Da Li Temple - Chapter 14.2
Chapter 14.2
Erotic Scene
The two people were fighting soundly and fiercely, repeatedly hitting the wooden door, causing the entire closet to shake.
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Su Moyi could no longer free his hands to cover the thing that had already raised its head in his lower abdomen. He could only die against the sides of the closet, trying to keep his balance so he wouldn’t shaken out. This way, that restless thing of his could only unreservedly sway back and forth with the closet. In front of him, Lin Wanqing struggled to maintain her balance just as hard as he was. When his thing touched her soft b*ttocks, Su Moyi felt Lin Wanqing stiffen for a moment. Her glistening and pale small earlobes silently reddened. A trace of strangeness roamed through Su Moyi’s heart. There was embarrassment and helplessness, but more than that, a kind of shameful relief that made him grunt.
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“Oh! Qingqing! Qingqing, your little c*nt is so watery! F*ck through it!”
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“……”
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Although this Qingqing was not Qingqing (*), in such a scene at the moment, Su Moyi’s eyes inevitably started to haunt Lin Wanqing’s face.
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T/N: the different characters of qing.
If Lin Wanqing was a woman, she should be very pretty. Her almond eyes always carried laughter and warmth, especially when her stubborn donkey temper broke. Her ‘would rather die than give in’ and the ‘gritting teeth’ appearance was even more charming. Her nose was delicate and straight, without a single pore, and when angry, her nose would open and close slightly because of her shortness of breath.
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Such pale lips, with the right arc, if kissed —
A line of rumbling flashed through his brain.
Su Moyi snapped back to his senses. He — what did he think just now —
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A wave of emptiness and guilt swiftly attacked, and his entire body retreated. Within the narrow swaying space, a fragrance he had never smelled lingered over his nostrils. It wasn’t a woman’s powdery scent, not one of those smoky scents he was used to. It was unique; a scent of sweat mixed with the smell of freshly washed silk, like the green grass after the spring rain, clean and pure. This fragrance rushed into his nasal cavity, clearing his thoughts.
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That was —
Su Moyi still braced himself against the closet wall and leaned forward imperceptibly. That was Lin Wanqing’s scent.
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Lin Wanqing and Su Moyi could get away only after they had struggled for an hour. A sudden clamor outside the chamber interrupted the intercourse inside. Concubine Wang and Song Sanlang hurriedly dressed themselves. After some freshening up, they cleared away any remaining evidence of lust in the room.
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Song Sanlang jumped out of the window and left. Not long after, the servants came to invite Concubine Wang to the main hall as well.
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Su Moyi realized that Ye Qing must not have met him at the agreed time and place, and according to the prior plan, he played the role of an assassin to disturb the patrol of the Song Residence.
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When the two sneaked out of the Song Residence, it was already deep at night. Su Moyi walked in silence. Lin Wanqing thought that her spontaneous night exploration in the Song Residence caused him to be angry, and under guilt, she scampered to her house.
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Watching Lin Wanqing walk away, Su Moyi asked Ye Qing: “Do you have any gains in Concubine Zhao’s room?”
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Ye Qing shook his head and said unhappily, “Nothing.”
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It seemed someone had cleared everything with the same technique as the fake silver case back then. Kill people, destroying their mouths, bodies, and traces.
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Su Moyi no longer asked anything and went back to the study room. As the candle flame grew brighter, he fished out a slip of paper from his sleeve, and on it were all the titles of books on mining and smelting.
Song Zhengxing hadn’t been the governor of Hongzhou for many years, but the books in his study were brand new. He felt strange and copied them all down. He turned around and found Wang Hu’s files on the wooden shelf behind him and went through all the details.
According to what Lin Wanqing said, the short knife was not a murder weapon, and since it was not a murder weapon, why would it appear at the crime scene?
Moreover, Wang Hu was indeed something that the murderer hadn’t considered at the beginning, so that short knife, too, was not the evidence that the murderer arranged to frame Wang Hu.
That didn’t make sense —
“Woof woof!” A few loud barks came from the distance. That was his hound, Si Yu. He raised it in Da Li Temple.
Su Moyi got up irritably and pushed the window open. Then, he saw Si Yu chasing Lin Wanqing all over the yard. She was jumping up and down without direction. Her appearance was quite lousy.
Su Moyi was stunned, then lifted his lips. Today, in that closet, probably due to lack of oxygen, his brain was not clear. How could Lin Wanqing be a woman? A hint of playfulness arose in his heart, and when he turned around to close the window, he heard Lin Wanqing let out a cry of alarm. Not sure what she had stepped on, her feet flopped forward into a kneeling position. However, at this time, that usually cold and mighty hound unexpectedly leaped forward to hug Lin Wanqing’s leg and then shrugged its body.
“H*rny dog!” Lin Wanqing yelled, stomping her legs, trying to shake it off, but Si Yu held her too tightly. After kicking several times, it didn’t budge. Instead, it focused on holding Lin Wanqing’s calf and moving wildly.
“……” Su Moyi’s heartbeat stagnated. His face became ugly, and suddenly, he wanted to make a blanket from a dog.
“Si Yu!” He coldly spoke. The maniac dog was stunned at the sound and almost snapped its waist.
“Go back!” Su Moyi casually pointed, and Si Yu hurriedly fled with its tail wagging.
The person under the moon looked in his direction, seemingly not having returned to the senses. Su Moyi lowered his head, avoiding Lin Wanqing’s gaze. Between the slight movement of the knot in his throat, he decidedly turned around and fastened the window.
“Beauty is a curse — ” he mumbled softly until Ye Qing’s voice rang in his ears.
“My lord,” He took an invitation from his pocket and handed it to Su Moyi, “From the palace.”
The upset Su Moyi frowned more and asked, “What for?”
“It’s an invitation to the royal spring hunt.”
“Oh,” Su Moyi’s tone was impatient, “Not going.”
Ye Qing’s eyelids jumped, hopeless against his master’s arrogance. “But …… this invitation was sent by the Empress Dowager.”
“Well,” Su Moyi answered perfunctorily, “Last time, the Empress Dowager said that she didn’t want to see me in the short term, so say that I’m busy and don’t have time.”
“But ……” Ye Qing was speechless, not knowing how to persuade. The consequence of this ancestor’s recklessness was that the Empress Dowager’s eyes would look at him unkindly for a long time. He could only hold on to the last faint glimmer of hope and scrutinize this invitation to see if he could find any excuse.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, ”My lord! Order Song is among the invitees.”
The daydreaming person suddenly stood straight and turned to look at Ye Qing, “Song Zhengxing will be there?”
Ye Qing nodded, “Yes, this spring hunt is an excuse for the Emperor to show care for his subjects. Song Zhengxing wouldn’t dare not to go.”
Su Moyi sniffed. His eyes abruptly cleared, and he replied, “Then answered the invitation.”
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Author Notes :??
The dog is Lord Su’s love mentor, hahaha. Let me laugh for a while.
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