Su Bei’s heart jolted. He subconsciously turned his head towards the direction of the singing.
The small attic window was open, bathed in the quiet moonlight.
A night breeze wrapped around her Confucian silk, making it seem to dance.
A delicate frown brushed her brow, her bright eyes flickered, then turned with a quiet glance.
"Li Zijun..."
Li Zijun’s eyes swiftly swept over Su Bei. Then, with a flick of her long eyelashes, she quietly lowered her head.
Ji Nanjue, expressionless, tugged at Su Bei, her lips curving into a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Husband, what do you think of Li Zijun?"
"Very good, very good..." Su Bei replied.
"Then should I talk to the Confucian Sage after I et him and perhaps set you two up, eh?"
"Very good, very good... Huh?"
"..."
With a lingering fragrance by his side, Su Bei straightened up. He appeared nonchalant, his eyes as clear as snow, and he smiled faintly. "What is Ji Baoer talking about? Is your husband the type to fall for every person he sees?"
"It’s just innocent appreciation. Look at you, jealous?"
"..."
He pinched her nose and, amidst her surprised cry, picked her up and carried her into the room.
Watching this scene, Li Zijun leaned against the low desk, cradling the pipa in her arms. Without uttering a sound, she blinked and murmured to herself, Seeing you should have made happy, yet why can’t Zi Jun feel joyful?
Master...
「...」
Su Bei placed Nan Ji on the brocade couch, but his hand did not leave her body.
He gently caressed her waist. Compared to her delicate, creamy skin, Su Bei’s hand was inevitably coarse.
Wherever he touched, a tingling sensation slowly spread, stirring desire in her heart.
Su Bei bent down to kiss her slender, fair neck, his nose enveloped in her scent.
Only separated by that thin layer of fabric, his large hand beca more uninhibited, molding and changing the shape of her softness.
Seeing Nan Ji’s face grow redder, Su Bei gradually stopped his movents, smiled at her, and said, "Ji Baoer, you’re becoming more and more womanly."
"..."
Ji Nanjue heaved a sigh of relief, her phoenix eyes slightly annoyed. She looked at Su Bei before her and responded, "Are you saying I used to be like a man?"
Su Bei affectionately stroked her nose, laughing as he said, "I’m saying that you’re becoming more beautiful."
Nan Ji’s appearance was sowhat androgynous, exuding a strange beauty. Yet, it seed the longer she was with him, the more her facial expressions carried a captivating charm.
She naturally began to undo Su Bei’s belt.
Through their mutual contact, she had grown increasingly familiar with his little quirks; she would keep her own clothes untouched, leaving everything to him.
Su Bei gently helped her remove the outermost robe, followed by the inner robe. Finally, the ties of the moon-white bellyband were loosened from around her waist, and it slid down to her ankles.
He then stopped and admired her.
Ji Nanjue knelt on the brocade couch. Moonlight stread through the paper window, casting a soft glow on them both.
Even though this had happened countless tis, being stared at by Su Bei still made her unbearably embarrassed. Sha quickly spread up her fair neck, and she turned her head away, avoiding Su Bei’s eyes.
Her dark hair, slightly wavy, fell over her shoulders, revealing a mature beauty!
"Ji Baoer..."
Su Bei’s clothing was still neat, a stark contrast to her.
A smile curled on his lips as he embraced her fully in his arms, then took the ’Supre Yang Lotus Root’ out of the Storage Ring...
「An unknown amount of ti passed.」
Li Zijun’s pipa resonated with a clear, water-like lody, continuously andering.
The music was pleasing to the ear, echoing between the two rooms.
Her hands pressed on the pipa strings, fingers moving left and right, gently strumming.
Her gaze softened, delicately sensing the unique touch of each string until she reached its end.
Outside the small attic window, a gust of night wind blew.
Li Zijun gently flicked her middle finger, swiftly gliding it across the strings.
It was like the sound of a bubbling spring, quietly flowing.
HUM, HUM...
The pipa’s lody seed to accompany this murmuring, secluded spring, flowing quietly on.
It drifted back and forth between the two rooms, carrying the longing of three people, reflected in the water-like, indulgent moonlit night.
It was as if she sat alone above the flowing spring, her black hair swaying with the night wind.
TWANG!
The sound of the pipa suddenly fractured!
Her jade-like fingers pressed upon the strings; the lingering notes, long and drawn out, were like drifting catkins.
It was srizing, as if one were riding the wind, soaring toward the moonlight.
HUM...
A soft moan, "WOO..."
"Softer..."
...
Li Zijun set aside her pipa and fell into a deep sleep.
「Next door.」
Ji Nanjue was like a little kitten. Looking at Su Bei beside her, she gently spoke, "Husband, I think Li Zijun is sowhat mysterious."
"Could she be the reincarnation of so virtuous predecessor from the Confucian School?"
"..."
Su Bei put away the Supre Yang Lotus Root. Slightly puzzled, he embraced her and said, "Why would Ji Baoer suddenly ask such a question?"
Ji Nanjue pondered for a mont, gazing at the moon in the sky. "Her behavior is too mature, completely incongruent with what one would expect of her age. And her logical thinking is too..."
"Hmm... Husband, why are you giving that look?" Ji Nanjue felt Su Bei’s gaze growing more peculiar. She sat up, the brocade quilt sliding from her collarbone as she inquired.
Su Bei ca to his senses. He hesitated and then said, "Could it be... isn’t this how girls of this age normally are?"
Ji Nanjue was montarily stunned by Su Bei’s remark. "Hmm?"
Su Bei crossed his arms behind his head, thought for a mont, and then said, "Among my disciples, aside from Sword Maiden who is a bit naive, the other two are just like this... Hmm, I even had to forcibly bring Xiao Ruoching back to her senses!"
"A bit more mature, ticulous in thought, calm in mind... Isn’t that normal? If you had t my second disciple, then you’d really find sothing strange. I always feel like his gaze wants to devour you."
Ji Nanjue: "..."
Perhaps I’m overthinking it, she thought.
Could it be that having stayed in Luodu for so long, I can no longer keep up with the tis? Have the prodigies of today beco so formidable?
"Husband, have we forgotten sothing?"
"What is it?"
"Have we forgotten to pick hibiscus flowers for Wang Qiu...?"
The mont Ji Nanjue finished speaking, the room sank into silence.
Su Bei’s eyes flickered as he sighed softly and said, "Bla ... That girl will never have soone pluck the hibiscus flowers for her..."
Ji Nanjue lay on Su Bei’s body, gazing into his dark eyes and caressing his cheek. "Back then, you could only do what you did. It’s not your fault."
"We’ll celebrate her birthday for her. That will also be a way of resolving this karma."
"..."
Su Bei closed his eyes and nodded in agreent.
Once the seed of karma is sown, it takes root. It may seem insignificant, but no one can predict its impact on the future.
"Tomorrow, let’s go pick the hibiscus flowers for her," Su Bei said.
"..."
Ji Nanjue nodded.
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