Dream of the Ancient Harem 1416

[014] Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman (Part 4)
After Wang Xiaohu woke up, a sweet voice rang in his ears: "Young Master, you're awake."
Finding that the person who came in wasn't Wangcai, Wang Xiaohu sat up abruptly, only to discover it was Fang'er, the beautiful maid who usually served Madam Wang. After placing the breakfast she brought on the table, she stood prettily in front of the bed, her face slightly flushed, saying, "Madam said that Young Master is now an adult, so this humble maid has come to serve you."
Wang Xiaohu was stunned by her words. When had Madam Wang ever been so considerate to him? He thought about how he had grown up and needed a woman, and also how he had been observing Fang'er while she spoke. It's important to know that Wang Xiaohu wasn't the original "Wang Xiaohu" but a "transmigrator," and was still completely unfamiliar with Madam Wang! Wang Xiaohu had met Fang'er once before, but because of Madam Wang, he hadn't really paid her much attention. Now that Fang'er stood confidently before him, he naturally had to examine her closely. He then noticed that Fang'er was beautiful, with a shapely figure and a captivating smile that was naturally alluring and endearing. However, her clothing seemed rather thin, as if she wore nothing underneath.
Wang Xiaohu found this strange and asked, "Eh, what did Mother want you to serve? Where is Wangcai?"
Fang'er blushed and giggled, saying, "Didn't I just say that Madam hopes Young Master will learn the ways of the world soon and bring children and grandchildren to the Wang family? After learning of Madam's intentions, and because I have always admired Young Master, I am willing to offer myself to you and share a life of passion. I wonder what Young Master's opinion is…"
Before Fang'er could finish, the lecherous Wang Xiaohu interrupted, "Thank you so much for your kindness, Miss Fang'er! This is a great honor for me, especially since I have long harbored the same feelings!" As he spoke
, Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but laugh.
Heh! It turns out Wang Xiaohu's aloofness earlier was all an act. He'd initially thought he was a "good rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," but now, with such beauty before him, he'd immediately given himself away, becoming the one who "gets the moon first from the water tower."
It seems the rumors about Wang Xiaohu, Chen Ling'er, and Chen Qiao'er weren't unfounded.
Fang'er, hearing Wang Xiaohu's thoughtfulness, smiled sweetly and came to the bedside to undress him. Wang Xiaohu was somewhat flattered, but also aroused, unable to suppress his desire. Then, seeing Fang'er undress, he indeed saw no other clothing beneath her single garment.
Wang Xiaohu scrutinized Fang'er's snow-white skin, exquisite and delicate, her lower abdomen smooth and supple. Below her lovely navel, a few sparse strands of hair connected, gradually growing thicker and denser downwards before disappearing between her snow-white, plump legs, forming a striking black and white triangle, giving her a unique youthful charm. The alluring expression in her eyes revealed her eager desire for sexual intimacy.
Fang'er climbed naked onto Wang Xiaohu's bed, and the room instantly filled with joy, as warm as spring. Between the pillows, they indulged in passionate lovemaking.
Wang Xiaohu had Fang'er lie on the bed, then rested his face against her soft lower abdomen, gently stroking and caressing it, feeling the delicate sensation, causing Fang'er to let out a soft moan of satisfaction.
Then, he gently parted Fang'er's legs... Wang Xiaohu's face involuntarily moved closer, and when his lips lightly touched the sparse pubic hair, Fang'er trembled as if unable to resist the tickling, her hands constantly stroking the back of Wang Xiaohu's head.
Fang'er's back arched, emitting soft moans and groans, and she slowly twisted her hips to match Wang Xiaohu's tongue.
"Mmm...so beautiful!"
Fang'er's eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes trembling.
Wang Xiaohu's lips and tongue moved upwards, burying his head above Fang'er, his chest pressing against hers and rubbing against her.
"Ah...ya..."
When Wang Xiaohu's tongue lightly swept across her nipples, Fang'er arched her upper body, offering her snow-white, soft breasts to him.
Then, Wang Xiaohu's head left Fang'er's chest and continued to slide upwards until their lips met, Fang'er's waist swayed as if she were very thirsty, preparing to receive Wang Xiaohu's thrusts.
Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Wang Cai's cheerful greeting rang out: "Good morning, young master!"
Wang Xiaohu jumped up, realizing he was alone in the bedroom, clutching a pillow, staring blankly around…
Where was Fang'er? Where had Fang'er gone?
Heh heh, Fang'er was still serving Madam Wang in her room. It turned out that everything just now was merely a dream.
Startled awake by Wang Cai, he felt a strange unease, his heart pounding wildly. Wang Cai brought him breakfast, but Wang Xiaohu said he couldn't eat it. He just lay on the bed, pretending to sleep. Wang Cai asked him with concern what was wrong. Wang Xiaohu lazily replied, "My head is a little dizzy, and my heart is pounding. I want to rest quietly by myself. You should go downstairs first!"
Wang Cai usually took meticulous care of Wang Xiaohu and rarely saw him in any pain. Seeing him so weak, he was very worried... especially since today was the day of the poetry competition between Da Wang Village and Xiao Wang Village.
Actually, Wang Cai didn't notice that Wang Xiaohu was leaning on the bed instead of lying on his back. He was mainly trying to hide the fact that although his limbs were weak, his fifth limb was full of energy due to a wet dream and had nowhere to release it.
It turned out that Wang Xiaohu had just had this wet dream before getting up, and was about to have a good show with the goddess of Wushan. If Wang Cai had come later, it would probably have ended with a wet dream, which would have relieved his desire. Unfortunately, before he could even have a wet dream, Wangcai barged in with breakfast, interrupting him. So, his engorged steed was ready to gallop, but with nowhere to run, it was painfully throbbing. If you were Wang Xiaohu, would you be thrilled or not?
Seeing Wang Xiaohu's obvious displeasure, the loyal Wangcai was deeply worried. He quickly left the room and rushed to report to Madam Wang, saying, "Madam, the young master is not feeling well; he may be ill. I request that you personally visit him."
Upon hearing this, Madam Wang immediately went to visit him. When she entered the room, she saw Wang Xiaohu already asleep, facing inwards, his body curled up, his cheeks flushed like the evening glow.
Actually, Wang Xiaohu wasn't asleep at this time. He just realized that his cheap "mother" had come, and his penis was still erect. If he were awake, he would stand up and bow, and the tent between his legs would definitely be seen by Madam Wang. He would be too embarrassed to face her then, so he pretended to be asleep. He arched his body to avoid being seen in that embarrassing situation. His cheeks were red and hot not because he was sick or had a fever, but because he was ashamed to be seen through.
When Madam Wang saw Wang Xiaohu's unusual appearance, she tiptoed out of the room and whispered to Wangcai, "It seems that Xiaohu wants to avoid the poetry competition and is pretending to be sick. Go and call the second madam over."
After saying that, Madam Wang snorted and turned to leave.
Chapter [015] Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman (5)
Wangcai was stunned when he heard this. After coming back to his senses, he slapped his forehead and looked at Wang Xiaohu with sudden realization.
"Who said I was going to skip the poetry competition? I'm up right now!"
Hearing this, Wang Xiaohu's anger flared
. Being looked down upon by a woman was a huge blow to his pride as a man. Although Wang Xiaohu was a gigolo before his transmigration... "Cousin Xiaohu, cousin Xiaohu, what's wrong?" Just as Wang Xiaohu was dawdling as he got out of bed, Zhang Yingying, her face flushed and carrying a sword, rushed in with concern. Startled, Wang Xiaohu trembled violently, his face turning pale, and he quickly hid back under the covers.
"No, I'm not sick, I'm not sick!"
Seeing the fiery Zhang Yingying about to pounce with a gleaming sword, Wang Xiaohu shook his head frantically, stammering,
"You're not sick."
Zhang Yingying was taken aback upon hearing this. She tilted her head and looked at Wang Xiaohu, her face full of confusion. "Cousin Xiaohu, you're not sick, why aren't you up yet? You're practically a lazybones!" "
I'm getting up, I'm getting up."
Seeing the sword in Zhang Yingying's hand, Wang Xiaohu suddenly became weak. His face stopped blushing, his heart stopped beating, and everything seemed to disappear. He hurriedly threw off the covers and prepared to get dressed.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a charming exclamation rang out. Wang Xiaohu looked up and saw a blush flash across Chen Yingying's face.
It turned out that Chen Yingying, Zhang Yingying, Chen Qiao'er, and Chen Ling'er were doing their morning exercise in the backyard. Hearing that Wang Xiaohu was sick, Zhang Yingying rushed over first. Chen Yingying, on the other hand, had taken a bath and changed into clean clothes with the help of Chen Qiao'er and Chen Ling'er. She arrived a little late and didn't expect to see Wang Xiaohu's fit body as soon as she entered the door.
"Second Aunt, what's your name?"
Zhang Yingying turned around at the sound of her voice, looking at Chen Yingying with a puzzled expression, and asked.
"Nothing, nothing,"
Chen Yingying turned around and glared at Chen Ling'er and Chen Qiao'er, who were chuckling to themselves, then secretly glanced at Wangcai, who was pretending to be asleep, and said in a low voice with a blush on her face.
"Oh. Cousin Xiaohu, why is there a worm growing down there—"
Zhang Yingying responded, then looked at Wang Xiaohu's groin with curiosity, and reached out to touch it, almost scaring Wang Xiaohu into fainting.
"Xiaohu, where do you feel unwell?"
Seeing Wang Xiaohu's eyes rolling back and his face full of shock, Chen Yingying glared at the "cowardly" Wang Xiaohu and quickly stepped forward to say, while pressing Wang Xiaohu down onto the bed.
"Second Aunt, is Cousin sick?"
Seeing Chen Yingying taking Wang Xiaohu's pulse, Zhang Yingying quickly stepped forward and asked anxiously.
"Your complexion is yellowish, with a reddish-white tinge, and you seem to have some internal heat."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yingying blushed, glared at Wang Xiaohu, and said irritably, "Ling'er, Qiao'er, you two help Xiaohu get up."
"Yes, Madam."
Chen Ling'er and Chen Qiao'er blushed to their ears, their eyes brimming with undisguised joy as they responded.
"Yingying, your aunt will accompany you to change your clothes. You've been practicing swordsmanship all morning, you must have sweated a lot."
Chen Yingying glared fiercely at Wang Xiaohu, making him feel itchy and hot inside. Chen Yingying got up and pulled Zhang Yingying, who was reluctant to leave, and said.
"Ah!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yingying immediately felt uncomfortable all over her body, cried out in alarm, and fled for her life.
What defines a "lady of high society" in ancient times? It referred to daughters of wealthy families, refined and cultured women. These ladies adhered to the "Three Obediences and Four Virtues," maintaining strict discipline and cleanliness. They typically changed clothes four to seven times a day, one outfit for each occasion. For example, they would wear clothes for morning sword practice (or dance, music practice), breakfast, and clothes after breakfast. Ancient women's etiquette was even more elaborate than men's. Girls from humble
families, on the other hand, didn't have such strict rules, mainly because their families were poor
. They would only change clothes two or three times a day. Zhang Yingying was a quintessential lady of high society; her father and brothers were all officials, and her family had very strict etiquette requirements.
For example, in some modern pretentious novels, a protagonist might attend a banquet dressed very plainly and then suddenly become famous. However, modern banquets are a continuation of ancient Chinese social traditions. Dressing uncleanly or lacking taste is considered a grave insult and contempt to the host.
Seeing Chen Yingying leave, Wangcai, very tactfully, bowed to Wang Xiaohu and quietly slipped away.
Immediately afterward, a series of rapid, panting breaths and teasing sounds came from inside the room.
"Mother, I'm going to the poetry competition."
After drinking three bowls of bird's nest porridge, eating seven meat buns, taking a bath, changing into clean white clothes, putting on a scholar's hat, and tucking a folding fan at his waist, Wang Xiaohu arrived at the inner courtyard to greet Madam Wang.
"Go."
Seeing Wang Xiaohu's dashing scholar's attire, Madam Wang was stunned for a long time before recovering. She gave Wang Xiaohu a strange look several times before waving him away.
"Madam, Young Master's clothes are so strange today,"
Fang'er couldn't help but say after Wang Xiaohu left.
"What's strange about them?"
Madam Wang put down her teacup and looked at Fang'er.
"According to Young Master's habits, he should be wearing magnificent and rich clothes today, so why is he wearing these somewhat—refined—clothes?"
Fang'er hesitated before saying "shabby," instead using "refined."
"Hmm."
Upon hearing this, Madam Wang nodded, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, as if remembering something.
Arriving at the border between Dawang Village and Xiaowang Village, they found it already teeming with people. Almost all the scholars and literati of Heping County had come, and many from neighboring counties had also arrived, leaving Wang Xiaohu stunned.
"Young Master, the County Magistrate and the Eldest Son have also arrived."
Seeing Zhang Wenshu, dressed in official robes and exuding an imposing aura, Zhang Xiaoyi and his son sat high on the platform, Wang Cai excitedly announcing.
"Wow!"
Seeing the dozens of officials on the platform, Wang Xiaohu gasped. It seemed his prediction from the other day was correct; a major change was about to occur in Heping County. Sitting before Zhang Xiaoyi was a middle-aged man with white eyebrows and no beard; if his guess was correct, that man was likely a eunuch! Sitting below Zhang Xiaoyi was a military officer, wearing a golden tiger-head armor, at least of general rank.
Hundreds of soldiers were maintaining order around them—no, to be precise, they were protecting Zhang Xiaoyi and the others.
Wang Xiaohu suppressed the complex thoughts in his heart, feeling incredibly heavy. He took several deep breaths and had Wangcai beat the gong.
"Scholar Wang is here! Scholar Wang is here!"
Hearing the gong, everyone looked at Wang Xiaohu and his companions. Those who recognized Wang Xiaohu cheered.
After all, the name of Wang Xiaohu had already spread throughout Heping County yesterday. Of course, some people thought that Wang Xiaohu was all bark and no bite and did not believe that Wang Xiaohu could be so talented. After all, the previous "Wang Xiaohu" was the guy who was living a carefree life in the modern world and was having a great time in the officialdom. His bad reputation was well-known!
Whether Wang Xiaohu could change his previous image depended entirely on today's poetry competition.
Main text [016] Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman (VI)
"Yingying greets Father and Big Brother."
Zhang Yingying walked through the crowd, pulled Wang Xiaohu, and came to Zhang Wenshu and Zhang Xiaoyi with a happy face to pay her respects.
"Greetings, Uncle and Cousin."
Wang Xiaohu had no choice but to steel himself and politely bow to Zhang Wenshu and Zhang Xiaoyi.
"Hmm."
Zhang Wenshu, though anxious, remained calm and gave a curt reply.
"Your Excellency, who are these two?"
The middle-aged eunuch smiled slightly and asked Zhang Xiaoyi, feigning ignorance.
"Eunuch Wei, Lord Li, these two are my younger sister and my cousin."
Zhang Xiaoyi had become anxious when he saw Wang Xiaohu being pulled over by Zhang Yingying, and now, seeing Wei Xian ask the question, he quickly introduced them to Wei Xian and Li Gang.
"Oh."
Upon hearing this, Wei Xian nodded and remained silent.
General Li Gang, upon hearing this, merely returned the salute, his face expressionless and silent. If one looked closely, a clear hostility and distance could be seen in Li Gang's eyes towards Zhang Xiaoyi.
"Youqian greets the teacher,"
Wang Xiaohu and Zhang Yingying greeted Wei Xian and the others, then approached the old teacher and bowed.
"Hmm,"
the old teacher, upon hearing this, narrowed his eyes, his face flushed, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Youqian, today when you and Wenle are exchanging poems, don't let it damage your relationship. Keep it brief; after all, you are classmates, and you have a long road ahead of you."
"Yes, teacher,"
Wang Xiaohu nodded heavily. After all, Wang Xiaohu was a time traveler; he knew very well how much help fellow townsmen, classmates, and acquaintances could provide in one's future career. It was very likely that Wang Le, Wang Wenle, and Wang Ping, Wang Dingping, would all be members of his faction in the future.
Then, the two village chiefs from Dawang Village and Xiaowang Village announced the rules of the poetry competition, which consisted of three rounds: the first round was couplet writing, the second round was word guessing, and the third round was poetry composition.
"Brother Wenle, Brother Dingping, please."
"Brother Youqian, please."
Wang Xiaohu, Wang Le, and Wang Ping greeted the judges, including the old master, and Zhang Xiaoyi, Wei Xian, and others, and then exchanged greetings.
"Brother Wenle, Brother Dingping, please present your couplets first."
Wang Xiaohu opened the door and said to Wang Le and Wang Ping.
"In that case, Wenle will not stand on ceremony."
Wang Le looked at Wang Xiaohu with a complicated expression and said with a flushed face, "Brother Youqian, please look at Wenle's first line—'Small marsh sinks the stars, like an immortal scattering golden chess pieces.' 'Ancient pine hangs the moon, like an old dragon holding up a night-shining pearl.'"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaohu smiled and replied with the first line.
"Good."
"Good couplet!"
Everyone immediately cheered upon hearing this, while Zhang Xiaoyi and the other officials on the high platform remained expressionless, looking at the center of the platform with amusement.
"The four rivers are first, summer is second; I, an old man, live in Jiangxia, who is first, who is second?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Ping's expression became even more complicated. He gritted his teeth and recited the first line of the couplet his teacher had given him that morning.
"The three teachings of Confucianism come first, the three talents of man come last; I, a mere Confucian, dare not be first, dare not be last,"
Wang Xiaohu was stunned for a moment before recovering. He gave Wang Ping a strange look and then recited the second line. After all, the first line, "The four rivers are first, summer is second; I, an old man, live in Jiangxia, who is first, who is second,"
was completely unsuitable for Wang Ping. It was clear that this couplet was not Wang Ping's own.
"Brother Youqian, please give us your couplet,"
Wang Le said, his face pale.
"Hmm, Youqian's two couplets are 'Mist locks the mountain peak, the mountain locks the mist, the water is cold,' and 'Sprinkle. A drop of water. Two drops of water. Three drops of water.'" Wang Xiaohu didn't stand on ceremony and directly recited the two couplets from yesterday.
"Wenle (Dingping) concedes defeat."
Upon hearing this, Wang Le and Wang Ping's faces turned pale, and they dejectedly admitted defeat.
"Brilliant! Excellent couplet!"
Wei Xian praised with a beaming smile, giving Zhang Xiaoyi a meaningful look. Li Gang, on the other hand, snorted.
The second round was a word guessing game.
"Brother Youqian, this round will be between the two of us, please."
Wang Le glanced at Wang Ping, who took a step back. Wang Le then bowed to Wang Xiaohu.
"Alright."
Wang Xiaohu nodded and said, "A person without integrity cannot stand. Guess a word."
"The 'gao' in 'gaoshi' (notice)?"
Wang Le was taken aback. This word puzzle was too simple. Wang Le asked uncertainly.
"That's right."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaohu clapped his hands and said, "Brother Wenle is brilliant. Please give me the question."
"Flowers before willows."
Upon hearing this, Wang Le's face turned red. Because Wang Xiaohu's contemptuous behavior had insulted Wang Le's personality and dignity.
"If you have the money, you admit defeat."
Wang Xiaohu pondered for a while, and after about half a cup of tea's time, when everyone was covered in sweat, he conceded defeat. The Wang brothers, Le and Ping, breathed a sigh of relief.
The third round was poetry.
"Your Excellency, what is the meaning of the four characters 'Flowers before willows'?"
Wei Xian asked Zhang Xiaoyi with some doubt .
"Flowers before willows is the character 'festival,' the 'festival' of the Lantern Festival."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyi smiled slightly when he saw Li Gang glancing over.
"Brilliant!"
Wei Xian clapped his hands in praise. "Your Excellency, what is the meaning of the second line of your cousin's two couplets?"
"Yes, yes!"
Several nearby officials quickly echoed.
"This—"
Zhang Xiaoyi hesitated for a moment before replying, "If I'm not mistaken, the two second lines should be 'The sky connects to the water's end, and the water connects to the sky' and 'Fragrant flowers. Hundred-character head. Thousand-character head. Ten-thousand-character head.'"
"Good, I see."
Wei Xian exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, "Your Excellency is truly talented, worthy of being the new third-ranked scholar."
"You flatter me, Eunuch Wei."
Zhang Xiaoyi quickly replied modestly, but a complex look of resentment flashed in his eyes. Originally, Zhang Xiaoyi should have been the top scholar, but due to the infighting and compromises among the major factions in the court, he was forced to become the third-ranked scholar. Everyone in the officialdom knew that Zhang Xiaoyi truly possessed the talent of a top scholar.
This time, being granted the title of Third-Rank Inspector was a form of compensation from the emperor, and also a test. If Zhang Xiaoyi could successfully navigate this hurdle, he would undoubtedly become a powerful figure upon returning to the capital!
"This time, it will be a contest between Brother Youqian and me."
Wang Le stepped back, and Wang Ping stepped forward, bowing to Wang Xiaohu.
"Please."
Wang Xiaohu returned the bow neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Brother Youqian, this time Dingping's poem is titled 'Tea': 'Fragrant leaves. Tender buds.
Poets love.
Grind white jade into a sieve of red.
Brew yellow stamens. Dust swirls in the bowl.
After nightfall, it invites the bright moon to accompany it. Before dawn, it faces the morning glow.
It washes away the weariness of people past and present. When drunk, how can it be boasted about?'" Wang Ping's poem "Tea" shocked the entire audience, who cheered loudly.
"Excellent, truly excellent."
"Wang Dingping is indeed a talented man."
Old Master Wang nodded with satisfaction upon hearing the poem.
"Brother Dingping, you are truly talented. I'm so glad I have the money to share this poem, titled 'Yue.' 'How magnificent is
the green hills of Qi and Lu! Nature has bestowed upon it divine beauty. Day and night, yin and yang ,
clouds rise and fall. My heart swells with the rising clouds. My eyes follow the returning birds.
I will surely climb to the summit and survey all the mountains below.'"
Wang Xiaohu's poem caused a moment of astonishment among the crowd, but after a moment of realization, they erupted in applause. Several beautiful women, holding paper umbrellas, flirted with Wang Xiaohu, their faces flushed and radiant with spring-like desire.
What happened next was quite unexpected. The winner of the poetry contest was announced as Wang Xiaohu (Wang Youqian), whereas Wang Xiaohu had expected a tie. Wang Xiaohu looked up at the stage and immediately understood.
The Wang brothers, Wang Ping and Wang Le, walked off the stage somewhat unwillingly. Zhao Kangping, hiding in a corner, glanced at Wang Xiaohu on the stage with jealousy and hatred before turning away.

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