Chapter Fifteen Collecting Snow

  It was another bright morning, with sunlight streaming through the windows of the small building and waking up the man and woman who were still entwined together on the big bed.

  Xue'er was experiencing her first time, feeling extremely shy and embarrassed. However, she quickly got out of bed to prepare for serving and washing up. Meanwhile, Ximen Qing lay on his back with his hands behind his head, gazing at the busy Xue'er with a look of endless aftertaste.

  Last night's several bouts of wind and snow gave Snow a sense of dependence, while Ximen Qing also felt that he had more interactions with this strange world.

  Who would have thought that such a delicate body could accommodate his robustness? Women are truly incomprehensible creatures.

  Ximen Qing thought to himself, and his lower body naturally stirred up again, making him feel a little embarrassed. He couldn't possibly call over busy Xue'er for another round, could he? As it turned out, this physique was indeed well worth the investment, no wonder it was nurtured by fine clothes and food.

  "Master, everything is ready." Xue'er was like a diligent daughter-in-law and soon brought over a basin of water for washing her face, placing it on the shelf beside her. She came to the bedside and softly called out.

  Ximen Qing grunted and sat up straight, throwing off the covers and getting out of bed. Suddenly, he felt a chill run over him.

  The wind blows and the egg is a bit cool...

  Originally a night of romance, Ximen Qing not only had his upper body exposed, but also his underpants were long gone, our great official Ximen stood naked in front of Snowy.

  "Ah..." Ximen Qing was suddenly extremely embarrassed, not knowing what to say, and just as he was about to shrink back into bed and call for Yuxiang to bring his clothes, unexpectedly Yuxiang's small face turned red, and she boldly knelt down, her slender small hands grasping the half-erect thing.

  "Master, I'm still inexperienced in such matters... and haven't recovered yet." Xue'er's face turned even redder, her small hands began to move back and forth: "I can only serve Master like this then."

  Being a man is great!

  Is this heart-wrenching feeling happiness?

  Ximen Qing sighed and inadvertently felt a heat in his lower body, only to find that Yuxiao had already begun to work together with her cherry-like mouth.

  Although it was only last night that I received the transmission, the movements were a bit awkward, but this scene, this angle, is truly the dream of men's hearts in the world.

  After finishing, Ximen Qing stood there with his legs apart, staring at Snowy who was rummaging through the trunk and finding spare clothes for herself.

  "I'll come myself." Ximen Qing said softly as he looked at the first girl he had conquered after crossing over into this shell.

  Xue Er nodded with a "wu wu" sound and hastily ran outside the door.

  Ximen Qing put on his clothes and pants, feeling very satisfied, he walked towards the washstand to get ready for a wash. "The vast expanse of the horizon is my love, the gentle hills and mountains where flowers are in bloom..." Ximen Qing suddenly felt an urge to sing as he looked into the basin with the warm water still steaming slightly.

  It's really strange, why did he suddenly want to sing this song?

  Ximen Qing's gaze was involuntarily drawn to several objects beside him as he shook his head.

  A delicate small dish with a pinch of pure white powder sparkling in the sunlight.

  The Jingdezhen qingbai porcelain bowl also contains hot water, and at night a wooden strip slightly thicker than chopsticks and shorter is placed on top, with fine bristles at the end.

  Ximen Qing was overjoyed at the sight and picked up the wooden stick to examine it carefully.

  Well, this is good red wood, but what animal's hair is this?

  Suddenly an idea woke Ximen Qing up, and he looked at the white powder on the plate beside him, took a small amount and put it in his mouth.

  It's salty...

  Damn it! Isn't this a toothbrush?!

  Is that salt used for brushing teeth?

  Ximen Qing looked at the "ancient" toothbrush in horror, a chill rising from the soles of his feet, an ominous feeling spreading throughout his body, even his scalp felt numb.

  Looking over to the other side of the washbasin, a small yellowish-brown block was propped up on the shelf, just the right size to be held in one's hand.

  Damn it! Isn't this soap?!

  Ximen Qing brought a glimmer of hope and tried it out, only to discover with sorrow that his mother's was just a bar of soap.

  This discovery suddenly kicked Ximen Qing from the peak of happiness to the bottom of a deep valley, and for a moment his mind was like an explosion; thinking back to yesterday's hopeful writing of toothbrushes and soap on the "plan book", even carefully drawing the front and top views of the toothbrush, Ximen Qing now wanted to die, no wonder Shu Tong'er had a strange expression when helping him clean up yesterday.

  It's as if I had traveled back in time to a week ago, confidently buying 100 sets of cheating lottery numbers that were sure to win, only to discover that I had mistakenly read the wrong date on the newspaper.

  Ximen Qing's hand slipped in his sorrow, and the soap fell into the washbasin, making intimate contact with the copper bottom.

  Xue'er, who was rinsing her mouth at the door, heard the noise and hurried in to take a look: "Master, what's going on..."

  Ximen Qing held up his toothbrush and compared it with Snowy: "Snowy, look at this toothbrush, what's going on?"

  "Old man..." Xue'er was momentarily unaware of what had happened, causing Xi Menqing to angrily wave his toothbrush: "This toothbrush was also used by you before, what's wrong with it?"

  "What's that?" Ximen Qing suddenly woke up, and his mind flashed out a trivial memory from the corner.

  In 1115, toothbrushes suddenly appeared in Tokyo and became popular throughout the country in less than three months, making girls smile even brighter.

  At the same time, magical soap also appeared, divided into hand-washing and laundry types, which quickly became popular across the country.

  That's all.

  Ximen Qing repeatedly searched his memories for a good several times, only to confirm that he had not encountered any other objects that suddenly appeared in this world. At the same time, Ximen Qing was also very certain that these two things must have been created by some unknown crosser who was somewhere else, and the strong evidence was the name "soap".

  Because when this thing was first printed from the West, it had the name "yang furnace", and China's indigenous invention was called "yuanzi". The modern name of soap does not fit in with this world.

  What's wrong with you? You're actually late by a few years? But will I be afraid of you?

  Ximen Qing accepted this inference and instead calmed down, thoughtfully putting down the toothbrush, comforting Xue'er: "It's nothing, just a headache for a moment..."

  Xue'er also heard other maids mention that their master had a relapse of his old illness, and hastily rushed forward to support Ximen Qing: "Master, otherwise... why not go back to bed and rest?"

  If you still go to bed, you will definitely not be able to fall asleep.

  Supported by Xue'er, Xi Menqing's heart was warm and he smiled: "It doesn't matter, it's all right now, don't worry."

  "Don't tell others about this matter."

  Yuer looked at Ximen Qing's serious eyes and lowered her head: "Whatever master says, I will listen."

  Ximen Qing nodded in satisfaction: "There's one more thing."

  "From today on, Xue'er, you will live in this small building, just like your mother. I will come to visit you often." Xi Menqing looked at Xue'er with deep meaning: "As for your aunt's side, I will let her continue to provide for you as usual."

  Xue'er finally understood the meaning of Ximen Qing's words, and with a red face, she knocked her head: "Master, I don't want any fame or status...I just ask to serve you for the rest of my life."

  Ximen Qing reached out and helped Xue'er up, once again feeling her petite frame: "I'll take care of the formalities, you just need to take good care of yourself."

  Xue Er burst into tears, since Zhuo Di'er's death, no one could look down on herself. Wu Yue Niang casually arranged for her to go to the kitchen and become a scullery maid. If she hadn't been pulled away to serve dishes at the Ximen household that day, there would have only been two paths left for her:

  Being bullied by everyone, being beaten and scolded, and finally being sold again.

  Or that day Wu Yue-niang was so delighted that she gave herself to some young servant.

  Ximen Qing's heart was filled with compassion, and he softly comforted her for a while. Suddenly, Yuxiao remembered something and broke free from Ximen Qing, running to the front room. Ximen Qing followed in surprise, only to find Yuxiao holding Zhu Bao's memorial tablet and sitting silently, tears streaming down her face.

  But this time, it should be tears of happiness.

  Ximen Qing didn't want to disturb him, so he had no choice but to go back himself, hastily washing his face and brushing his teeth before walking back to the front room saying: "I'll take a walk in the courtyard."

  Xue Er suddenly came to her senses and realized she had lost her composure, hastily trying to get up: "Master, I haven't helped you wash up yet."

  "Aren't you already serving me?" Ximen Qing blinked his eyes: "You just rest well, from now on, when speaking to me, don't use this maid's tone anymore, but instead treat yourself as my woman, Ximen Qing."

  "Master..." Xue'er saw Ximen Qing was half joking and half serious, and for a moment couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Ximen Qing nodded in satisfaction and strode towards the garden with a majestic gait.

  After all this commotion, it was already high noon, the sun shone on his body lazily, and the fresh air filled with zero pollutants made Ximen Qing's spirit shake, feeling that it was time to move his muscles.

  He rummaged through his memory and pulled out some of Ximen Qing's original moves, such as the "flower fist" and "embroidered legs", and randomly practiced them in the courtyard, but he was not quite satisfied with himself.

  What's the use of this flower fist and leg technique besides attracting females? Lifting legs so high, even if it's not Wu Song, even Wu Dalang can knock himself down with one kick.

  Ximen Qing reluctantly put away his intention, wanting to follow his own habit of jogging slowly around the garden for a few laps, only to find that Song Dynasty's long gown and large cloak were not suitable at all, let alone this pair of authentic double-faced calfskin boots.

  Helpless, he had to pick up his clothes and tuck them in, then found a flat bluestone by the pond and started doing push-ups.

  This strange shape suddenly attracted the attention of the passing maidservants, who gathered around to take a closer look.

  "I say, old master, how come this set of movements looks so familiar? Didn't you take someone in last night?" A maid discovered something and nudged her companion.

  "You little dead girl, are you waiting every day for the old master to deal with you using this set of actions?" Her companion teased back.

  "What about you?"

  After finally making a hundred of them, Ximen Qing, who was preparing to make an all-out effort to break through his own limits, heard these conversations and had no choice but to stop what he was doing. He stood up, clapped his hands, and prepared to go ahead and have breakfast.

  "The mistress is coming..." A maid whispered: "Disperse! Disperse!"

  At once the maids scattered like birds and beasts, the crowd parted, Wu Yueniang walked up with a black face and angrily asked: "Where did you go last night? That little slut Snowy, didn't she ask you to take her in?"