That day, Meng Huan appeared in Lin Bozhou's bed with this copy of the "Spring Palace".
Ordinary couples don't look at erotic paintings, considering them something only lowly prostitutes in Qin-style mansions would peruse. The price of such paintings is also prohibitively high, and the impoverished commoners can't afford them—unless they want to indulge in some fancy play. But why would an ordinary person need that?
Thinking about the letters Meng Huan received from outsiders, it seemed as if they were trying to seduce her with their charm, adding another piece of evidence.
Lin Bozhou lowered his gaze, observing Meng Huan's every move.
As Meng Huan's eyes gradually widened while looking at the erotic painting, it seemed like she couldn't believe she had been discovered so quickly. But soon after, she reluctantly admitted it with a dispirited tone.
"Mm."
With a meek tone, she said, "I brought it."
"Why did you bring it?"
Meng Huan hesitated for a moment, fearing that revealing her true intentions might provoke him to harm her with his "weapon." So she said, "As the Lord's wife, it is the duty of this humble concubine to study the pleasures of the bedchamber together with the Lord."
As she spoke, Meng Huan hung her head, blushing profusely, showing a shy and submissive appearance.
Lin Bozhou raised an eyebrow, briefly pondering the matter.
The way Meng Huan obediently talked about her duties seemed quite clever.
—But wasn't that assassination letter he received tonight saying otherwise?
"Is that so?" Lin Bozhou responded, following the thread of the conversation. He pushed the erotic painting toward him, with a seductive glimmer in his eyes. "Then, what has the Lady learned?"
For some reason, he was very interested in Meng Huan's upcoming response.
The implications in Lin Bozhou's words made Meng Huan's scalp tingle, further confirming that sooner or later, he would possess her. To minimize the harm she would endure, Meng Huan took out a scroll from her sleeve and said, "Lord, would you like to see this?"
"What is it?"
"This is something I wanted the Lord to know while serving in bed," Meng Huan said, her face turning red.
The atmosphere became somewhat subtle.
The scroll depicted beginner-level sexual positions. Meng Huan was worried about wasting expensive rice paper and used yellow drafting paper instead. At this moment, the paper was tightly rolled up. If one had learned the idiom "When the picture is exhausted, the dagger appears," and then connected it to the secret letter Meng Huan had just received, it would be easy to suspect that there was a hidden dagger inside.
Lin Bozhou didn't immediately look at the drawing. Instead, he casually raised an eyebrow, recalling something. "I heard you were frightened and vomited when you killed a chicken earlier?"
"?"
Meng Huan didn't expect him to suddenly change the topic, and it was still such an awkward topic. Her lips curled downwards, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Lin Bozhou smiled ambiguously. "I just find it a little cute."
"..."
He's mocking me! He's mocking me!
Meng Huan wondered inwardly, feeling slightly indignant.
Lin Bozhou didn't continue teasing her, though, and said, "Open the book, let me see."
"Oh."
Meng Huan spread open the explicit illustrations she had drawn.
When she was in the orphanage, Meng Huan didn't have many friends. At that time, she enjoyed reading picture books. As she grew older, she started drawing her own and relied on them to earn
money for tuition and living expenses during college. She had drawn many character designs and explicit illustrations.
So she had a lot of experience drawing explicit illustrations. With a few strokes, she could outline the specific positions. The explicit images in front of her appeared like frames in a comic book, appearing one by one.
Crossing her arms, Meng Huan eagerly waited for praise. "How does the Lord find them?"
Lin Bozhou lowered his gaze, carefully examining the drawings, and lightly rubbed his lips and teeth. "More erotic paintings?"
"Of course, but these are more detailed and specific than that book. They also depict the step-by-step process of a couple's intimate actions. Lord, you must carefully study them and learn these steps," Meng Huan said, calculating in her mind.
Learn them, so as to avoid suffering.
These explicit illustrations, although in black and white, had more passionate and unrestrained lines. The figures depicted being pressed down bore a resemblance to Meng Huan, with one hand covering their faces, a look of enduring pain on their faces.
Compared to the explicit paintings without microexpressions, the emotionally charged drawings were more capable of arousing interest.
He brought the original erotic painting and even drew new ones. It was difficult for people not to think that he was deliberately using them to entice her.
Lin Bozhou withdrew his gaze from the erotic painting and lowered his eyes to Meng Huan, examining her.
Meng Huan looked worried. "Can the Lord understand them?"
Lin Bozhou furrowed his brows, his eyes deeply contemplative. A hint of a glimmer appeared in his eyes for a moment, and after a while, he smiled. "Indeed, it's a little hard to understand. It would be better if Huanyuan could explain it. Come, take a seat."
Meng Huan blushed. The current scene between the two of them resembled a newlywed couple secretly indulging in forbidden fruit, closing the doors and windows, secretly watching and discreetly experimenting after finding a movie.
Lin Bozhou moved the lamp closer to the drawings with great interest. "What are they doing?"
Following his gaze, Meng Huan saw two figures embracing each other, their mouths close together. "They are kissing. It's a prelude to intimacy that makes the subsequent actions more natural."
"Kissing?" Lin Bozhou pondered, his expression thoughtful. Then his gaze fell on Meng Huan's lips, as if lost in thought.
In that moment of eye contact, Meng Huan's back suddenly felt hot, and his scalp began to tingle, vaguely realizing something.
Lin Bozhou leaned over, and the shadow beneath him abruptly descended before his eyes. He reached out, lightly tapping Meng Huan's lips with his fingertip, asking, "Here?"
The touch of his icy-cold fingertips was warm.
Speaking softly as a couple, his voice was low, carrying a hint of huskiness.
Meng Huan's spine stiffened as he nodded, "Mm."
"What does a kiss feel like?" Lin Bozhou seemed entirely unaware of love and desire, his eyes dark like a predator's, his fingers repeatedly caressing Meng Huan's lips, seeking a definite answer.
Meng Huan's face immediately flushed crimson. "It tickles."
"Hmm?" Lin Bozhou seemed as if he wanted to hear it again.
Meng Huan gritted his teeth, "It tickles a lot..."
Enduring the teasing of his fingertips, Meng Huan's face grew even redder, and his lips gradually became slightly swollen from the rubbing.
"Besides tickling, is there anything else? Is it just the tickling sensation?" Those cool fingertips seemed to playfully tease, not relenting as they roamed and lingered on his lips.
Until Meng Huan lowered his gaze, seemingly unable to hold back his urge to grit his teeth, his eyelids even starting to turn red.
Lin Bozhou chuckled softly, "Does it make you uncomfortable? Then I won't touch anymore." He happily retracted his fingertips, ending the first round.
Meng Huan felt as if he had been granted a reprieve and let out a heavy breath. He touched his flushed lips and saw Lin Bozhou inspecting the next page of the drawing, pointing to the one they had just discussed.
"What are they doing on this page?"
"..."
Proceeding gradually, the actions became more intimate and passionate.
Meng Huan's voice stuttered, "They're, they're biting the neck."
"Biting the neck?" Lin Bozhou frowned, his voice filled with confusion. "But how come I see him sticking out his tongue?"
Meng Huan: "..."
He thought to himself, "This inexperienced man is really annoying."
He was already a bit shy and didn't want to use explicit words, but it seemed like Lin Bozhou wouldn't give up until he heard that specific word.
Meng Huan gritted his teeth, "It's almost the same."
Lin Bozhou asked, "What do you mean by 'almost the same'?"
"..." Meng Huan conceded, "Licking, licking, is that enough?"
"Oh, so it's licking. Huanhuan, please be more precise next time when describing it," Lin Bozhou politely advised, "If it's not clear, I'm afraid I won't know what to do and might actually hurt you."
"..."
Hmph.
Meng Huan grumbled discontentedly.
He had the feeling that Lin Bozhou was teasing him.
But there was no hint of it in Lin Bozhou's expression. He resembled a middle-aged man with an interest in love and desire. Indeed, being unmarried at the age of twenty-six in ancient times was considered quite old. His fingers rested on the paper as he continued flipping to the next page.
After enduring two rounds of embarrassment, Meng Huan anxiously watched as Lin Bozhou's finger landed on a more explicit scene. His mind buzzed, and a blush rapidly spread across his face, turning it a deep shade of red.
"This picture..."
Being held tightly in the embrace of the dominant partner, his arms wrapped tightly around the partner's neck, he buried his head
heavily. His legs were supported by the partner's hands, with one hand's middle finger slipping into a crevice, while the other hand was dripping with an unidentified liquid.
Following the sequence of kissing, touching, XX, and XX, it was clear at a glance what was happening in the picture being drawn.
"..."
Meng Huan's mind exploded.
He felt dizzy and weak in the knees, unable to comprehend why he, as an anonymous wife in the anonymous district, would draw explicit images and discuss them face-to-face with someone. It was simply a day of social death.
This time, Lin Bozhou really didn't understand. "Where is his finger positioned?"
Silence was the response. Lin Bozhou raised his gaze from the drawing. "Why aren't you speaking?"
Meng Huan found it difficult to speak. He felt as if he had committed a great sin. Not only was his face red, but his fingertips also began to tremble, nervously twisting his fingers and biting his lower lip.
Lin Bozhou looked at the center of his fingers and raised an eyebrow, understanding the reason Meng Huan was reluctant to speak.
Upon further thought, he inexplicably curved his lips.
In the past, officials had offered him beautiful women as bribes. They were not only stunningly beautiful but also knowledgeable in the art of pleasing men in the bedroom. These women were carefully cultivated as the finest courtesans in Yangzhou. When the beauties were taken out of the carriage, their charms were enchanting, captivating the eyes of all the men in the mansion.
However, Lin Bozhou didn't spare a glance at the beauties and showed little interest.
But today, he was quite interested. He had wanted to see what Meng Huan could seduce out of him. However, from what he could see now, let alone the skills to tempt a man, Meng Huan hadn't even built up the necessary psychological fortitude.
...If he were to touch Meng Huan, it would most likely end in a bloodbath.
"Lady Huan blushes so much, feeling shy?" Lin Bozhou's fingertips were icy-cold as they approached, resembling a snake's tongue. It caused Meng Huan's fingers to tremble, his back tensing up.
Lin Bozhou observed the subtle movements without missing a beat, slowly revealing an inexplicable smile. "It seems the lady is afraid. Does that mean you're unwilling to be intimate with me?"
While Lin Bozhou was smiling, Meng Huan's first instinct was that he wasn't. Lin Bozhou's smile was typically hiding a knife, the more he smiled, the more unsettling it became, making one's scalp tingle.
Meng Huan thought to himself that with Lin Bozhou's passionate temperament, if he said he wasn't willing, he would probably become even more excited, right?
Meng Huan made up his mind. "It's not that I'm unwilling to be intimate, it's just that I feel a bit shy and somewhat sentimental."
"Sentimental?"
Meng Huan took a deep breath. "Your Highness, with your distinguished status and peerless appearance, countless people yearn to be intimate with you but can't even dream of it. Of course, I'm the same."
Meng Huan blinked, displaying an expression of deep admiration for him as a lover. "I have long admired Your Highness, and since there is an opportunity, I naturally wish to serve you, to be your lifelong companion, to be buried together in death. How could I not be willing?"
Having said that, Meng Huan made a bold and daring move.
"Your Highness, let me undress you."