xymnovel Chapter 96 Only the painted screen was shaking.
Chapter 96 Only the painted screen was shaking.
Chapter 96 Only the painted screen was shaking.
The bounty notices for Wannian and Chang'an counties have been posted for several days, but instead of yielding any results, they have made Xiaoxiaosheng of Chang'an famous.
When the young people gathered, they would use poems from books as secret codes. Those who could match the codes would smile at each other, while those who couldn't would be teased.
One person says: "The mermaid holds a pearl in her mouth"; the other person will surely reply: "The jade maiden holds a flute in her mouth".
One person says: "Under the grape trellis"; the other person will surely reply: "In the orchid-infused water basin".
Some even went so far as to believe that Chang'an Xiaoxiaosheng was on par with Yang Zhengdao, and gave him the elegant nickname "Sanxia Youya".
It means: Under the tent, under the body, between the legs, these three obscene acts can still be considered elegant.
Yang Zhengdao rode alongside Li Hui, and as he listened to Li Hui's story, he simply laughed it off.
He reined in his horse and paused briefly, waiting for Su Hongyi to catch up. Then he leaned over and whispered, "How many times do I need to go?"
Su Hongyi was taken aback at first, then her cheeks turned bright red.
Su Hongyi had counted how many times it was, so the one who did it three times was Chang'an Xiaoxiaosheng, what does it have to do with me, Yang Zhengdao?
"Master, what were you saying to the woman in red?" Naza immediately came over.
Yang Zhengdao said irritably, "Kid, stop asking questions."
"Where am I small?" Naza immediately pouted and crossed her arms.
She couldn't help but glance down at it, then haughtily raised her face again.
If we're comparing this, I'm even slightly better than the woman in red. I can't even see my toes when I stand up!
Hmph! The master has never seen him, so don't talk nonsense!
Yang Zhengdao was quite helpless.
Ever since Naza noticed that Ah Wu and Ah Liu had become increasingly rosy-cheeked, she became suspicious and wished she could follow them around all the time.
Tomorrow is the end of the summer vacation, so the well-prepared hot spring bathhouse will open tomorrow.
Tonight, Yang Zhengdao and Li Hui will go over for a preview—a preliminary inspection.
Thinking of this, Yang Zhengdao's throat went dry. He couldn't help but glance at Nazha; she was indeed quite old.
Therefore, Su Hongyi is needed to cover things up again.
Yang Zhengdao felt quite guilty.
However, judging by the time, Su Hongyi seems to be approaching a lucky period, so she should be rewarded properly.
After having hot pot for dinner, Yingluo obediently led everyone to the front hall for the final rehearsal for the opening the next day.
Yang Zhengdao simply whispered in Nazha's ear, "You'll serve me later."
Naza's eyes lit up, and her cheeks instantly flushed.
Yang Zhengdao walked alone into the elegant room that had been prepared for him.
The elegant room was dimly lit by candlelight and filled with steam.
Yang Zhengdao stepped into the bathtub, the hot water reaching his chest. He closed his eyes, and a feeling of comfort instantly spread throughout his body.
A short while later, light footsteps could be heard outside the door.
It seemed to have stopped at the door.
Yang Zhengdao, without opening his eyes, said, "Come in."
The door clicked open, and a cool, fragrant breeze carrying the scent of the night drifted into the steam.
When Yang Zhengdao opened his eyes, he saw Nazha holding a stack of clean undergarments, standing nervously by the screen.
She had already changed into the uniform of a bathhouse attendant.
A white veil paired with a white satin-cut ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) appears and disappears in the misty air.
What needs to be covered is covered, what needs to be concealed is concealed; in the act of concealing and hiding, she is like a fairy in a youthful dream.
The satin fabric clung tightly, making it round and plump, and wrapped up in a round shape.
The white gauze was semi-transparent, revealing a slender waist and long, fair legs.
She seemed like a completely different person at that moment, shyly lowering her head, her large amber eyes only daring to steal a glance before quickly looking down.
Her voice was low and trembling slightly: "Master, I'm here to help you with your bath."
Yang Zhengdao found it amusing that someone who was always afraid of falling behind was now so ashamed to admit it when the time came.
Intending to tease him, he said in a deep voice, "How can I serve you if you're standing so far away?"
Naza hummed in agreement, bit her lip, and stepped forward.
She didn't dare look into the bathtub, but she couldn't help glancing at it again.
That one glance sent a surge of heat through her body, and she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together.
She inwardly berated herself for being so stupid, but not knowing how to begin, she could only squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Master, how should I serve you?"
Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but laugh when he saw Nazha holding her undergarment, looking so bewildered and adorable.
"Put your undergarment aside."
"oh----"
Naza bent down and placed the undergarment on the low table beside her.
With this bend, her slender waistline formed a graceful arc, while the sudden fullness below the waistline stretched the skirt taut.
Through the white gauze, one can vaguely see a thin sliver of silk with a ribbon tied with a bow.
Yang Zhengdao's Adam's apple bobbed, feeling that the bath girl's uniform might be too ahead of its time.
He only offered a suggestion, but I didn't expect Yingluo to be so understanding.
As soon as Naza stood up, he coughed lightly and closed his eyes again.
"Give me a back rub first."
"Yes, Master."
Naza came to the bathtub, and she felt that her master was like a ball of fire, making her blush and her heart race.
Perhaps it was the steam in the elegant room, but she felt a little breathless and her head was dizzy.
She composed herself, picked up a handkerchief from the side, dampened it, and gently placed it on her master's shoulders and back.
Her hands trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but flinch when her fingertips brushed against his shoulder.
Yang Zhengdao smiled and took the slightly cool little hand in his hand.
"What are you afraid of?"
The heat was intense, her cheeks were flushed, and the stray hairs at her temples were damp with sweat and clung to her cheeks.
Naza shook her head: "With my master here, Naza is not afraid."
Since reuniting with her master and arriving in Chang'an, she no longer needed to smear dirt on her face.
She wore bright leather armor and rode a tall horse. When others looked at her, they no longer had that staring, terrifying, lewd gaze.
Therefore, she was not afraid.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally she slowly raised her eyes to meet Yang Zhengdao's gaze.
Yang Zhengdao's Adam's apple bobbed, then he patted Nazha's little hand and closed his eyes again.
Naza continued, her fingertips tracing the surface of the water, carefully wiping the firm back little by little.
Suddenly, there was a soft sound of water.
Naza bit her lip and stepped into the bathtub.
Her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) was soaked through and clung to her body, causing her to tremble slightly.
Her short, rapid breaths caused her chest to rise and fall, and the semi-transparent silk trembled along with them.
Yang Zhengdao opened his eyes and faced her.
Those amber eyes were misty, like the clear sky after the rain.
Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but lean down and kiss him.
Naza let out a soft moan and responded awkwardly.
When they separated a moment later, her eyes were already brimming with tears.
"Master, I—" She clutched the hem of her skirt, finally mustering her courage, "I want to be your woman."
Yang Zhengdao took a deep breath, raised his hand, and pressed his fingertips against Nazha's lips.
Naza trembled, but did not flinch.
Her eyes were glistening with tears as she looked at him, her large eyes innocent yet alluring.
Yang Zhengdao's breathing quickened slightly. He reached out and grabbed Nazha by the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
Then, the sound of rushing water.
It was as if only the painted screen was swaying, as if only the candlelight was flickering.
A wisp of white silk floated up from the water.
A bright red bloodstain spread in the water.