Einfacher Congee-Roman

Kapitel 47

No one noticed the faintly visible blue hem of clothing behind the abandoned cabinet in the corner.

In the heat of the moment, the scholar hadn't thought twice before covering Fan Qingbo's mouth and dragging her behind the wardrobe. Now that the crowd had dispersed, their breaths were close together. The scholar's face flushed, and he wanted to let go, but seeing Fan Qingbo's still trembling expression, he hesitated. "Miss Fan, I'll let go right away, please don't scream..."

Fan Qingbo, whose eyes were already wide open, strained them a little longer as the scholar slowly moved his palm away.

As soon as she was free, she exclaimed, "Ah!"

The scholar quickly covered his mouth again, but then—"Ugh." He lowered his head and said earnestly, "Miss Fan, biting people is really not a good habit."

Fan Qingbo felt a sudden darkness before her eyes. The scholar's wide sleeve gently covered her face, then her waist tightened, and her feet lost their footing. Instinctively, she nestled into the arms of the person beside her, the faint scent of ink bringing her comfort. When her feet touched the ground again, she looked up and realized she was near the moat. She also noticed children playing nearby, and the scholar was still holding her. This guy… has he become unrestrained?

The scholar clearly noticed her surprised expression, his eyes darting away before he said, "We are husband and wife."

Fan Qingbo chuckled. The misunderstanding from the previous night vanished instantly. Suddenly, she didn't care why he had followed her and then dressed up as a ghost to scare her. She pulled him to a secluded spot away from the children, hidden by a row of bushes. After sitting down, she openly hugged his arm and leaned on his shoulder. She liked his fresh, gentle scent, which seemed to soothe her fatigue.

This was a real hardship for the scholar. Her unusually docile demeanor pleased him, but the softness of her breasts through two thin layers of clothing and the unintentional rubbing made half of his body go numb. In addition, the secluded place made his mind wander and his mouth dry.

"The five colors blind the eye, the five sounds deafen the ear, the five flavors dull the palate, galloping and hunting drive the mind mad, and rare goods lead to wrongdoing..."

On such a beautiful day, and considering this was their first date, Fan Qingbo assumed the scholar, even if he were to mutter something, would be reciting poetry. But upon closer listening, she realized he was reciting the Tao Te Ching. Three black lines immediately appeared on her forehead. "Scholar, what nonsense are you thinking about?"

"No!" The scholar's eyes widened suddenly, his innocent long eyelashes trembling. Seeing that she didn't believe him, he argued even more excitedly, "In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how could a mere scholar like me want to pounce on you and do whatever I want to you!"

Fan Qingbo raised his head, "Hands groping, doing whatever you want?" He repeated the words slowly, a smile playing on his lips.

The scholar suddenly realized he had inadvertently confessed, his face turning completely red. He opened his mouth, then began to apologize incoherently: "I...I have offended you, I deserve to die. You...you can do whatever you want with me, I will have no complaints..."

"real?"

He nodded, utterly ashamed, and silently brought his hand to her lips. Seeing her strange expression, he realized what she meant; how could he let such a desecration go unpunished? Resignedly, he lowered his head to activate the hidden mechanism on her bracelet, then closed his eyes with a death-defying resolve, saying, "The long tassel is [something], the short tassel is poison, and the middle one is the antidote, but I probably won't need it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt dizzy and heavy on his body. He opened his eyes in surprise and saw Fan Qingbo on top of him.

With a mischievous grin, she lightly touched his flushed face. "Pounce on me? Who do you think will pounce on whom, hmm? I wouldn't dare kill you. At least—" She paused deliberately before leaning close to his ear and slowly uttering four words: "First, rape, then, kill."

Seeing his instantly petrified expression, Fan Qingbo finally couldn't help but lean over him and chuckle.

"Pfft, hahaha, hahaha..." The laughter grew louder and louder, and before he knew it, the gloom of the whole day was swept away.

The scholar stared blankly at her smiling face, his heart pounding with a turbulent feeling, an indescribable surge of emotion that rushed forth, impossible to suppress. He didn't know when it had begun, but he had become so infatuated with her; simply watching her smile, even when she was completely unrestrained and lacked decorum, filled him with a sense of joy and bliss.

Driven by his thoughts, his hands unconsciously tightened around her waist.

Fan Qingbo sensed something, lifted her head from his chest, and saw his gentle expression. She felt a moment of daze, but then realized she couldn't miss the opportunity and quickly probed, "Our marriage..."

A tight grip tightened around his waist, and the scholar's muffled voice rang out: "It will proceed as scheduled."

You could tell from his voice that he was still bothered by what Xie Dongfeng had said last night.

Fan Qingbo thought about it. Anyway, she wasn't exactly a gentleman. She sold herself to Huanxitian not because she was accepting the punishment for breach of contract, but because she was afraid of retaliation from Jie Dongfeng. But whether Jie explained or not was just a verbal matter. Even if she did explain, only heaven, earth, and the scholar knew. How could Jie Dongfeng know? There's a saying that goes, "Breaking one's word is a woman's privilege, and going back on one's word is a woman's freedom."

Thinking of this, she immediately blurted out without any restraint, "Actually, Xie Dongfeng and I..."

She was abruptly interrupted as soon as she began to speak. The scholar pulled her tightly into his arms, his jaw clenching, and said stiffly, "No matter what happened between you and him in the past, or what has happened, that's all in the past. Your present and your future belong to me!"

This was the first time he hadn't referred to himself as "this humble one," but rather as "I." Fan Qingbo was so overwhelmed by his inexplicable arrogance that he lost all sense of time and place, unable to tear his gaze away from his face for even a moment.

He only lost his composure when she stared at him so intently and intensely that his face began to flush.

He added weakly, "Of course, I am a girl too."

"real?"

Her voice was slightly hoarse, which stirred a heat within the scholar, a shameful anticipation rising within him. The last time she asked that question, she had pinned him to the ground; what about this time? His eyes gleamed, and he subconsciously pursed his lips, nodding. He felt the person on top of him gradually soften, leaning against him, then slowly pressing her face down towards him…

"Miss Fan, what are you doing?" He started reciting the Tao Te Ching again: "The five colors blind the eye..."

"Hmm, what should we do? How about continuing what we didn't finish in the coffin last time?" Her lips roamed over his face.

"I don't think it's a good idea." He recited from the Tao Te Ching the Three Admonitions of a Gentleman: In youth, one should guard against lust...

"Then, let's touch him all over, do whatever we want, what do you say? Hmm?" Her hands roamed over his body.

“Of course, it’s not good.” He recited from the Three Precepts of a Gentleman to the Heart Sutra: Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form…

"...Is it really not good?" She glanced sideways at the person who nimbly rolled over and pinned her down.

"Of course not," he muttered, reciting the Heart Sutra as if it were a poem about a beautiful woman.

The woman then loosened her upper garment, revealing her undergarment. Her fair body was exposed, her delicate bones and full flesh. When the minister came, her skin was smooth as jade. The later lines, which embodied the writer's upright character and unwavering integrity, "The minister was convinced within, his heart righteous. He swore an oath, his will unyielding. He turned and took his leave," became—

My blood surged, my heart fluttered, and my spirit soared. I groped her, doing as I pleased. My soul was captivated by her beauty, and I reveled in her pleasure…

After an unknown amount of time, the children in the distance seemed to have all gone home for dinner, and all was quiet except for a rustling sound from the grass. The scholar, unable to contain himself, embraced the woman beneath him and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go home."

Fan Qingbo gave a soft hum, and then felt herself being lifted into the air.

With her eyes closed, she vaguely thought that light-footed kung fu was indeed a great means of transportation. Then she wondered if she should ask the scholar if he had any experience. If both of them were novices, there was no hope. In her previous life, she had seen all sorts of tragedies on the forum, including some who hadn't been able to lose their virginity even after a year of marriage.

The wind in his ears stopped, and the scholar stopped, but he also froze.

Fan Qingbo sensed something was wrong and opened his eyes warily—damn, they were surrounded.

"Oh, you two aren't so eager to consummate your marriage that you can't wait for the wedding night, are you?"

"I said there's no rush, the man and woman are not allowed to see each other for three days before the wedding!"

Fifth Sister and Sister-in-law Chen were talking when they each pulled Fan Qingbo off the scholar's arms and dragged him into the house without saying a word. Meanwhile, several men in the neighborhood patted the scholar on the shoulder knowingly and laughed ambiguously, "Men, you know, you have to be patient when you need to be. If you can endure these three days, then we can do whatever we want with you, hehe."