Insufficient balance

  Just as Abdul Matin was about to visit the two young masters of the Zhao family, something happened in the west wing where one of the young masters lived.

  The western house of Zhao's family was actually the residence of San Niang.

  After Zhao Fubo's father died, San Niang occupied Liu Yuan, and her original residence was given to Zhao Wujie.

  This seems a bit unfair, but the young Zhao Fubo didn't understand these things. Instead, he spent his days leisurely with Xiao Hei in the east house, which was also unexpected by everyone.

  Compared with the east house, the courtyard in the west house is much more luxurious. Although it can't be compared to Liu's mansion for its grandeur and wealth, it can still be considered elegant and refreshing.

  It was probably due to environmental factors that the elegant and refreshing West Courtyard nurtured Zhao Xu into a literary rogue.

  At this moment, he had just finished breakfast and was not reading any books. Instead, he was holding his folding fan in the small pavilion on one side of the courtyard, admiring a poem he had written with his own hands last night.

  I took advantage of getting up early and wrote this poem on a scroll, which is now hanging from the pillar of the pavilion.

  "Dark clouds are scattered by the refreshing spring breeze, two red lotus flowers bloom on the jade shore. The beautiful woman gently sways her willow waist, dew drops fragrance condenses on the soft shell."

  As I read on, shaking my head and nodding, my heart has already become somewhat restless. It's as if a fire is burning in my chest, making my heart feel hot, and yet it also feels like an insect is scratching inside, making me feel itchy.

  At this moment, a fragrant breeze was blown to Zhao Xu's side by the gentle wind, making his itchy heart jump with more "bumps".

  When he turned his head back, however, he caught sight of a beauty with palace makeup on, who was already in the prime of her youth.

  His sudden turn seemed to have startled the beauty, who took a small step back while her autumn-water-like eyes welled up with a worried expression. Then, her eyebrows slightly raised, yet seeming to contain countless emotions.

  Especially when she lowered her head and glanced up at him with a sideways glance, it seemed as if she had hooked away Zhao Xu's soul.

  "Father doesn't know what he's thinking, leaving such a beautiful and charming woman at home, but only bringing mother to Difeng Village. Could it be that he left this girl for me, his son..."

  What he thought in his heart was unbearable, but the superficial effort still had to be made. He bowed slightly towards the beauty, which was considered a courtesy.

  "Xu'er has seen his aunt!"

  The newcomer was Shi, the concubine of Zhao Wuji, Zhao Xun's father. Although she looked like a Han Chinese, she was actually a mixed-blood woman. Her appearance wasn't as elegant as that of Zhao Xun's birth mother, Madame Lü, but her seductive charm could be sensed from afar.

  Shi Shi returned the courtesy, and if they followed the rules of the Zhao family, the two should have parted ways. Unexpectedly, Shi Shi had been staying at home for a long time and was a bit bored, wanting to pick up a conversation with Zhao Xu.

  Under the flashing eyes, I saw the beautiful words hung by Zhao Xu. After reading it, a blush appeared on her tender face.

  "Aurora's this lyric..."

  Zhao Xu suddenly remembered the poem he had just hung up. The flames that had been suppressed in his heart when he saw his aunt suddenly rose again.

  Her eyes darted around, but she didn't see anyone nearby. The woman in front of her, however, seemed unaffected by the provocative poem and took a chance to test her thoughts with a few words.

  "Ah, this poem was actually written by Xuer yesterday night, when she couldn't sleep and was feeling lonely. The long and endless night is really hard to bear!"

  While speaking, the scorching gaze didn't blink at all, staring at Shifu's face. In her heart, she could only hope that she was as lonely and unbearable as herself, perhaps they could get through this tedious long day together.

  Shi's poem was then as if being shamed by the meaning of Zhao Xu's beautiful words, turning around but hesitating to leave.

  As soon as he saw his aunt hadn't left, Zhao Xu's heart skipped a beat and he took a step closer. He could smell the fragrance of cosmetics emanating from her body.

  Zhao Xu knew that a woman who eats a lot would not have the delicate fragrance of a typical Central Plains woman, but her slender waist and plump buttocks had a unique charm.

  Just like the "water snake waist" he bought, if it weren't for the unbearable fox spirit on her body, Zhao Xu would probably not let her go no matter what.

  "Father is not around, Auntie must be feeling quite lonely too. If you have some free time, why not let Xuer arrange some activities to liven things up for Auntie, and make the long days more enjoyable?"

  As he spoke, Zhao Xu gazed at her slender white neck from behind the master's poem, and couldn't help but swallow two mouthfuls of saliva. The flames in his heart grew more intense, and he wished he could pounce on her right now and take a bite of that delicate tender skin.

  When he saw his aunt talking to herself, with her hot breath spraying on her neck, her slender body shook twice but didn't say a word, Zhao Xu's courage grew even bigger.

  "It would be better if it weren't so, this time when I went to the Purple Cloud Villa, I bought back a few musicians who are good at singing and dancing. Let's prepare some wine and water, listen to music and watch dance, and have fun for once, what do you think!"

  When he even boldly omitted the title of "aunt", Shi Shi didn't show any signs of disgust or reprimand, which made Zhao Xu's heart feel as if it had bloomed like a flower.

  He stretched out his hand and went straight for Shi's waist, but was thwarted when Shi took a step forward, leaving him grasping at nothing.

  Shi's poem turned his face, and the tender red face was already full of charm. He looked around with his eyes, didn't see anyone coming to disturb their good deed, so he whispered to Zhao Xu.

  "You go back home and get ready, I'll go instruct the gatekeeper to come over. Just don't want any singing or dancing, with too many people it's actually..."

  As he spoke towards the end, his voice became softer and softer, as if he was running out of breath. And that blush had clearly spread from his cheeks to his neck.

  Her reaction made Zhao Xuji, who had been itching to hear the fragrant words and beautiful melody, uncontrollable. He only listened to her say one sentence, and responded with one sentence. When it was time to leave, he whispered to urge her.

  "Good sister, I have prepared wine and water for you, don't make me wait anxiously!"

  Having said that, he hastily retreated back to his own room. Immediately afterwards, the sound of calling out for someone came from there, apparently Zhao Xu was arranging a secret meeting.

  It wasn't until then that Shi Shi's smile was retracted, and the red flush on her face also retreated as quickly as it had appeared. It even retreated too far, and a certain paleness appeared on her face.

  As I walk slowly towards the door with each step, my heart can't help but recall past events.

  At that time, Shī Poetry was also one of the most outstanding maids in the upper house, just like Shū Yìn ér today.

  In the past, as the eldest son, Zhao Fubo's father, Zhao Weinan, was also one of the two brothers who excelled in both literature and martial arts, and naturally, he was also the one whom the elder sisters secretly admired.

  At that time, the old master was still there, but San Niang was in charge of the household. They often played the piano together. Shifu Shi still remembers now, they often changed some sad tunes, after finishing playing the piano, San Niang would weep with the old master facing each other.

  The old master who was depressed and unhappy passed away in a few years. When Zhao Fubo's father took over the household, San Niang sealed up her zither and never touched it again.

  Walking in the western house, with red pillars and carved railings in the corridor, thinking of past events, Shifu's heart is not calm. Even the gentle morning breeze, like spring, cannot extinguish the flames in Shifu's heart.

  Of course, this was not the flame that had just been ignited by Zhao Xu's flirtation, but a jealous fire that had been burning in her heart for many years, almost turning her to ashes.

  So who is she jealous of? Is she jealous of Zhao Xu's mother? For the time being, this is still a mystery that no one knows.

  Facing the gentle breeze, she walked quickly to the door and gave an order.

  "The young master must focus on his studies, no matter who comes to visit, just tell them the young master is not in!"

  She then returned to the house, went back to her room and deliberately dressed up, making herself even more charming. Then, according to her agreement with Zhao Xu, she appeared in his study.

  In the study, a good fragrance wafted from the desk and slowly rose. Except for the scattered military books thrown in the corner, there was nothing else.

  What surprised her was that there wasn't a single person in the house either.

  "Da Gong Zi...... Da Gong Zi......"

  When she was called out, her heart couldn't help but tighten a little, as if she felt like being stalked by some kind of terrifying beast.

  Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and then her body was tightly hugged.

  "Ah..."

  The startled poet let out a soft cry of surprise, and she was more afraid that others would know her whereabouts than being bullied.

  "Don't shout, people will hear! Good poem sister, it's me!"

  Accompanied by the sound of speech, a warm breath on the sensitive neck, a tingling sensation like ants crawling makes one unbearable.

  Although Shi had made up her mind to break through the mother-son relationship with Zhao Xu, the shame still made her struggle. She gasped for breath and let out a low plea.

  "Da Gong Zi... don't... you, listen to me first, okay? Ah!"

  Zhao Xu, who had just been hugged by the beauty, didn't have the heart to listen to her words anymore. The two hands that were wrapped around her waist immediately sprang into action.

  The reason why Shi Po let out a scream was that the grasp of her chest by Lu Shan had already entered her bosom, and even hurt her due to excessive force.

  Ke Zhaoxu's other hand moved, making her feel even more afraid.

  "Ah, great master, stop, I beg of you, spare me!"

  Facing such a beautiful and pitiful plea, Zhao Xu felt an even stronger stimulation. He used his lips to suck on the delicate skin of Shi's neck, drawing it into his mouth and grinding it with his tongue.

  "Wow, you're a truly extraordinary woman. I really don't understand why my old man kept you at home and didn't make the most of it?"

  Immediately, amidst her successive shrieks and the ripping of her skirt, that beautiful palace makeup also turned into fluttering butterflies.

  "Don't, don't say that again, someone..."!

  As Zhao Xu's hands, which were hiding fiery passion and desire in her body, indulged in unrestrained caresses, his hot palms completely controlled her emotions.

  Shi's resistance disappeared, and her beautiful, unyielding body softened. She even turned around and engaged in a passionate tongue kiss with Zhao Xu, who was holding her from behind.

  The next moment, when Zhao Xu held the radiant her to the desk, everything was about to happen, Shi Shi made her final resistance.

  "No, no, not here, this is where you read books..."

  Ke Zhao Xu looked at her charming eyes, where could he still think of those many things. He simply used his hand to part her tightly closed thighs due to resistance, and with just one thrust, everything was accomplished.