Da Li Temple - Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Beautiful Woman

Early spring in Sheng City is rainy, and once New Year’s Day is over, the day slips into March in a damp and soggy manner. After the court cleaned up the remnants of King Liang, to compensate for the Xiao family, Emperor Yonghui issued an edict to appoint Royal Concubine Xiao as the Imperial Consort posthumously and to give Lin Wanqing the title of Xiangjun (Lady Of The Third Rank).

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However, because of her status as a woman, it is not appropriate for her to continue to serve as an official in the court. Hence, the court has appointed her as the State Prison Law Lecturer, training talents for the court.

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Because of Taiyi Pond’s rescue merit, Lailuo was exempted from the death penalty, and Su Moyi allowed her to be exiled after the weather warmed up. As for the marriage of the two, the progress was fast because the Empress Dowager was on the sidelines. They had passed five of the six ceremonies in just a month and were only waiting for the ninth day of the third month. According to the rules, once the wedding date was set, the couple couldn’t see each other again until the wedding. Lin Wanqing had to move to a mansion given by Emperor Yonghui.

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Fortunately, when Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin heard the news, they arrived early in the capital. After not seeing each other for a year, many things happened, and the three of them had endless things to say when they met, so Lin Wanqing’s days were unlonely.

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The day of the wedding has finally arrived. The Emperor and Empress Dowager were there to congratulate Lord Su on his wedding, and the event was naturally grand.

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In the evening, the Lin Mansion lit up with giant red happy lanterns, red hanging scrolls, and congratulatory couplets on all four walls, shining in the red light.

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Lin Wanqing has no aunts and sisters, so the Empress Dowager arranged for those noblewomen in the capital to go to the Lin Mansion and give her support.

After King Liang had fallen and the crown prince had been abolished, the court ministers sought an opportunity to join the royal family. Suddenly, there was an excellent opportunity to curry favor with the Empress Dowager, and all the dignitaries in the capital were eager to send their daughters there. So, the welcome party became lively and extraordinary. But Lin Wanqing felt Su Moyi didn’t think this was good. When he entered the door, the ‘aunts and sister-in-law’ arranged by the Empress Dowager made it difficult for him and let him recite several songs.

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Lin Wanqing sat in the inner room and did not hear what he said. But from the laughter of those noblewomen in the courtyard, it was clear they were devoted to making things difficult for the usually untainted, cold-faced Lord Su.

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Lin Wanqing stirred up the corner of her sleeve in the room, fearing that this person would use the ‘Record Of The Washed Grievances’ to fill up the number after he ran out of words. Fortunately, Lord Su did enough homework in advance, and no matter how difficult the ‘bride’s family’ was, he could always answer. When he passed the five hurdles and came to her boudoir, the moon had risen, and Lin Wanqing had long been sitting on numb legs.

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Anyway, the one she married was him, so Lin Wanqing didn’t bother to be reserved. She took the fan to cover her face and lined out within those noblewomen’s embrace. Under the moonlight, he wore a bright, flashy red color, but he exuded a clear breeze’s scent like an acacia tree, and once the breeze passed, a thousand leaves sang.

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Lin Wanqing was stunned and forgot to pick up the red silk ball he handed until a beautiful woman beside her covered her lips, sneered, and gently touched her elbow. She suddenly blushed against Su Moyi’s thoughtful eyes. She lowered her eyes to receive the red silk and no longer looked at him.

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Su Moyi rode in front while a line of people knocked gongs and drums and vastly went to Heir’s Residence. After they had performed a set of rituals, Lin Wanqing returned to the new room with her sore waist and back. The two of them went to sit inside the decorated canopy, and the bridesmaid brought the wine. Only at this time did Lin Wanqing finally put down the fan she had held up for most of the day and shook her arms a little.

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Su Moyi looked at her and smiled, couldn’t help but massage her, but Lin Wanqing avoided him. The bridesmaid was still here; how could she let others see them like this; she would become a female teacher at the prison —

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Su Moyi saw her grave look, smiled, and retracted his hand. The people around them tied the red rope on the feet of the two people, combined their hair, and then left.

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Red candles shone high, projecting long silhouettes of two people sitting opposite each other onto the screen window pasted with red characters.

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Lin Wanqing finally relaxed, pinching her neck, and then shook the head full of beads and emeralds. Su Moyi saw her tired, and without caring about etiquette, he removed her hairpins.

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Only then did Lin Wanqing let out a long, comfortable sigh. Without knowing what came to mind, her words turned to Su Moyi: “If I had known that getting married was so hard, I wouldn’t have married you.”

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Su Moyi was not annoyed. He smiled and said, “Qingqing is greedy for my beauty. Who else can you marry except me?”

Lin Wanqing froze, remembering how she had lost her calmness before him. She was momentarily angry and regretful. Beauty was indeed a mistake; before entering the door, Lord Su held the handle; in the future days, this person’s dog’s tail would be up to the sky. So she stalked her neck and said, “You just look a little smoother today; don’t be complacent.”

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Su Moyi smiled; the candle flame reflected on his deep eyes, glittering. He suddenly came closer, his fingertips stroked her temples, and softly said: “I think that Qingqing is very beautiful –“

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The words lulled, and Su Moyi held her waist, leaned down, and whispered, “Especially when you don’t wear clothes.”

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“Su Moyi!” Lin Wanqing blushed at his words and reached out to push him, but Lord Su grabbed her hand ahead of her. Her entire body went into his arms, face to face, lips biting lips. After all, they had become a couple, and now it was only natural and lawful for Lord Su to do anything generous to her. Lin Wanqing could not break free and soon panting with his kisses. Who knows that his hands violently stopped, looking at her scarlet face and laughing out loud. “I have to go out to honor guests. How can Qingqing be so anxious?”

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“……” Lin Wanqing was so angry with him that she was about to retort, but she heard the maid’s reminder from outside the door, asking Su Moyi to greet the guests and not let the Emperor and Empress Dowager wait for a long time.

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Su Moyi let go of her, straightened his clothes, and was about to leave when Lin Wanqing pulled his sleeve. She stood up with a solemn face and reminded him, “You don’t have a good tolerance for alcohol. It would be a joke if you performed recitation after drinking too much.” After saying this, she twisted her head, surveyed the surroundings, and asked, “Have you had anyone prepare any medicine or scented pouch to sober up?”

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Su Moyi remembered that he had indeed not prepared anything. If she didn’t remind him, he would forget. So he pointed to the short cabinet behind the bookcase at the side of the room and said, “There.”

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Lin Wanqing walked over and started to look through the cabinet. The short cabinet wasn’t big; apart from some books and miscellaneous items, there was little in it, so it was easy to find. She soon found a wooden locket that looked like it contained medicine.

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Su Moyi also marched over at this time. Seeing that she took the right one, he took it and took two pills. He heard a clatter when he was about to leave, and something fell out of the short cabinet.

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Lin Wanqing leaned down and picked it up – it was a picture of a beauty. Flying fairy bun, white fox fur, watery eyes, red lips, and her eyebrows contained love when she smiled. It was charming and vivid.

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Lin Wanqing froze until the man beside her scrambled to snatch the painting. Only then did she ask, “Who is this person?”

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Su Moyi dryly coughed twice. His expression was uncomfortable, hesitating momentarily before saying, “This …… is you, ah.”

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“Me?” Lin Wanqing blinked her eyes and snatched the painting from his hands again, looking it up and down.

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Su Moyi felt weak from her look, panicked, and pointed to the poem inscription: “Meet Qingqing by the Qujiang River. Besides you, who else is called ‘Qingqing’?”

“Oh,” Lin Wanqing suddenly realized. She felt that something was wrong, but she could not say what.

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Outside, a knocking sounded, and the maid came to urge a second time. Su Moyi hurriedly snatched the painting in her hand, stored it in the short cabinet, and said, “You are also tired. Quickly go to bed and rest for a while, and wait for me to come back.” After saying this, he lightly touched the beauty before him again.

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Before leaving, Lin Wanqing pulled a hand towel to wipe the lipstick on his lips and released him.

The guests gradually dispersed when the moon was in the middle of the sky. Inside the room, with beaded curtains, a jade bed, and red candles, the silhouettes overlap and entangle their limbs.

Su Moyi gently undressed Lin Wanqing, and candle flame illuminated her expression, making her softer a few points. Although it was their wedding night, they were already familiar with this matter. Soon, su Moyi teased Lin Wanqing to the point where her face was red and her eyes watery. His long fingers reached the back of her neck and found the thin brocade strap. He gently untied it, and a piece of red satin fell to the ground, revealing the two red plums. He couldn’t wait to suck on them. He held the hard tip of the br*ast in his w*t, warm mouth and circled his tongue.

Lin Wanqing also took the initiative. After opening his middle garment for him, she used her soft hands to stroke the man’s already engorged and hardened prick back and forth.

“Qingqing ……” Su Moyi’s voice has long been hoarse, and his hot and w*t breath makes her ears itchy. But for some reason, the painting she had just seen surfaced before her eyes when she heard these two words.

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Lin Wanqing’s kneading hand paused, gasped, and asked, “Who painted that painting?”

Su Moyi was on the heat, and when suddenly being asked this way, he was too lazy to think and only grabbed her hand and pressed it towards his cr*tch and said sharply, “Me.”

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“Oh…” Lin Wanqing nodded her head, rubbing him while continuing to ask, “But I’ve never worn a flying fairy bun. How did you draw it?”

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Su Moyi kneaded the softness of her chest, holding one of her red plums, vaguely saying, “I paint when I think about it.”

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“En,” Lin Wanqing was silent for a moment before resuming: “But I’ve never been to Qujiang River with you; why did you write the poem ‘Meeting Qingqing by the Qujiang River’? “

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“…… “Su Moyi paused and seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation. He guiltily said: “Can you concentrate a bit when you are in the bridal chamber?”

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“Oh ……” Lin Wanqing settled down, obediently parted her legs, and used her little slit of flesh to rub against his enlarged hardness. Only then did Su Moyi feel a bit more at ease, leaning over to press down on her, holding his prick and probing towards her hole. Perhaps this violent stimulation caused Lin Wanqing to tremble. The appearance of the woman who touched her with her elbow to remind her to return to her senses suddenly surfaced before her eyes. That pair of delicate and cute little tiger teeth was the same as the person in the painting!

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Meeting Qingqing by the Qujiang River. Qingqing’s character’s meaning could be more than her name. Who knows what this dog official means by Qingqing? Then, remembering that vivid beauty picture, Lin Wanqing finally realized it. Having known each other for so long, she had never heard that Lord Su was a painting master. But that painting next to the inscription was clearly from his hand. Having read so many of his official documents and files, she could recognize this person’s handwriting; it would never be wrong. Then, there was only one possibility. A fire of anger that came from nowhere burned her up.

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Lin Wanqing raised her foot flourishly, “The person in the painting is not me.”

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Determined, calm, and with hidden anger, the white lotus foot steadily kicked Su Moyi’s heaving chest, nearly kicking him off the bed.

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“So …… who is that woman?”

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Lord Su: Can we talk about this topic another time?

Qingqing: Of course not! Dog Officer!

Lord Su: I didn’t draw the painting but wrote the poem!

Qingqing: Oh, that’s great. Then I’ll write one for you, too. I can see it but can’t eat it; I follow my wife everywhere and drink vinegar until I’m full. Do you like it?

Lord Su: —