The Heavens Begin with Dream of the Red Chamber

Chapter 165 Going through the back door

For the next two days, Mrs. Wang kept avoiding Lin Daiyu, for fear of meeting her and causing such an embarrassing situation to happen again.

But on the other hand, she also completely let go of the constraints of her mind.

Anyway, even Miss Lin, the future mistress of the Zhan family, knows about this kind of thing. What else is there for her to hide?
Just throw away the jar!
So after tossing and turning all night, she said hello to Jia Zheng and went to visit Zhan's house on the pretext of "inquiring".

She really came to ask about something, but she also had some self-destructive thoughts in her heart. She thought that if Master Zhan really had any ill intentions, she would just go along with him. Who cares about Xiao Eleven or Madam Wang? She was still her own person!
But who knew that she came at an inopportune moment, as Master Zhan had just been invited to a banquet hosted by Jia Huan and was not at home at the moment.

Mrs. Wang came back empty-handed and chatted with Xing Xiuyun who received her for a few words. She then learned that Mr. Zhan and Jia Huan had gone out for a drink. She immediately began to panic again.

She had just learned from Sister Lin yesterday that this Aunt Zhao was the Little Thirteen who she would meet behind the veil later. Whenever she thought of the ways this vixen used to seduce men, Mrs. Wang felt a little nervous.

Although it was Jia Huan who invited the guests, Huan Saner was just a good-for-nothing, and the one who was plotting behind the scenes must have been Aunt Zhao.

She was very "confident" about Master Zhan's lust. If that vixen took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, Master Zhan would certainly not refuse.

If this vixen whispers something in Master Zhan's ear, Master Zheng's attitude towards her will be a lesson for him!
She had something on her mind and was not in the mood to socialize. She chatted with Xing Xiuyan for a few words, then said goodbye and left the Zhan Mansion, and went back.

Her mind was never idle during the whole journey. She was full of all kinds of wild thoughts, fearing that Master Zhan would not be able to resist the temptation of that vixen and would expel her from the Veil Society again.

Not to mention that the Veil Society holds the truth about her murder of the old lady and holds her life in their hands, just the benefits she has received from Master Zhan in the past few days make it difficult for her to give up.

The physical pleasure was secondary. What was more important was the enhancement of her body functions brought by the secret medicine.

She is now over 40 years old. Even if she takes good care of herself, her face has some wrinkles. Her physical strength has dropped sharply, and she often suffers from backaches, cold limbs and chills. But since being nourished by Master Zhan, many of her minor symptoms have healed without medication, and her physical condition is getting better day by day. Even her strength and appetite are much greater than before.

She knew her own body condition very well. This was definitely not due to the normal intake of health supplements, but was purely the special effect of the secret medicine.

During the days when she had been hanging out with the monsters in the Veil Society's cave, she had observed carefully that each of those women was like a real monster. The skin hidden under their clothes was so delicate that it was fragile. They usually put on makeup just to make themselves look older so that others would not discover their flaws.

Especially Sister Xiaojiu, who is almost forty years old, but after removing her makeup, she looks like a twenty-year-old girl, with a pink and tender body, which does not match her age at all.

Their strength was so terrifying that they could easily sprint while holding her in one arm.

Even a strong man may not be able to possess this kind of exaggerated strength, just like a military general who has practiced martial arts.

Considering that Xichun from the East Mansion had suddenly started practicing martial arts and was making rapid progress, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but start to wonder if this girl Xichun was also having an affair with Master Zhan.

If we take into account Little Ten, Little Twelve, and Little Thirteen who may join in the future, in this huge Jia Mansion, wouldn't the mistress be caught in one fell swoop by Master Zhan?

If she was kicked out, who would have the final say in this mansion in the future?

Could it be that although she is the lady of the mansion on paper, she is secretly being bullied by Aunt Zhao?
Unfortunately, these things can only happen in secret. Even if she was bullied by Xiao Shisan, she dared not expose it and let Master Zheng give her justice.

She was reluctant to lose Master Zhan's Tang Monk flesh, nor was she willing to see the power in the mansion being usurped by Aunt Zhao. So after returning home, she thought about it and decided that she had to disrupt Aunt Zhao's plans and not let her have the chance to join the Veil Society.

Madam Wang quietly called Zhou Ruijia over and whispered,
"From today on, you will arrange a few smart people to quietly follow Aunt Zhao and keep a close eye on her every move. If there are any suspicious movements, they must report to me immediately."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhou Ruijia slapped her thigh and shouted with great joy:

"Madam should have done this a long time ago!"

"That Aunt Zhao is usually arrogant and domineering. She relies on the master's favor and never takes the wife seriously. Now that the wife has taken charge of the household, she should take good care of this slut!"

She patted her chest and assured Mrs. Wang:
"Don't worry, Madam. I can bribe the maidservants around Aunt Zhao with just some money. No matter what happens, nothing will be hidden from our eyes and ears."

Mrs. Wang knew that this was not the time to be stingy, so she waved her hand generously.

"This is easy. Just withdraw 100 taels of silver from your account and bribe a few more people. Just remember to be cautious and don't let the master know about these things."

When Zhou Ruijia received the silver, her face immediately lit up with joy, she kept swearing and swearing, and then went out to do her business.

But Master Zhan was invited by Jia Huan to drink, but he did not go to any restaurant, but came to a house in a secluded place in the city.

Jia Huan and Qin Zhong had been waiting here. When they saw Master Zhan coming, they stepped forward to greet him with a smile and invited him into the courtyard.

Jia Huan led the way and introduced:

"This house was given to me by my master as a reward for passing the imperial examination."

Mr. Zhan looked around and saw that the house was not too big, with only two entrances, front and back, but the environment was quiet and quite interesting.

After all, the Rongguo Mansion still has some foundation. The house that was given to them casually has the atmosphere of a wealthy and scholarly mansion, not the appearance of an ordinary family residence.

After entering the back house, a maid came over and asked everyone to simply wash their hands and faces, and then went into the hall to sit down and drink.

After three rounds of drinking, Mr. Zhan asked with a smile:

"Why did you two think of treating me to a drink today?"

Jia Huan smiled and said:
"If it weren't for Brother Zhan's painstaking teaching, how could the two of us have passed the three levels and become scholars?"

"There were many accidents in the mansion before, and I have been busy all the time. It's too late to invite you to dinner today to express my gratitude. Brother Zhan, please don't blame me."

Master Zhan smiled and waved his hand, saying:
"No one can help you with exams. You have to study hard to get the results. I am just guiding you. You don't have to thank me."

Jia Huan and the other two toasted repeatedly:

"Brother Zhan is too modest. If it weren't for the money he used to entice us, I'm afraid we would have fallen asleep as soon as we saw those complicated things, let alone recite them carefully."

"Yes, yes. If the merit of passing the exam is ten points, Brother Zhan alone gets nine points. The remaining one point belongs to the two of us. Brother Zhan, please don't be too modest."

Mr. Zhan did not bother to be polite with these two cheap brothers-in-law. He drank the wine till the cup was empty and drank happily.

After a few more rounds of drinking, Jia Huan smiled and said:
"We both know our own talents. We are lucky to pass the examination. If we want to pass the imperial examination again in the future, it will be as difficult as ascending to heaven."

"Why not just follow Brother Zhan and ask him to help guide us? Isn't that better than our own efforts?"

"The two of us helped out in the workshop before, and we have some understanding of the progress of the steam engine. Now that the prototype has been revised many times, it seems to be able to be used normally."

"Brother Zhan, when you report your achievements to the higher authorities in the future, please include our names and ask for a proper status for us."

"Of course I don't want to let Brother Zhan do something for nothing. I know that Brother Zhan likes beautiful women, so I spent a lot of money to prepare a beautiful girl for Brother Zhan. She is said to be an expert in dancing, with soft and delicate body, and perfect for playing with." After hearing this, Master Zhan laughed.

"You two are thoughtful, but I am used to seeing beauties in the world, and ordinary people can't take my eye off them."

Qin Zhong then smiled and said:

"Brother Zhan, don't worry. I have seen that beautiful girl before. In terms of appearance and figure, she is first-rate and definitely not inferior to the concubines in the mansion."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhan immediately became interested.

"Well, since you two are so interested, I will give you some face and go enjoy it later. If you like it, you can take it home."

Jia Huan was overjoyed and hastened to toast again:
"I have arranged everything. The person is waiting at the back. If Brother Zhan is interested, I will call her up and ask her to dance for you to drink."

Mr. Zhan was getting drunk and felt itchy, so he nodded and agreed.

So Jia Huan waved to the maid next to him, and the maid retreated.

Then Mr. Zhan noticed that the light suddenly became dim. He looked around and found that the window was covered with thick curtains to block out the sunlight outside.

Jia Huan explained with a smile:
"It's still early today. Watching the dance in broad daylight always lacks some interest, so I blocked the light. It's hazy and unclear, but it's more interesting."

"Haha..." Master Zhan gave him a thumbs up and praised him with a smile: "That makes sense. Only those who are not experts in this field can say such things!"

"It is said that a beauty looks even more beautiful when viewed under a lamp. There is some truth to this."

"Generally speaking, beauties all have their own beauty, but few are perfect. If the light is dim, people can focus only on the beauty of the beauty and ignore the minor flaws, which will naturally make people feel more."

Jia Huan and the other man also laughed loudly, clapped their hands and echoed:

"I see. If it weren't for Brother Zhan telling us about this, we really wouldn't have known the truth behind it!"

After the light in the hall dimmed, a maid came up and lit a few lamps in the corner.

The light was as small as a bean, and the illumination range was only a few feet. However, it was shrouded in pink gauze, making the light even more hazy. The light reflected each other and created a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

Jia Huan stood up and fumbled around. He didn't know what mechanism he pulled, but a few translucent ribbons hung down from the roof, fragmenting his vision even more.

A series of footsteps were heard in the darkness, and a group of people walked into the hall. Then they leaned against the wall and disappeared into the darkness, playing the zither and pipa.

As the music progressed, a figure somersaulted into the place where the lights intersected.

I saw that this person had a lace veil on his face, which covered his entire face tightly, revealing only a pair of clear eyes. His eyebrows were heavily made up, with flying eyebrows and a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, looking quite exotic.

Looking at her attire again, she was dressed in pink. What she wore was more like a beggar's version of a silk ribbon dress than a colorful feathered robe. It was like a long, wide silk ribbon that wrapped around key parts of the woman's body, then slid down and extended to her limbs, exposing her jade-like arms, legs and bare feet.

Except for the key parts that are blocked by cross-ribbons to prevent exposure during dancing, other parts are only covered with a thin layer. As the dancing movements change the position of the ribbons, the skin underneath appears and disappears, which is particularly eye-catching.

Oh, are there still such seductive clothes in this era?

This is totally in line with Mr. Zhan’s aesthetic!

It's not that Mr. Zhan hasn't seen the dances of this era, not to mention those dances performed in formal occasions that are dignified and look grand.

The dances in the Qinlou and Chuguan are either very artistic, but not fully exposed, which always gives people a sense of scratching an itch. Or they are simply very exposed, going straight to the lower body, very simple and direct.

The former is for scholars and literati, and is very consistent with their introverted and reserved character; the latter is for playboys and young gentlemen, and the purpose is to arouse their lust and make them quickly pick up their guns and mount their horses to create achievements for them.

But Master Zhan is different from both of these people. His threshold has been raised by various young ladies in later generations. He has no interest in those straightforward dances, and he is not very interested in the dances of literati and poets that are mixed with artistic sense.

What he likes is a dance that blends the two together, a dance that is somewhere in between, very ambiguous and very seductive.

This is in line with his aesthetic.

But unfortunately, even in the capital city, where fireworks are most popular, he has never seen anyone dance like this.

This is actually not that difficult, but the problem is that no one will make adjustments specifically for him as a customer.

Therefore, Master Zhan had no choice but to personally guide the rehearsals in his own girl group, allowing Xie Luan, Pei Feng and others to practice according to their own preferences.

Unexpectedly, he saw a wild young artist here. This really made Mr. Zhan very excited!
However, this dancer does not seem to be as good as Jia Huan boasted. Many of her movements do not look very standard. But those who understand will understand. Who cares about the movements when watching a young lady's dance? Aren't they all staring at the plump Xue Zi and long legs?
It is enough as long as it can meet your own aesthetic taste, why do you need a bicycle?
Master Zhan's eyes were burning as they wandered over the dancer's body, unwilling to move away even a bit.

Jia Huan secretly glanced at Master Zhan, and seeing that he was watching intently, he quietly stood up, pulled Qin Zhong, who was staring at the side, and shook his head away in an angry manner.

Qin Zhong suddenly realized that this was not something he should see, so he quietly got up and slipped out with Jia Huan.

Without these two eyesores, the dancer's movements became more and more erotic, with many large-scale movements. She rolled over on the ground barefoot, raised her legs high, and did splits, causing the silk ribbons wrapped around her body to twist here and there, revealing many enchanting parts of her body.

The sound of music became more and more rapid. The dancer suddenly jumped up, grabbed the silk ribbon hanging from the ceiling with both hands, and used the force to soar into the air. She spun and jumped in the air, turning and moving, and slowly wandered towards the direction of Master Zhan.

The aerial movements were naturally more difficult. The dancer seemed to have not practiced for long and was quite unfamiliar with them. However, the loose silk ribbons on her body perfectly made up for this shortcoming and caught Mr. Zhan's attention, who could not take his eyes off her.

The dancer tumbled in the air, her legs wide open and closed, her beauty looming.

The music suddenly stopped and the oil lamps in the hall went out at the same time. The room was suddenly dark, and at the same time, a fragrant breeze blew over. Master Zhan stretched out his hands and a ball of soft jade fell into his arms.

With just a light touch, Mr. Zhan found that the touch was a little familiar!

This is obviously Tanchun!

Mr. Zhan has sharp ears and eyes, and can see at night. Even a dark environment cannot affect his sight. However, he has always been a person with a sense of humor. If he insists on seeing clearly when he should be enjoying the dim scenery, wouldn't that be a real spoiler?

So when he saw Jia Huan had people cover the indoor lights, he adjusted his own eyesight accordingly, downgrading it to the level of an ordinary person, so that Tanchun's previous dance could be hidden from him.

But they could hide from Master Zhan's eyes, but not from his hands.

As an old pervert, Mr. Zhan was very familiar with every beautiful woman he had touched. Tanchun had already been touched from head to toe by him. Now, as soon as he touched her, she naturally saw through his identity.

Mr. Zhan was considerate and picked up Tanchun, turned her over and pressed her on the table, then took over the leadership of the work.

After some indescribable content, Mr. Zhan walked out of the room contentedly, leaving Tanchun crying at the table.

(End of this chapter)