His voice was low, elegant, and filled with a perpetual smile.
Stunned, Fuyao lost control of her grip on the railing and broke it with a loud crack.
She looked up. Above, the curtain was rolled up by the maidservant. The person in the pavilion was holding the strings of the zither and looking at her with a faint smile. Her black hair and light purple robe were scattered in the wind. She was as elegant as the bright moon in the still water and as elegant as the clouds in the high sky. Her brilliance was infinite and unparalleled.
He was indeed a beauty, a male beauty!
The beauty stood up and strode across the pavilion. Leaning forward slightly, a face that could make one's heart beat faster and suffocate approached. It was so close that it was almost touching Fuyao's cat face. His long eyelashes were almost touching her, and his breath was like a pine orchid's, carrying with it the cool breeze of the lake.
Fuyao was almost rippling with the lake water. "Aren't I always the victim of you …" she murmured.
Before she could finish her sentence, she sneezed in a very ungraceful and unpleasant manner.
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled and extended his fair, slender hand to her.
Fuyao's gaze fell on his palm. His skin was smooth and well-defined. Sigh, his intelligence was straight and long, and he was exceptionally intelligent … His feelings were deep, just a little tangled … How many marriage lines? One …
Just as she was letting her imagination run wild, the person above her suddenly laughed. With a light tug of his finger, she flew up and landed in the pavilion in a black arc. She landed right behind the muslin curtain and saw the slingshot under the feet of a certain scoundrel. She immediately found the culprit.
The culprit ran away when she saw her climbing up. Fuyao pounced on it and grabbed it fiercely. Without waiting for it to struggle, she rubbed her face against its furry body and cried, "Oh, Ingot, oh my baby, oh my Lord Ingot, I missed you so much …"
Poor Ingot struggled with all his might, but he still couldn't escape her evil clutches. He struggled and looked back at Yuan Zhaoxu for help. Yuan Zhaoxu smiled and watched from the side, just as he had watched Fuyao fall into the water.
By the time Meng Fuyao was done expressing her love, admiration, and longing for Yuan Bao, the snow-white, noble Oracle Divine Mouse had already turned into a wet rat with patches of yellow and white fur. Meng Fuyao had already wiped her dirty face clean on it.
Only then did she let go of the fat rat with a smile and stomped on the damn slingshot.
Sir Ingot rushed to a bright pearl in the corner of the pavilion, looked at himself in the mirror, and uttered a miserable shriek.
Plop!
A small wave splashed on the surface of the water.
Lord Ingot, who had forced him into the water, went into the water to take a bath.
*****
After taking revenge on Sir Ingot, Fuyao turned around. Yuan Zhaoxu, who was leaning against the pavilion, looked at her with a smile. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a light purple robe fell like a cloud, covering Fuyao tightly.
He clapped his hands, and maids came in. One of them carried a small, intricate oven and pressed a thick, brocade curtain behind the veil with a stone, blocking it from all sides. The pavilion immediately felt as warm as spring. Another maid brought a set of clean clothes, which Yuan Zhaoxu personally placed on the table and flipped through them. Only then did he pass the clothes to Fuyao. "It's rare for you to be so considerate." Just as she was about to enter the room to change, he suddenly said, "Do you mind changing together?"
"Pfft!" Fuyao turned around in shock. Just as she was about to sternly reject such an erotic request, she saw Yuan Zhaoxu's finger pointing at the surface of the water. Then, a certain fat rat climbed up along his finger, sneezing noisily.
Meng Fuyao's face darkened in anger at the guy's deliberate misinterpretation, but she was delighted to see Ingot in such a sorry state. His naked appearance was not as graceful as usual. His white hair was clumped together, dripping wet, and there was a large pink patch on his belly. Meng Fuyao flicked his finger, and Ingot opened his mouth to take a bite. Laughing loudly, she grabbed Ingot and ran into the curtain.
Yuan Zhaoxu was left behind, leaning against the pavilion railing with a faint smile, listening to the man and rat bickering behind the curtain.
"Hey, did you enjoy your bath?"
"Squeak squeak!"
"Hey, can't you speak human language?"
"Squeak squeak!"
"Oh, I forgot that you're a rat and can't speak human language. Sorry, sorry …"
"Squeak!"
Yuan Zhaoxu tilted his head slightly as he listened, a smile gradually appearing in his eyes. Compared to his usual misty and erratic smile, his expression at this moment was genuine and warm.
He looked at the veil with a smile. The light from the oven cast a shadow on the bright yellow curtain. A beautiful neck, slender arms like delicate jade bamboo, and an amazing curve at the waist, smooth and beautiful. Further down, a moving arc like a pipa being played upside down, up and down, all of which were loved by the Creator.
The winter pavilion was facing the fire, the brocade curtain was filled with spring. Someone, however, was completely unaware that she had been seen naked. She suddenly turned sideways, and her well-developed chest drew a heart-pounding arc on the curtain. It was hard to imagine that a person's body could grow to such perfection, not a bit more slender, not a bit less voluptuous.
Yuan Zhaoxu slowly turned his gaze to the center of the lake. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Is the tube top suitable?"
"Ah!"
The shadow on the curtain jumped in fright. She then scurried around in a comical manner, probably trying to find where Yuan Zhaoxu had peeped from. He even knew that she was wearing a tube top. After a round, she realized that the curtain was tightly sealed. Then, she remembered how she had exposed herself and quickly extinguished the fire in the furnace.
The fire extinguished and the curtain darkened. The lively female body was nowhere to be seen, but Yuan Zhaoxu was smiling … The fire was not an ordinary fire used to warm one's body. It was made from the iron tree on the Firmament Snow Mountain. The fire was used to condense Qi and stabilize the spirit, but it was too domineering for ordinary people. Although she had a good foundation in martial arts, she could not continue to bake. Now was the right time.
He sat down lazily, picked up the white jade cup, and looked up at the blue sky, waiting.
Sure enough, after a short while, the curtain was violently flung open and Meng Fuyao strode out. Her face was gloomy as she glared at Yuan Zhaoxu with her big black eyes. Unfortunately, Yuan Zhaoxu ignored her and raised his glass to her. "Does it suit you?"
Meng Fuyao's face darkened. "It's too big."
Yuan Zhaoxu slowly took a sip of wine and did not speak. Just as Meng Fuyao was feeling proud of herself, she suddenly heard him murmur, "Why would I think it's too big? Don't tell me your chest has shrunk again? "
…
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky helplessly. She decided not to bicker with this unscrupulous fellow. She sat beside him and poured herself a cup of wine. "You're so despicable," she said hatefully. "You didn't even help me when you saw me fall into the water."
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled. "The happiest thing in the world is when a beauty falls into the water in front of you. You can feast your eyes, share your clothes, and face the fire together. If the beauty catches a cold, I can take care of her on the bed and serve her medicine and tea. Why worry that she won't fall for me? I'm not a fool. Why would I miss such a good opportunity? "
Meng Fuyao was ready to pinch him when she heard his teasing tone. But as she listened, she blushed. She felt that Yuan Zhaoxu's tone was half teasing and half serious. When he said "why worry that she won't fall for me", his eyes wandered and a faint smile appeared on his face. The misty lake seemed to flow back into his eyes.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly remembered the night of the Taiyuan Palace coup. Yuan Zhaoxu's smiling gaze at her in front of the palace gates seemed to have a deeper meaning, but it was as if it was covered by a layer of paper. It was hazy and blurry, carrying a mystery that no one dared to expose.
Or perhaps, she did not want to expose it.
Meng Fuyao breathed in silently and finished the wine in her cup. By the time she put down the cup, she had already changed the topic. "Why are you here?"
It was not that she did not expect to meet Yuan Zhaoxu in Wuji, but she did not expect it to be so coincidental. It was as if someone had predicted that she would come and was waiting for her here.
However, the thought flashed through her mind. She felt that it was impossible. How did Yuan Zhaoxu know that she was coming to Wuji? How could he have guessed that she would come to this palace? Her appearance here today was entirely a spur of the moment idea.
Yuan Zhaoxu answered her nonchalantly, "I'm the advisor of Wuji's Shangyang Palace and the steward of this Canglan Palace."
"Oh, Steward Yuan." Meng Fuyao smiled at him. "Aren't you going to invite me to tour this palace?"
"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Yuan Zhaoxu held her hand. "Now, accompany me to a place that I think you will be very interested in."
"Where?"
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