The Second Master of the Red Chamber

Chapter 950 Moonlight (Part Two)

Baochai was already somewhat embarrassed when she impulsively suggested using her hands.

Seeing that Jia Lian had already assumed the posture and was clearly about to let her do it right there, she felt extremely embarrassed.

Although it was late at night and there was no one around.

However, this act of performing the rites of Zhou Gong under the open sky was still somewhat beyond her acceptable range.

So he advised, "Let's go into the hall."

Jia Lian shook his head without hesitation: "No, right here. This place has a better atmosphere."

Moreover, the lighting in the hall was too dim, making it impossible for me to see my daughter's face clearly.

"But it's too cold outside."

"I'm not afraid of the cold."

If you feel cold, I can take off my robe and put it on you.

Seeing that Jia Lian insisted on staying outside, Baochai, who was well-versed in human relationships, knew that she couldn't keep refusing Jia Lian's request during such a romantic time.

So she could only give Jia Lian a doting, flirtatious look, and then lower her head to undo Jia Lian's trousers and robe.

Suddenly I remembered that I had climbed over the wall before.

Although servants regularly wipe the walls of Hengwu Garden, it is impossible to keep them completely free of dust.

So he looked up and asked, "Is there water in the hall?"

"What do you ask for this?"

"I'll wash my hands first; they must have gotten dirty when I climbed over the wall."

Upon hearing that the beauty had this consideration, Jia Lian temporarily set aside his anxiety and said:

"I had tea here this afternoon, but I don't know if Qingwen and the others cleaned up the kettle and other things."

Even if the kettle is empty, there is a water vat at the base of the courtyard wall behind the hall.

However, that water is so cold it's almost bone-chilling, it can't be used to wash hands.

"It's too much trouble to heat water with a stove now, so let's just forget about it. I don't mind..."

Wherever there is a main building in the Ning and Rong mansions, there is always a water vat in the corner of the wall nearby.

This is also so that in case of a fire, it can be extinguished immediately.

Jia Lian grasped Baochai's delicate hand and caressed it, as if he wanted her to hurry up and not worry about the details.

Baochai smiled and said, "Why rush? Just wait here, I'll be right back."

Seeing that Baochai insisted on getting up, Jia Lian had no choice but to say, "Alright, I'll help you light the stove."

I was thinking of lighting the stove to boil a kettle of water, which I might need later.

However, Baochai stopped Jia Lian.

Baochai never considered herself a spoiled person.

It's obvious that Jia Lian, that lecherous scoundrel, is already impatient. Going to boil water at this time would be deliberately torturing him.

It's just a simple hand wash, why make it so complicated?

So she walked into the hall alone, and with a quick glance, she spotted the kettle on the side of the coffee table.

I walked over and picked it up; it was a little wobbly, clearly indicating that there was water inside.

I moved it to the shelf and poured some into the sink.

But her gaze fell on the west hall.

By the dim light of the entrance hall, one can see the hibiscus-patterned bed and the mandarin duck brocade quilt inside.

Everything was arranged thoughtfully and warmly.

Baochai's face flushed involuntarily.

Clearly, that lecherous man had no intention of letting her go tonight. After coaxing her and doing some teasing things, he was bound to take her inside and have sex with her.

After a moment of shyness, I couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

It was obvious that Jia Lian was lusting after her body. This could be seen from the fact that before he went to war, he had to trick her into coming home and torment her inside and out.

He was such a free-spirited person.

When he was in Tianjin, he always made Ying'er kneel on the ground to serve him.

However, knowing that she was shy and unwilling to be too intimate with him in Hengwu Garden, he had been holding back his feelings towards her for the past few days since returning to the capital.

It seems he made thorough preparations until today, when he finally lured her up the mountain at night to enjoy their intimate moments.

He went to such lengths just to be intimate with himself.

Therefore, it was reasonable for him to make that request.

I failed to understand his feelings for a moment, rejected him, and even misunderstood him.

But instead of holding a grudge, he immediately comforted her the moment he saw her upset.

His concern was evident in his words.

With a husband like this, what more could a concubine ask for?
With these thoughts in mind, Baochai didn't care at all that the cold water was freezing as the year drew to a close. She carefully washed her bare hands.

He took out a handkerchief he had prepared beforehand from his sleeve, washed his hands, and then came out.

Jia Lian was clearly looking on expectantly, as if he was about to go in to find her if she didn't come out soon.

As she approached, he immediately took over her hands.

Perhaps sensing the coldness of her hands, Jia Lian showed a look of heartache: "You've worked so hard, Chai'er..."

Baochai smiled and said, "It's just washing my hands, what's so hard about that?"

But before she could speak, Jia Lian's expression suddenly changed, and he said, "Quick, sit down and I'll warm you up."

Baochai hadn't yet figured out Jia Lian's meaning, but she simply sat down following his lead.

Then Jia Lian freed one hand, quickly pulled up his robe, and with lightning speed stuffed her two cold little hands inside.

This scene left Baochai completely stunned.

It took her a moment to react, and with her cheeks flushed, she scolded playfully, "What are you doing..."

"Let me warm you up. This is the warmest part of my body."

"Pah, who asked you that?"

Baochai pulled her hand away, not wanting Jia Lian to get cold.

She was genuinely puzzled after discovering that Jia Lian wouldn't allow it.

I can't understand why this strange, even somewhat mentally challenged man is the same person as that world-famous hero.

Adhering to the principle of cherishing one's own husband, she kindly said, "You'll get cold..."

"Chai'er is overthinking it."

After Baochai entered the hall, Jia Lian removed his belt and handkerchief beforehand.

That's why he was able to insert Baochai's delicate hand so quickly and smoothly.

This was, of course, a spur-of-the-moment decision.

When he first touched Baochai's icy-cold little hands, he suddenly remembered that Qingwen had served him like that before, and he wanted to test Baochai's effect.

Seeing that Baochai didn't quite understand, he whispered in her ear, "Chai'er doesn't know, but your little hands are actually quite charming when they're so cold."

"Why don't you give it a try, Chai'er?"

Baochai felt that her brain was being eroded by strange knowledge.

He nestled silently in Jia Lian's arms, watching Jia Lian tightly protect his hands. When he felt his cold little hands touch Jia Lian's skin, it seemed that he did not experience any discomfort.

After hesitating for a long time, she closed her eyes and resignedly took his hand.

Sensing that Jia Lian gasped for breath, she quickly opened her eyes and asked worriedly, "Are you cold?"

While restraining Baochai's small hand that was trying to pull away, Jia Lian lowered his head and smiled, "No, it feels very comfortable."

"Bah~"

Baochai spat, finally casting aside her last shred of hesitation.

Then she obediently nestled in Jia Lian's arms and began to serve him gently and meticulously.

As Baochai's small hands quickly warmed up, the stimulation to Jia Lian naturally diminished.

Jia Lian stopped watching Baochai's movements and instead lay back completely on the soft chair, one arm around Baochai's soft body, his eyes gazing contentedly at the dark night sky.

There could never be a more perfect moment.

Jia Lian enjoyed himself, but the beauty in his arms suffered.

It was already inconvenient for Baochai to be nestled in Jia Lian's arms.

Moreover, with Jia Lian's robes blocking her way, her small hand quickly became powerless.

Thinking that Jia Lian was so despicable, he was bound to use these "strange skills and tricks" to humiliate people.

Since he said he wasn't afraid of the cold, Baochai didn't care about that anymore.

With his hands free, he was about to pull Jia Lian's robe down even further.

She had originally intended to remind Jia Lian to cooperate, but before she could even make a move, Jia Lian lifted his buttocks, allowing her to achieve her goal very easily.

Their coordination was so perfect that it could be described as having been refined through countless trials. Even Baochai, who was still quite naive, couldn't help but sense that something was amiss, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She didn't have time to think too much about it, because she found it was indeed more convenient now.

Nestled in her husband's arms, her body completely enveloped by his arms and cloak, in such a tranquil and warm setting, the things she was doing no longer seemed shameful, but rather sweet and enjoyable.

Moreover, she used to almost always lie down, letting Jia Lian do whatever he wanted to her.

Even though there had been an incident where she played the flute with her delicate hands, she was too ashamed to look directly at him because of Jia Lian's attention.

But things seem different now.

The environment was dim.

Secondly, she was now quietly hiding in Jia Lian's arms, and from Jia Lian's relaxed posture, it was clear that he was not paying any attention to her movements.

Therefore, even the reserved Baochai couldn't help but take this opportunity to secretly examine the object in her hand.

Although I felt extremely ashamed, I was also certain that this thing was not as filthy as I had imagined.

And just as she knew Jia Lian had invited her to admire the moon tonight, she would take a bath and wash up beforehand.

Jia Lian had obviously also taken a bath before coming to see her.

At this moment, she was so close that she could even smell the lingering scent of the fine soap on Jia Lian's body.

In light of this, Baochai suddenly thought: it might not be so unacceptable to actually try it.

Suddenly, he shook his head, forcefully shaking off this shameful thought.

But this caused her to curl up more and more in Jia Lian's arms.

My head was getting closer and closer to my left hand, and my vision was becoming clearer and clearer.

Jia Lian was completely unaware that Baochai was secretly admiring his prowess; he simply lay there contentedly, feeling that the world was so wonderful.

It was so wonderful that he felt like falling asleep, but he couldn't bear to.

Suddenly, a slight warmth came from below, which quickly turned cool.

Jia Lian's dazed brain cortex paused for a moment, then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked down.

Everything was exactly the same as what he had seen before.

Baochai's cheeks were still flushed, and she kept her eyes closed, nestled in his arms.

The only difference was that, perhaps because she had been in one position for too long, her head was now lower than before.

Even through the small amount of skin peeking out from her thighs, I could feel her warm breath.

"Is it raining?"

Jia Lian looked up at the sky and thought it didn't seem right.

So he glanced at Baochai again, but couldn't see anything amiss.

Is it an illusion?
Jia Lian scratched his head, completely baffled.

If I can't figure it out, I'll just stop thinking about it.

Because of this provocation, Jia Lian was no longer sleepy.

Feeling a chill, he touched Baochai's face and asked with a smile, "Good Baochai, are you tired?"

Baochai opened her eyes groggily and nodded slightly.

Jia Lian immediately laughed and said, "Since you're tired, let's leave this matter aside and get down to business."

Baochai remained silent, simply removing her hand quietly.

Then Jia Lian stood up, quickly straightened his trousers, bent down to pick up Baochai, and strode into the hall.

After his elaborate scheme, Jia Lian had Baochai covered in sweat.

He let Baochai nestle obediently in his arms, and they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

At this moment, Jia Lian could no longer hold back. He lifted Baochai's chin and asked with a smile, "Little Baochai, tell me honestly, when we were outside earlier, did you sneak a bite when I wasn't looking?"

Baochai was taken aback, then turned her head away: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Hehe, good, I didn't expect my Chai'er to be such a two-faced little glutton!"

He said he didn't want it, but secretly he seemed quite curious about something.

I almost fell for your trick.

After exercising, Jia Lian's mind became surprisingly clear.

After repeated analysis, the only correct answer can naturally be obtained.

Baochai frowned, seemingly genuinely unaware of what Jia Lian was saying.

But after being stared at by Jia Lian for a long time, she finally couldn't hide it anymore, and a hint of shyness and panic appeared on her face.

I don't know what you're talking about...

It's getting late, let's head back.

"Hahaha……"

Baochai's panic and urging to go back undoubtedly gave her away completely.

Jia Lian could no longer restrain himself. He immediately pulled Baochai's jade-like body back, pinning her beneath him, and teased her with a laugh:
"Good girl, since you've already tasted it, why not go all the way and let your brother have a turn..."

Baochai turned her head away and ignored her.

Jia Lian had a knack for dealing with women like this.

However, after a few clever tricks, Baochai was left breathless and could no longer maintain her goddess-like demeanor. She glared at Jia Lian with a fierce but weak expression.

"Let me go, or I'll get angry..."

"You're still angry? Shouldn't I be the one who's angry?"
Before, you begged me so much that you wouldn't agree, and you even cried in front of me, but then you secretly tried it behind my back.

Do you think they should be punished?

Seeing that Jia Lian was certain, Baochai could no longer deny it.

She truly regretted her actions; she shouldn't have acted out of curiosity.

But you can't blame her for that.

It's all that little brat Ying'er's fault. She always eats so heartily in front of her, as if she's afraid someone will steal it from her.

She had been holding back for a long time, and only when she was sure that Jia Lian was asleep did she quietly stick out her tongue, just to taste what it tasted like.

I never expected Jia Lian to be so quick-witted.

He woke up immediately.

If she hadn't reacted quickly, she probably would have been caught red-handed on the spot.

"Let me up..."

Although he still asked her to let him go, his tone was very weak and filled with guilt.

"I won't let you go. Unless you accept my punishment..."

Having committed a wrong, Baochai was powerless against Jia Lian's shameless behavior.

In the end, she could only look at Jia Lian and say softly, "Second brother just favored her, does he expect her to give herself to you again? What kind of person does second brother take her for..."

Uh.

Jia Lian wanted to say that it was nothing, as beauties like Qin Keqing didn't mind at all.

However, considering that she was now facing "the pure snow of a hermit in the mountains," asking her to do something like appreciating the flute afterward seemed too much to ask.

Jia Lian couldn't help but glance into the hall.

Baochai saw through Jia Lian's intentions at a glance, and she became quite annoyed.

She pointed her finger at Jia Lian's forehead and said coquettishly, "You, you, Sister Feng was right, you're just a shameless person!"
"Are you really willing to do anything just to humiliate someone? Aren't you afraid of getting frostbite?"

Perhaps intimidated by the powerful aura suddenly emanating from Baochai, Jia Lian involuntarily sat up.

Baochai brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and smiled at Jia Lian, who looked defeated and regretful, saying, "Alright, you're such a grown man, why are you still acting like a child?"

If you really want it, then...

"At worst, they'll agree to let you have your way once you're inside..."

Perhaps because she had just been favored by Jia Lian, Baochai found that saying the last sentence was not as embarrassing as she had imagined.

Perhaps she has fallen completely in love with this man and is willing to do anything for him.

Jia Lian was still regretting that he hadn't reacted immediately and missed a golden opportunity.

Upon hearing this, he immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Really?"

Baochai hadn't expected Jia Lian to care so much about this matter. Looking at his expectant eyes, she suddenly felt a strong urge to do it properly for Jia Lian next time.

Otherwise, why not seek advice from that brat Ying'er?

Seeing that Baochai nodded, Jia Lian showed no more displeasure.

Putting aside the fact that he has always been a calm and collected person.

Asking Baochai to play the xiao for him was more like achieving a great accomplishment.

The timing isn't that important; what's important is that it must be completed!
So they stopped arguing and, after dressing each other, Jia Lian stopped Baochai from making the bed and picked her up by the waist, carrying her down the mountain.

Finally, at the same spot under the west wall of the backyard of Hengwu Garden, he kissed Baochai goodbye, helped her onto the top of the wall, and only after hearing the sound of her landing safely did he turn back to the main hall and his study.