It was late at night. Wan'er sat alone behind the nanmu table, with a soup bowl in front of her.
It was a wooden bowl made of birch root nodules. This kind of bowl would not crack when filled with boiling water, nor would it break when dropped. It would not burn or freeze one's hands. It was light and sturdy, and it could preserve the original taste of the food. Wu Zetian liked this kind of tableware very much, and Shangguan Wan 'er was also given a set.
There were natural patterns on the wooden bowl, forming a variety of patterns. The patterns on Wan'er's wooden bowl were like the old branches of a plum tree. Looking closely, there seemed to be plum blossoms on it.
The bowl was filled with medicine soup, which was dark red and emitted a strong smell of medicine.
Wan'er looked at the bowl of medicine soup, and her expression kept changing. It seemed that she was struggling in her heart. After a long time, she summoned up the courage, as if she had made a big decision. She resolutely picked up the bowl of medicine soup that had already been warmed, raised her head, and gulped it down.
After drinking the medicine soup, Wan'er seemed to be relieved, and her expression became relaxed. She put down the bowl and gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a silk handkerchief. Unexpectedly, her eyes fell on the windowsill. There were two vases with slender necks and long waists, each with a bunch of orchids in full bloom. Sitting there, one could smell the delicate fragrance of the flowers.
"Waiting for an order. The bath is ready. The bottom has been simmered with charcoal. The water temperature will not drop for the next four hours."
Two palace maids walked into the room and curtsied to Shanghai Wan'er. Wan'er, who was staring at the orchids, woke up with a start.
In the palace, Wan'er and Tuan'er both had a large number of trusted eunuchs and palace maids. Because Wan'er handled a lot of government affairs for Wu Zetian, she also had many confidants in the Imperial Guards. It was not a coincidence that she could trust Xie Xiaoman to act as a go-between for her and Yang Fan.
These two palace maids were also Wan'er's confidants. Even so, Wan'er did not want them to know what happened tonight. It was not that she was worried that they would gossip behind her back, reveal some information, or inform someone, but it was a girl's instinct of shyness.
Wan'er nodded and said, "Okay, you go back and rest. I will read a book and then take a bath."
One of the palace maids blinked and said, "Do you want us to take a bath?"
Wan'er took a book from the table and casually flipped through it, "Oh! No need. I have taken a bath in the afternoon. I just need a simple wash before going to bed. "
"Yes!"
The two palace maids bowed to her and retreated.
Wan'er was reading the book with a look of concentration on her face. But as soon as the two palace maids left, she jumped up like a little rabbit and tiptoed to the door. She stuck her head out and carefully closed the door. Then she returned to the table and sat down. She took out a pack of red candles from under the table.
This candle was made from the bark of a kind of ash tree. This kind of tree would give birth to a kind of insect. The insect would live on the trunk and branches of the tree, relying on the tree sap to survive. They would secrete a kind of sap, which was the raw material of this insect wax.
This candle would burn for a long time. The candle of this candle was made from the bark of an ash tree. Because this candle was very expensive, even Wu Zetian could not use it every day.
But Wan'er remembered very clearly that every time Wu Zetian summoned Xue Huai Yi or Imperial Doctor Shen to bed, she would take these candles from the palace treasury. The next morning, when she entered Wu Zetian's palace to arrange for the empress' lover to leave, she could smell a very faint but strange fragrance that made people feel very comfortable.
Tonight was the big day she decided to give the body she had guarded for twenty-five years to her man. She could not get married in a grand way, nor could she have the dragon and phoenix candles burn all night long. She had to make her big day as grand as possible, because this was the only time in a lifetime.
That was why Wan'er had specially brought out a few of these special candles from the palace treasury. Usually, she was the one who brought out these candles for Wu Zetian. She did not have to worry that Wu Zetian would run to the palace treasury to check the number of candles. Wu Zetian did not keep records when she slept with her bedmates. Even if she went to check, she would not remember it clearly.
Wan'er lit the candles. First, she changed the lamp on the table, then the antique shelf, the dressing table … the candles everywhere were replaced with red candles that could burn all night long. She then looked at the bed. It was also a brand new bedding and curtains. Wan'er let out a light sigh and had a peaceful smile on her face.
As the candles burned, a fragrance filled the room. Just a light sniff was enough to make people feel relaxed and happy. She did not know that the fragrance from the burning candles not only soothed emotions and eliminated odors, but also had an aphrodisiac effect.
But tonight, she wanted to give herself to her lover who was about to go far away. She could not help but feel nervous. This unintentional action made her nervous mood inexplicably calm.
"Dong, dong, dong!"
There were three soft knocks on the door. Wan'er, who had just returned to her seat behind the table, stood up nervously and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"
"Your humble servant Yang Fan awaits the decree!"
Yang Fan did not know if there were any servants in Wan'er's room, so he answered like this.
Wan'er looked nervously at herself and touched her hair. She then said, "Oh! You … come in … "
The door opened without a sound, and Yang Fan flashed in. Seeing his vigilant look, Wan'er said, "There is no one else in the room. Lock the door."
"Okay!"
Yang Fan did not think too much about it. It was not like the day. He, a guard, entered Wan'er's room at night. It would not be appropriate if someone saw him, so he naturally had to lock the door. He did not know that the little white rabbit wanted to eat the big bad wolf tonight.
Yang Fan locked the door and walked to Wan'er's side. Wan'er became a little nervous. Her voice trembled slightly, and her tone was unnatural. She said, "Cough! You are here. You patrolled here. Did anyone see you? "
"Based on my skills, of course not!"
Yang Fan smiled proudly and looked at Wan'er's red cheeks. He looked down and saw the medicine bowl on the table. He picked it up and looked at it. He sniffed it and asked nervously, "Why does it smell like medicine? Are you sick?"
Wan'er made a mistake and forgot the medicine bowl on the table. She panicked and quickly shook her head. "No, I drank … that is a tonic."
"Tonic?"
"Oh, it is … fairy powder."
Yang Fan asked curiously, "What is that?"
Wan'er was a girl. She did not dare say that she drank contraceptive medicine. She made up a name, but Yang Fan did not stop asking. She could only blush and say, "This is … a tonic to whiten the skin. Cough! Anyway, it is something that only girls take. You don't have to ask. "
Yang Fan suddenly understood and agreed. He looked at Wan'er's current appearance. Her skin was smooth like fat, and her skin was white like snow. She was slightly blushing. She was very beautiful. He could not help but smile. "You, your skin is already so white. Why do you need to take these things? How much whiter do you want to be?"
Wan'er shyly lowered her head and said softly, "As long as you don't mind."
Yang Fan said softly, "I don't love you enough. Why would I dislike you?"
He gently lifted Wan'er's chin. Wan'er followed his gesture and obediently raised her head. Her dark eyes stared at him with deep love.
Yang Fan was dressed in a guard's uniform. He was no different from the other guards she was used to seeing. But the same uniform on him seemed to be full of a heroic and masculine aura.
Her lover had hair as black as ink. He had a sharp nose and a pair of clear eyes. They seemed to be able to shine into a person's heart. It made her flustered and her legs weak.
Yang Fan looked at the tender lips that were inches away from him. He could not help but kiss them.
"En …"
Wan'er moaned. She did not reject him like she usually did when he tried to touch her. She only stiffened slightly and then obediently opened her cherry lips. She timidly allowed him to invade. He wantonly invaded, tasted, and comforted her. Gradually, her heart became intoxicated, soft, and moist …
It was a lingering kiss. After a long time, Yang Fan gently let go of her. He gently caressed her smooth cheeks and whispered in her ear, "Wan'er, I will be going to Longyou the day after tomorrow. You will be alone in the capital. You must be well."
Wan'er's eyes quickly filled with tears. She lost herself and hugged Yang Fan tightly. She leaned on his shoulder and quietly said, "Without you, how can I be well? Without you, it is like a dish without salt. There is no taste. "
"Wan'er …"
Hearing these affectionate words, Yang Fan could not help but kiss her again.
This time, Wan'er raised her little face. She was like a little sparrow waiting to be fed. She actively catered to him and kissed him.
Her young and inexperienced actions, her warm and soft body, and her soft moans like the sound of a flute aroused Yang Fan's desire even more. His hand climbed onto Wan'er's jade peaks. Wan'er's delicate body only trembled a little. She did not press him down like she usually did. Yang Fan felt her attitude. He became even more aggressive and his hand went down the front of her clothes.
"Hiss …"
His palm grasped the tender, round, and full jade peaks. A feeling of ecstasy attacked both of them at the same time.
"Wan'er …"
Yang Fan's breath became a little heavy. His eyes were burning.
Men were easily impulsive. Wan'er, who did not know the real magic of the worm wax, used the same number of aphrodisiac candles in her room, which was ten times smaller than Wu Zetian's bedroom. The effect of the strange fragrance not only worked on Yang Fan's body, but also made her extremely thirsty.
Maybe tonight, she only wanted to give herself to her lover who was about to leave and establish a real relationship with him. But at this moment, her heart was filled with a desire that made her both afraid and thirsty. She wanted to have her lover, and she wanted to be owned by her lover.
Wan'er slightly tilted her head and put it on his chest. She used a soft and soft voice to say, "Langjun, tonight … you want Wan'er …"
Her appearance was tender and beautiful, and her voice was soul-stirring.
Listening to her muster up the courage to talk to him, Yang Fan suddenly thought of another night, another woman. The same woman threw herself into his arms, but with a different tone. That woman said, "I want you!"
And the little girl in his arms, who was trembling with shyness, had the courage to express her love to him. What she said to him was not "I want you," nor "I will give it to you." Instead, she said, "You want me …"
In the hearts of these two women, it was clear at a glance what kind of position he had.
The love in Yang Fan's heart was like a tide, surging endlessly. He could not bear it anymore. He gently bent down, picked up Wan'er's legs, and carried her horizontally. Then he walked behind the screen in the inner room …
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