands.
Qu Hanjin's eyes dimmed as if he understood her, knowing the hatred in her heart, and replied in a deep voice: "Okay, I will plan this matter."
He seemed to have really agreed to her request. He disappeared the next day after the hall was closed. She asked the maids in the mansion and heard that the master had gone to the palace.
This is probably to pave the way for her in the palace. Sir, you are quite shrewd and you should be able to come up with a mysterious method when you enter the palace this time.
Chu Qingluo saw that there was no one in the side hall, so he walked towards the pavilion leisurely. Recalling the teasing just now in the piano hall, he found it very interesting.
After getting close to the teacher, she became quite playful and felt that the outstanding and dignified man in the main hall was her bedside companion who she could not tell her classmates about, which was really comfortable.
This secret is only known to her and her husband; the people at the other table will not know it.
“The way of playing the zither is to seek depth and distance, which must be in harmony with the emptiness and tranquility of the heart. The melody of the zither is distant, and the mind of Buddhism is as quiet as the sky…” At that time, the zither hall was silent, with only the teacher’s sharp voice floating in the air.
The graceful and ethereal figure slowly wandered around the corners of the hall. On the narrow path separating the room from the piano desk, she softly recited what was written in the book. When she walked to the side of a desk, she paused imperceptibly.
Watching the gentleman walk slowly past her, she raised her finger meaningfully and hooked the delicate jade-like hand that hung on the side of his brocade robe.
This behavior is undoubtedly a prank, not to mention it happened during class...
Fortunately, she was sitting in a corner of the hall, out of sight of others. He paused for a moment, then delicately grasped her hand, gently, urging her to calm down.
Qu Hanjin's expression was solemn. He stood up and looked at his disciples. He continued in a stern voice, "When you play the piano, you still need to spend some time to understand and comprehend it thoroughly."
"Sir, may I ask, my mind often wanders, and other thoughts always interrupt me when I play the zither, so I can't play the music well." Her delicate eyebrows knitted slightly. Meng Ying'er, beside her, was extremely annoyed, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "How can I calm down?"
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