Lian Erye in the Red Mansion

Although the imperial court has resumed operations, the New Year is not yet over.

Therefore, when the elders, peers, and younger members of the clan heard that Jia Lian had been promoted to the rank of Commander, they all came to congratulate him.

For most people, Jia Lian dismissed them with the excuse that Jia She was seriously ill and inconvenient to entertain them due to his grief. He only met with a few elderly and virtuous members of the clan.

The next afternoon, Jia Lian finished preparing everything and came over to check on Jia She. Then, as usual, he went to rest in Jia She's small study outside the courtyard.

When the maid Aqin saw that Jia Lian finally had some free time, she left her sister standing guard at the door and went in to serve Jia Lian herself.

She was a gentle woman. After tidying up Jia Lian's desk, she saw him leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, so she went behind him and massaged his shoulders.

Noticing that Jia Lian was becoming more aroused by her massage, she leaned down slightly and asked in a low voice, "Does my lord feel comfortable...?"

Jia Lian hummed in agreement.

Ah Qin laughed and worked even harder. Perhaps she felt that Jia Lian's clothes were too thick and affected her operation, so slowly, the ten slender fingers of the young girl slipped inside the collar. Serving him with only a small amount of clothing between them, she found it easier to exert force.

Jia Lian felt a tingling sensation from her touch. At first, her movements were fairly standard, only working around his neck, but gradually they changed, and she began to gently stroke his chest.

Jia Lian then reached out and grabbed one of her hands, asking with a smile, "Your massage skills have improved quite a bit, but have you made any progress learning body-strengthening techniques from your sister?"

Aqin didn't move the hand that was being held, but continued to massage with the other hand as if no one else was around, trying to bring Jia Lian comfort. She shook her head as she did so, unaware that Jia Lian, sitting there, couldn't see it.

Jia Lian seemed to be able to see her reaction. "From now on, you and your sister will serve me every day. If you don't master your martial arts, how will you protect me if I encounter danger?"

"Isn't there my older sister? She's incredibly skilled, proficient in archery and horsemanship. She's the most powerful woman in our tribe, even surpassing most of the men. With her protecting you, Master, you'll be fine..."

Jia Lian smiled slightly upon hearing this. Although the two sisters both came from the grasslands, their personalities and temperaments were quite different.

The elder sister, Aqi, inherited the will of the eagle and enjoyed archery and horsemanship, while the younger sister, Aqin, admired the culture and etiquette of the Central Plains and therefore disliked riding and archery. However, as the daughter of a tribal chief, she was more agile than ordinary women from the Central Plains, able to ride horses and draw bows, though her skill level was limited.

Fortunately, Aqin had a good impression of the Han people. After rescuing them, it was thanks to the useful information they provided that he was able to successfully launch a raid and wipe out a major force of the Yachaha that was ravaging the border.

Of course, it was also a way to avenge the deaths of her parents and her tribe.

Originally, some members of the Qingyan tribe remained, and Jia Lian wanted to relocate them to Han lands to assimilate them into the Han population and enrich the population of the Great Wei. However, they were hesitant to move into the Central Plains due to the long-standing feud between the two tribes.

Jia Lian was also preoccupied with military affairs at the time and had no time or energy to make further arrangements, so he could only let them decide to go deep into the northern desert to seek refuge with another powerful clan. Only the two sisters, Aqin and her sister, insisted on following him.

Seeing that the two women were slender and beautiful, Jia Lian thought it over and agreed.

They were settled in a border town and brought back to the capital. There was no other way; after all, Wang Ziteng was Wang Xifeng's uncle, and Jia Lian couldn't bring himself to do something so shameless as to have two sisters dart around under his nose.

Jia Lian intended to train the two women as his personal bodyguards, as their female identities sometimes made them more convenient to use than Zhang Yong and his men.

Therefore, he said, "Your sister is only one person. If there are too many enemies, are you really going to ask her to protect us? Aren't you afraid she'll get hurt?"

Aqin fell silent, recalling how her sister had led them in their escape, leaving only the two of them alive. If they hadn't happened to encounter the Han army led by the adults, she and her sister would probably have died for their cause.

She doesn't want to go through that again.

However, she had another worry: "If... if I practice martial arts, my body shape will change. Will the adults stop liking Ah Qin then...?"

Aqin had read many Han books and knew that Han men preferred obedient and gentle women.

Jia Lian chuckled: "No, if you could get a figure like your sister's, I might like it even more."

Although he had never seen Aqi's body in person, judging from his experience, Aqi's figure was absolutely stunning. When he first saw them, the weather wasn't too cold yet, and they were fleeing for their lives, so their clothes couldn't completely cover their bodies. Jia Lian caught a glimpse of their abs... slender and fit. Jia Lian thought they were the best abs he had ever seen, bar none.

Ah Qin finally nodded in agreement, then leaned close to Jia Lian's ear and whispered sweetly, "I knew the master liked my sister too, hee hee, I'll tell her later."

Jia Lian coughed lightly, trying to cover his embarrassment.

Having spent so long in the military, he was already overflowing with desire, and when he encountered a beautiful foreign woman who was determined to give herself to him, it was not easy for him to control himself.

That one night, I couldn't resist the temptation and took a bite.

This little girl is so charming. As for her older sister, whether it's because of her cold personality, poor communication skills, or because practicing horseback riding and archery has exhausted her energy, she never showed any improper thoughts towards him, this "adult."

However, they are quite obedient.

Aqin wasn't angry or jealous. In the desert, whether it was the custom of the Tatars or the Oirats, it wasn't uncommon for sisters, aunts, nieces, and other relatives to serve one man together. The prerequisite was that this man had to be a hero!

Jia Lian was undoubtedly her hero.

So, seeing that Jia Lian seemed a little embarrassed, she found him even more captivating, and her already warm hands had completely slipped inside his clothes.

Jia Lian pulled her from behind. He had only intended to dismiss her casually, as the place wasn't ideal. However, Aqin wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in a sweet voice, "If you wish to favor me, my lord... just come. I'm ready."

As she spoke, she gently stood up using Jia Lian's body as a stepping stone, moved the books in front of her aside, placed her arms on the table, leaned over, and turned her back to Jia Lian.

Such bold words and inviting gestures left Jia Lian somewhat overwhelmed.

"It's too cold here, I'll go to your room later..." Mainly because her sister was at the door, it would be too presumptuous to do so.

Ah Qin's thoughts were completely different. With her sister around, it would be more convenient for others to come over! So she turned around gracefully and said, "I'm not afraid of the cold. Your love makes me feel warm like the blazing sun. I love you, my lord..."

As she spoke, she lifted her pert buttocks slightly.

What could Jia Lian say? He sighed inwardly, bent his knees and pushed the chair away slightly, placing his hands on Aqin's soft waist...

……

Outside the door, Aqi seemed to hear something and turned to look at the tightly closed door.

However, he didn't investigate further and remained standing at the door, still holding the sword.

Suddenly a beautiful woman carrying a table came over and tried to enter the room, but she stopped her.

"Get away..."

Qiu Tong was a maid in Jia She's household; she wouldn't take a Tatar woman seriously. She tried to force her way in, only to find that the other party could stop her with one hand.

Afraid of spilling the soup, she glared at Aqi and then called out loudly, "Second Master, it's me, Qiutong~, I've brought you ginseng soup, please tell this wild girl at the door to move aside..."

After a breath or two, Jia Lian's calm voice came from inside: "Let her in."

Qiu Tong glanced at A Qi with an arrogant air, then pushed open the door and went inside.

Seeing that Jia Lian wasn't alone in the room, Qiu Tong was a little suspicious, but didn't care.

Walking to the front, completely ignoring Ah Qin who was grinding ink beside her, she directly placed the ginseng soup in front of Jia Lian and said with a charming smile, "Although spring has arrived, it's still quite cold. Second Master, you've been working so hard, why not have some ginseng soup to warm yourself up..."

Qiu Tong, unaware of the taboo, served the soup while simultaneously leaning towards Jia Lian.

Jia Lian was still looking down at the documents of the Military Affairs Office, and casually gestured with one hand to let Qiu Tong put down the ginseng soup.

Qiu Tong didn't dare to go against Jia Lian's wishes too much. Suddenly, she stretched her neck and sniffed in Jia Lian's arms. Then, she suddenly realized and looked at Jia Lian and the other woman with a smile: "It's my fault for disturbing your good time, Master... But you're too heartless, Master. Tell me, how long has it been since you touched me? What makes me inferior to this wild girl?"

As Qiu Tong spoke, she held her head high and puffed out her chest, causing her clothes to spread out naturally, revealing some of her feminine charm, and then looked at A Qin provocatively.

What capital could a little girl like her possibly have?

Aqin glanced at Qiutong, but stubbornly refused to acknowledge her or leave. She knew that if she stormed off in a huff, this obviously flirtatious woman would definitely seize the opportunity to seduce the master!

Jia Lian glanced at Qiu Tong but didn't say anything.

Qiu Tong must have been quite attractive to have caught his eye.

But that's all. The original owner's taste remains to be verified.

At least in his eyes, both Aqi and Aqin, these two foreign girls, were much better than Qiu Tong, who deliberately flaunted her charm.

Moreover, Qiu Tong herself was not a virtuous person, so Jia Lian naturally could not possibly have any further thoughts about her.

"The soup is right here. Thank you. If there's nothing else, you can go back now."

Hearing Jia Lian's heartless words, Qiu Tong immediately became dissatisfied. She knew that Jia Lian probably looked down on them now and wanted to "abandon" them. She had heard that he didn't even want Aunt Mei anymore. Last time, many people saw Aunt Mei dressed up and parading in front of him, but he didn't even give her a second glance.

I am dissatisfied, but I dare not get angry.

Jia She is nearing his death, and she has no one left to rely on.

Now that Jia Lian is so powerful and dazzling, he is the highest hope for all the women in this courtyard. How could they dare to offend him?

Therefore, pretending not to hear Jia Lian's urging, she picked up the bowl and began to serve the soup without lifting a finger.

"Please, Second Master, have a taste. It's still warm. I just got it from... I prepared it with great care for you. If you don't eat any, I'll be very sad..."

Qiu Tong was still trying to curry favor when Jia Lian frowned and asked suspiciously, "Where did you come from?"

Qiu Tong tried to cover it up, but then she saw Jia Lian's face darken, and he shouted, "Tell the truth!"

Qiu Tong was taken aback and could only say in frustration, "Alright, it's soup that Aunt Yang made for the First Madam. There's some left, and she was going to send it to the Second Master, but she was afraid of gossip and saw me, so she asked me to send it over..."

Jia Lian had long since ignored Qiu Tong's explanation. He took the soup bowl from her, glanced at it, placed it on the table, beckoned to A Qin, and pulled a silver hairpin he had given her from her hair. After a moment's thought, he reached into the bowl…

Seeing this, Qiu Tong's eyes widened, looking utterly aggrieved. What? Did the Second Master suspect she had poisoned him? What a joke! How could that be…

But then her wide eyes turned to terror.

As the silver hairpin was inserted into the bowl, soon, dark patterns appeared on the originally shiny hairpin, rising from the bottom up...

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