After having lunch with Yao Ji in the palace, he was taken to a nearby teahouse. Yao Ji said in a soft voice: "Drink a cup of tea here. If you feel tired, take a nap on the couch over there."
, you look very tired. I’ll come as soon as I go.”
Zhang Ning responded: "The environment here is nice and quiet."
Yao Ji smiled. The voice of Ping An speaking in front of her did seem to have some magic power. She was relatively sensitive to sounds. The voice was gentle and soft, as if it was quietly ringing in her ears, and she could also distinguish the subtle feeling of breathing.
; Gentle but not at all frivolous. It is low, just like the sound of a high-end car closing the door. The sound is low, clear, no noise and has a bit of power.
She said nothing, turned and left.
Zhang Ning looked around and saw that there were no stools or chairs in this room. There were only futons or people sitting on the floor. It was a bit imitating the decoration of the Qin and Han Dynasties, simple and elegant. He knelt down next to a table by the bamboo window and saw the table on the table.
There was a Go game and a chess board. It was roughly a place where you could play chess. In addition, there was a vase with fresh plum blossoms. But of course he was not in the mood to play chess now. He was still thinking about the military situation in the north of Jiujiang Prefecture.
, I just don’t want to show my anxious mood today. Sometimes, whether you want to cry or make a fuss, it’s useless, just like Wu Yong before his death in a nightmare.
Someone came in after a while, it was the girl serving tea. Maybe it was because he had not had sex with women for a long time, Zhang Ning couldn't help but notice this girl. She was wearing a light red cross-collared wide sleeves and a long white skirt.
In this room, which is deliberately decorated with simple gray and white dim tones, a light red dress is like an embellishment, making everything lively... just like the bouquet of plum blossoms in the vase.
I intuitively feel that this girl does not look like a maid serving tea and water. She has a very good temperament. Although her breasts are not big, her figure is slim and graceful. In short, she is a girl who makes people look comfortable.
"Please take it easy, Your Majesty." The young lady knelt down next to her and carefully placed a cup of tea on the table. There was no tea leaves in the crystal clear glass cup. The tea should have been brewed and then poured into the glass cup. Zhang Ning picked it up.
I took a sip and tasted the tender leaves of spring tea.
"By the way, do you want to hear the flower language of plum blossoms?" Zhang Ning said suddenly. The girl was just about to get up when she heard this sentence and asked curiously: "Flower language?" Zhang Ning nodded without explaining, Chinese is very magical.
Even if it is a new word, you can roughly understand it from the literal meaning. Trying to explain it would be superfluous.
"Well!" The young lady showed a forced smile, knelt down again, and boldly looked at the handsome face of the man in front of her. Her eyes showed a hidden sadness. This kind of look was too familiar to Zhang Ning. Occasionally, people would look at the man who was similar to her.
Similar people create a sense of identity.
He looked at the plum blossoms in the vase and said gently: "Elegance, refinement, loyalty, inner temperament reflected in conversation and behavior."
The girl's face turned slightly red, as if she was a little embarrassed. Women would not refuse compliments. Obviously Zhang Ning was not talking about plum blossoms, because plum blossoms do not have "talk and behavior".
That low and gentle voice seemed to be whispering love words in the ear, "The language of flowers has its origins in allusions. In the Sui Dynasty, a scholar-bureaucrat visited Luofu Mountain. At night, he dreamed of drinking with a plainly dressed woman. The woman was fragrant.
There was another boy in green, singing and dancing happily. When the sky was about to break, the scholar woke up and found that he was sleeping under a big plum tree, with a kingfisher singing on the tree. It turned out that the woman in the dream was
It is the plum blossom tree, and the boy in green is the kingfisher. At this time, the moon has set, the stars in the sky have also tilted sideways, and the scholar is alone and melancholy..."
The girl listened attentively and whispered: "Although the ending is not satisfactory and a bit sad, it's not bad, it's beautiful." Zhang Ning nodded, holding the glass cup and said, "The tea is brewed very well, thank you.
.”
This sentence meant to see off guests. Unexpectedly, the young lady came closer and said softly: "I will help the prince to rest on the couch next to him for a while."
Zhang Ning felt that what she said suddenly was a bit abrupt, so he said: "I'm not used to lying down during the day, so I'll just sit here for a while, and Mrs. Yao will come over soon."
"Madam won't come, she asked me to serve the prince," the young lady said.
"I see..." Zhang Ning paused and thought for a moment, "Then I have to say goodbye and come back another day to ask how my mother and concubine are doing."
The young lady grabbed his sleeve and said, "You can have me! I will satisfy the prince."
Zhang Ning was stunned for a moment and was very surprised. Didn't he just say a few words to this little girl and now he was about to go to bed? It was more straightforward than picking up girls in the bar in his previous life. If the person in front of him was the familiar Gu Chunhan or Xu Wenjun
, of course there is no problem; the problem is that he doesn't know this girl at all. Yao Ji's men... are not his harem. Zhang Ning doesn't think it is a good thing to have sex with Yao Ji's people casually.
And if you are seduced by a strange woman after just a few words, this must be a man's weakness, a weakness that can easily be exploited.
He felt that it was inappropriate to say anything else. In short, he was rejecting a woman's embrace, so he stood up directly and wanted to leave here first. Unexpectedly, the girl who was kneeling on the ground stood up and hugged her.
His calf: "If you leave, I will die."
Does she mean that she will be punished if she fails to fulfill Yao Ji's order? But when it comes to killing her own men because of this, I'm afraid it's a bit serious. Zhang Ning said kindly: "Don't worry, Mrs. Yao is not that kind of person."
"No, it's not because of this." There was a frightened trembling in Xiao Niang's voice, "I should have died. As a swordsman in white, I escaped and was unfortunately captured again. Mrs. Yao cannot tolerate betrayal. According to the rules, I will die."
There is only one way to die... But she promised me that as long as she serves the prince well once, she will spare my life. If the prince is willing to kill me, I can do whatever he wants."
After hearing this, Zhang Ning thought to himself: This is strange, I am not a real stallion... Although it seems to be not bad, I can play with women and save her.
When the young lady saw that Zhang Ning was standing still, she let go of him and stood up. She carefully opened her belt, shrank her shoulders, and then pulled down her shirt, exposing the skin on her shoulders. The clothes fell to the ground.
Next came the undressing, and Zhang Ning did not stop her during the whole process.
"I'm not lying to you. Look at the injuries on my body. I was tortured before..."
Zhang Ning turned her head, and sure enough she saw blood-red whip marks on her chest and breasts, and bruises from her collarbone to her waist. She turned around, and her back was also covered in scars. Her young body was white.
His skin was so abused, which really made people feel pity. His eyes fell on the plum blossom petals in the vase again, and he had an association in his heart. Beauty is really like a flower, beautiful, but so fragile.
He raised his hand and gently placed it on the girl's slightly raised breasts. Her body trembled slightly, and she stood still, looking like she was picking at will. But Zhang Ning's fingers only touched her scars.
, asked: "Does it still hurt?" The little girl raised her head, with tears shining in her eyes, and a little surprised. She finally couldn't help but carefully reached out her hand to touch Zhang Ning's face, but finally gave up.
She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt very much, it doesn't matter."
"May I have your name?"
"Xin Wei." The naked girl threw herself into his arms and rested her head on his chest.
Zhang Ning whispered: "A young lady, after finally getting rich clothes and fine food, regretted it. In the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there is no freedom and no one can appreciate her appearance. She is unwilling to..."
Xin Wei changed her soft movements and began to undress Zhang Ning impatiently. Her cold hands touched the skin on Zhang Ning's chest. Then she touched the thing, and the hard touch made her feel that she didn't need more.
That's a lot of effort. She lay on her back on the floor and said, "Come on, come in." Zhang Ning said, "I'll lie down, you come up." Xin Wei thought to himself: He felt that the floor was hard and cold.
Does it hurt the wound on my back? Is that so?
She prepared hesitantly, and finally sat down on her own. Her thighs suddenly twitched, and her face turned pale. She bit her lips and made a dull sound. Although the sound was suppressed and dull, it was in the quiet room.
The inside was extremely clear. In an instant, Zhang Ning realized that this was the first time for this little girl.
...Afterwards, she silently wiped the blood stains on the wood of the floor with a hand towel, which was confirmed again. However, blood stains are the hardest thing to wipe away. Even if you wipe them repeatedly, you can still find faint traces if you look carefully.
Xin Wei had already packed up, knelt down and said softly: "Your Majesty, I'm leaving." Then the concierge's soft "creeping" sound was heard behind him. It seemed that it was just a breeze blowing, and nothing had ever happened.
Zhang Ning knelt down in front of the table again and reached out to hold the glass cup. The tea in the cup had already become cold, but it was still drinkable.
After sitting for a while, Yao Ji came in, but the attendant stayed outside the door and did not come in. Zhang Ning hurriedly stood up and bowed in salute. Yao Ji said: "Is she still in line with Ning'er's wishes?" Zhang Ning said with a smile: "The body is still intact.
But it’s not entirely fun.”
"You are so..." A smile appeared on Yao Ji's face. An extremely beautiful face, not only a decoration in this quaint house, but also seemed to make the whole space illuminated and beautiful. When Zhang Ning looked at her
, only then did she realize that Yao Ji, who was so beautiful, had almost no gold or silver jewelry on her body, only a pair of gold and gemstone earrings on her ears, which were very small. Her fingers casually caressed the black hair beside her ears, making the earrings stand out.
Natural and gentle, this action made her look suddenly more gentle.
Zhang Ning said: "The earrings my concubine is wearing are very beautiful."
Yao Ji shook her head slightly, not taking it seriously, and said: "I promised Xin Wei that as long as she has served you, I will spare her life. However, she has been a servant for a period of time and knows the situation of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and various branches very well.
Clearly, if we turn around and seek refuge with outsiders, our true identity will be revealed. What should we do? I don’t want to make a mistake...I just want to say that I spared her, and I would be very happy if you ordered her to be executed now.