Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

In the middle of the night, on a big tree in the Merlin courtyard, the secret guards Thirteen and Fourteen were sitting huddled together on a branch.

Thirteen: "Back then, Miss Wanwan stayed overnight in the young master's courtyard and took away his secret letter. He said to me, 'This woman is as timid as a mouse, uneducated, and rash. She will definitely hinder our plans.' I know him very well, so I immediately said, 'I understand.'"

Fourteen: "And then?"

Thirteen: "I was about to pick up my sword and leave when I heard the young master say again: 'This woman is of humble status, but she is truly beautiful.'"

"I put the sword away at that moment."

"This time, I really understand."

A month ago, Yan Huaiming was ordered to go to Huaizhou to secretly investigate the corruption of the Huaizhou prefect.

Yan Huaiming came from a prominent family and was renowned for his talent. He could write poems at the age of three, and his calligraphy showed his elegance at the age of five. As he grew up, he produced many excellent works with unique and clear arguments.

He excelled in all the six arts of a gentleman, and with his handsome appearance and elegant demeanor, he resembled a solitary pine tree on a jade mountain. Among the young men of Wuling in the capital, he was the most prominent figure.

He went south as if for sightseeing and arrived in Huaizhou.

The Huaizhou prefect warmly invited Yan Huaiming, who could not refuse the kindness and stayed in the mansion for a while.

That night, with music and singing in the air and drinking wine, Yan Huaiming leaned against a table and drank a glass of wine. He saw a beautiful woman walking lightly into the courtyard.

The beauty has a face like a lotus, her eyes are moving, and her every frown and smile is full of charm. The bright red teardrop mole under her eye adds to her charm.

A dance on the palms, the layers of skirt are like petals, spinning and unfolding, and you can vaguely see the white feet with golden bells tied under the skirt.

Everyone at the table stared at him blankly. Yan Huaiming picked up the wine pot and poured another glass.

Such a beauty was naturally prepared for the distinguished guest. After the song was over, Huaizhou prefect Li Zhikai ordered the beauty to sit next to Yan Huaiming.

The beauty slowly moved to Yan Huaiming's side, knelt down very low as if she had no bones, raised her head and looked up at Yan Huaiming, "Sir."

"My slave Yan Ning."

She exuded a warm fragrance, and her upward-looking posture exposed her face completely in front of Yan Huaiming. It was a captivating face, but because she was still young, it showed a bit of immaturity and naivety, a contradictory fusion of purity and desire.

Yan Huaiming reached out and stroked her fair, slender neck. His index finger slid along her jaw all the way to her collarbone. He asked, "Which two words?"

She said: "Yan means swallow, Ning means peace."

"I don't like this name." Yan Huaiming rested his right hand on the edge of the table, tapping the rim of the cup with his index finger. He stared at her with his inky eyes and said calmly, "You've offended my taboo."

The Yan family has stood for three dynasties and is the largest aristocratic family today. Even the emperor has to look upon them with special regard. Yan Huaiming is the only son of the family, a man of extraordinary talent and brilliance, and a definite heir. He is indeed qualified to say this.

His voice was quite loud. Upon hearing this, Li Zhikai quickly stood up and said, "It was my negligence. I didn't know this dancer's name was this. Please don't be angry, sir."

He waved to the guards behind him again, and the tall man wearing half a silver mask on his face walked towards Yan Ning.

Yan Ning was so frightened that her eyes filled with tears. Yan Huaiming was still stroking her neck. She trembled under his hands, "Master... please spare my life."

Her tears slid down the red teardrop mole.

There were dozens of lights lit in the courtyard, and her panic was filled with a kind of sorrow and desolation.

Yan Huaiming admired her face, and just before the masked man reached out to pull her away, he said, "That's not necessary."

"I'm a guest at Magistrate Li's residence. How could I let blood be shed there?" His hand slid down her neck to caress her cheek, "Especially when this is such a precious beauty."

Yan Ning felt as if she had been pardoned. She looked at him hesitantly with moist eyes, her fair face lying in his palm like a freshly picked peony.

Li Zhikai laughed in his heart. What a young master from a noble family, there is no other like him in the world. It turned out that he was just a hypocrite who was tempted by beauty and abused his power.

The man in the silver mask stood respectfully behind him. Li Zhikai said, "Sir, you are so kind. Why don't you give this dancer a name?"

Yan Huaiming's fingers caressing her cheek moved slightly, playing with her cloud-like hair. He said slowly: "With her hair draped over her shoulders, and gently stretched on my lap, how could I not be pitiful?"

"Just call me Wanwan."

He smiled, his handsome face was so handsome that he could not be compared with the rest of the capital. He looked at her with eyes that seemed to be full of affection and asked softly, "Is it okay?"

She was still dreading his power over her life and death, and replied in a trembling voice, "Thank you so much for the name, Master."

What a frightened bird.

Yan Huaiming thought in his heart.

He stopped caressing her hand, raised the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

It was not until he turned his head to look at her again that she realized it and picked up the wine jug to fill it up for him.

She began to feel anxious again, fearing that his expression would change again. She put down the wine jug with both hands and retracted her trembling fingertips into her sleeves.

Yan Huaiming drank by himself, no longer relying on her. He poured himself a drink. His warm lips brushed against her thin ear, and Wanwan heard him whisper, "Come closer."

She didn't dare hesitate any longer, grabbed the robe on his chest, and snuggled gently into his arms.

Yan Huaiming put one hand under her skirt and held her foot, slowly touching her foot from the toes, hooking the chain on her ankle. He pinched the rope in his hand, wrapped it around, found the knot and untied it with one hand.

He spread the chain in his palm and looked at it. There were ten small golden bells strung on the thin red rope, which looked very ordinary.

He put the string of bells into his arms.

Wanwan didn't dare to speak and snuggled up to him quietly. He was drinking and chatting at the table and didn't pay any attention to her. She curled up on his chest and her feet were almost numb from sitting.

After three rounds of drinks and the moon was at its highest point in the sky, Yan Huaiming's cheeks flushed slightly. He hugged Wanwan and stood up to say goodbye.

Walking out of the banquet hall, two maids were holding the lights in front. Yan Huaiming picked up Wanwan amid her exclamation and strode towards his yard, leaving the maids far behind.

Soon someone informed Li Zhikai of this matter, and Li Zhikai burst into laughter. "Mr. Yan is a romantic man. This official always likes to make friends with people like him."

Wanwan was carried all the way into the bedroom by Yan Huaiming and thrown onto the soft bed. She stood up and sat up, but saw him turn around and go into the bathroom.

The servants had prepared hot water for him already. He didn't like being served while taking a bath, so there were only the two of them in the room. Wanwan heard the sound of water behind her and hesitated whether to go in.

Yan Huaiming was sitting in the bathtub when suddenly a soft little hand rested on his shoulder. He looked back in the mist and saw Wanwan wearing only a middle garment, with her hair without the pearl hairpins, draped softly on her body, the ends of her hair even falling on his shoulders, with a few strands hanging down into the water, floating like algae.

She stretches her legs gently on her lover's lap, how can she not be pitiful?

Wanwan's ears flushed red, and her other hand rested on his shoulder. She knelt behind him, her arms loosely around his neck from behind. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Wanwan will serve you, Master."

A pair of hands had already reached into the water, and their fingertips touched his chest.

Yan Huaiming grasped her ten fingers. He leaned against the tub and tilted his head slightly to look at her. "How are you going to serve me?"

Then he changed the question: "Do you know how to serve?"

Wanwan's ears were already red. She nodded, her chin rubbing against his neck, "I've seen it."

"What have you read?" Yan Huaiming looked at her with a smile, his tone gentle, "A book or a pamphlet? Tell me about it."

He looked very different now than he did at the banquet, more casual, relaxed, and gentler. He was really handsome. Now he had taken off the jade crown, let his hair down, and the steaming heat made his lips bright red. He had a beauty that was difficult to tell whether he was male or female.

Wanwan was so confused that she completely forgot that he had almost killed her. Without a trace of vigilance in her heart, she confessed obediently, "I've seen it all."

She was determined to prove that she could do it well: "My mother even took me behind a screen to watch my sisters do it, and I learned it all."

Yan Huaiming turned his head, his tone seemingly unchanged, "Oh? Then you must have seen a lot of it, you know it all."