The scholar had been observing the widow. When the widow was almost bandaged, he leaned down and pressed the widow's hand.
The widow was stunned, her face was red, her eyes were twitching, her red lips were half-opened, and she hesitated but could not utter a single word. She wanted to refuse but said, "What are you doing, sir? Let go quickly."
The scholar chuckled lightly, and the strength in his hand increased by two points, and said: "Please forgive me for being unreasonable, my sister is so beautiful, I can't help myself..."
The scholar's mouth was very sweet, and in just one or two words, Widow Zhang was confused. She had already fallen, and she still said: "Young master, let go. The servant is a widow (referring to the widow), and the child is still sleeping in the next room."
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When the scholar heard this, he was happy. He grabbed the widow's hand and said, "What are you afraid of, sister? Since you are widowed and I am not married, it is a good match. After I go to Beijing to take the exam, I will come back to marry you."
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The widow's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't believe that these words came from the mouth of the handsome young man.
"But...but the slave family also has a six-year-old daughter. The master is not married, so the emperor will definitely despise him." The little girl sleeping in the next room has always been a worry for Widow Zhang.
The scholar used his strength to pull Widow Zhang into his arms. He sniffed Widow Zhang's neck and kissed her like raindrops.
Widow Zhang felt a tremor between her legs, and her body immediately softened.
"What are you afraid of? As long as I like it, I will treat your child as my own. What do you think, sister...or should I change my name to you as little lady..." The scholar held the widow's face and kissed her.
As she lay there, his breath made her intoxicated.
At this moment, she had no time to care about anything else, her children or her reputation, none of it mattered. She only knew that she desperately longed for the man in front of her.
The two people soon became entangled, and happiness was like a good medicine. The scholar did not even complain about the pain of the wound.
Widow Zhang forgot all about chastity and womanliness in the joy she had never experienced before. She no longer remembered that her daughter was in another tile-roofed house across the wall.
She just wanted to have a life-long relationship with this strange, handsome man.
"Mom!" A childish voice sounded. Widow Zhang was startled and immediately fell from her peak. She panicked and grabbed clothes and quilts from the bed to cover her private parts.
Widow Zhang's six-year-old daughter Ruyi was standing at the door, and she didn't know how long she had been standing there. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moonlight penetrated into the house from behind Ruyi.
"Ruyi..." Widow Zhang's legs and feet were still a little unsteady, but out of maternal protection she still put on her clothes and jumped off the kang.
"Why are you up?" Ruyi never wakes up at night and always sleeps until dawn. Could it be that Huan'ai's voice has disturbed her? Widow Zhang rolled down the kang with a guilty conscience. She stood in front of Ruyi and groped around.
Ruyi Hair: "Are you having a nightmare? Mom will go back to sleep with you, let's go."
Ruyi stared with a pair of clear eyes and did not move. She looked at her mother's bed.
The widow was afraid that her children would tell her about her affair with a stranger, so she took Ruyi back to the West House in a hurry.
The widow tucked Ruyi into the bed, coaxed her and told her stories, and finally watched her fall asleep. Then she couldn't wait to return to her house.
The kang is still warm, but the scholar is gone.
Only the flickering oil lamp and the smell of the scholar's body proved that this was not a dream.