Chapter Thirty-Two p2
Bo Chi stopped in time, put her outer garment back on her shoulders, and coughed lightly: “Of course, we are both women, this set doesn’t apply.”
“Oh?” Yu Zhao’s smile deepened, and she said seriously: “But I like you very much, young lady. If you want to repay me with your body, it’s not impossible.”
“Huh?” Bo Chi didn’t expect her to be so easily seduced, and said in shock: “Aren’t you deeply in love with Ling Zheng?”
Yu Zhao narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly: “We are meeting for the first time, young lady, but you know so much about my affairs. Thinking about it this way, it’s really unfair.”
Bo Chi hurriedly patched things up: “The Yu family of Jingzhou is a scholarly family with a hundred-year heritage, and your ancestors have even served as imperial tutors. So prominent and noble, outsiders have naturally heard of your marriage with the current leader of the martial arts alliance.”
“Is that so?” Yu Zhao glanced at her meaningfully, saw her nervously clutching her skirt, not even realizing that she had exposed a section of her soft and smooth thigh, just nodding her head, and couldn’t help but lick her lips, her smile deepening: “Then can the young lady talk about her own affairs, so that Yu Zhao can have a bottom line?”
Bo Chi immediately turned her mind, stumbling and trying to create an image of a ‘martial arts heroine accidentally injured’.
And opposite her, Yu Zhao held her chin with one hand, her eyes wandering around her body, glancing at the spring scenery under the red dress from time to time.
When the two maids brought dinner to the carriage, Bo Chi was also talking dry-mouthed and hungry.
Yu Zhao considerately sat up straight and said softly: “Miss Chi’er is hungry, right? Come and eat more.”
Bo Chi was moved by her thoughtfulness, and said tearfully as she took the chopsticks: “Thank you, Miss Yu Zhao, you are such a good person!”
“We hit it off at first sight, just call me Ah Zhao.” Yu Zhao casually lifted her skirt and covered the alluring scenery.
The two maids didn’t see anything, put down the food and obediently retreated.
After eating, Bo Chi still wanted to talk excitedly, but her body, which had lost too much blood, couldn’t support her energy. She could only lean on Yu Zhao’s shoulder as she spoke, and soon fell asleep with a long breath.
It gradually became quiet outside, and everyone began to rest.
The sound of rain not far away was not too loud or too soft, adding a bit of rhythm to the quiet midnight.
In the low-key and luxurious carriage, Yu Zhao placed Bo Chi flat on the soft fox fur bed, then took out a jade bottle from her sleeve, shook out a small pill with her wrist, and stuffed it into Bo Chi’s mouth.
Bo Chi, who was asleep, ate it without any precautions, didn’t taste anything, and subconsciously bit Yu Zhao’s slender white fingers, muttering and grinding.
Yu Zhao looked down at her, saw that she was drawing an alluring and charming makeup, but had an innocent and charming appearance of an ignorant girl, and couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.
Their demonic cult was full of vicious people who pretended to be good people.
When did a little sheep disguised as a big bad wolf run in?
She hadn’t been back for a few years.
This demonic cult had really raised a treasure.
Yu Zhao curled her lips, amusedly teasing the girl’s soft tongue.
Bo Chi was disturbed, and finally retracted her head into the thin blanket, avoiding the rogue’s teasing.
The next day, the sky was slightly bright, the rain had stopped, and the mountain road had been washed. Although it was not easy to walk, the terrain could already be seen clearly.
The carriage set off shakily, Bo Chi woke up yawning, and noticed that the pain in her waist had lessened, and said happily: “It seems that in less than two days, I can take off the white cloth!”
“Congratulations.” Yu Zhao nodded to her and reminded: “The martial arts world is dangerous, you must be more careful when you go out in the future.”
“Yes, yes.” Bo Chi responded briskly, and then pulled her: “Where were we just now? Oh right, it was your fiancé Ling Zheng, who often goes to brothels when he’s on business trips…”
After walking for two or three days, they finally returned to the Yu Mansion.
Because Bo Chi had fabricated the image of a penniless female knight, she shamelessly asked to stay and work. Others had concerns, but they couldn’t do anything about the cold and reserved Yu Zhao. Under Yu Zhao’s insistence, Bo Chi finally stayed as a new maid. Her daily task was to chat with Yu Zhao, and she didn’t even need to pour tea or grind ink.
Bo Chi deeply felt that Yu Zhao was a good person now, and was embarrassed to bully her. All she did every day was to report Ling Zheng’s misdeeds to Yu Zhao, persevering in destroying this marriage and Yu Zhao’s mission – [Become Ling Zheng’s only wife.]
Yu Zhao never had any reaction to her words, and always focused on her every move.
But the maids who occasionally served tea and water were very unhappy to hear it. Finally, one afternoon, when Yu Zhao was called to the front hall, they caught Bo Chi under the eaves.
Bo Chi didn’t notice, and smiled radiantly: “Sisters, what’s the matter?”
Her face was still beautiful after removing her makeup, her smile was innocent and sweet, and her almond eyes looked at people, almost making people want to pinch her.
And this behavior had always been Yu Zhao’s exclusive right. The several maids like Green Dress and the others, even if their hearts were moved, were embarrassed to do it. But because of this, their tone softened, and the original reprimand became a discussion: “Don’t always speak ill of Young Master Ling in front of Miss in the future. Young Master Ling is the leader of the martial arts alliance, handsome, elegant, and extraordinary, and he is also Miss’s fiancé. If you speak ill of him every day, what if Miss takes it to heart and develops a dislike for Young Master Ling?”
Bo Chi blinked, thinking that this was her purpose, of course she had to keep talking.
Besides, she wasn’t lying, why should she cover up for Ling Zheng?
Bo Chi’s confidence came up, and she insisted: “I’m telling the truth, although Ling Zheng is the leader of the martial arts alliance, a young hero, he often goes to pleasure houses! Our Miss is so gentle and weak, how can she marry such a playboy?”
Green Dress wavered for a moment and whispered: “Isn’t it a man’s nature to be romantic? As long as he marries Miss, he will naturally restrain his temperament and only have Miss in his heart.”
Bo Chi hummed: “What if he doesn’t? Do you want to watch your Miss wash her face with tears after marriage, not seeing her husband all day, and being like a young widow?”
Green Dress exclaimed, covering Bo Chi’s lips, and chided with playful reproach: “You silly girl, how can you speak so bluntly?”
Bo Chi looked at her innocently.
Green Dress blushed inexplicably, her hand retracted as if it had been burned, and she bit her lip: “Anyway, anyway, you should talk less nonsense. It’s fine if we and Miss hear it, but if the master, madam, or the young masters who admire Young Master Ling hear it, then you’re finished!”
“—What’s finished?”
Before Bo Chi could answer, a curious voice interjected, and said with a smile: “You are the maids beside my sister, right? Why aren’t you doing your work, and all laughing and joking here?”
Green Dress and the others immediately saluted, and said with lowered eyebrows: “Greetings, Third Young Master.”
Third Young Master Yu Zhou casually told them to rise, his gaze fell on Bo Chi, who had remained motionless, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said eagerly: “This younger sister is so unfamiliar, could it be the girl that my sister picked up some time ago?”
Bo Chi blinked, nodded and asked: “Weren’t you and Yu Zhao both called to the front hall? Why are you back, and Yu Zhao hasn’t come back yet?”
She spoke directly, without the tactfulness that Yu Zhou was used to, but rather the unrestrained style of the martial arts world that he had in mind. For a time, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he was not angry but very happy to reply: “Sister is on her way back, you’re looking for her… What do you want with her?”
After saying a few literary words, Yu Zhou couldn’t help but change his words, gave up the scholarly elegance he had cultivated for many years, and said freely: “She’ll be back soon, don’t be in a hurry to find her, talk to me first. I heard you’re from the martial arts world? What’s the martial arts world like? Do you all drink and eat meat in large quantities? How is the money compensated for frequent fights in inns? Does the winner pay or the loser pay? Is Brother Ling Zheng’s long sword really made of thousand-year-old cold iron? Then he always wears the sword on his waist, won’t he be frozen into paraplegia?”
Bo Chi: “…”
It was the first time she had met someone more talkative than herself.
And the other party didn’t give her a chance to speak at all, chattering non-stop, as if he had thrown out all the questions he had accumulated over the years.
Bo Chi’s head hurt from listening, so she simply covered her ears and made an excuse: “I saw Ah Zhao, I’ll go find her!”
“Hey?” Yu Zhou anxiously went to pull her: “Wait a minute, I haven’t finished asking.”
Bo Chi turned her body, her toes lightly tapped the ground, and amidst the sudden exclamations of the maids, she stepped over the lotus leaves in the pond and left with fluttering clothes.
The original owner left behind too many martial arts skills, and it was Bo Chi’s first time encountering the martial arts world. Although she had the help of memory, it was still difficult to master, and she could only take it one step at a time.
And among swords, spears, swords, whips, fists, and palms, Bo Chi chose lightness skills first.
Because she was relatively cowardly, she didn’t dare to fight, she could only practice lightness skills and run away at critical moments.
Returning to where Yu Zhao was, Bo Chi entered the room. In order to avoid encountering any Third Young Master or Fourth Young Master again, she simply started to meditate and practice.
After practicing for two or three days, she exhaled a long breath, opened her eyes and saw that Yu Zhao hadn’t returned, so she decided to rest first.
Just as she took out the black and white chess pieces by the beauty couch, a gust of wind blew through the window, blowing in light pink petals.
Bo Chi’s attention was immediately diverted, she turned her head to look outside, and saw a row of flowering trees planted outside the window. At this time, the season was just right, the flowers were blooming brilliantly, pink, white, and purple intertwined, like a beautiful painting.
Bo Chi was interested, jumped out of the window lightly, her figure blending into the flowering trees, and soon returned with her body full of petals.
She held fresh flower branches in her arms, carefully selected them, and made a beautiful bouquet.
Then she skillfully tied a bow, and the gift for Yu Zhao was freshly made!
Bo Chi was very satisfied with her work. Hearing Yu Zhao’s instructions from outside the door, she hurriedly closed the window and secretly hid behind the bookshelf.
After a while, the door opened, and Yu Zhao called out gently: “Chi’er?”
Bo Chi didn’t make a sound, her eyes full of sparkling smiles, waiting for her to come over and surprise her.
However, after a sound, there was no movement outside the bookshelf, it was quiet as if there was no one there.
Bo Chi waited and waited, full of doubts. She didn’t hear the sound of the door opening again, so Yu Zhao should be outside?
She couldn’t figure it out, and couldn’t help but poke her head out from behind the bookshelf.
At a glance, the doors and windows were closed, and there was no one in the room. Yu Zhao seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
Bo Chi was dumbfounded, and muttered in confusion: “Could it be that this person is a groundhog and can run away by burrowing?”
“Heh…”
As soon as she finished speaking, a low chuckle suddenly sounded behind her, the distance between the two so close that the other party’s shallow breath sprinkled on the back of her neck.
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The author has something to say:
Yu Zhao: Looking at my wife’s white legs openly.
Maids: Let us see!
Yu Zhao: Get lost.
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