Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 42 - Gu Banxia's Shame

The sun was pleasant, the white clouds were like a tapestry, a warm breeze blew, and the brightness was refreshing and uplifting.

The Luo Mansion.

Song Yan lay quietly on Gu Banxia's lap, gazing at the afternoon sky. He quite liked this; lying on her soft thighs was very comfortable.

At first, Gu Banxia was very resistant, feeling it was extremely shameful. But after gradually getting used to it, she no longer felt it was a big deal. Her long, slender fingers gently toyed with the Young Master-in-law's hair.

"Does the Young Master-in-law not need to make those strange and bizarre things today?"

"They're made, no need anymore."

He touched his waist. Although these past few days had been busy, the results were quite good. The only pity was that fine leaf lard.

This world doesn't have things like refrigerators. By the time he was done fiddling with the white phosphorus and eggs and remembered the leaf lard, it had already gone bad. Flies were crawling all over it, and he could even see some small maggots wriggling on it.

A thing like nitroglycerin is very powerful, even more so than TNT. But that stuff is really too unstable. Let alone being lit by an open flame, even a slightly violent shake could set it off. Thinking of it this way, it was no longer such a pity.

"I've been cooped up at home for some days. I'm preparing to go out for a stroll in the evening."

No matter how great an invention is, only through experimentation can its value be proven.

A smile appeared on the corners of Gu Banxia's mouth. She really liked to go shopping with the Young Master-in-law.

"I will accompany the Young Master-in-law."

Song Yan rubbed his head against her: "Not this time. I..."

"The Young Master-in-law is preparing to do something, right? Don't worry. Although Banxia is a handmaiden, she has always been by the Grand Princess's side and has also learned some martial arts. If we really were to fight, the Young Master-in-law might not necessarily be my opponent," Gu Banxia said smugly.

Song Yan was not surprised. In a large household, whether it was the household guards, handmaidens, or gardeners, none of them were simple characters. For Gu Banxia to be able to become Luo Yuheng's personal handmaiden, it probably wasn't as simple as just being as gentle as water in the bedchamber.

Thinking this, Song Yan looked at the sky again. The time was still early. Before carrying out his great experiment, he prepared to first satisfy a small wish.

"You can come along, but... you have to add an article of clothing."

Gu Banxia was puzzled and looked down at the light-colored ruqun she was wearing. She had just changed into it today.

It wasn't dirty.

Could it be that the Young Master-in-law was a neat freak?

But then why did he often tease her small feet?

Song Yan chuckled but said nothing. He turned and went back to the bedroom. Gu Banxia pressed down the hem of her ruqun and also got up, patting off the dirt and grass leaves and quickly following him from behind. When she got to the room, she found that a ball of black stuff had appeared in Song Yan's hands at some point. It looked like some kind of silk fabric, but it was thinner, and silky smooth.

It was very elastic. With a slight pull, it became translucent. Gu Banxia was puzzled and unfolded the fabric. In an instant, a blush climbed all over her delicate face.

Puffing her cheeks, she shot a charming sideways glance at Song Yan.

It was the first time she had seen such a piece of women's clothing. Although she didn't quite understand what it would look like when worn, just thinking about its elasticity and translucent appearance made her feel ashamed. The Young Master-in-law was being improper again. Why did he always take out these shameful, womanly things?

And he always made her wear them! Did he think she was easy to bully?

This time, she had to be firm and not let the Young Master-in-law have his way. Thinking this, Gu Banxia shoved the black stockings into Song Yan's arms.

"I, Gu Banxia, even if I starve to death and have no clothes to wear, I will absolutely not wear such a shameful thing.”

Song Yan was not anxious at all. He blinked his eyes: "It helps to shape the legs."

Gu Banxia, who had already turned around firmly and was preparing to leave coolly, suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her face was flushed red, her snow-white, shell-like teeth biting down tightly on her lower lip. After several breaths, Gu Banxia suddenly turned back and snatched the black stockings from Song Yan's hand.

This scene felt a little familiar.

Then, Gu Banxia turned Song Yan's body around, much to the regret of Song Yan, who had originally wanted to admire the beauty changing her clothes.

Although this thing looked very simple, when it came time to actually wear it, Gu Banxia found it quite difficult. It took a very long time before she managed to put them on. Looking down, the translucent black fabric revealed the faint outline of her snow-white skin. The contrast of black and white exuded an indescribable allure. Even Gu Banxia herself felt it was dazzling.

Her pretty face was completely flushed. She felt that if she stayed by the Young Master-in-law's side, sooner or later she would turn into a shameless, wanton woman.

However, after putting on this strange pair of pants, her legs actually looked a full size slimmer. This made Gu Banxia ecstatic. Because her figure was overly curvaceous, although the Young Master-in-law was very fond of her full thighs, Gu Banxia had always felt they were too thick.

"Are these the pants the Young Master-in-law was talking about? So strange, so thin."

"No, these aren't pants. They're stockings."

"Whose stockings can be pulled up to the waist?"

Song Yan also turned around. The light-colored ruqun was pure and pleasant. Below the hem of the skirt was a pair of rounded, slender, and beautiful legs in black stockings.

For a moment, he even had a feeling of space-time distortion. He couldn't help but reach out and grab one of the jade feet wrapped in black silk, which had a graceful curve. It was soft, and the feel was excellent.

Gu Banxia sat sideways on the bed. The Young Master-in-law's fingers made her feel ticklish. For the women of ancient times, their jade feet were considered extremely important, second only to their chastity. Therefore, Gu Banxia was very ashamed. On the other hand, she also felt a sense of sweetness. She gently tried to pull her jade foot away, but after finding it was useless, she gave up, letting the Young Master-in-law's fingers gently caress it. The tips of his fingers brushed past her calf, making it tingle.

This is probably so-called 'amorous fun'?

"Young Master-in-law, we have to go out."

"No hurry."

"Mmm~~!"

……

In the teahouse diagonally opposite the Luo Mansion, a porter suddenly put down the teacup in his hand, tossed down a copper coin, and then turned and left.

"Hey, customer, your things..." the waiter called out, but the person was already gone.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were now basically considered Song Yan's exclusive bodyguards. Whenever he went out, he would probably take them along.

Strolling casually along the way, Song Yan bought a hairpin for Gu Banxia. It was made of wood and very cheap, but Gu Banxia was very happy, even though the copper coins were still taken from her purse.

For Gu Banxia, what she bought wasn't important; just being able to accompany the Young Master-in-law was already enough to make her happy.

Before they knew it, they had walked to a clothier's shop. A shop front of the Duke's mansion. The property deeds were still in that small box.

The Duke's mansion had a total of sixty-four shops, six of which were located in Ningping County.

The thirty-two shops given to Song Yan included these six. The remaining shops were mostly in other county towns surrounding Ningping.

As for the shops located in Song Prefecture, or even the imperial capital Dongling, they would naturally not be given to Song Yan. To put it bluntly, the value of one shop in Song Prefecture was probably more than all six in Ningping combined. Song Yan had also had Zhao Hu ask Butler Wang about it, and it was pretty much as he had expected. Almost all of the thirty-two shops were the type that lost money year after year. Let alone making money from these shops, Song Yan would probably have to subsidize them with quite a bit of silver every year.

According to Butler Wang, this Song Clan Clothier's loses three hundred and seventy-two taels of silver every year.

But after watching near the clothier's for a little while, Song Yan's brow furrowed. The business of this clothier, I daren't say it was excellent, but it definitely couldn't be considered poor. Women entered from time to time, and many of them left with bolts of cloth.

Under these circumstances, Song Yan really couldn't imagine the possibility of a loss.

Of course, now was not the time to solve these small matters. Song Yan watched for a period of time and then turned to leave. Before he knew it, he had left the county town. By the bank of the Yi-Luo River, he had already arrived near that cave.

The corpses of the Wokou were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had been gnawed away by wild beasts, without even a single bone left behind. Even the torn strips of cloth in the cave had disappeared.

Only the memory in his mind was so clear, as if it were yesterday.

The sun was setting in the west. The orange-red sunlight was no longer so glaring. Just then, with a swish swish swish swish, figures suddenly shot out from the mountain forests on both sides.

There were six people in total. Their attire was all different. Some were dressed as farmers, some as peddlers; some were dressed as porters, some as traveling merchants.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, their curved sabers reflected a cold metallic glint. The leader was a sturdy man of eight chi, with two intersecting scars on his face like centipedes, looking ferocious and cruel.

These people seemed even more professional than imagined. They moved swiftly. The moment they appeared, they immediately split into two groups, surrounding Song Yan's party of four from the front and back.

Only after the encirclement was formed did the leader's gloomy and cruel wolf-like gaze sweep over Song Yan's group. They probably weren't planning to let anyone leave alive. None of the six men had any veils or coverings on their faces.

Each of their faces looked exceptionally ferocious, with a hint of smugness.

This time, the mission was really too simple, practically a piece of cake.

A good-for-nothing who had been imprisoned for years and knew nothing, and a woman. These two could be directly ignored.

The only ones who posed a slight threat were probably those two burly household guards. But these two were also not worth mentioning. Their side were all ranked martial artists. Especially their big brother, who was a Third-Rank martial artist. His strength was absolutely incomparable to an ordinary household guard.

Six against two. The advantage is with us.

They couldn't imagine the possibility of losing at all.

It's just that these six men did not notice the bloodthirsty smiles that instantly appeared on the faces of Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.

There was also not the slightest bit of nervousness on Song Yan's face. He silently took out a stick-shaped object from his waist. It was made of ceramic, hollow on the inside, with a long fuse dangling in the wind.

I have to say, these people were indeed quite excellent test subjects.