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Chapter 53, a short story, which she secretly read.
It is said that Cui Qing and Lu Jinlian were cousins, but Lu Jinlian was born out of wedlock and was sold into marriage to Wu Dalang.
Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on him; Wu Dalang was indeed a useless fellow.
On their wedding night, Wu Dalang climbed into bed, but after only a few breaths, he slumped down beside her like a dehydrated cucumber and fell fast asleep.
Lu Jinlian stared at the top of the tent with her eyes open. The flame that had just ignited in her body could not be extinguished, and it burned her body unbearably.
From then on, it happened every night.
Each time, only three to five breaths are enough to keep one awake at night.
As Lu Jinlian's mind wandered, the person who appeared in her mind was her handsome cousin.
If I had married my cousin back then, I would have been content even if I had been a concubine.
What would it be like to embrace someone like that every night?
Thinking of this, Lu Jinlian felt hot, sticky, and wet, and her cheeks couldn't help but turn red.
Coincidentally.
The moment a window support pole is lowered, it's a wonderful beginning.
Cui Qing turned around and saw a pair of foxy eyes that had been filled with resentment for years and were used to seeing alluring women.
Cui Qing's glance made Lu Jinlian feel breathless and her heart pound.
She felt that gaze scrutinize her from head to toe and from bottom to top.
She felt as if every place he had looked at was on fire.
Thus, morality declined, and humanity became distorted... and a dramatic story began...
It is also said that Cui Qing and Zheng Ping'er were indeed cousins, but due to infighting among the various branches of the Zheng family, Zheng Ping'er was married off to the wealthy merchant Hua Zixu.
Unfortunately, he misplaced his affections, as Hua Zixu spent his days fooling around outside, and his body had long been hollowed out.
Hua Zixu married her merely to keep her as a decoration in his home.
In the early days of their marriage, he managed to keep up with her, but as time went on, he would come home and fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, without even touching her.
Zheng Ping'er was left alone in her empty room, listening every night to the cats in the neighboring yard calling for mating, their calls making her feel incredibly itchy.
Could it be that her beauty will fade in vain, and she will waste her nights like this?
After taking a bath, Zheng Ping'er couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror.
Her body was as white as a peeled egg, full where it should be and slender where it should be, even more voluptuous than before she was married.
As she touched her waist, a figure suddenly came to mind: her handsome cousin.
It was also destined.
An accidental bump into someone leads to another romantic entanglement.
The impact was solid; Zheng Ping'er's soft, warm body pressed against her, then tingled and numb as it pressed down. In that instant, she felt her legs go weak.
The impact was sudden, and Cui Qing's chest was jolted quite hard by Zheng Ping'er's force. He instinctively grabbed her waist, feeling its delicate shape.
Their eyes met; one was fair and delicate, the other dashing and debonair, and each had their own thoughts.
And so, morality collapsed again, and humanity became distorted once more... and another dramatic story began...
At midnight, Yang Zhengdao put down his pen.
very perfect.
Looking at the still-wet ink on the hemp paper, the first volume of "Spring Screen Curtain" was finally completed.
Before the invention of printing, such novels were naturally best disseminated by storytellers, but unfortunately, the Tang Dynasty did not have the teahouse storytelling of later generations.
Therefore, Pingkangfang became the preferred place to spread this romantic story.
Thinking of the scenes in the book, Yang Zhengdao couldn't suppress the sly smile that appeared on his lips.
He rubbed his wrist and added a few more lines at the end of the scroll.
Poetry:
In her secluded chamber, autumn waters seemed to hold a drunken stillness, her delicate eyebrows like spring mountains in harmony with her emotions. Leaning against the railing, she lifted her embroidered shoes, the candlelight flickering like a dream. One sound, one sound, each sound dampening the lotus seedpod.
Another poem says:
Sorrowfully, she seemed about to weep, yet the warbling of orioles greeted her. Fallen petals stained crimson, her loose robes lost their verdant hue, but her fragrance lingered. The curtain swayed, the curtain swayed, and pearls and jade fell onto the painted screen.
As the saying goes, "If you can read three hundred Tang poems by heart, you'll be able to write poetry even if you can't."
If one memorizes 50,000 poems from the Complete Tang Poems, then piecing together a few lines of elegant and sensual verses will be a piece of cake.
Thus, these two "Like a Dream" poems, suitable for singing, with melody set to the falling cherry blossoms and sung by a songstress, will surely add a touch of vibrancy to the story.
The following day, Yang Zhengdao went to visit Xi Youniang.
As soon as they entered the inner room, they saw Xi Youniang sitting against the headboard, holding a bowl of porridge in her hands.
Although she ate slowly, she swallowed each bite steadily.
Xi Junmai stood guard beside him, his eyes and brows brimming with undisguised joy.
Upon seeing Yang Zhengdao enter, Xi Junmai stood up and bowed.
Xi Youniang put down her bowl, her eyes brightening, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Youniang greets Master."
"Don't move! Don't move!" Yang Zhengdao saw that Xi Youniang was about to struggle to get up, so he quickly stepped forward to stop her.
He casually touched her forehead; it felt cool, indicating that her high fever had subsided and her condition had stabilized.
"Young lady, are you still coughing?"
Xi Youniang shook her head, then nodded, and whispered, "I just... I coughed for a little while this morning."
Xi Junmai chimed in, "He slept soundly last night and didn't cough at all. He even said he was hungry when he woke up this morning, so he asked A-Wu Niangzi to bring him some porridge."
Yang Zhengdao smiled and nodded, which put his mind at ease.
Li Erzhun's one-day sick leave was over, and he still had to go to the Wude Hall to practice martial arts.
This time, in addition to Xi Junmai, who stayed by Xi Youniang's side to take care of her, Yang Zhengdao prepared to bring all his guards.
He was still shaken by the fall from his horse outside Yanxi Gate yesterday.
But as she was about to leave, Su Hongyi blushed and said that she was not feeling well that day.
That's here?!
But that doesn't affect horseback riding!
In the Tang Dynasty, it was common for women to ride and hunt, let alone Su Hongyi, who wore a traditional Hu-style outfit every day.
With a trousers that fit snugly at the crotch as a base layer and a padded jacket on top, even menstruation wouldn't hinder one's ability to gallop on horseback.
Although Yang Zhengdao had doubts, he didn't think much of it after recalling the indiscriminate use of his hands yesterday.
Su Hongyi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Yang Langjun nod.
She felt that the legend that Yang Langjun had written in his study last night must be reported immediately.
Who would have thought that this young master Yang was so talented, writing such a vivid and colloquial legend?
The first volume of this legendary work is already over ten thousand words long.
She sneaked into the study at the fourth watch and copied until the fifth watch when Uncle Liu got up. There were still more than a thousand characters left to copy.
She could have finished copying it, but the legend was written too explicitly... too captivating.
Those scenes seem to leap off the page, making one feel unbearably ashamed and unable to look directly at them, yet they also stir one's heart and make one unable to stop.
So that's how it was...
So that's how things could be done?!
Without thinking, she started reading with a flushed face, which delayed her copying.
Su Hongyi couldn't help but recall Yang Langjun's hand from yesterday.
He must be a frivolous person to write such a seductive... and vulgar legend.
Thinking of this, she felt her cheeks burning.
"Is the woman in red sick? Why is your face so red?" Nazha, dressed in a more fitted outfit, teased with a wink.
"I'm fine." Su Hongyi could no longer maintain her aloof image. Under the strange gazes of the crowd, she stomped her foot and fled the front yard.
Yang Zhengdao shook his head, feeling that Su Hongyi was acting strangely today.
Immediately, his eyes widened in surprise.
Could it be?! This girl secretly read the short stories he wrote!?