238: Chapter 238 Three Readings of a Rare Book

She let out a soft moan, and in a fit of exasperation, threw herself directly into Chen Shanzhi's arms.

She buried her flushed, pretty face deep into the crook of his neck.

Her jade-like hands gripped his neck tightly, her delicate body trembling as she embraced him, refusing to lift her head no matter what.

Chen Shanzhi held the impossibly soft and smooth body in his arms, his large hand gently stroking her delicate back, and the two of them cherished each other for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Listening to the heavy breathing of the beauty in his arms gradually calm down, Chen Shanzhi chuckled wickedly.

He gave her pert, rounded buttocks an ill-intentioned pat and teased, "My good wife, today's poetry gathering has only just begun. You've only read the first page in total; that doesn't fit the rigorous scholarly attitude we scholars are supposed to have. This simply won't do."

As he spoke, Chen Shanzhi tossed the rare book in his hand aside.

"Clatter."

The rare book landed squarely in the center of the cold red sandalwood desk not far away.

Chen Shanzhi wrapped his arms around her slender waist, breathing hot air against her dazed ear, and signaled roguishly, "Wife, in my opinion, we... should go to that sandalwood desk and read a few more pages."

"Pah, have some decency."

Ouyang Wanqing blushed, her eyes swirling with charm as she shot Chen Shanzhi a coquettish glare.

But ultimately, she was utterly unable to leave this man.

Ouyang Wanqing took a deep breath and finally, reluctantly, left Chen Shanzhi's warm and somewhat shameless embrace.

Her dark hair traced a graceful arc in the air.

Ouyang Wanqing turned her delicate body, her slender, fair waist bending slightly as she leaned against the edge of the cold red sandalwood desk nearby.

Her flawless, snowy skin pressed tightly against the dark red, steady sandalwood tabletop; the contrast between cold and hot brought about a strange sensation.

Her pair of fair, slender jade-like hands braced against the tabletop, and she slowly lifted the open rare book.

Taking a deep breath, she began to struggle as she turned to the second page...

But when Ouyang Wanqing struggled to turn the page to the second page, her beautiful face instantly stiffened.

The handwriting on this second page was completely different from the relatively regular running script on the first page.

It was filled with ancient, obscure seal and clerical script characters, with even the strokes appearing unfamiliar, densely packed together like a heavenly book.

Ouyang Wanqing took a deep breath, holding her jade-like neck high, her watery, beautiful eyes half-open and half-closed.

She tried to search within these raw, ancient characters on the paper, to perceive some of the same worldly emotions as the first page.

But after trying for a long time, her mind remained a complete blank.

Ouyang Wanqing, unable to handle it, had no choice but to blush and, following the instinctive rhythm of her body, recite a few incoherent, whimpering sounds in the study.

Chen Shanzhi's expression darkened at this moment.

How shrewd was he?

Upon hearing this "whimpering" tune that lacked any rhythm or method, he knew this woman was just trying to slack off.

"Slap!" A crisp sound (not a literal slap) suddenly exploded in the empty study.

... (Sigh)

Afterwards, he seemed to feel it wasn't satisfying enough, and that chauvinistic, overbearing streak of his flared up instantly.

Chen Shanzhi reached out with a large hand and grabbed, somewhat roughly, Ouyang Wanqing's waterfall of loose black hair.

... (Sigh)

Chen Shanzhi pressed his face tightly against her ear, exhaling hot breaths. His voice carried not a hint of the previous teasing, but was instead coldly frightening: "Is my wife slacking off?"

"Do you really think I'm easy to bully, that you can just make up a few lies and fool your husband?"

... (Sigh)

"Husband, this concubine knows she was wrong... let go... give this concubine one more chance..."

Chen Shanzhi looked down at the beauty in his arms, her face pale with terror as she begged for mercy...

"Huu... huu..."

Ouyang Wanqing, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly withdrew her right hand that was reaching out in mid-air.

... (Sigh)

Ouyang Wanqing rested her hands weakly on the sandalwood tabletop, burying her head in her hands, eyes tightly shut, her chest heaving violently as she panted. It took a long time for her to recover.

Biting her red lips, she calculated in her mind with some annoyance.

Since the content of the second page was truly too obscure and difficult to understand, why didn't this young lady just turn to the next page?

Thinking of this, Ouyang Wanqing gritted her teeth, reached out a finger with some effort, and flipped the thick page corner on the tabletop, turning to the next page to reveal the third page of the rare book.

However, when she saw the content on the third page clearly, Ouyang Wanqing was completely stunned where she stood.

As for the characters written on it, let alone perceiving them, she didn't even recognize a single one!

Those characters were not any of the commonly used scripts in the Great Jiang Dynasty; instead, they resembled the oracle bone script from Chen Shanzhi's previous life.

All sorts of crooked lines twisted on the yellowed paper, looking exactly like piles of dazzling tadpole-like characters.

Looking at these tadpole characters, Ouyang Wanqing steeled herself.

Since she didn't recognize them, this young lady could only make it up based on her first impression.

Ouyang Wanqing closed her beautiful eyes, and could only follow these tadpole characters as they entered her body, reciting softly and incoherently based on her first intuition.

But was Chen Shanzhi so easily fooled?

His Divine Sense was incredibly sharp; upon hearing this completely off-key, gibberish tone, he knew that the Eldest Miss of the Prime Ministers Mansion was playing tricks on him in the red-curtained bedchamber again.

"Fuck!"

Chen Shanzhi roared in anger on the spot, his chauvinistic desire for conquest instantly hitting the ceiling.

He didn't waste any words with her, reached out, and delivered a few slaps.