Female-male sex: Salted fish forced to rise to prominence

Bihe, Biluo, and Baizhu, who had delivered the message long ago, were watching from afar to prevent anyone from disturbing them.

Chen Manli sat down, opened her big watery eyes, looked at Bai Mufan coquettishly, and called out affectionately: "Brother Bai, you don't mind me calling you General Bai in front of others, right?"

Bai Mufan looked at Chen Man'er with deep affection, and started to explain for her: "Of course not, Man'er just attaches more importance to rules. She is a role model for girls in the boudoir."

Chen Man'er lowered her head pretending to be shy, and when she looked up again, she looked at Bai Mufan expectantly and said, "Brother Bai, you came to my house. Do you have any good news to tell me?"

Mentioning this, Bai Mufan said with disdain: "Su Yu, that uneducated idiot, was expelled from the academy just because I casually said hello to the people below. I'm afraid he won't be able to pursue a career in politics."

Chen Manli was delighted when she heard this. She said, "Su Yu is fat and stupid, so it's only a matter of time before he gets expelled from school. Brother Bai just helped him face the reality in advance."

As she spoke, she moved lightly with lotus steps and bowed deeply to Bai Mufan again. Her graceful posture was like a blooming lotus.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes as clear and moving as water, and said softly: "Thank you, Brother Bai, for your help this time. This kindness is like a rebirth for me.

If I have the opportunity in the future, I will do my best to repay your kindness." His words were sincere and convincing.

Bai Mufan smiled as he quietly gazed at the woman in front of him, the apple of his eye. He watched her cherry-like mouth opening and closing constantly, like a cute little bird, chirping endlessly.

He was intoxicated by it, listening to her clear and pleasant voice, enjoying the beauty and warmth.

Then, Bai Mufan stepped forward, stretched out his hands and gently helped Chen Manli up.

His eyes were filled with deep affection, like rippling spring water, and he said gently: "Why should we be so formal between you and me?" His tone was gentle, but with an irresistible charm.

Chen Manli was enveloped by Bai Mufan's fiery gaze, and she was almost immersed in this ocean of affection.

She subconsciously pressed her fingertips against the palm of her hand, trying to keep herself awake and calm her restless heart.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses and secretly warned herself not to fall into the vortex of this relationship easily, because this was not what she wanted.

At this moment, Bai Mufan saw the opportunity and made a sincere invitation: "This afternoon, I have invited your second brother to go boating and enjoy the scenery. I wonder if you are interested in going with us?"

Hearing this, Chen Manli couldn't help but feel happy. Boating! Isn't this the good opportunity she has been looking forward to? So, she nodded and agreed without hesitation.

Several people here are planning a happy trip.

At the same time, in a quiet corner of the Qin Mansion in the capital, in a small and unique courtyard, a woman sat quietly in front of a desk.

Her face is pure and elegant, like a lotus emerging from the water; her temperament is elegant and extraordinary, just like a fairy descending to the earth; her manners are dignified and generous, and she can be called a model of a lady from a noble family.

At this moment, she was concentrating on waving the paintbrush in her hand, moving it across the white rice paper, depicting clusters of gorgeous and magnificent peach blossoms.

Each peach tree is lifelike, as if it has a fresh life, and they stand upright on the paper with vigor.

The petals fall as lightly as dancing butterflies, and from time to time butterflies, some white as snow and some blue as the sea, frolic and linger among the stamens.

The ground beneath the tree is covered with colorful petals, like a soft flower carpet, exuding a charming fragrance.

In this dreamlike picture, there is a girl in white clothes, looming and wandering among the peach blossom forest.

I could only vaguely catch a glimpse of her profile, but the slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed endless joy and brilliance.

She stretched out her arms naturally, as if she had become one with this beautiful sea of flowers, and immersed herself in the beauty and joy bestowed by nature.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, as if a romantic peach blossom rain fell just for this girl.

Pink petals fluttered down her hair and shoulders, adding an indescribable softness and grace to her.

At this moment, she seemed to be in a fairyland, becoming a part of this beautiful picture.

Tingyu, the maid who was standing respectfully beside her, held her breath involuntarily, her chubby face with a hint of joy, her eyes fixed on her young lady.

The young lady seemed to be blessed by a god. Her brush movements were swift and agile, as if the characters under her pen tip were instantly given life, vivid and jumping off the paper.

Just when everyone thought that this exquisite work was already amazing, unexpectedly, the young lady started to paint again beside the girl, depicting a graceful young man holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The oil-paper umbrella was tilted and held up, covering the young man's face just right. However, just from his slender figure and the simple yet luxurious moon-white robe, one could infer that this man must be a man of elegant temperament and graceful demeanor.

This deliberate use of blank space leaves endless room for imagination.

When the painting was finished, Qin Yuehua gently put down her brush at the far right end of the paper. Instead, she picked up a small, delicate brush and wrote an ancient poem in elegant, small-character calligraphy: "Last year on this day, in this very doorway, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. I don't know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

The scene presented in this painting is already fascinating enough, and now paired with this appropriate poem, the entire picture is elevated from a simple scroll into a lingering love story, which is truly fascinating.

Qin Yuehua then carefully stamped a personal seal on the lower right corner of the painting, with the Chinese characters "朝阳" printed on it. The work was officially completed.

The fat girl Tingyu finally breathed deeply, her round eyes filled with admiration. She praised sincerely, "Miss, your painting skills are becoming more and more amazing."

Qin Yuehua couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this: "Oh my, you little girl, you're getting more and more amazing now! Not only are you eloquent, but you even use words like 'miraculous'."

Tingyu, standing by, responded proudly, "Of course not. Miss, your paintings are simply superb and the pinnacle of perfection. If you were to sell them outside, they would definitely be priceless treasures. Even if someone offered a huge sum of money, they might not be able to buy them!"

Qin Yuehua couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh after hearing this, and said in a reproachful tone: "Hmph, you little girl only know how to tease me. Look at how capable you are. Has your skin started to itch again recently?" Before she finished speaking, she reached out and scratched Tingyu's waist.

"Oh, Miss, hahahaha, Miss, please spare me... hahaha..." Tingyu begged for mercy while trying to avoid Qin Yuehua's "attack". For a moment, the room was filled with laughter, and the two of them played and joked in the room for a long time.

"And this poem is really very appropriate for the occasion. Miss, are you thinking of Mr. Su?" The little girl didn't wait for the young lady to answer.

She continued chattering: "That Mr. Su, although he is fat and not handsome at all, I didn't expect that he could write such a good poem. Even a girl like me who can only read a few words can understand it and feel that the artistic conception is profound."

Qin Yuehua was stunned for a moment. Master Su, the one standing in front of her, was explaining to another student the true meaning of "Only women and villains are difficult to raise."

"It means that it's difficult for immature women and men of low character to get along, but not every woman is like that.

Is this the boy who stood in front of a woman he didn't know and argued for her?

She didn't know whether she was thinking of the words that gave her a sense of security, or the back that gave her a sense of security.

Her thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

However, at this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the outer courtyard. Then, a servant girl hurried into the house, breathlessly delivering shocking news: "Oh no, Miss! The young master is kneeling in the ancestral hall, accepting his punishment. He's almost collapsing!"