Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

I shuddered, and some words popped up in my mind: "Shock?! The richest man in the wilderness actually did such a thing for her?!", "So what if I was dressed as a maid? Just watch me turn the clouds and rain with a flip of my hand!", "The prince of Qingqiu was furious, and the prince of Yueliang died. What is the reason for all the grudges?"

I couldn't help shaking my head to get rid of all these random thoughts. I walked closer to Tu Shanjing, took the fire starter from his hand, and fumbled to light the red candle on the table.

The candlelight flickered, his face was illuminated and dimmed, and my mood was fluctuating.

I asked timidly, "Sir, can you kill him?"

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he replied, "It's difficult, but not impossible. We need to plan slowly. If you want, wait for me for a while and we'll make a long-term plan."

I thought about it for a moment and said, "No?"

He said: "You can't bear it? But he insults you and beats you..."

I looked at him and said, "I'm not heartbroken for him, I just can't bear to see you. You are gentle and kind, with a heart as bright as the moon. I can't imagine you with blood on your hands. I only wish... I wish I could be like the stars and the moon, shining brightly every night."

He couldn't help but be moved, lowered his eyes and murmured: "The light is bright every night..."

I added, "The death penalty can be avoided, but the punishment of life can be hard to escape. If the young master uses your power, you can prevent him from buying good things for whatever he wants, such as the top-quality medicinal materials that will be used to treat his injuries. Then, you can bribe a few guards and servants around him, and small officials in the court, so that they can make trouble for him from time to time and report him, making his life less comfortable from now on. In the long run, it can be considered a punishment. Young master...how about this?"

After saying that, I looked at him carefully, because I didn't know how far his hand reached or how much power he had.

He smiled slightly and replied, "Okay."

I smiled knowingly and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, young master! Lanxiang is waiting to see him make a fool of himself! Oh, I won't talk about him anymore, it makes me feel upset! Young master, let me help you wash up, you must be tired after being busy all day and all night."

Tu Shanjing sat down and nodded, then said, "But it's late at night, Rong Xin is injured and didn't come, and I also dismissed the strange substitute servants and maids. You are unfamiliar with the place, so it might be inconvenient to find someone to bring some hot water now."

I laughed and said, "Master Qingqiu, plotting against the prince is not difficult for you, so how can a basin of hot water be difficult for you?" After saying that, I walked out of the room with the copper basin and scooped a basin of fresh snow from the yard.

When he saw me coming back with a basin of snow, he smiled knowingly, took the copper basin, held it up with his hand, and a light blue light appeared.

Soon, I saw the snow in the copper basin melt, and after a while, hot steam came out.

I took the copper basin and said, "In ancient times, scholars boiled snow to make tea. Today, Lanxiang boils snow to wash you. Please go in, sir."

He smiled, and dipped his snow-white hands into the water, which sparkled like crystal. He scooped up some water, gently patted it on his face, and rubbed it up and down.

I put the basin on the ground to collect water, then turned around and found a face towel for him. He took it and pressed it against one side of his cheek, his eyes tightly closed, looking a bit boyish.

After he wiped it, I poured the water to the edge of the yard, changed the basin and scooped up another basin of snow.

As usual, after heating them up, he saw me put my slippers next to the basin, and said shyly, "I can wash them myself."

Seeing that he seemed a little shy, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed too, and hurriedly replied, "Okay, then Lanxiang will go and make the quilt for you, young master."

He had just taken off his shoes and socks, put his white, slightly pink feet into the basin, and said, "Wait, wait a minute!"

I turned around in confusion, and he blushed slightly and said, "Please help me carry the quilt to the couch outside. I don't want to sleep yet. I still want to... talk to you for a while."

I nodded, and as soon as I turned around, I couldn't hold back the smile on my face. The corners of my mouth were almost stretched to the back of my head. I walked briskly to the inner room and carried the quilt from his bed to the couch in the outer room.

By this time he had finished washing and was putting his dried feet into his slippers. I ran over again, carrying the basin and pouring it out in the backyard.

When I came back, he was already sitting on the couch, wearing my blanket that was folded on the couch.

Seeing me coming back, he waved and said, "Come here, I have something for you."

When I heard that there was another gift, I walked over with a smile on my face, sat opposite him, and asked with a smile: "Sir, you are so generous! What is it?"

He reached into his arms and took out an ebony box. He opened the lid and found two brushes lying quietly inside. The pen holders were made of smooth, fine ox horn, but the tips were a little unusual, with a tuft of red hair.

"I went out this morning and found the best craftsman in the city to roll up... roll up part of Little Red's mane. I left half -"

He took out a handful of red horse hair from his sleeve, which was exactly what I had put on the table before he applied medicine to me that day. Maybe I was in a very emotional mood that day, and I cried a lot and left it with him. Later, I was delayed by many things and my mind was overwhelmed, so I didn't think about it.

He carefully observed my expression and continued, "I'll leave half of it for you. But this horsehair has not been treated and has been soaked in water, so you need to take good care of it and be careful of it getting moth-eaten and moldy in the future."

My eyes were sore. He went to so much trouble to do half and keep the other half. He gave me a long-lasting remembrance, but was afraid that I would not like it if he acted on my own, so he kept the half for me. His delicate and soft mind made me want to cry again.

I took it with tears in my eyes, turned around and carefully put it in the small bundle I had placed beside the couch, took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you, sir."

He patted my shoulder to comfort me. Seeing that I didn't look back for a long time, he put his other hand on my shoulder and turned me around with a little force.

I lowered my head so that he wouldn't see my tears. He said softly, "You've cried enough today. Don't cry anymore. I didn't mean to make you cry."

I couldn't help myself and nodded, a tear dripping from the corner of my eye. He looked at me steadily with his clear starry eyes and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of my eye.

"What's that in the corner of your eye?" he asked softly.

I looked at him through my tearful eyes and saw only a red mark on his fingertips.

"Yes, it's rouge." Maybe she washed her face in too much of a hurry and didn't wash off the remaining rouge.

"I shouldn't have put on this rouge. If I hadn't put it on and was bare-faced, maybe Yue Liang wouldn't have been so pestering." I choked.

"Don't make excuses for yourself, you did nothing wrong. And you look good with it on."

Tu Shanjing's lips, which were not painted red, opened slightly, revealing a moist and lustrous glow. He reached out and stroked my slightly swollen cheek, and his affectionate eyes looked at me like autumn water.

"When I saw you today, I thought you looked like a rose in the snow."

*The poem in the article is quoted from Fan Chengda's "Che Yao Yao Pian".