Chapter 18 "Your status and position are not worthy of this, you're called Xiao..."
Bees vie for pollen and butterflies share fragrance, unlike the weeping willows that cherish their golden threads. No matter how beautiful the spring scenery in the garden is, because Qian Lanting had to go home at noon, Yan Wenying could only have Xu Jun politely see her off at the door.
After boarding the carriage and having traveled through two streets, she calmed down and said, "Father said that Minister Qian is a cunning old fox. Don't be fooled by his calm demeanor; he's actually a very shrewd person. As for this matter... I suggest we don't rush things."
Yan Ruheng remained silent for a long time, without uttering a sound.
The afternoon sun was intense, its rays filtering through the curtains and falling on Yan Wenying's face like dappled pearls—beautiful, yet somewhat scorching. "Many young ladies use this as an excuse to deliberately gravitate towards you, knowing full well they just want to see how refined and virtuous you are. You fawn over Qian Yingyi just as they fawn over you, don't you understand?"
Yan Ruheng appeared fairly docile, but he looked down at his gently clenched fist, seemingly lost in thought. "I understand."
Having grown up together since childhood, seeing his expression, Yan Wenying knew her tone had been too harsh, and sighed softly, saying, "Qingxi, I'm not blaming you, nor did I intend to take advantage of you. I know that ever since you discovered you weren't your parents' biological child, you've felt uneasy and always wanted to go back to Fengyang to be with your second uncle and aunt to fulfill your filial duties, haven't you?"
Yan Ruheng's eyelashes trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and remained silent with her lips slightly pursed.
After a long pause, he finally said, "How could I ever forget the kindness of my parents in raising me?"
Knowing he was talking about Yan Yu and Wang Cailing, Yan Wenying forced a smile, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, "Although my second uncle and aunt don't have much contact with us, they still come to Yingtian Prefecture every year to celebrate the New Year with us. Just think of them as having two more parents, two fathers and two mothers who love you, and me as their older sister. Isn't life wonderful?"
Yan Ruheng's eyes held a hint of sarcasm, but he didn't show it on his face, only nodding slightly.
He was never a talkative person, and he was still unmarried when he turned twenty. At that time, he did not know the truth behind it and even wondered for a while why his parents did not arrange a marriage for him.
Later, when he met his second uncle in Fengyang while he was drunk, he realized that his second uncle was not his second uncle, but his biological father.
At home, he called himself Sanlang, and he naively believed that he had a biological older brother who had died. Little did he know that this so-called "brother" was just a cousin, and he did not belong to this family at all.
Ever since he was transferred back to Nanjing, he felt that his home was full of conspiracies and intrigues.
Even raising him into the way everyone praises him today is nothing more than using him as a pawn or a stepping stone to ensure the family's wealth and prosperity.
The longer he stayed at home, the more he felt trapped in a swamp from which he couldn't escape. What good were grand mansions and luxurious homes? Behind closed doors, there were man-eating monsters.
Even his older sister, whom he grew up with, was...
“Qingxi, your brother-in-law caught a cold ever since he was pulled out of the pond,” Yan Wenying suddenly relaxed and leaned against the carriage wall, her head pressed against the curtain, blocking the beam of light that was covered with dust. She smiled with her eyes closed, “Do you think the punishment was too lenient? I always said that we were enemies in a past life, that he was born to bring me bad luck.”
The weight of countless worries weighed on Yan Ruheng's heart, and at this moment, he had no choice but to try his best to throw them away.
Yan Wenying and Lin Yuhu initially treated each other with respect, and later had a good relationship for two years. However, Lin Yuhu was unruly by nature, and she couldn't control him.
Gradually, the young couple's relationship deteriorated to its current state, with both sides growing to loathe each other. If it weren't for the interests at stake and the mediation of their elders, they might have already broken off all ties.
Even though he knew they weren't related by blood, the childhood bond he had for her would always tug at his heartstrings and make him feel sorry for her at certain times.
Yan Ruheng lifted the curtain and looked out at the street.
A caravan emerged from around the corner, all dressed smartly. One man clowned a joke, and the rest of the caravan laughed. Suddenly, a family by the river opened their door and splashed water, which landed right at the feet of the leader. He was only slightly startled, then turned around and laughed loudly before leaving in a carefree manner.
A hint of envy lingered in Yan Ruheng's eyes as he stared intently at the caravan's retreating figures until they disappeared from sight.
When he lowered the curtain again, Yan Ruheng had that gentle smile again, as if the basin of water had been splashed on him, extinguishing perhaps the stubborn resistance that had surfaced in his heart.
“Sister, he is not good enough for you. The punishment was too lenient.”
"I will study Qian Yingyi's preferences further."
Yan Wenying smiled and raised her chin slightly, a hint of disdain in her eyes. "I can't be bothered with him. As long as he doesn't come dancing in front of me like he did yesterday, I won't bother with him."
As for the second part, she skillfully avoided answering.
The banks of the Qinhuai River were bustling and vibrant, with people drinking and partying or enjoying themselves on painted boats. The carriage that the brother and sister were riding in had long since disappeared into this world of endless romance.
Walking west along the river for a while, you'll find a brothel with its doors wide open. A courtesan leans against the railing, laughing lightly. Her thin gauze dress seems to keep her warm even under the sun. She occasionally waves her pale arms at passersby, making a few scholars glance at her shyly before hurrying away.
In a dark room at the very back of the music hall, Qin Lizheng turned his back and said calmly, "The original plan is canceled. We'll disrupt them before they even make a move."
Because Qian Yingyi had a habit of taking a midday nap, Qin Lizheng had already left the house long before Yan Wenying and her brother were still living at the Qian family home.
The young, refined owner of the music hall was sipping tea when he heard this and turned around in surprise. "Why?"
"Just do as I say."
Chu Zhiyan pondered for a moment, noticing the man's evasive expression, and quickly understood what he meant. "Because of Miss Qian?"
Seeing Qin Lizheng remain silent, Chu Zhiyan became even more certain of his guess. He grinned from ear to ear and said meaningfully, mimicking what Qin Lizheng had said before, "I will lie in wait by Miss Qian's side and take advantage of her travels to find out about all the corrupt officials. Then I will catch them all in one fell swoop and return to the capital after the operation is over."
Qin Lizheng, as the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, had sharp eyes and eyebrows. Although he was not fierce, he was as cold as an ice pillar. Chu Zhiyan loved to tease him and commented, "I understand. He's not using me anymore. He's fallen in love."
He laughed loudly, "Then are we going back to the capital?"
Qin Lizheng glanced at him, then threw a cup at him. "Let's get down to business."
"Tsk," Chu Zhiyan seized the last moment to be glib, "It's like an iron tree has blossomed, your mind has become much more open. You're not angry when I tease you like this, but in the past you would have already drawn your sword and attacked."
Seeing that Qin Lizheng was starting to make a move, Chu Zhiyan quickly changed his expression and said seriously, "Let's get down to business, Commander, where should we start?"
Qin Lizheng uttered a name: "Lu Jue".
He said, "I remember there was a garrison eunuch in Jinling named Lu Jue. Do you know what his ancestors did?"
Chu Zhiyan composed himself and thought carefully for a while, then slapped his forehead, "A bricklayer?"
Qin Lizheng's calm face remained unchanged. He sat down next to Chu Zhiyan and poured himself a cup of tea. "This Lu Jue has been involved with pottery since childhood. He comes from a humble background and entered the palace as a eunuch at the age of thirteen. He served as a eunuch for twenty years. Later, when he got older, he choked on a walnut one year. It was the current emperor who saved his life. From then on, he was loyal to the emperor and requested to be transferred to Jinling as a garrison eunuch."
“Unlike Chang Rong,” Qin Lizheng sneered, thinking of the eunuch in charge of writing in the capital, “he is also insatiable.”
Chu Zhiyan figured it out, "Lu Jue doesn't go out often, he only stays in the capital, occasionally he likes to drink a little wine and listen to some music..."
As he spoke, he widened his eyes. "Does the commander mean I should lead him to Jiangning? To see that road that's under repair?"
Qin Lizheng nodded. "He has been exposed to this since childhood, and he can tell at a glance whether the mud used for repairs is good or bad. The secret report pointed out that Yan Yu often tries to curry favor with him, so we will use him to make Yan Yu and the others lose their composure."
The sunlight flickered and gradually shone into the dark room. Qin Lizheng tapped the table lightly and smiled. "Thirty thousand taels is not much to them, but people blinded by profit will be anxious even if not a single copper coin has entered their pockets."
"If you rush things, you'll inevitably reveal your weaknesses."
After discussing business, the two sat down to drink tea. Chu Zhiyan stood up to relax, crossed his arms, and leaned against the window, saying, "Let's get back to the point, Commander, I have to remind you of something."
He glanced sideways at the vibrant riverbank, his voice soft, “I often spend time in these dens of iniquity. I’ve seen too many men fight tooth and nail for a courtesan’s skirt, and I’ve also seen those who resort to underhanded tricks. In this world, it’s incredibly easy to ruin a woman’s reputation. The Yan family wants Miss Qian to become their daughter-in-law, but they’ve repeatedly failed. It’s hard to say they won’t do the same.”
Qin Lizheng glanced at the riverbank, his gaze gradually hardening into a cold glint, and scoffed, "How dare they?"
Despite saying that, after leaving the music hall under the blazing sun, Qin Lizheng turned and headed towards the copper and iron workshop two streets away.
He walked along and entered a blacksmith's shop. A shop assistant came to greet him, "Oh, sir, what are you looking at? Silver bracelets, silver earrings, are they for your wife, or...?"
"Call out the blacksmith in your shop." Qin Lizheng raised his hand to stop him, placing a small ingot of silver on the ground. "I'll talk to him."
The waiter stole a glance at him and saw that he was clean and dressed in fine clothes. He looked troubled and said, "Please forgive me. My master is busy with countless things to make. He doesn't have time."
Qin Lizheng didn't waste his breath arguing with him, and instead picked up an even bigger ingot and tossed it to him.
The waiter immediately beamed with joy, holding the silver and nodding repeatedly. He then turned and went inside, pulling back the curtain. Before long, he led out a middle-aged man with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and a muscular body.
The man's surname was He. He the blacksmith had a bad temper. He was thirsty, so he drank a pot of cold tea, plopped down in a chair, and glanced at Qin Lizheng sideways. "What does the gentleman want to hit?"
"A dagger, the kind women use."
Blacksmith He closed his eyes to catch his breath. "What style do you want?"
"The most basic one will do, but there's one crucial point: it must be able to cut iron like mud."
After saying that, Qin Lizheng took out two dull silver rings from his pocket and gently placed them in front of the blacksmith He, saying, "Please take a look and see if the engravings inside can be restored."
He the blacksmith took it, got up and went to the door. He looked at it obliquely in the sunlight. The body of the ring was mottled, and the place where the words were engraved looked like it had been hit and was dented. It was also a delicate job. He said, "What's so difficult about this? Just melt it down and re-engrav it."
Qin Lizheng said, "My requirement is not to melt it, but only to restore the original inscription, and not to touch anything else."
He the blacksmith glanced at him and laughed, "How did you know I had such exquisite skills?"
Qin Lizheng focused his gaze only on the jewelry on display. "If I couldn't tell the difference, I wouldn't have come to you. Of all the shops around here, you are the only one who is careful."
The pair of silver rings were engraved with his and his brother's childhood names, which he treasured over the years and always wore close to his body. However, he recently discovered that the words on them had become blurred and illegible, so he decided to have them repaired together.
He the blacksmith forced a smile, turned his back and walked inside, saying only, "You have a good eye for people. Come back in five days to pick it up."
As the sun shone brightly, when Qin Lizheng returned to the Qian residence, Qian Yingyi had just woken up from her afternoon nap. Her slightly loosened bun, her eyes half-closed, and her chin resting on her hand, sat under a tree, lost in thought and silent.
He glanced around, then stepped forward softly, his voice gentle, as if afraid of disturbing her lingering languidness, "Where are Xia Ling and the others?"
Qian Yingyi glanced at him, but the light was too bright and made her eyes uncomfortable, so she lowered her head again and said, "You went to the front to collect your monthly allowance. What were you doing? I didn't see you before I went to bed."
Seeing that he didn't answer, she said again, "Never mind, it's not important. You should go and collect your monthly salary. I'll sit here for a while longer."
"Are you hungry, Miss?"
Qian Yingyi lazily asked, "What?"
Qin Lizheng turned his hands, which were tied behind his back, and handed her a package of oiled paper, saying, "I bought this by the river."
"You went out?" Qian Yingyi looked at him suspiciously, took the oil paper package and opened it. It was cloud cake, and she couldn't help but be surprised again. "I had a dream during my afternoon nap, and when I woke up I was thinking of eating this. You just happened to buy it. What a coincidence?"
Qin Lizheng leaned against the tree trunk, his gaze lingering on her for only a moment before quickly shifting away to look at the courtyard gate. "What kind of dream did you have?"
It can't be some kind of nightmare again.
Qian Yingyi took two small bites of the cloud cake, which was sweetened with sugar and melted in her mouth. She snorted and pouted, saying, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
"How could I not understand? Miss didn't say anything."
Perhaps it was because he won the glass incense bottle for her that Qian Yingyi felt there was less "opposition" and more "peace" between them. She glanced around and, seeing that no one was around, placed the cloud cake on her lap and said in a sinister tone, "I dreamed of the Embroidered Uniform Guard."
"They were investigating a case in a house, ransacking it, searching everywhere, and in the end they even killed the people. It was terrifying."
Do you know about the Embroidered Uniform Guard?
Qin Lizheng turned his head to look at her.
Her expression was lively as she spoke, as if she were actually there. She wore a sunset-colored vest embroidered with flowers and a few fluttering bees. Her soft voice, coming from her parted lips, made her even more playful and cute.
He let out a smile through his lips, "I know."
"Hmph, I knew the Embroidered Uniform Guard was no good," Qian Yingyi said, scratching a stray hair that fell from her temple. "I saw the Embroidered Uniform Guard ransacking houses when I was in the capital. Although it wasn't as scary as in my dream, it was still annoying. They were all fierce and menacing. My mother led me away to avoid them, and they even kicked my newly bought rabbit lantern far away."
Qin Lizheng blinked but didn't say anything.
After a long pause, he suddenly asked a question that veered off-topic, "Does Miss dislike bloodshed?"
Qian Yingyi's eyes widened. "Oh my, what are you saying? Have you ever seen a lady from a respectable family shouting for bloodshed? I'm a beautiful woman, which of your eyes sees me associated with bloodshed?"
Thinking that he must have seen her slap Yu Minsen twice, Qian Yingyi felt a little guilty. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and said, "I... I hit him that day because I was angry. I don't usually hit people. All the ladies in the houses outside say I'm very polite."
She was sore-mouthed from talking, and seeing that he still didn't respond much, she thought to herself, "Why bother explaining so much to him?" So she went back to her room to make tea, but then remembered that she was holding a cloud cake, so she decided to put it on the stone table first.
Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred. As Qian Yingyi lowered her eyes, a small insect fell from the tree and landed on the cloud cake with a "plop"!
When she realized it was the soft insect she feared most, her clear eyes widened, and she screamed "Ah!" She tossed the cloud-shaped cake into the air, lifted her skirt, and ran to the eaves.
Startled, Qin Lizheng took two steps forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qian Yingyi's scalp tingled, and she trembled all over. She frantically pulled her sleeves up around her body, on the verge of tears, "There's a bug! There's a bug! It fell from the tree!"
Qin Lizheng looked around in astonishment before finally finding the worm on the cloud-shaped cake. Then he stared at Qian Yingyi, who was stomping her feet back and forth on the shallow corridor, almost jumping up and down. He had never seen her like this before and was momentarily stunned.
Watching the little insect fall down, Qian Yingyi felt that she might have a few on her body as well. She sat under the tree for almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
After a moment of shaking, with no insects falling, Qian Yingyi grew increasingly anxious and tormented. Ignoring everything else, she shouted, "Lin Zheng, come here!"
Qin Lizheng hurried over, and she approached him almost in the blink of an eye, opening her arms to him. The two empty sleeves fluttered gently, giving him a strange feeling.
It felt like if I lifted them, I could hold her in my arms.
Qian Yingyi's ever-changing face showed a hint of shyness as she pouted and said, "Check me, see if I... if I have any bugs on me."
Seeing that he hadn't moved, she urged again, "Hurry up!"
Qin Lizheng snapped out of his daze, leaned down and approached her, his eyes fixed on her clothes. "Don't move."
Qian Yingyi froze on the spot, watching his gaze slowly move down from her shoulder to around her. For a moment, she felt that he wasn't actually looking for insects.
An inexplicable sense of unease spread through her, yet she dared not make a move, keeping her neck taut. "Is there? And behind me too?"
"Turn around."
As she turned around, the gaze became even more intense. Fearing that there might be a bug, Qian Yingyi dared not turn back, afraid that this movement would allow a bug to escape.
The red apricots on the courtyard wall were so dense that they looked like a red rain. When a breeze blew, they brought a sweet fragrance. Suddenly, Qian Yingyi realized that there was no sound behind her.
"...Lin Zheng." She asked softly, "Are you still there? Are you still there?"
After a long pause, a young man's voice came through, soft and rustling, "Still here."
As he spoke, his breath fell lightly on the back of her ear and neck, and this man, whom she had always thought was somewhat rugged, seemed to suddenly become gentle...
"There are no bugs, Miss, don't worry."
When he turned around, he had already retreated quite a distance. That breath, steaming hot, seemed like a fleeting illusion, like the gentle breeze just now, gone in an instant.
She was still a little uneasy, so she looked around and asked again, "Really not?"
To his surprise, he frowned slightly and took a few steps closer, saying, "Don't move."
She was so frightened that she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet.
A moment later, he plucked something from her shoulder and tucked it between his fingers. Qian Yingyi immediately recognized it as a leaf!
She was instantly furious, feeling like she'd been tricked. She clenched her fist and punched his shoulder a few times. "You dare lie to me! I'll teach you to scare me!"
When he tried to teach her another lesson, his fist was blocked by the scabbard.
Qin Lizheng glanced down at her puffed-out cheeks and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're so strong, and you still call yourself refined?"
Qian Yingyi abruptly withdrew her hand, her face gradually turning red.
As luck would have it, the maids who had received their monthly wages returned in droves. Qian Yingyi glanced at them, as if she suddenly felt emboldened. She glared at him, raised her chin, and headed off in that direction.
Qin Lizheng watched her from afar, recalling how he had shamelessly used that brief moment to openly look at her. He suppressed his thoughts, realizing that she probably didn't want to see him again, and turned and left Yunteng Pavilion.
The moon hung high in the branches. After dinner, just as Qin Lizheng had predicted, Qian Yingyi got angry even when she saw him standing to the side, so she told him to stand far away.
He then went to catch insects in the house with Xia Ling and Chun Tang, but still felt that there were still some on his clothes.
"Xia Ling! Look more carefully! I've looked over it four or five times. I can't see it clearly, but those bugs look disgusting. They fall down and curl up in a ball. Who knows where they might be coiled up in some embroidery or lining? You have good eyesight, oh dear, take another look!"
"...Miss, I've looked at it at least eight or ten times, my eyes are sore from looking at it, but it's really not true."
Qin Lizheng listened quietly, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Suddenly, with a crisp "thud," it sounded like some piece of jewelry had fallen to the ground.
A moment later, Chuntang opened the door and came out, holding a hairpin in her hand, and was about to walk towards the west wing.
Qin Lizheng had a sudden thought and quickly walked over to stop her.
Chuntang tilted her head and looked at him, her face full of confusion.
Qin Lizheng was silent for a moment, then awkwardly raised his arms to gesture at her, asking what had happened.
It took Chuntang a long time to understand. She figured he wouldn't understand the meaning of her gestures, so she spun around and went to the west wing to get paper and pen, and wrote down the reason for him.
After understanding the meaning from above, Qin Lizheng realized that Qian Yingyi felt uncomfortable because a petal had broken off the hairpin, so she ordered Chuntang to put it away and send all the incomplete jewelry to be repaired when the opportunity arose.
Qin Lizheng glanced a few more times at the swaying shadows of the window screen, then suddenly asked Chuntang for a pen, wrote down a few words, and said that he would repair the hairpin if he gave it to him.
Chuntang was surprised and didn't quite believe it.
Qin Lizheng nodded his chin again.
Just then, Little Tortoiseshell appeared out from some corner and saw the two standing there. Suspicious, it snatched the paper and took a look. How could it not understand?
He repeatedly assured Chuntang, saying that the young lady hadn't been in a good mood lately and that fixing the hairpin would cheer her up, or that the young lady had worn this hairpin a lot in the past and must like it, so it was better to fix it sooner rather than later.
After gesturing for a while, my arms were a little tired.
Chuntang finally felt relieved, handed the hairpin to Qin Lizheng, and then went back into the house.
This time, it was Little Tortoiseshell's turn to be unhappy. She put on a stern, aggrieved face, and said, "I did help you! But I haven't even had a proper conversation with her yet!"
Qin Lizheng put away the hairpin, glanced at him, and smiled, revealing half of her lips, "Then shall I help you again?"
“…Never mind,” Little Tortoiseshell leaned lazily against a pillar, then suddenly asked, “You really like Miss?”
Glancing towards the main room, the boy looked at Qin Lizheng with a hint of pity in his eyes. "You're not good enough for him in terms of status and position. What you're doing is just wishful thinking."
Qin Lizheng chuckled, not arguing with him, only asking him to keep an eye on things while he went out again.
The little hawksbill turtle followed behind, asking, "It's already dark, where are you going?"
All that answered him was a gradually fading silhouette.
Just as the shop assistant at the He family's blacksmith shop was about to lock the door, a person hurriedly walked around the corner and stopped him.
The shop assistant looked closely and realized it was the same generous young official from earlier that day. His heart skipped a beat, fearing that the official might change his mind, so he quickly said, "Sir, our shop is no longer doing business."
Qin Lizheng took out another silver ingot and tossed it to him, then went to the shop to find He the blacksmith.
"What did you say you wanted to do? A hidden weapon?" Blacksmith He was sitting cross-legged on a chair, eating a bowl of plain noodles.
Qin Lizheng remained calm and casually gave some pointers, "Yes, the dagger from earlier today... I won't make it anymore. Please melt down this hairpin, hollow it out, install a mechanism inside, pull out a thin string, and connect the other end to a petal on the hairpin head. Also, hollow out these three strings of pearls and put in some insect-repelling spices. I will send the spices and the thin string together tomorrow."
"What an ingenious mechanism! I wonder what you intend to use it for, sir?" He the blacksmith asked with a hint of wariness. "If it's for murder, please take back the money you received during the day. I don't do that kind of business."
"Don't worry, it's just for self-defense." Qin Lizheng never liked to explain things too clearly, only stating its purpose.
He the blacksmith stared at him for a long time, then checked again and again before telling him to come back in ten days to pick it up.
When they returned to the Qian residence, Qian Yingyi had already retired for the night.
With the hawksbill turtle on guard duty for the first half of the night, Qin Lizheng finally had some free time. He went back to his room to rest, took out two booklets, and began to read them one by one.
It was a book I bought at a bookstall in the afternoon.
But the further I looked, the more my brow furrowed.
Finally, he simply slammed the booklet onto the table.
What kind of clever tricks are these to please women? They're just smooth talk and deception.
After his initial disgust, he didn't want to read another word, so he lit a silver lamp, took it outside, found a secluded and deserted spot, and intended to burn the booklet to ashes.
The firelight flickered. Qin Lizheng, her eyes lowered as she watched the paper turn to ash, was lost in thought, her mind drifting back to that small section of her fair neck. There were two thin, winding blue veins on her neck, barely noticeable...
The faint flame popped open with a "crack," and Qin Lizheng felt as if he had been burned. He took a deep breath and waited a moment before cleaning up the soot before turning back to the dark room.
Taking out the notebook, Qin Lizheng habitually picked up his pen to write down some trivial matters.
Just as he was about to put down his pen, he paused, flipped through the pages for a while, and caught sight of the beginning related to Qian Yingyi, describing her as spoiled and difficult to please. Qin Lizheng put down his pen for the time being, couldn't help but smile, and slowly tore off those pages, recopying his own part.
As for Qian Yingyi's part, he haphazardly crumpled it into a ball in his palm, intending to take the silver lamp and burn it again, before getting up and then bending over to sit back down.
Slowly, he spread out the papers, looked at them for a while, and then, perhaps laughing at himself for being completely taken in by her, he finally just put the papers away in a corner that only he knew about.
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—Such a boisterous person, afraid of insects? The way she jumped around was adorable; it pleased me greatly. The clothes she wore today suited her well; she looked beautiful. Chu Zhiyan's words made some sense. I wasn't always by her side, I disliked bloodshed, and I was afraid she might hurt herself with the dagger, so I gave up on that idea.
—Her sideburns covered her broad forehead, and her ears resembled two jade discs joined together. This line reminded me of her.
—If she were to tell me that I was also a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, would she accept it?
He would never kick her rabbit lamp.
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Author's note: Qian Yingyi: How strange, why do I feel that he is gentle?
Qin Lizheng: What books on pleasing women? It's not as fast as figuring things out on my own.
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