kill the immortal

Chapter 109 23, Concubinage

Snow night.

An Yan breathed hot air and shook the fluffy cloak on her body.

Huanxi lives in the wing room, and you can go in by pushing the door next door, but if you go in directly like this, you might scare this girl, so you have to at least be mentally prepared.

If she, like Wenren Jinping, had been unwell recently, wouldn't it be too disappointing?

As for Shen Rongqi, An Yan didn't quite know what she was thinking. If it was just wishful thinking, it would mean seizing someone else's body. Therefore, it would not be good to ruin the relationship between her and Wenren Jinping.

But once I got out of the capital, it was hard to turn around and go back.

An Yan walked into the snow, which crunched and felt on his feet from soft to hard. The snowflakes fell on his shoulders and melted quickly.

He suddenly thought of Shi Lengcen.

That woman whom he only met once but fell in love with her for a while, seemed to be unconditionally good to him. He didn't know what he had done to make her so infatuated.

An Yan walked through the courtyard and found a lone lamp burning in the pavilion not far away.

His eyesight was very good and he immediately saw who the other party was.

"Master Shen?"

Shen Rong, who was sitting on a stone bench with a cotton pad, heard the sound and was startled, and his heart trembled. He quickly put away the scroll in his hand and looked at the sound.

"An... Mr. An?"

She immediately gathered her thoughts, stood up and bowed Yingying.

"Mr. An was up late at night, how could he be here?"

After Shen Rongxi said what he said, he felt it was inappropriate. After all, this was someone else's house, and it was not up to him to decide where he wanted to go.

"The snow scenery is so beautiful that I can't help but go out for a walk." An Yan said with a smile. Naturally, it was impossible for him to tell the real reason.

But seeing the cold look of this beautiful woman alone in this snowy night, I couldn't help but feel some ripples in my heart.

"Where are everyone Shen, what are you looking at?" An Yan looked at the folded paper in her hand.

Shen Rongxi smiled gently and said: "It's just a poem."

"Oh? But Mr. Shen's new work just now?" An Yan looked interested.

"Can I let you watch next time?"

However, Shen Rongxi subconsciously clenched the scroll in his hand and said softly: "It's already late at night. It's inconvenient to talk to the young master. I'll go back first, and Mr. An can do what he wants."

After saying this, she was about to leave the pavilion.

Seeing that she seemed to be deliberately avoiding her, An Yan couldn't help but think deeply. Then with a flick of her finger, the paper slipped from Shen Rong's knee.

Shen Rongqiu was taken aback, but thought he had not caught it well and watched helplessly as it fell at An Yan's feet.

She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but An Yan picked it up first.

"Master An, don't look..."

"Why not read it?" An Yan smiled and turned his gaze to the scroll in his hand, his expression stagnant for a moment.

"Slender clouds play tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men travel secretly..."

He only read one sentence, and his eyes changed instantly. After reading the entire text on the scroll, he turned to look at Shen Rongxi.

"Master Shen, this...this word was made by you?"

"..."

An Yan asked again, his tone a little more urgent: "Master Shen, did you write this song about Magpie Bridge Immortal?"

However, Shen Rongxi asked carefully: "Mr. An... do you remember this poem?"

An Yan was startled: "What do you mean?"

Shen Rongxi knew that he had done something wrong, so he pursed his lips and thought for a while, then said softly: "This poem is not written by me, but it was written by Mr. An to Jinping a few months ago, and I read it accidentally. … I really liked it, so I copied it down privately.”

I write……

An Yan looked at the words on the scroll and felt confused.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win over countless people in the world... Is this written by me?

After a while, An Yan asked again: "Have I written any other poems before?"

Shen Rongxi shook his head gently: "I don't know who I am."

An Yan remembered the fragmentary verses he heard Jing Heng reciting when he entered Chang'an.

It’s all bitter and hot, but I love the long summer.The wind blows from the south, and the palace is slightly cool...

Many thoughts that made him feel extremely absurd appeared in his mind, and he was absent-minded for a long time.

"Mr. An, what did you remember?" Shen Rongxi recalled what Wenren Jinping had told him earlier and asked worriedly.

"..."

An Yan folded the paper again silently, and then handed it to Shen Rongxi.

"Mr. An, did you...remember anything?" Shen Rongxi asked again.

An Yan shook her head gently, with a calm expression: "No, I'm still me, I won't become anyone else."

Shen Rongxi looked at what the other party handed him, hesitating in his heart, remained silent for a moment, and whispered: "Mr. An, this matter is my fault."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I am impressed by Mr. An's talent and kindness, but I am self-aware and do not dare to have delusional thoughts. Mr. An, please rest assured that I will not do anything to annoy Mr. An again."

After Shen Rongxi said this, he took the scroll and tore it into pieces with An Yan's surprised look in his eyes.

"Everyone Shen..."

Shen Rongqi lowered his eyes, and then bowed.

"I retire, Mr. An, please rest early."

An Yan looked at her leaving figure and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

Shen Rongqi suddenly exclaimed, and the pieces of paper in his hand fell to the ground in fright. When he came to his senses, he was already in An Yan's arms.

Her face turned red, even though she was already in bed, but she couldn't help but tremble when she looked at An Yan's face so close to her.

"An... Mr. An..."

After she lost consciousness for a moment, she quickly started struggling again.

An Yan held her tightly, preventing her from breaking away, and said at the same time, "You like me, don't you?"

Shen Rong's knees could feel her heart trembling at the moment. She originally thought that An Yan was a gentleman, so how could he be so abrupt and bold all of a sudden.

She pursed her lips and whispered: "I... I just admire Mr. An's talent... I have no other intention... Mr. An, please don't do this first, it won't be good for others to see you."

An Yan wanted to laugh when he heard the second part of her sentence, and whispered into her ear: "I'm serious, how about you becoming my concubine?"

Shen Rong was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned to look at him with disbelief.

"If you feel aggrieved, just pretend I didn't say anything." An Yan whispered.

"I... Mr. An... you..." She was in a panic and became a little incoherent for a moment.

After a while, she said again: "I am as beautiful as a willow tree, but I have already become old and yellow..."

An Yan asked directly: "I like you, and Jin Ping doesn't have any objection. What do you think?"

"I..." Shen Rongqiu was really panicking at this moment. She originally felt that An Yan was a gentleman who devoted himself to Jinping, so she would move in with peace of mind.

She had had some unrealistic fantasies in her heart, but she didn't dare to think clearly about the figure in her mind as An Yan. After all, he was Jin Ping's husband who regarded her as her sister. At most, he was just a relationship with An Yan. An Yan is similar, a vague figure.

She was a widow, and even though she had some talent and fame, who could value her alone in this era?
Perhaps a hundred years later, her poems will be circulated in the world, and she will be regarded as a talented woman and a master of poetry, but none of these can save her current lonely and sad situation. In the eyes of those people, the suffering herself is more worthy of their discussion.After a long time, I heard Shen Rongqi whisper: "Master An, is he sincere? Jinping...does she really have no objection?"

After she finished speaking, she added: "I am a widow, and I would not dare to reach out to Mr. An... If Mr. An deceives me, I will die tomorrow."

An Yan buried her head between Shen Rong's knees and neck. Shen Rong's knees were stiff and she didn't dare to move.

"Jinping asked me just now, when I hugged you while enjoying the snow today, did you smell good and soft? Now I have actually felt it. It is indeed good and soft."

Shen Rongqiu's face was very hot and he didn't dare to respond.

He secretly wondered in his heart that Jin Ping's words could mean that he was jealous. What exactly did she think of him?

She whispered: "I thought Mr. An was a gentleman, but I didn't expect that he would say such things."

"According to this, how should those decent gentlemen enjoy the pleasures of men and women?"

An Yan pushed her hand hard and hugged her up. Shen Rong kneeled in surprise and quickly put his arms around An Yan's neck.

"Mr. An..."

An Yan carried her and walked towards the yard where she lived. Shen Rong's heart was beating hard in her knees. She knew what was going to happen, but she had never been prepared for it.

I don’t know how to face Jinping tomorrow...

"Don't..." She couldn't help but say.

"What else?" An Yan paused and asked.

"Don't...don't wake Yingzhi up..." She said with her face hot and her head buried deeply.

An Yan smiled secretly at her appearance. Women in ancient times were so shy.

"Just wake me up, she will know tomorrow too."

An Yan just hugged her and entered Shen Rong's knees' boudoir.

After closing the door, the courtyard was white and cold.

Fortunately, it's hot inside the house...

early morning.

Yingzhi woke up early. She was Shen Rongzu's personal maid and had to take care of her daily life.

But when she gently opened the door and walked into Shen Rong's bedroom, she was startled by the view on the bed, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.

The two people who were sleeping were woken up. Shen Rongxi realized something and immediately covered his head under the quilt.

An Yan yawned and asked casually, "What time is it?"

"An...Mr. An...Mao Shi..."

"Ah."

Yingzhi then reacted and quickly turned around and left the room.

After walking out of the room, she still felt her heart pounding.

OMG!

Mr. An, he was actually with his own lady...

An Yan had woken up and said to the beautiful lady beside him, "He's gone out."

Only then did Shen Rong kneel reveal half of her face from the quilt. Her black hair was messy, her cheeks were flushed, and she exuded the charm of a mature woman.

An Yan recalled the ecstasy she felt last night, and she couldn't help but secretly sigh, it is this kind of beautiful big sister that makes people want to stop.

"You were so excited last night, why are you so shy now?" An Yanxiao asked.

Shen Rong's beautiful eyes glanced at her with a hint of reproach.

What a gentleman, I really misjudged this guy. He had so many tricks in bed last night, and I don’t know where he learned them.

When the love got stronger, this bad guy even asked me to... read a poem to him!

What a piece of slut!
An Yan hugged her and said, "It's still early, let's go back to sleep."

But Shen Rongxi said worriedly: "Where is Jinping..."

"I'll see you later, go to bed first."

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Wenren Jinping also woke up, looking at the empty bed beside him, feeling indescribably disappointed.

Huanxi came in and started busying himself. Wenren Jinping sat on the bed for a while and asked, "Isn't he awake yet?"

Huanxi asked in confusion: "Huh?"

Then he looked at the bed and asked, "Where's my uncle? Did you get up so early?"

Wenren Jinping was also very surprised: "He didn't go to your place?"

Huanxi was a little confused. What did it mean that my uncle went to her place...?
This was said by the young lady herself. Could it be that my uncle was going to her place last night?
Wenren Jinping came to his senses and muttered something: "He's quite capable."

Not going to Huanxi means going to Shen Rongxi.

Wenren Jinping hesitated for a long time. She didn't know how to face the sister she had always respected.

But she is the mistress of the house and her husband's matchmaker. She should go to see her. Since she wants to accept her, she must be tolerant and tolerant in the future.

"Miss, where did my uncle... go last night?" Huanxi asked cautiously at this moment.

"Dead!" Wenren Jinping suddenly said angrily.

"..."

At noon, An Yancai and Shen Rongxi came over together.

The head of the family has a relaxed and generous demeanor. On the other hand, Shen Rong's knee has always been dignified and calm, but now he is a little more timid.

She looked at Wenren Jinping sitting there and hesitated about the scene she had rehearsed in her mind.

Wenren Jinping glanced at An Yan expressionlessly at first, then stood up with a smile and walked towards Shen Rong.

"Sister Rong Xi is here."

The friendly smile as always made Shen Rongxi feel much better.

After thinking about it, she whispered: "You... are my sister."

After saying that, he took a step back and saluted.

Wenren Jinping hurriedly stepped forward to support her and continued to smile: "Sister Rong Xi is really uncomfortable like this. We can just get along with each other as before. Wouldn't it be awkward if there are more false courtesy?"

At this time, An Yan noticed Huan Xi's resentful gaze and ignored it for the time being. He walked to his seat and sat down to drink tea.

"Choose an auspicious day in two days. After the ceremony, let sister Rong Xi enter the room. She still needs to have the proper status."

Shen Rong kneeled down and saluted again: "Thank you, madam."

Wenren Jinping went to help you again: "Okay, sister Rong Xi, it's really tiring for me to help you all the time."

In a house in this era, the power of the mistress is extremely great, especially for the concubines. The main wife is far more intimidating than the male master. Men will pamper you and love you, but women will inevitably get pregnant. Jealousy.

If you offend the mistress of the house, you will probably have endless hardships in the future. When the wife teaches the concubines, the male master will not be able to stand out. If word spreads, he will easily be labeled as a spoiled concubine and a wife-killer.

Marriage among powerful people is not a family affair. Doting on concubines and destroying wives will only make people think that the family's family tradition and education are extremely poor.

An Yan coughed slightly and said, "It's time to eat, I'm already hungry."

Wenren Jinping ignored her, took Shen Rong's knee's hand and said, "It happens that the kitchen has made some new dishes. Let's go try them together and then we can eat at the same table."

An Yan, who was deliberately ignored, had a look of helplessness on her face. When she saw the two of them walking out of the room, Shen Rongxi looked back at the door, her eyes full of tenderness and smile.

An Yan also laughed out loud.

Such a world is really good!
(End of this chapter)