[Hetu] [Enticing the Red Chamber] [Episode 13, Chapter 7]

Chapter Seven: Second Sister's Scheme

A chilling wind swept through the surrounding area, yet the scenery within Daoxiang Village remained enchanting.

After another frenzy, Baoyu, though his hopes were low, still searched every inch of Aunt Zhao's body ,

but to no avail.

Aunt Zhao, panting heavily, writhed like a snake. Confused and somewhat flustered, she said, "

Baoyu , what are you doing? Ah… no, I can't take it anymore, it's… swollen down there."

"Hehe, Aunt, don't be afraid, I was just playing around."

Baoyu had no time to reveal the truth, offering a few perfunctory words before

disappearing through the window like a thief, leaving Aunt Zhao with a lingering, reluctant gaze.

Only after Baoyu's figure had completely vanished did Aunt Zhao withdraw her infatuated gaze, then

quickly began tidying up the mess left by the storm.

Her movements were perfectly timed; the moment Aunt Zhao closed her eyes in feigned sleep was the exact instant Tan Chun's eyelids trembled slightly

.

Just awakened, Tan Chun was still not fully conscious, the shameful scenes from her dream still flashing through her mind. A soft moan

escaped her lips, her budding girlish feelings blooming like a flower.

In the hazy dream, Bao Yu suddenly appeared before Tan Chun, giving her a strong

embrace without warning, followed by a passionate kiss. The usually cheerful Tan Chun seemed to have become a different person; faced with Bao Yu's

impudent actions, she couldn't muster any resistance.

The shameful kiss was hazy, and Bao Yu's actions became increasingly excessive, his large hand already inside Tan Chun's clothes

.

"Mmm..." With a gentle squeeze from Bao Yu, Tan Chun finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Tan Chun still didn't know how to struggle; her delicate body unconsciously adapted to Bao Yu's large hand, and grew accustomed to his scent.

In this illusory dream, Tan Chun unknowingly merged into Bao Yu's world.

The breathtaking scenery was incredibly alluring. The moment Tan Chun felt Bao Yu pressing down on her—she

instinctively , her beautiful face shimmering with a mixture of excitement and intense tension. The shameful pressure made her feel suffocated.

Just as Tan Chun felt the world crumbling, the pressure that had been weighing on her suddenly vanished. Reason, which had been churning within her,

finally broke free and roared out.

"Ah!" With a startled scream, Tan Chun sat up abruptly, realizing it was just a dream. She thought: Ah, what a

terrible dream! Luckily—it was a dream, otherwise… otherwise… ugh, how embarrassing!

"Daughter, did you have a nightmare?"

Aunt Zhao hurriedly approached, her anxious words making Tan Chun aware of her presence.

"Ah, Mother! When did you arrive?"

Tan Chun's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise. In a few seconds, she regained her usual sharpness, and

the hazy figure that had suddenly appeared before her unconsciousness reappeared before her eyes.

It wasn't a hallucination, it definitely wasn't a hallucination! Tan Chun, always confident in her intuition, instantly felt an

undeniable unease.

Under Tan Chun's gaze, Aunt Zhao felt a pang of anxiety and forced a smile, saying awkwardly, "I've been here

for a while . I saw you were asleep, so I didn't wake you."

"Did you come alone? Has Brother Bao come?"

Tan Chun's tense nerves relaxed slightly, subjectively believing that she had just seen Aunt Zhao.

"No...no, he hasn't come." Although Aunt Zhao was Tan Chun's mother, their wisdom was worlds apart. Her

clenched fingers subtly twisted her clothes as she stammered, "Daughter, why...why would you...ask about

Bao...Bao Yu?"

If Tan Chun hadn't also felt uneasy, if she hadn't been unwilling to delve deeper, if...if she

had pressed , Aunt Zhao would surely have revealed countless flaws.

Fortunately, "if only" didn't happen. Tan Chun lowered her eyes and proactively changed the subject, talking about Jia Huan's

illness .

"Phew!" Aunt Zhao secretly let out a long sigh, finally managing to cover it up no matter what.

While chatting with Tan Chun, Aunt Zhao kept thinking about Bao Yu's embarrassing intentions. The thought of him wanting to

take both mother and daughter in, and whispering those shameful words in her ear, made her body heat up, her heart pounding from the inside out.

Tan Chun's heart was equally flustered. No matter how clever she was, she couldn't figure out why Aunt Zhao was lying.

"Sigh, I shouldn't overthink it!" After a heavy sigh, Tan Chun forced herself to erase the troubles in her heart,

banishing all her doubts to the depths of her mind. She then quickly walked towards Jia Huan's room, taking on

the responsibility of being an older sister.

As her clothes fluttered, Tan Chun's beautiful eyes regained their clarity and calm, but the burning sensation in her chest was

impossible to erase. A huge question was forever etched in her heart; she couldn't believe she could feel this way in a dream.

Bao Yu, unaware that his impulsiveness had left a fatal flaw, walked lightly into Qiao Jie

's room where she was recuperating.

"Ouch... Second Uncle, you naughty fellow, you've finally come! It's so itchy... Ouch... It's so itchy,

let me go!" Before Wang Xifeng could speak, Qiao Jie had already interrupted to scold her.

Qiao Jie glared at Baoyu resentfully, her body twisting and turning. If her hands hadn't been tightly bound,

she would probably have been covered in bloodstains.

"Little Miss, here I am, hehe."

Baoyu smiled on the surface, but secretly he was overjoyed. After all, he had suffered quite a bit at Qiao Jie's hands before,

and seeing her in pain now, how could he not take the opportunity to be happy?

"Qiao Jie, how can you talk to your Second Uncle like that? Without his medicine, you would still be unconscious. Quickly

apologize to your Second Uncle." Wang Xifeng was unaware of the ambiguous relationship between Baoyu and Qiao Jie, and glared at the unreasonable Qiao Jie.

"Hmph, I won't apologize!" Qiao Jie, rarely scolded by Wang Xifeng, and already feeling irritable from illness,

immediately channeled all her discomfort into an attack on Bao Yu, blaming him wildly, "Second Uncle has ulterior motives! His medicine is meant

to make me itch to death! Ouch, it's so itchy! If I hadn't woken up, I wouldn't be in so much pain!"

"Little Miss, just bear with it, you'll be fine soon. Second Uncle promises to come up with a good way to make you feel

better tomorrow."

Although Bao Yu was scolded, looking at Qiao Jie's pitiful appearance, he felt no smile;

instead, his heart tightened, a dull ache throbbing within him.

While the Fairy Disenchantment's willow leaf juice could stabilize the illness, it couldn't solve the root cause. It seemed he had been a little too happy .

Baoyu's gaze shifted, finally noticing the anxiety in Wang Xifeng's eyes. His heart ached again. He gave Wang Xifeng a

reassuring look, then strode back to his room.

Baoyu dared to make such a promise because he relied on the Fairy Disenchantment.

Bathed in the radiant light of the Illusory Realm, Baoyu arrived carrying boundless hope. Before he could speak, the Fairy Disenchantment already knew

his purpose.

"Baoyu, there is a way to eradicate their poison."

"Ah, Fairy Sister, you are truly a kind person! What is the method?" Baoyu was overjoyed, his spirit

floating upwards.

Seeing Baoyu's impatient expression, Fairy Disenchantment's lips trembled slightly, a barely perceptible

hint . Her gaze remained holy and solemn as she calmly said, "As long as you disperse my primordial spirit and

infuse my immortal energy into the patient's body, all diseases in the world can be cured without medicine."

She paused slightly, and before Baoyu could react, Fairy Disenchantment's tone suddenly became incredibly heavy, seemingly

serious , "Go ahead and do it. I won't resist."

"Ah!"

Baoyu's jaw dropped instantly, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Dispersing the primordial spirit meant annihilation—this was no solution! It was clearly Fairy Disenchantment teasing him. Teasing? Fairy Disenchantment

could joke…? Baoyu blinked hard. Although he caught the smile on Fairy Disenchantment's lips,

he still refused to believe that Fairy Disenchantment, who seemed like an incarnation of Guanyin, could joke like an ordinary person.

"Fairy, don't tease me! Saving lives is urgent! Tell me the real solution!"

"Who's teasing you! I can't think of a second way." At this, Fairy Jinghuan

's resentment suddenly surged, the clouds surrounding her swirling and churning. She said, "Who told you not to cultivate diligently?

All you do is think about women all day! Humph!"

Ah, even a fairy can huff! Is this really Fairy Jinghuan? Baoyu blinked frantically again, scanning

Fairy Jinghuan with suspicion.

"Life and death are predestined. Go back. I can't help you with this." Fairy Jinghuan turned

on him in an instant, flicking her sleeves and forcefully driving Baoyu out of the Illusionary Realm.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Without Baoyu's noise, the Illusionary Realm didn't return to its usual tranquility. Fairy Jinghuan sat cross-legged on her lotus platform,

holding a lotus flower in her hands, chanting Buddhist mantras, but the images of Baoyu's debauchery over the past few days churned even more violently in her mind.

"That brat! He obtained the blood of the Great Sage, yet he's so debauched! He has no resemblance to the Great Sage whatsoever!

It infuriates me!"

The Buddhist chant unconsciously turned into a complaint. Baoyu wasn't the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, and the Fairy Disenchantment wasn't the real Guanyin Bodhisattva

. While observing and urging Baoyu to cultivate, she was also subtly influenced by him.

"Ouch!" Baoyu awoke from his meditation.

His usual support had "turned against him," and Baoyu could no longer stand tall. He could only hide in his room, scratching his head and

trying to think of a solution .

The sun set and the moon rose, its light like water illuminating the world.

In the dead of night, a figure stealthily slipped out of the side gate of the Ningguo Mansion and arrived at the corner gate of the guest courtyard.

Noble families always had multiple gates and courtyards, with high passageways and walls separating the main courtyard and the guest courtyard, like the passageways of a palace.

Once the third watch (around midnight) passes, all the side gates are locked. The high walls offer no protection against thieves, and even the patrolling servants

rarely venture into such secluded corners.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three gong sounds signal the arrival of the third watch. Jia Rong hurried to the side gate of the guest courtyard, gently knocked, then bent down and pressed

his ear to the door, listening intently for any sounds from inside.

Huh? Why is there no sound from inside? Have I been tricked? Jia Rong paced impatiently in front of the door,

restless and anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Faint voices and lights came from the side gate of the upper courtyard. Jia Rong instinctively retreated into the shadows, his mind

racing like a windmill: What to do? The gate is about to close; once it closes, he won't

be able to go back, trapped in this passageway. But if he leaves now, what if the beauty arrives? Wouldn't he be missing a

golden opportunity ?

Amidst a whirlwind of thoughts and burning desire, Jia Rong still couldn't make up his mind. Just then, the side gate to the main courtyard was locked by servants

, and the sounds of people gradually faded away.

With no way out, Jia Rong pressed his ear to the door again, listening to the sounds from the guest courtyard. His anxious heart

made a decision during the agonizing wait: if his second aunt didn't come in a little longer, he would return to the main courtyard gate and shout loudly.

While the servants were still nearby, he should be able to get back to his room.

A short while passed, and Jia Rong's face darkened with hatred. He spat angrily and cursed to himself

, "Damn it, you rotten bitch! I'll tell Father first thing tomorrow morning, and we'll get to you by force, huh!"

"Knock, knock..."

Just as Jia Rong took a step, a soft knock sounded at the door. The long-short signal made Jia Rong

instantly overjoyed and ecstatic. He strode back to the door and whispered, "Good Second Aunt, I've missed

you so much! Open the door quickly!"

"Hehe..." You Erjie's seductive laughter was absolutely captivating. She said coquettishly, "Rong boy, you can't wait even

a little while . Humph, if you're not happy, go back now. I'm not going to serve you!"

"It's my fault, it's my fault, Second Aunt, please don't blame me." Jia Rong laughed playfully, his heart filled with joy, and he

replied , "I'll definitely do my best to serve Second Aunt well later, hehe..."

"That's more like it, but don't let it turn out to be all show

and

no substance, hehe..." You Erjie kept teasing Jia Rong outside the door with her words, but she still wouldn't open the door for him. Jia Rong's desire instantly surged to his head. His mouth was dry, and he impatiently urged, "I'm still

got a golden spear, hurry up and open the door so I can come in!"

"Hehe..." A low, silvery laugh echoed through the crack in the door. You Erjie touched the door gate, pretending

to move it, and said, "Look how impatient you are, I'll let you in right away."

A wolfish howl echoed in Jia Rong's heart. The slow movement of the door gate made his limbs tense and his whole body hot.

He said, "Quick, quick! Open it quickly..."

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening was interrupted by a call from afar.

"Second Miss, Second Miss...you're here! Madam and the Old Madam are back, they've been looking for you everywhere."

The maid's report was like a bucket of cold water poured down from the sky, causing the man and woman inside and outside the door to simultaneously stamp their feet and sigh in despair.

"Rong boy, I'll be right back. Remember, don't be late!" Sister You Er whispered urgently, her words laced with irresistible allure: "If I don't see you when I return, I

don't care if you're as good as a golden spear, you

'll touch me again."

Jia Rong, initially dejected, was instantly filled with hope, his fiery words practically

swearing an oath : "Don't worry, Second Aunt, I'll wait no matter how long it takes, I won't leave even if it's the end of time!"

"Hmm!" Sister You Er murmured tenderly, then turned and left, leaving Jia

Rong pacing back and forth, his desire boiling.

"Hehe..."

Far from the side gate, Sister You and Qin Keqing exchanged a knowing smile, a chilling

aura lurking beneath their cheerful laughter.

A woman, once she hardens her heart, can be far more ruthless and merciless than a man—truly, "a wasp's stinger, a woman's

heart in fury!"

"Keqing, wait a little longer before splashing the cold water over the wall. It's up to you now." Sister You

held Qin Keqing's icy hand and asked in a low voice, "Your spiritual power is sealed. Can you kill this beast?"

"Don't worry, sister! Even if I fall into the eighteenth level of hell, I will kill this beast!"

Qin Keqing gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with hatred. She said, "Jia Rong is incompetent and cowardly. Although I

don't have the ability to kill him directly, I can still scare him to death by conjuring up some illusions!"

While Jia Rong waited anxiously in the narrow passageway, pacing back and forth, another figure stealthily scaled the Jia family

wall. Although this figure couldn't fly like Miaoyu, it possessed some supernatural abilities and easily evaded the Jia family's guards.

At the same time, Jia Lan's wailing echoed from Daoxiang Village in the Grand View Garden.

"Sister Wan, quickly hold down Lan'er's hands so he doesn't scratch his smallpox sores!" Baoyu said anxiously, rushing

in through the curtain.

"Baoyu, come quickly, see what's wrong with Lan'er?" Li Wan choked up as if she had seen a savior. She

pressed down on Jia Lan's flailing hands and turned around, saying, "Lan'er was fine before, but suddenly

he started itching all over. Luckily you bandaged him up like this so he wouldn't hurt himself!"

"Second Uncle, Mother, I feel so uncomfortable, I'm so itchy! Please loosen the bandages for me, I need to scratch!"

The itching all over his body was an inhuman torment, especially for a child who was not even ten years old. Jia Lan had cried until his throat

was hoarse , and he looked at Baoyu with teary eyes.

"Lan'er, be good, listen to me, your second uncle will help you right away!" Baoyu forcibly suppressed his anxiety, taking Li Wan's place to hold down Jia Lan's

restless body, and said in a deep voice, "Sister Wan, the ointment on Lan'er's body has worn off, we must

tie his hands up again."

"No, I don't want to be tied up, third uncle, don't tie me up, Lan'er is so uncomfortable!"

Jia Lan's endurance was even greater than Qiao Jie's, and he worshipped Baoyu as if he were his father. He cried out loudly in a hoarse

voice , "Second uncle, don't you want Lan'er anymore? It's so itchy, waaaah..."

"Lan'er, do you believe your second uncle?" Baoyu looked directly into Jia Lan's sad and panicked eyes, and

said firmly and forcefully, "Second uncle will definitely cure you, and I will always be by your side. Be good, it won't itch in a little while!"

Baoyu's bright eyes seemed to have a magical power. In an instant, Jia Lan felt a momentary daze, and the discomfort of

the itch was temporarily forgotten. He stared blankly at Baoyu's tall figure, and he stopped crying.

"Sister Wan, hurry!"

Baoyu decisively ordered Li Zhi to act, but Li Wan remained silent and motionless, staring blankly at him.

A cold sweat soaked Baoyu's back. In his haste to appease Jia Lan, he had irresponsibly used his magic, but

in his haste, he had overused it, even affecting Li Wan with the Soul-Capturing Eye.

With Baoyu's soft call, Li Wan paused slightly, her beautiful eyes regaining their sparkle.

While helping Baoyu bind Jia Lan's hands tightly, Li Wan anxiously suggested, "Baoyu, why don't we

apply the medicine again for Lan'er? He's in so much pain."

"It's no use. The medicine can only cure the illness, not stop the itch. Don't worry, Lan'er will

be fully recovered ."

At this moment, Baoyu, like all men, shouldered his fear alone, not wanting Li Wan

to suffer . He unconsciously grasped Li Wan's hand, transferring his strength to her.

Hearing Baoyu's words, Li Wan's mood indeed improved slightly. Looking at Jia Lan, who was still struggling and crying, she

instinctively out and grasped Baoyu's wrist, seeking solace in his words.

"Lan'er, sleep. You won't feel so bad when you're asleep," Baoyu shamelessly used his "evil magic" on Jia Lan. As he

cast the spell , his eyes darted around, and he said affectionately, "Good boy, your second uncle will scratch your itch now."

Normally, Baoyu could put Jia Lan to sleep in the blink of an eye, but it took him a full quarter of an hour, leaving him sweating and

exhausted.

Li Wan watched this scene without offering help, her beautiful eyes sparkling with

complex .

After Baoyu's "laborious" efforts, Jia Lan finally stopped crying and slowly closed his eyes.

Baoyu let out a long sigh, and only after Jia Lan was completely asleep did he withdraw his hand from scratching, his once imposing

figure noticeably hunched over.

"Baoyu, are you tired? Let me massage your shoulders."

Li Wan floated lightly behind Baoyu like a cloud, naturally massaging his shoulders and back, her intimacy

without the slightest hint of coercion.

Baoyu's respect and love for Li Wan prevented him from acting rashly. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the warm

affection between them, his hands and feet remaining perfectly still, unusually refraining from taking advantage of the situation.

"Sister Wan, what's going on with You Shi and her daughter?"

To divert his lust, Baoyu had to make conversation, bringing up the question that had been swirling in his mind for days: "They're

really strange. Everyone else is trying to escape, but they've chosen to stay." He paused slightly, twisting

his neck, and continued to speculate: "They say they're not afraid of death, yet they hide in their rooms all day, afraid to come out. Sister Wan,

could it be that Jia Zhen has some kind of conspiracy, sending them here on purpose?"

"You misunderstand. They're actually just unfortunate people, hiding here to avoid trouble."

Baoyu moved his neck, immediately drawing Li Wan's hand towards him. Li Wan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alas,

I've wanted to tell you about this for a long time, to see if you can help them..."

"What? Such a thing?" After hearing Li Wan's explanation, Baoyu couldn't help but stand up, angrily cursing:

"Shameless scoundrels, truly vulgar and filthy!"

Li Zhi wasn't surprised by Bao Yu's reaction, but she hadn't quite guessed the reason for his anger.

Bao Yu had long harbored illicit intentions towards Lady Wang, so naturally he didn't reject such taboo and romantic affairs. His anger

stemmed from only one reason—Jia Zhen and Jia Rong's methods were too despicable, practically

an insult to the noble profession of "lecher.

" "Sister Wan, I'll listen to you, I'll definitely help them through this difficult time!"

"Then how do you plan to help them?" Speaking of such shameful matters, Li Wan's jade-like face involuntarily flushed with

a hint of embarrassment and anticipation.

"Huh? A murderous aura!"

A series of impassioned words welled up in Bao Yu's mouth; he was about to show off in front of Li Wan when suddenly a strange

intuition assaulted his consciousness.

The feeling grew stronger and stronger, causing Bao Yu's brow to furrow. Before his exclamation had even subsided, he had already leaped out of the room,

his heavy voice carried on the wind: "Sister Wan, tell Sister Feng and the others not to go out, I'll be right back!"

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