Chapter 106: The Bashful Jingling Young Master

  Wei Luo got angry for a while. When the maidservants came over again to pour wine, she moved the cup away once more.

  At this moment, when everyone looked at her again, they only saw the hem of her skirt. Her slender figure was completely blocked by the young master of Quanling.

  Wei Luo, who couldn't feel the gaze of the crowd, was overjoyed. She held her chopsticks in one hand and a wine cup in the other, drinking and eating with big mouthfuls.

  She ate and felt that the son of Jinling was slightly straightening up, leaning towards her a few. Just at this time, the servant who poured wine passed by again. A little annoyed, Wei Luo immediately moved the low table back a bit, and when the "rustling" sound of the moving low table entered the ears of the son of Jinling, he was stunned.

  He slightly tilted his head and asked in a light tone, "Why move the chess pieces?"

  A loud and clear voice came, "No other reason, just the sound of thunder rumbling, making a noise in my belly, disturbing your ears, young master!"

  She said that here, took a big gulp of water, "gurgling" two sounds swallowed down, and slightly made a small belch. The voice was quite clear.

  Jingling Gongzi heard the sound coming from behind him, which was unreservedly loud and clear. For some reason, the corners of his mouth curved upwards again.

  He smiled slightly without realizing it and immediately retracted it in an instant.

  At the banquet, several Vietnamese women were pale and distracted. The party had unknowingly lost interest among the crowd.

  An hour later, the Duke of Jingling announced the end of the banquet.

  After the banquet, the people of Yue came to bid farewell to the Prince of Jingling. At the same time, the carriages of the Marquis of Jin had arrived at the Jingling Mansion, which were to take the princesses of Yue into the palace.

  Everyone knew that since the Duke of Jingling did not want to take in Yuer, who had already performed the ceremony of leaving her home country, she could only marry the Marquis of Jin. The Marquis of Jin, as a regional lord, would be a suitable husband for a woman like Yuer and would not bring shame to the state of Yue.

  Which maiden does not love a handsome young man? The eldest princess and other women originally thought that the Duke of Jingling, such a handsome and great husband, was the one they relied on. Now, however, she can only enter the palace of Jin and become a concubine of an old and withered man, which is really hard for them to accept.

  However, in matters involving national transactions, they do not accept and have no way. Therefore, on the evening of that day, all the people from Yue left the Jingling Mansion and entered the Jin Palace. After a few days, the Marquis of Jin formally enfeoffed the eldest princess of Yue as Ji.

  Weilo is now in a subordinate position, her attendant, unlike the servant who serves the lord, she only needs to follow the Duke of Jingling during working hours. She can't even enter the Duke's bedroom at will.

  In imperceptible ways, she has gained a lot more private space.

  This day is a festival in Shanxi Province.

  This festival is the most popular among the people, with spring sunshine and blooming flowers everywhere. For our ancestors who had a certain reverence for reproduction and were very emotional, they decided to hold a grand gathering of young people, to reconnect with each other, to meet new relatives, and then conveniently have a wild tryst with someone they fancied.

  This is similar to the later generations' outing in spring. Young men and women appear on the riverbank, in the fields, and beside the mountains on a sunny day in spring. Wherever the scenery is beautiful, there are young people's figures in pairs. The white cranes on the sandy beach are startled by the wild geese that are kissing each other from time to time, and their clear cries echo through the sky as they fly away.

  This festival is regardless of status, many unrestrained noblewomen will also appear, and have a tryst with some merchant or some noble's private favorite boy.

  This is the season of spring.

  It is said that this festival originated from the time of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and in the eyes of people at that time, it still had some weight. This festival was originally for praying for prosperity in the tribe, but now its significance is no longer important, what's important is that it remains a substantial festival expected by young people.

  On this day, almost all young people, including the sons of kings and nobles, would wear deep clothing that ordinary people could also wear, and come among the crowds.

  On this day, the Prince of Jingling also received an invitation.

  There were fifty or sixty noble ladies invited, equivalent to more than half of the noble ladies in Xintian City who had status and position. Their carriages had been parked outside the mansion of the Duke of Jingling early on, each one heavily made up but wearing the simplest deep clothing, giggling and staring eagerly at the door, waiting for his appearance.

  After all, such a day only comes once a year, and the noble ladies who have been eyeing Qingling Gongzi for a long time have been waiting for this day to arrive.

  The Duke of Jingling cannot refuse.

  The emotions of the people are free and uninhibited, loving whoever they want, coming and going as they please, and having wild sex whenever they feel like it. If the young master of Queling were to reject such a normal invitation from these noblewomen, people would be baffled and it would become a laughingstock.

  So, early in the morning, Wei Luo accompanied the furrowed-browed Jinling young master, watching him try to speak several times but stop himself, and prepare to go out only to return again. He was already wearing deep mourning clothes, and Wei Luo also wore deep mourning clothes; a few other young swordsmen of similar age were waiting for him outside.

  Everything is ready, just waiting for him to decide on the trip.

  Wei Luo knew why he was hesitating. Someone as serious as him appearing at this kind of festival really felt a bit out of place.

  So, Wei Luo would occasionally steal glances at him and see a hint of shyness on his handsome face.

  Just a glance, Wei Luo hastily lowered her head. She tightly closed her mouth, her shoulders shaking, afraid that if she wasn't careful, the laughter she was holding back would escape - at this time, if she dared to laugh, she might be killed by the furious Jinling young master.

  The Duke of Jingling walked another circle.

  After a while, he sighed and muttered to himself, "A dignified young master, yet afraid of being teased by a group of girls? How humiliating."

  His voice had barely fallen when he heard a suspicious snicker.

  The Prince of Jingling quickly turned his head and saw that the swordsmen ten steps away all had solemn expressions, and Wei Luo's child also honestly lowered his head.

  However, he still glared at Wei Luo for a moment. Then, he suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Wei Luo's arm.

  Wei Luo was stunned, and just as she lifted her head, he had already pulled her into a tight hug.

  He exerted too much force, causing Wei Luo to tumble towards him. If she hadn't quickly circulated her internal energy and used the Iron Board Bridge technique, she would have fallen into his arms.

  Jingling Gongzi seemed to be unaware that he had pinched Wei Luo too hard, and he looked at her with a serious expression, commanding: "If there is a woman nearby, block her!"... "Yes." Wei Luo's voice was slightly trembling, as if she was suppressing laughter. Therefore, Jingling Gongzi glared at her again.

  He hesitated for a moment, then strode forward with large steps, "Let's go."

  "Agreed."

  Many swordsmen responded in unison, and a group of people surged out of the door.

  They had not yet reached the gate when they heard a soft, continuous noise outside, which was incessant. The Duke of Jingling heard those noisy sounds and rubbed his brow with anxiety.

  He rubbed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he saw Wei Luo still hunched over with her shoulders shaking.

  At this moment, he frowned and shouted: "Wei Luo!"

  The voice was loud and majestic, Wei Luo immediately looked up and responded solemnly: "Yes."

  The Prince of Jingling slowly raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Today's matter will be handled by you. If there is one person or one thing that displeases me, you will kill yourself!"

  Huh?

  Wei Luo stared at him with her mouth agape, unable to believe it. However, the Prince of Jingling turned his head and walked out with large strides, ignoring her.

  Chapter 106: The Bashful Jingling Young Master

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