Chapter 29: The Red Tide of Spring Passion (Part 2)
Just as Zhou Wenbo had just gotten into bed and under the covers, Qing'e was suddenly awakened by a strong gust of cold wind and the noise beside her ear, and she was about to get out of bed in a daze.
Zhou Wenbo didn't give her time to react, and with one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around Qing'e's waist, pulling her soft and delicate body into his embrace.
"Sleep with me tonight!"
Zhou Wenbo's tone was very firm at this time, but his eyes had a softness that could melt people's hearts. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, it seemed to have an eye-catching luster.
"Young master, I..." Qing'e had no idea that the young master who was usually polite to her would suddenly turn into a wolf in sheep's clothing. The sudden shyness made her almost speechless.
Zhou Wenbo didn't rush to ask again, instead using his body to tightly hug the beauty in his arms. The thin undergarments couldn't hide her slender and delicate figure, her sexy and enchanting jade-like body, and the friction from her soft and elastic white breasts made Zhou Wenbo feel so good that he couldn't express it in words.
She was suddenly held tightly by the young master, with their skin pressed together, and this sudden change made Qing'e so frightened that she didn't dare to move.
Zhou Wenbo leaned forward, boldly staring at her. Qing'e hastily moved to the side, and her black hair, like clouds, escaped from the constraints of her bun, scattering across the pillow. Her white jade-like forehead was paired with two curved, delicate eyebrows, long eyelashes, closed eyes, a straight and elegant nose, and nostrils that seemed to be slightly flaring. Below her nose was a small cherry mouth, with clearly defined, full, and rosy lips, like ripe cherries ready to be plucked. Whoever saw her had an urge to kiss her.
"I like you very much, are you willing to spend a lifetime with me?"
Zhou Wenbo looked at the girl in his arms, who was shyly avoiding him, and made a sincere and deep declaration of love.
Yet this simple sentence seemed to calm down all the panic in Qing'e's heart, and she suddenly felt like the luckiest woman in the world.
She has been a poor child since she was conscious. As the third of nine siblings, she took on the heavy responsibility of taking care of her family at an early age, helping her parents take care of her younger brothers and sisters, starting to cook at the age of five, and doing household chores because her parents still had to go to work in the fields. This hard and meaningless life continued until she was nine years old.
The Liang Dynasty imperial palace recruited palace maids, but the heavy workload and extremely poor food could not hide her innate stunning beauty. She was sold by her parents to the eunuch in charge of recruiting palace maids for two guan of money and twenty kilograms of miscellaneous grains.
After entering the palace, she didn't have money to give to the eunuchs and female officials in charge of assignments. As a result, some little girls who were far less beautiful than her were assigned to various imperial consorts and princes to do light work, while she was assigned to sweep the palace grounds.
There should be no men in the palace, yet such a large imperial palace needs people to clean and maintain the dignity and solemnity of the royal family.
Yu was a little girl only one meter tall, holding a big broom that was twice as tall as her, sweeping the entire imperial palace.
From spring to summer, from autumn to winter.
From dawn till noon, from afternoon till dusk.
Until three years ago, the Liang State was destroyed. She hid in a dark corner and escaped a disaster. Countless concubines and palace maids who were arrogant on ordinary days were killed and humiliated by the Later Tang army that rushed into the imperial palace.
She was finally sent to the Zhao Guo Gong Fu to serve a thirteen-year-old young master.
The young master is a good kid, likes reading books, treats her well, never abuses her, and has an equal communication that makes people feel at ease.
The young master even gave her a name, "Qing'e", from a line of poetry by a great poet. She finally didn't have to be called San Ya anymore, she finally had her own name.
It feels like I'm finally a person too.
She thought it was extremely fortunate to be able to follow such a young master.
Gradually, the feelings of the two people also deepened with the inevitable communication between them. In Qing'e's eyes, this little boy seemed like her younger brother when she was still at home, needing her careful care.
However, she is almost eighteen years old now, and her mother had already given birth to three children at this age, including herself.
She didn't know her own future, and she didn't know where she would be blown by the wind like withered yellow leaves in autumn.
She wanted to always be with Master Junxiu, cooking for him, washing his clothes, embroidering for him... warming his bed.
However, she is already an old maid. According to the rules of the mansion, a servant girl like her who has not yet climbed into the young master's bed and given birth to a child will only be married off to a lower-ranking servant in the mansion or simply married out.
She knew her qualifications were excellent, and in the past six months, countless senior maids from various households had come to propose marriage for her, yet somehow she couldn't take a liking to any of them.
She was Qing'e, an eighteen-year-old girl who also swept the streets in the imperial city that year. Many high-ranking officials, beautiful women, princes and nobles had seen her, and she had a small sense of pride of her own.
However, one day, the beautiful young man who had always been regarded as a younger brother suddenly hugged her domineeringly and told her that he liked her and wanted to spend his life with her. This made her feel a sense of confusion as if a beautiful dream had come true. However, she was afraid that this was just a spring dream of hers, and she didn't want to wake up. With tears in her eyes, she nodded excitedly.
She must grasp her own happiness.
Zhou Wenbo saw the beauty's affirmation, and for a moment he was overjoyed, leaning forward to kiss Qing'e's tender, crimson lips that were accompanied by gentle gasps. He attempted to force his way through the jade gate, but the jade-like person instinctively blushed and lightly bit her silver teeth, not allowing him to succeed. In the end, she still shyly and timidly parted her jade-like teeth, and her tongue subtly protruded.
He continued to advance, his tongue rolling around the shy and hesitant jade-like tongue, feeling the fragrance of the sandalwood mouth, the tenderness of the jade tongue, and the sweetness of the nectar.
Just as the girl was about to lose herself in pleasure, Zhou Wenbo calmly continued to caress her soft and full breasts with one hand, while his other hand quietly began to unbutton her clothes.
Suddenly, Zhou Wenbo thought of a famous poem from the Tang Dynasty - "Jin Lv Yi".
"Advise you not to cherish golden embroidered clothes, advise you must cherish the time of youth. When flowers bloom, they should be picked at once, don't wait until there are no more flowers and only empty branches remain."
In one night, amidst the red waves, the flickering lights, two throbbing hearts fiercely rolled and jumped, finally reaching a perfect climax, merging into one, indistinguishable from each other.
Poor Hong Zhuang was forgotten by Zhou Wenbo the moment he rushed forward, and Qing E, who was in a state of emotional turmoil, couldn't even notice her own sister.
She was reluctant to leave, and the live spring palace unfolding before her eyes made her dizzy with excitement, gaining a lot of insight, and finally her body inexplicably heated up, even her lower body suddenly surged with some lust.
Finally, extremely exhausted, she dazedly lifted the quilt at the foot of the bed and went to sleep, with her last thought being: "Sister, younger sister can only help you this far!"
