Red Mansion: Fuyao River and Mountain

Earl's Mansion, Jia Cong Courtyard.

There was a heavy rain in the yard, with thunder and lightning, as if the sky and the earth were collapsing. On the bed in the main house, there was a beautiful figure, as white as snow, and graceful and charming.

Zhishao folded her hands across her chest, trembling with fear. She tried to find many topics to talk about, but her words were full of shyness and embarrassment, and her words were full of cute evasion.

Jia Cong spread out the thin quilt on the bed to cover Chunguang's beautiful body. He spoke softly and chatted with her.

“Third Master, we used to be in the East Road Courtyard. You said we have been together since we were young. Have we ever been like this?

I don't mean to be in love like this, I mean, Master San knows what I mean."

Since Zhishao returned to the mansion, she has heard many stories about the masters and maids in the mansion. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. Suddenly she remembered this topic to make an excuse.

It was also because she was curious about those vague memories and always felt that there was something missing in her heart.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "When I was in the East Courtyard, I was beaten severely by the master once and almost lost my life. After waking up, I forgot a lot of things.

But later I slowly remembered that when you entered the mansion at the age of six, you were not even as tall as the chairs.

I can't even remember what you looked like back then. I just remember that you were an ordinary little girl, not as pretty as you are now when you grew up.

According to the rules of the mansion, when the young masters and young ladies were young, every autumn and winter, their personal maids had to stay by their beds to keep them warm.

At first, we both slept in the same bed every winter, but when you were nine years old, it became inconvenient.

At that time, I was neglected and there was often no good charcoal in the room in winter. You didn't dare to burn charcoal in the room at night for fear of something happening in the middle of the night.

So every time after sunset, you would light the incense burner in the corridor and put my quilt on it to warm it up so that I could sleep well at night.

You were worried that the quilt would be caught on fire by the fumigation cage, so you stood in the corridor, your face and hands were red from the cold, and when you came into the house you acted like a spoiled child and asked me to warm you up.

At that time, you were only about nine or ten years old, and you had to worry about managing your life, which was really not easy. "

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This night was supposed to be their wedding night. There was no bridal sedan or red dresses, no guests coming to the house. There were only the two of them whispering and chattering about old times.

Zhishao was intoxicated and calmed by Jia Cong's gentle words. For a moment, she felt like she was in a cloud.

Jia Cong thought about the past carefully, and he could not suppress the love in his heart. He could not help but put one hand into the thin quilt and move it up and down.

The snow-white skin is tender, the jade peaks and valleys are beautiful, and in a trance, the scenery is half-hidden.

Zhishao screamed and twisted and turned over, trying to escape from the happy and playful crowd, but her attempts to dodge were unsuccessful.

Jia Cong's constant disturbing hands made her gasp for air, her whole body went limp, and her hands around her chest loosened slightly.

Jia Cong reached behind her back to untie the straps of her bellyband.

I don’t know whether it was because Jia Cong was too excited and confused, or because it was the first time in his life that he had touched this thing on a girl.

All his former wisdom and excellence seemed to have disappeared. After pulling on the belt for a long time, it became tighter and tighter, as if it had turned from a loose noose into a dead noose.

Zhishao saw Jia Cong tossing and turning on her back for a long time. She felt her skin being scratched constantly and laughed out loud because of the itchiness.

When Jia Cong heard her laugh, he felt even more embarrassed and was determined to untie the tangled knot so as not to be laughed at by the girl.

Zhi Shao couldn't help but remind him in a trembling voice: "Third Master, you pulled it the wrong way, the wrong way."

Jia Cong looked at the torn belt and had no idea where to start, so he finally gave up hope.

Somewhat unwillingly, he said, "Zhishao, this thing of yours is so strange and amazing, how did you tie it on yourself?"

He even reached his hands behind his back and tried the movements he imagined, but ultimately found them unimaginable.

Zhishao's face flushed red, and she even forgot to be shy. She burst out laughing at Jia Cong's teasing, and covered her mouth with her hands, with a mischievous smile in her bright eyes.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Zhi Shao, let's not have this bellyband anymore. I'll give you the best one as compensation. It doesn't matter how much you want. You can get any shape you want."

Zhishao suppressed her smile, shook her head and said, "That won't do. I learned the line embroidery method from Qingwen, and I spent a lot of time embroidering this one.

I've only worn it for a few days, it's still brand new, and I never wear anything I buy outside, only the ones I make myself."

Jia Cong smiled bitterly and said, "Zhi Shao, you won't ask me to make a bellyband for you, will you? This is much more difficult than writing eight-part essays to pass the imperial examination."

Zhishao couldn't help laughing again, stretched out her bare arms, and gently stroked Jia Cong's face.

From the bright eyes, to the high nose bridge, to the clear and perfect lines of the mouth, the girl has a pair of beautiful eyes, full of sparkling light and infinite love.

Blushing, she said, "I can't bear to let Third Master do this kind of thing, so I'll do it myself, and do it in the style Third Master likes."

Seeing her shy words, Jia Cong couldn't help but teasing her, "I like this style."

Zhishao felt her whole body burning hot, and her voice was so low that it seemed inaudible: "Then I will do this from now on."

Jia Cong kissed her on the face, but reached his hand behind her and applied a little force. With a ripping sound, the beautiful bellyband was torn.

This time he didn't throw it outside the tent, but placed it gently next to the pillow.

Having lost her last barrier, Zhishao became bolder, staring at Jia Cong with a pair of bright eyes that showed some helplessness and dissatisfaction.

This made him even more impatient to climb up the slender, trembling, soft, fragrant and red-dewed peak.

The girl was so embarrassed that she called out in a trembling voice, "Third Master, be gentler."

Jia Cong gently lifted the thin quilt and explored the beautiful peaks and valleys. The undulating mountains extended out in beautiful lines, making him linger.

The two red candles on the dressing table were burning brightly and flickering in the stormy night wind.

The candlelight shone through the ivory-white, semi-transparent soft gauze curtains, bringing with it a hint of pink halo, illuminating the inside of the bed curtains clearly, yet making it seem ambiguous.

Inside the bed curtains, the girl's slender and graceful body, flawless as jade, with graceful curves, could eclipse all the beauty in the world.

Jia Cong covered her gently and carefully. Zhishao's body seemed to be in emergency. She subconsciously straightened her slender waist.

The seemingly slender body burst out with amazing flexibility, making Jia Cong fall into the silky fullness and delicacy, intoxicated.

At the moment of touch, the girl could not help but let out a sigh, as if the touch of passionate love vibrated and echoed in the depths of her soul.

A pair of slender legs subconsciously kicked and struggled on the bed, until Jia Cong reached out and hugged the pink, smooth and slender legs, and then they slowly calmed down.

The heavy rain outside the window was still pouring down. The noisy and dense rain sounds obscured the broken moans and gasps inside the bed curtains.

The perfect fit of their skin ignited all the fire in their hearts, and seemed to be able to burn everything in the world.

Zhishao's immature body gradually adapted to the soul-stirring touch, and her taut waist slowly stretched out like a blooming bud.

She couldn't help but hug Jia Cong's strong waist, waiting for him to gently lift her up from her shoulders, and letting him kiss her lips.

Until his body slightly arched, and with an indescribable obsession and attachment, he groped forward.

The heavy rain outside the window, the low rumbling thunder, and the momentary light that flashed across the sky covered up Zhishao's scream.

The strong wind from the night rain poured into the room, blowing the soft gauze bed curtains and creating ripples.

There were faint moans and suppressed sobs coming from within the bed curtains.

Even though Zhishao's mind had become confused and lost, her arms were still tightly wrapped around Jia Cong's waist, and she was reluctant to let him go.

Just like the collision at the beginning of heaven and earth, the slow temptation and the rapid rush, life is plowed out into a new trajectory.

The bed was like a small boat on a calm lake, swaying gently in the rising waves, gradually becoming more and more violent, and finally being submerged in the raging waves.

The red candle on the dressing table was burning brightly, with red and crystal candle wax hanging down, illuminating the constant movement in the soft smoke curtains.

The half-burned red candle could no longer withstand the raging rain and strong wind outside the window, and suddenly went out while swaying.

The room became dim, and in the soft smoke-covered bed curtains, two young figures were intertwined and entangled, whispering to each other, and showing their endless love.

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The wind stopped and the rain ceased overnight, a faint light shone through the glazed window lattices, and the whole room woke up from the darkness.

The soft smoke curtain was slightly disturbed, and a jade-like arm with smooth skin stretched out and groped back and forth on the floor in front of the bed.

Another hand inside the bed curtain was pulling tightly at the opening of the curtain. Even though there was no one else in the room except them, Zhishao seemed afraid of revealing what was going on inside the curtain.

Every time she touched clothes, she would pull them into the tent with a rustling sound. When she found something wrong, she would gently throw them out, as if she didn't want Jia Cong to know that she had touched the clothes on the ground.

After trying twice, she finally touched a shirt, and she felt a little excited, even though it was Jia Cong's underwear.

She put on her inner garments before she dared to stick her upper body out of the tent, but her bellyband had been torn by the Third Master, so she could no longer wear it.

Although the room was dark, a faint light came in through the glass windows, which made it much more convenient than groping around on the floor just now.

She found her chiffon pants among the scattered clothes on the floor, glanced at Jia Cong who was sleeping beside her, and her face flushed. She put on her clothes with the lightest movements, got off the bed barefoot, her waist-length hair spread out behind her, revealing a strange laziness and beauty.

She fumbled for her embroidered shoes, put them on, and stood up. Then she covered her belly, frowned slightly, and sat back on the bed.

After calming down a little, she bit her lip slightly and stood up carefully. She took a few steps slowly before she got used to it. She couldn't help but blush.

She walked towards the south wall, where the large wardrobe inlaid with shell carvings stood.

On the lower level of the wardrobe were the spare clothes of Zhishao, Wu'er, Yinglian, Qingwen and others.

Because they took turns to stand guard in Jia Cong's room at night, they all put one or two sets in the closet in advance in case of emergency.

But before she reached the closet, she suddenly thought of something and slowly moved to the dressing table, where the window was still half-closed.

The yard outside the window was pitch black. The morning breeze blew her long hair into all directions, making her pretty face look as white as jade in the night.

She reached out to close the window, then walked to the door in the dark. When she asked about it last night, Jia Cong coaxed her by saying that the door was closed.

She touched the door and found it was indeed closed, but not bolted. She reached out and gently inserted the bolt, fearing that the noise would disturb Jia Cong.

He just muttered, "Third Master just loves to coax people."

When I walked to the closet again, the discomfort in my body had somewhat eased.

But after opening the cabinet door, Zhishao felt a little headache.

It was only slightly bright outside now, and the room was still dim.

It seems impossible to find your own set of clothes from the pile of clothes without lighting a candle.

She was a little discouraged, so she had to walk back to the dressing table, holding the half-burned red candle.

He fumbled for the tinder, lit it, and turned his back to the bed to block out the flickering light.

Holding the candle, she walked back to the closet and finally found her underwear and a light blue tube top.

She found Jia Cong's clean underwear and walked back to the bed with the two sets of clothes.

She placed her clothes on the empty stool at the head of the bed and stacked Jia Cong's clothes on top.

She gently lifted the thin quilt, slowly lay down in bed, glanced at Jia Cong who was still sleeping soundly, and a smile appeared on her face.

She touched Jia Cong's inner garment that she was wearing and felt something was wrong, as if it shouldn't be like this.

Then she gently took off her clothes, and the smooth and shiny arm stretched out from the bed curtain again, throwing the removed clothes back on the floor, as if nothing had happened.

She gathered her long hair, which was scattered like a waterfall, and piled it next to the soft jade gauze pillow. She moved her body quietly and snuggled back into Jia Cong's arms.

Feeling Jia Cong's steady breathing against her forehead, she felt at peace in her heart. Soon her physical fatigue overwhelmed her and she fell into a sweet sleep again.

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When the light on the glazed window pane gradually brightened, Jia Cong opened his eyes and saw a silky smooth body pressed against him, emitting a sweet, warm scent.

The strange feeling of satisfaction still made his heart warm, as if he had been soaked in hot soup.

He turned his head and saw Zhishao lying beside him, soundly sleeping.

In the dim morning light inside the tent, he carefully looked at the person next to him, whose beautiful hair was piled up on the pillow.

A smooth and flawless forehead, long and dark eyebrows, rosy cheeks, and long and curved eyelashes on the closed eyes.

The pink and soft lips, like blooming petals, made him want to take a bite.

Jia Cong felt his right arm, sinking into something smooth and soft, being held in Zhishao's arms. She seemed unwilling to let him go even in her dream.

But Jia Cong felt a little strange. He remembered that Zhishao slept in it last night, so why did her position change when he woke up in the morning?

He reached out and drew aside the bed curtains, and saw that their clothes were still scattered on the floor, but new clothes were neatly folded on the stool at the head of the bed.

He suddenly realized that it must be Zhishao who had done it, and he couldn't help but kiss her on the forehead.

Zhishao rubbed her eyes and woke up. Her bright eyes were as clear as water, revealing a spirit she had never had before. The two smiled at each other. Although they didn't say anything, it was particularly warm.

Jia Cong pulled his arms out of her arms reluctantly, ran his hands through her hair, rested his head on her neck, and held her in his arms.

Zhishao called out "Third Master", rested her head on his shoulder, smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying this comfortable feeling.

Jia Cong felt the surprisingly smooth and soft elasticity in his arms, and lustful thoughts suddenly arose in his heart.

Zhishao felt the changes in Jia Cong's body and understood what was happening. Her pretty face flushed red, and she closed her eyes and dared not look at him again, looking as if she was ready to be killed.

Seeing her nervous look, Jia Cong thought that she was a new virgin and that she had spent the previous night too wildly, so she really shouldn't indulge herself in it too much.

He kissed the corner of her forehead and lips, holding her tighter to him, breathing in the familiar sweet scent of her body.

He thought of that somewhat blurry world and considered himself a lucky but mediocre person.

He has a stable job that he loves. Although he cannot become rich, it is enough for him to have food and clothing, and it also prevents him from having too big ambitions.

He also had relationships and women. It cannot be said to be good or bad. In short, the women he met seemed to have greater desires than him.

The reality was cold and insatiable, and even though he and his woman lived in peace until they left that world,

But they are just two ordinary people, who are powerless under the collision and impact of material desires and have to fight on like trapped beasts.

That's why the place is in such a mess, that's why they accommodate each other, and that's why they appear to be in harmony but are actually at odds with each other.

Many people around him live like this. In their seemingly comfortable days, when they are honest, they find that they are penniless and have nothing.

He thought again of the granary in the east courtyard. It was snowing heavily in winter, and a little girl lit a fumigation basket in the corridor and placed a quilt on it to dry.

She stood alone beside the smoking cage, not daring to leave. She stamped her feet due to the cold. She put her red, frozen hands to her mouth and blew on them.

She was originally just a prostitute, she had no noble birth and no one knew her family's origins.

She was insignificant in the eyes of many people, but now she has become her own woman.

In Jia Cong's eyes, she is the most stable and complete possession. No matter he is down and out or proud now, she is always by his side and never leaves him.

The world today is still full of twists and turns and deceptions.

But there are also many worldly attachments that make him stop and finally allow him to have bright colors in this world that he has never had before.

Make the things that are worth maintaining more concrete and affirmative.

Seeing that the Third Master did not move, Zhishao's burning gaze became clear and she smiled and shrank into his arms.

Jia Cong stood up, took his clothes from the stool beside the bed, and prepared to put them on.

Zhishao also sat up, wrapped herself in a thin blanket, and asked, "Third Master, are you going to get up?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "It's almost dawn, Qingwen and the others will come over to serve, so I'd better get up first."

When Zhishao heard this, her face turned red. If it was herself or Yinglian who was on night duty, Qingwen and Wu'er would bring hot water to Jia Cong for him to wash up at the time every morning.

If she saw me like this, I would be so embarrassed that I would die, even before Qingwen could make fun of me.

"Then I'll get up too. I'll help Master San wash up."

As she spoke, she wrapped the thin quilt tightly around herself and was about to get out of bed to get dressed. However, she moved a little too fast and she groaned, holding her belly, and her face turned red.

Jia Cong smiled, put his arms around her slender waist, and carried her back to the bed.

Said: "You don't need to get up so early today. Just lie down on the bed and have a good rest. They will come in to help me later."

Zhishao blushed, reached out to button Jia Cong's clothes, and said, "Then I will help Third Master get dressed."

After Jia Cong put on his inner clothes, Zhishao went to get her own clothes and saw Jia Cong still sitting by the bed watching her.

She looked at her somewhat uncomfortably. Jia Cong smiled and turned around, and heard some rustling behind him.

When he turned around, he saw Zhishao wearing a light blue tube top, which made her skin look as smooth as snow, and a soft green silk top.

She saw Jia Cong turn around, frowned and said, "Third Master, I haven't dressed yet."

Jia Cong smiled and stretched out his hand to help her button up her dress, saying, "You always help me get dressed, so I'll help you this time too."

Zhishao pursed her lips and smiled, letting him help her put on her clothes, buttoning them from her slender waist to her collar. She would never dare to let him do such an intimate thing before.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. (End of this chapter)