Chapter 66 Punishment (2) [VIP]
She stroked his collar with her jade fingers and murmured shyly, "I want to... be punished by you again, just like before..."
If it is really going to be something that His Highness will enjoy while imprisoned on the bed in the future, it is better to give it to you now, and to enjoy it to the fullest.
But as soon as she said it, she was filled with regret, thinking that she had lost her mind. How could she continue to have fun in the tent when her husband was so seriously injured...
Qu Hanjin only smiled faintly, pondered for a moment, and whispered in his ear, "There's a class this afternoon. Your teacher is punishing you to attend."
Attending a class? Even with this injury, he still wanted to give piano lessons to his students...
She was suddenly puzzled, frowned slightly, and looked at the gentleman thoughtfully.
"Mr. Weiming is injured, so he doesn't need to give piano lessons anymore." Mr. Weiming was thinking about something, and Chu Qingluo gently advised him to put the lesson on hold for the time being.
But he was determined to go ahead, his eyes trembling slightly, and his soft voice revealed a hint of inviolable authority: "While Qingluo is here, I want to teach you again."
The carriage moved steadily through the alleys. Two more alleys would bring them to the Ministry of Music. She compromised and agreed, thinking of hearing one more piano lesson from the master, which was quite satisfying. "Okay, since I won't be able to hear the master's lessons again once I return to Lingning Palace, I might as well listen to one last lesson."
Afterwards, she felt a weight on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw her husband had fallen asleep leaning on her shoulder.
Seeing Jing was stunned, she carefully sniffed his breath, and only when she could feel a faint scent did she calm down.
When she returned to Yu's mansion, she had to use a lot of strength to help her husband back to the side hall. The servants in the courtyard saw that it was her husband who had returned home and wanted to go forward to help him, but she refused them one by one.
The fact that Mr. was caned shouldn't be known to more people...
Chu Qingluo slowly took the master back to the inner room. She looked around the entire side courtyard and could not see a single maid except Fu Guang.
She had never seen a maid serving by his side before. No matter what he did, the master seemed to do it all by himself. But now the master was seriously injured and needed someone to take care of him.
Her eyes fell on the servant in front of the hall. She asked sternly, and helped the master into the tent, "Is there anyone serving the master in this courtyard on weekdays?"
Fu Guang shook his head in confusion, his face filled with panic. "I only got into this courtyard by passing on a message. The master has always lived alone."
"What about the maids in the courtyard?" she asked again sternly, while covering her master with a thin blanket.
He was in a dilemma. Without the master's permission, Fu Guangduan dared not act on his own. He said vaguely, "The master said that they were hired to take care of the garden and have never been allowed to enter this elegant hall."
From this point of view, she is the only one who can serve.
Chu Qingluo looked around the bedroom, trying to find some medicine to treat the injury. The master was meticulous in his work, so he must have prepared some ointments.
After looking around for a few moments, she asked the servant. She observed with a cold eye. Although this man did a lot of waiting, he should know something about the master's habits and preferences in placing things. "Where are the gauze and plasters? I bandaged your wound."
The girl wants to apply medicine to Mr. Qu...
Fu Guang wanted to say something but hesitated, because he felt that it was inappropriate for Miss Chu to do so as she was a woman, so he waved his hands hesitantly.
"Men and women shouldn't touch each other, this seems a little inappropriate..." The servant thought about it and whispered hesitantly, "How about we wait until the master wakes up?"
The gentleman has always attached great importance to his reputation. If he knew that the person who gave the medicine was Miss Chu, he might be angry and ashamed, and would be displeased about this. Fu Guangdao was cautious and suggested to discuss the matter.
"What's inappropriate?" Her brows furrowed slightly. She paused, her eyes flickering as she spoke meaningfully, "My husband and I...have long since crossed the line."
She knew very well that the relationship between her and the teacher went beyond that of teacher and student. This matter could not be concealed for long. Princess Mu Xiao already knew a little about it, so it would be better to let the messenger know about it as well.
Hearing this, Fu Guang opened his eyes in shock, his cheeks flushed red, and his ears felt like they were burning with fire. He suddenly understood the hidden meaning behind her words and knew just how close she and her husband had been...
Fu Guang couldn't help but clear his throat and coughed. He quickly glanced away, his face still flushed. He pointed to the cabinet on the wall and said, "The master has put all the medicines in that cabinet. You can go and look for it, young lady."
Chu Qingluo walked decisively to the cabinet and began to search through the drawers and cabinets. His behavior was quite casual, and in a few moments he had messed up the contents of the cabinet.
Seeing this situation, it was time to leave. Fu Guang retreated to the door, but did not leave. He stopped and sighed, then smiled with relief.
"That's great..." The young man suddenly chuckled, his eyes unable to hide his joy.
Still rummaging through the clutter in the cabinet, she was a little puzzled and asked leisurely, "What makes Fu Guang so happy?"
Fu Guang leaned against the wall leisurely, looked up at the beam in the hall, and sighed again: "It's great that Miss Chu is back..."
"In the past few days after the girl left, the master has been drinking in the hall every night to drown his sorrows." Fu Guang sighed with relief, thinking that the master no longer had to worry, his mood became much better.
Hearing this, the servant seemed to be really happy, and the blush on his cheeks faded. "Today, I will go back to the mansion first..."
Chu Qingluo hesitated a little when she heard the words. She had not expected that after parting for a day, they might never meet again.
The Ninth Prince should not allow her to leave the palace anymore. She and the
"Master has been caned. I am only sending him back to his bedroom. He won't stay long..." Finally she found the plaster, grasped it in her palm, and replied in a deep voice, "After nightfall, I will return to Lingning Palace."
"Can't the girl stay?" Fu Guang's face darkened, as if his joy was in vain, and he suddenly felt lost.
She didn't know how to tell the young man about the hatred that plagued her day after day, so she finally replied, "There are some things I must do, and no one can stop me."
"It seems that the master is going to be sad again..." He sighed. Fu Guangwang was still unconscious, so he performed a series of formalities and respectfully left. "The master will leave the lady in his care. I will leave first."
Seeing the young man walking away, Chu Qingluo skillfully took off the teacher's robe, and his back, which had been beaten with a stick, came into his eyes in an instant.
The flesh was covered in blood and blood, and there was not a single piece of skin left intact.
She stared at the wound for a moment, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. She silently opened the medicine jar and gently applied the ointment on him.
After applying the medicine, Qingying in the tent still hadn't woken up, so she obediently lay down beside the couch and fell asleep with him.
She slept soundly that night, as if as long as he was there, the nightmare was blocked thousands of miles away and could not disturb her at all.
When Chu Qingluo woke up again, she was startled by a slight noise.
In a daze, she felt the black hair on the back of her neck being gently stroked. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at the elegant figure on the couch looking at her softly.
"Somehow, I fell asleep."
Qu Han put away his hands and got off the bed. His expression had improved compared to before. The paleness in his face gradually disappeared, and awe-inspiring majesty emerged.
She looked at him carefully and asked hesitantly, fearing that if she wasn't careful, he would fall for her again: "Are you feeling better, sir?"
He couldn't help but look at the cabinet that had been turned upside down. He remained silent for a long time, without answering her. He opened his lips and asked softly, "Did Qingluo give you the medicine?"
Then he remembered that he didn't want her to stay for long. Chu Qingluo slowly stood up, took out a clean and solemn brocade robe from the cabinet, and changed his clothes.
"Sir, have you forgotten? I'm waiting for you to go to class..." She smiled sweetly, but her words were cold. "If I can't wait any longer, I'll go back to the palace."
With his deep eyes fixed on the delicate beauty before him, Qu Hanjin seemed to be lost in thought. He then said in a gentle voice, "Master, I am fine. I was truly sleepy just now, not because of this injury."
"Then I... will continue to help you change your clothes. The girls in the piano hall are waiting for you to start your lesson."
Although she undid the buttons of his robe, she dressed the young man in front of her with great dignity, and did not tease or play any tricks on him because of his serious injuries.
Dew drops lightly on the bamboos, the water shimmers, the pond is full of lotus in midsummer, the faint chirping of cicadas can be heard from deep in the bamboo forest, and the secluded window is shrouded in swaying tree shadows.
There were a few whispers in the main hall of Siyue Mansion. The ladies in the hall looked at the cold and lonely figure in front of them from time to time, and they all felt that the gentleman today was a little weird.
During the daytime piano lessons, the teacher never let the students take turns to answer questions. This was a scene that only happened during night lessons.
Mr. Ke sat on the side of the hall, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his expression as solemn as always, and he gestured for his disciples to come forward to clarify their doubts.
The teacher has not been in the classroom for night studies recently, and I don’t know what delayed him. This time he came to the Qintang, perhaps to make up for his absence in the past few days.
Seeing that the teacher had already sat down in front of the desk, the girls in the mansion came up to the hall with books and began to teach the teacher sincerely.
Mu Wanxian glanced at the teacher, raised her sleeve to cover her lips, and spoke to the people at the next table: "During normal daytime classes, the teacher never answers questions like this. Why is it happening today?"
Feeling that her classmate was being overly suspicious, Song Yan patiently explained, then flipped through the scroll, her almond-shaped eyes slightly brightening: "The teacher hasn't come to the hall these past few nights of study. Perhaps he wants to use this opportunity to resolve the doubts that have accumulated over time."
"I have marked a lot of confusing points. I'll go first." Without paying any more attention to him, Song Yan hurriedly picked up the scroll and left, decisively leaving this close friend behind.
Seeing that the women who came forward to ask for answers had formed a long line, Mu Wanxian immediately followed and said, "Wait for me..."
The teacher asked her to attend the class, but she just sat in the classroom and asked questions, which was so boring... Chu Qingluo still didn't know why the teacher wanted to take this class, but since it was his request, she obeyed, picked up a book, and joined the crowd.
Just like answering questions seriously during night lessons, the teacher answered them patiently, and the girls walked forward one by one.
Until a woman stood beside the desk, the gentleman suddenly raised his eyes and his body stiffened slightly.
"Next." Qu Hanjin fixed his gaze on her, watching her standing dignifiedly and respectfully unfolding a page of the book in front of his eyes.
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