Tangli Fried Snow

The two young people were clearly inexperienced, clumsily leaning against each other, exploring together purely on instinct.

As they kissed, his hands began to tear at her clothes. Lin Pianyue wanted to resist, but she was powerless, her whole body screaming for him! Give him whatever Yunxi-gege wants, she's willing to give him!

The two fell down and rolled together in the grass.

But then she suddenly felt the man's hard member pressing against her waist, and her mind cleared up again. She remembered that she was getting married in just over ten days, and if she lost her virginity, that playboy might kill her on the spot.

She regained some of her senses, pressed down on Sheng Yunxi's hand, and said intermittently, "No, no..."

Sheng Yunxi's blood was boiling, her face was flushed and her head was throbbing. She couldn't hear anything else and only wanted to go to bed with her beloved.

He silenced her luscious red lips with his own.

When Bai Yun saw the two of them locked in a passionate embrace, she knew that she had already won half the battle for the day.

She immediately returned to her previous room. Madam Wen had just returned and was ordering people to pack her things to take her down the mountain. Bai Yun smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you've come all this way, so of course you should go out and explore more."

"I've heard that mountains and rivers that receive offerings of incense are the most nourishing for one's body and mind. Going out more often and getting some exercise will improve your mood and help you absorb the spiritual energy of the mountain gods, making it easier to conceive."

Upon hearing this, Madam Wen had no reason to object. The two of them, along with several maids and servants, strolled slowly along the back hill. Madam Wen was also captivated by the scenery, and the two walked further and further away.

It wasn't until a few breathless gasps reached their ears that the two came to their senses. They saw a young man pinning a beautiful young woman down under a large tree not far away. He had torn off the woman's top, revealing her pink breasts.

Bai Yun could tell at a glance that the two were still inexperienced. They had obviously wasted time on rambling and sweet talk, and after so much time, they still hadn't gotten to the point.

Ms. Wen couldn't help but let out a soft cry. The pair of wild mandarin ducks looked up at the sound and saw that their faces were flushed and their exposed skin had an unnatural red tinge.

Wen and the two men and women were all startled.

The man reacted relatively quickly. He regained some of his senses, hurriedly took off his outer robe to wrap the woman beneath him, and fled with her in his arms. But he was still feeling extremely unwell, and the girl in his arms was softly calling his name. He used all his strength to run to a secluded stream, and the two of them plunged their bodies into the icy water, finally managing to sober up.

Lin Pianyue also felt like she had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. She was completely sober. Looking at herself and Sheng Yunxi soaking in the water with their clothes disheveled, only a few words flashed through her mind: It's over. Her reputation is completely ruined.

She trembled like a sieve in Sheng Yunxi's arms.

. . . . . .

Song Weilan was playing dominoes with Ding Jun's wife, along with several other ladies they knew.

A young maidservant slowly walked in, carrying tea and snacks.

Lord Lu's wife had the loudest voice. She pushed the cards away unhappily and said, "Oh dear, another wasted effort. Move the cards, move the cards, change them again. This position is not good, not good."

Several ladies, with smiles on their lips, rose gracefully, seemingly casually, but in reality, they circled around to their preferred seats before sitting down again.

Ding Jun's wife laughed and said, "If we move any further, we'll starve. This is the last time we'll move."

The ladies chuckled softly.

Song Weilan had been busy with her daughter's wedding for a whole month, and today she finally found some time to get together with her old friends. The group played cards until they were exhausted. She had already lost several hundred taels of silver to Ding Jun's wife, and although her luck seemed to be bad, she had actually extracted some useful information that would allow her to make a fortune.

Several ladies' eight jade hands moved nimbly, displaying a dazzling array of rings and bracelets, including gold wire filigree, sapphires, green cat's eye, zircon, jadeite, Hetian jade, and agate chalcedony—the whole scene was filled with dazzling jewels and bustling activity.

The most prominent one was Ding Jun's wife, Ye Jiabao. She was the oldest, her husband held the highest official position, and her family had a strong backing. At the mahjong table, everyone openly or secretly fed her cards.

Madam Lu, having been dealt a favorable hand, was in a good mood, a smug look in her eyes. She turned to Song Weilan opposite her and said, "Your Lord Lin has been promoted again? Congratulations! It's true that having connections in court makes things much easier." Her tone was a mix of sourness and envy.

Song Weilan smiled and said, "What promotion? It's just about managing grain."

Madam Lu retorted sharply, "These days, managing grain is more powerful than managing a treasury. Haven't you seen how much silver rice is selling for on the street?"

Song Weilan glanced at her and said, "You should listen to Jiabao. Stock up on medicinal herbs when it's time to stock up on medicinal herbs, and stock up on rice when it's time to stock up on rice."

Ye Jiabao was displeased and interrupted, "What do you mean by 'listen to me'? I'm not a bodhisattva." Even as she said this, a smug smile remained on her face.

"I heard that Fanlou has added some new dishes, and some of the snacks are quite good. They seem to be spicy. I'll send someone to buy some to try later."

Song Weilan rubbed her stomach and said, "Oh dear, I'm hungry too." Immediately, a maid brought her some delicious snacks and warm tea.

Ye Jiabao chimed in, saying she was hungry, and everyone stopped what they were doing and started eating afternoon tea.

Before Song Weilan could swallow what was in her mouth, a flustered old woman rushed into the house, her eyes filled with terror. She plunged into the crowd and it took her a while to see her mistress's face clearly. In full view of everyone, she put her mouth to Song Weilan's ear and whispered a few words.

Before she could finish a few words, Song Weilan's expression changed drastically, and she almost choked on the pastry in her mouth.

She quickly picked up the tea and took a few sips, forcing herself to swallow the food in her mouth.

Seeing her pale face and rapid breathing, everyone knew something serious had happened. The ladies exchanged questioning glances, and Ye Jiabao cautiously asked, "Weilan, what's wrong?"

Song Weilan forced out an extremely awkward smile and said, "Some things needed for the wedding came to my house today, and I forgot about them. They're all waiting for me to come back and check on them, so I'll go now. We'll get together again tomorrow."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, while those who loved gossip still looked her up and down with resentment.

While saying they were short one player and told her to hurry up and come back, they were secretly cursing her for being a troublemaker. Wasn't she just showing off that she had found a good son-in-law? If it weren't for Prime Minister Shen's influence around the Empress Dowager, when would it have been her daughter's turn to marry into the Jin family?

Amidst the envious, jealous, and resentful gazes of the crowd, Song Weilan feigned composure, was helped up by the old woman, and slowly left the place.

She no longer knew how she got onto the carriage; all she knew was that it was all over, and all her hard work and planning had been ruined.

At the very last moment, at the very last step, such a huge mishap occurred.