Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 481: End of Volume - Fan Ruoruo
Li Chengqian pretended to organize a funeral for his dead father who had been chopped into meat paste. While the whole city was gloomy, the scene in the Chu Mansion was completely different.

The eaves are green, the fences are purple, a light rain turns them yellow again, and the world is chilly with autumn.

Chu Pingsheng was wearing a green shirt, holding a three-foot-long and two-finger-wide bamboo board in his right hand. With his left hand, he picked a late-ripening grape that hung in front of his eyes and put it into his mouth, then walked slowly to a recliner made of rosewood.

Fan Ruoruo, with her hair pulled high up in the air, was wearing a red gauze skirt that was so see-through that her underwear was almost visible. She was kneeling on a recliner in a very shameful and indecent posture, with her wrists and ankles tied to the crossbar of the recliner with red ropes.

"If you do something wrong, you will be punished."

Snapped.

He raised his hand and slapped her palm hard with the bamboo stick.

"what!"

Fan Ruoruo cried out in pain.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Chu Pingsheng hit Fan Ruoruo with a few more bamboo sticks, causing her brows to furrow, her teeth to clench, and tears to come out.

"I hate those women who like to be clever and play smart the most. I don't care what you were like in Si Nanbo's mansion before. Now that you are married to me, you have to learn to be obedient. If you violate the family precepts, I believe you have seen the torture methods of this devil."

Fan Ruoruo pursed her lips, held back her tears and nodded.

"Did you hear that?"

Fan Ruoruo didn't say anything.

Snapped!
Chu Pingsheng hit her harder, causing her delicate body to tremble. She subconsciously tried to hide to the side, but her hands and feet were tied up, and she could not hide her body from the blow at all.

Snapped!
one more time.

"Listen, I heard you."

Fan Ruoruo's lips moved and tears of humiliation flowed down her face.

As the daughter of Si Nanbo, she was known as the most talented woman in Kyoto. Her intelligence was known to everyone, and her noble character was also famous far and wide. However, such a person not only became someone else's concubine, but was also humiliated in such a way.

"How can you just hear it? Do you remember it?"

Snapped!
Chu Pingsheng hit her with the bamboo stick again.

"remember."

Fan Ruoruo laid her face against the bench, biting the loose hair on her temples with her teeth. There was no more arrogance and shrewdness in her eyes, but instead there was a hint of pity, as if she were watching the yellow chrysanthemums in autumn, sad and pitiful.

Snapped.

This time Chu Pingsheng did not use a bamboo board, but instead used a slap in the face. The force was also much smaller, and he did not leave after the slap.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

What could she do in this situation? She could only put away her shame little by little.

"It's okay to feel pain. Only pain can make you remember it deeply."

The sound entered my ears, followed by a cool feeling, and the burning pain from the bamboo board hitting my body was actually relieved a lot.

"Ah."

She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you feel better?"

"Okay, better."

Chu Pingsheng walked under the grape trellis, picked a green grape covered with rain and dew and handed it to her mouth.

Fan Ruoruo swallowed her tears.

"Is it tasty?"

"Delicious."

Chu Pingsheng raised the bamboo board in his hand: "You are trying to be clever again."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. It doesn't taste good. The grapes are very green and bitter. They are really bitter."

"It hurts, it's bitter, I'll give you something sweet next."

Chu Pingsheng lifted her chin, leaned close to her face and said, "It's been delayed for so long, it's time to enter the bridal chamber."

"What? The bridal chamber?"

Fan Ruoruo panicked. She didn't expect him to play it like this. Is this the sweet treat he mentioned?

"It's broad daylight, and this is the back garden."

"The back garden?" Chu Pingsheng said, "Don't you like it here? There are sweet-scented osmanthus trees in front, cool autumn breezes in the back, and cool purple grapes above. How wonderful! Didn't you say the back garden was beautiful last time?"

"But, but."

"shy?"

Chu Pingsheng raised his arm and flicked the scroll hanging on the edge of the grape trellis with his index finger, and it fell down, covering the recliner like a screen.

When Fan Ruoruo caught a glimpse of the figures and postures in the painting, her cheeks immediately flushed with shame and indignation, and she quickly turned away.

Chu Pingsheng walked to the two blank paintings on the left, tapped the paper with a pen in his hand and said, "After today, you will appear in this painting."

"No, please, don't."

Fan Ruoruo looked at him pleadingly.

Chu Pingsheng walked over, pinched her chin and tilted her head, and untied the ribbon around her waist with one hand.

"Don't want to? That's not up to you. What expression would Fan Xian have if he saw the photo album I drew for you?"

"You, you, you."

The curse words rushed to her throat, but she swallowed them with tears. "That's right, being smart and noble is worthless to me. Being well-behaved is the quality that a concubine should have."

Chu Pingsheng tugged at her gauze skirt, and the pink petals flew up into the air, covering the chrysanthemums outside the grape trellis.

More than half an hour later.

Chu Pingsheng dressed neatly and walked straight to the moon gate in the southeast.

Fan Ruoruo was still tied to the recliner, her whole body limp and sweaty. She looked at his back and said weakly, "You, come back and untie the rope for me."

"Me? Who am I?"

"Husband, husband."

Chu Pingsheng paused and turned back: "Scream sweeter."

"Husband, please come back. I'm so hurt from being tied up."

"Who is Fan Xian?"

"No, I don't know him."

"Ok?"

"This beast, it was because of him that my brother and mother were killed."

"Where's Fan Jian?"

"I, I don't have a father who would kill his own flesh and blood and wife to raise someone else's bastard."

"So you see, this is the correct logic. You think Fan Xian treats you well, but you are confused. I am the one who will spend the rest of your life with you. If you can't tell which is more important, don't expect to have a good life for the rest of your life."

Chu Pingsheng walked over, untied the red ropes that bound her hands and feet, and held her in his arms.

Wow.

Fan Ruoruo cried heartbreakingly, her tears bleeding, and she didn't know whether it was for the past or for the future.

Another day passed.

The night remains the same, and the people are as new.

In the east room of the third courtyard of the Chu Mansion, Ye Ling'er applied and wiped rouge again and again, looking at herself in the mirror in a very bad condition. Her expression was sometimes sad, sometimes worried, sometimes vicious, and sometimes entangled. She kept pinching her red skirt with force, twisting it so that it was full of wrinkles.

Earlier, the maid brought a message saying that the young master would come to her room to rest tonight, which made her nervous as she had been suffering from insomnia for several days.

No, panic to be exact.

In the Taiji Hall, Chu Pingsheng's actions really scared her.

She had never been so afraid of a person in her life, and then she realized that she was a woman. The chivalrous and righteous woman in the past was as good as any man, but others were just playing with her. In fact, the result of the power struggle was so cruel that it was unbearable.

After the Taiji Hall "rewarded the good and punished the evil", compared with Fan Ruoruo, her mental state was better. After all, her brother had died in the battle of Cangzhou, and her father was killed by the sword guards two days after Prince Yu He's celebration banquet. Ye Liuyun, who died that night, was her great-uncle, who was rarely seen. Unlike Fan Ruoruo, her father was beheaded on the spot and her brother was castrated.

So when she learned that Chu Pingsheng wanted to have a bridal chamber, she would have the idea of ​​pleasing him and try to cover up the dark circles under her eyes and slightly yellow face with rouge and powder to avoid angering him. With just a casual order, the female members of the Ye family would be beheaded and die.

But the problem is that the poison of the fierce Red Sleeves Move has not yet been resolved.

Fei Jie died, Fan Xian was expelled from Kyoto, people from the three departments of the Supervisory Council arrested and sentenced people, and Fei Jie's apprentice and his family were all exterminated. After searching the entire city, no one could cure the poison in her body.

If Chu Pingsheng were told the truth, she would be a useless concubine to the lecherous mountain king. One can imagine what the fate of her and the Ye family would be. They might not die, but it would definitely not be good.

If I don't tell Chu Pingsheng the truth and poison him to death, yes, I will avenge my father and brother, but Haitang Duoduo and the Sword Guards will never give up and will definitely kill all the members of the Ye family. No, not just the Ye family, but all nine clans will be exterminated.

Squeak.

Just when she was full of conflicts, sometimes wanting to die together, sometimes being cowardly and afraid of death, the door of the outer room opened, and a man walked into the room in the light of a red candle, drew aside the pearl curtain of the bedroom, walked straight to the head of the bed which was covered with a yellow curtain and a happy quilt, and sat down.

"I feel a little tired today, come and help me massage my legs."

Chu Pingsheng spoke calmly, his unquestionable tone gave people the illusion that they were a long-time married couple. He didn't sound like a mountain king who killed his father-in-law, killed his brother-in-law, and robbed women.

Ye Ling'er was stunned for a moment, then slowly stood up, walked over with her head down, knelt down beside the bed, held his feet with both hands and took off his boots one by one, then untied his white socks and put them beside her, and massaged her master's legs and feet like the maid had done when she had leg pain from excessive exercise.

"Is this strength okay?"

Ye Ling'er in the TV series is noisy and loves to draw her sword and chop people when encountering problems. However, after being frightened by the "Night of Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil", she turns from a tigress into a little white rabbit.

The contrast was so great that Chu Pingsheng felt very surprised and curious.

He didn't answer, but reached out his hand, lifted her face and looked at her carefully.

"You did this makeup yourself, right?"

"Yes."

“Don’t draw it next time.”

Ye Ling'er was stunned again, then she understood and hurriedly turned around to unload it.

"I'll wipe it off."

Unexpectedly, Chu Pingsheng grabbed the person, pulled her to the bed, and turned her over to press her onto the quilt that was emitting bursts of floral fragrance.

"You are now completely different from the you who stabbed me with a sword when we first met."

Warm breath sprayed on her face, Ye Ling'er quickly turned her head, and at this time a hand pinched her chin, leaving her no chance to dodge.

"Am I, the great devil, particularly scary?"

"No, it's not."

Ye Ling'er said something against her will.

Half a month has passed since the "Night of Rewarding the Good and Punishing the Evil". The funeral of the late emperor, which was unanimously requested to be simple by Crown Prince Li Chengqian, the Queen, and Lady Shu, is about to end. However, she is still awakened by the scene that happened in the Taiji Hall that night. Chu Pingsheng has appeared in her dreams many times as a big devil.

"It's okay. If we sleep together more in the future, it will naturally ease. At worst, I can find some time to go to Jiangnan to relax with you."

As Chu Pingsheng spoke, he untied the belt around her waist.

Ye Ling'er grabbed his hand and shook her head violently: "No, I can't!"

(End of this chapter)