r18novel Chapter 7 Your Highness, I Want to Cultivate
Chapter 7 Your Highness, I Want to Cultivate
The small garden of Guangxin Palace at dusk.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden halo over the garden flowers and plants, and the air was filled with the fragrance of various flowers, which mixed together but did not appear chaotic.
Amidst a sea of flowers sits a sandalwood recliner covered with soft cushions.
Li Yunrui leaned back in the recliner.
She changed into a pale yellow gauze palace dress, the neckline loosely open, revealing a section of her fair collarbone and a hint of cleavage.
Her long hair wasn't carefully tied up like it was during the day; instead, it was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks.
Her figure was clearly outlined under the thin gauze, with a slender waist and full breasts. Lying there, she looked like a languid beauty.
But the occasional glint of light in those slightly narrowed eyes made it impossible for anyone to truly relax.
Chunmei led Wu Feng through the garden path.
The footsteps were very light, but Li Yunrui still heard them. She didn't turn her head; her eyes remained closed, as if she were asleep.
"Your Highness, the person has been brought back." Chunmei stopped three steps away from the recliner, bowed, and reported softly.
Wu Feng stepped forward, knelt down, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness."
Li Yunrui then slowly opened his eyes.
Her alluring eyes turned to Wu Feng, her pupils shining brightly in the setting sun.
A slow smile curved her lips, her voice as soft as if it could drip water:
"What is the task I have given you?"
Wu Feng bowed his head and replied, "Your Highness, it was Wang Cheng who was killed."
"Then why did you do all those unnecessary things?" Li Yunrui's voice suddenly turned cold, like spring water frozen with a thin layer of ice. "Are you afraid of being found out and not being able to protect you? Or do you think that the death of a mere steward of the Imperial Garden can cause such a big problem?"
Wu Feng was startled.
"Your Highness, I was wrong." He lowered his head even further.
Looking at him kneeling there, Li Yunrui smiled faintly.
She slowly sat up, and a maid immediately brought over a pure white cat and carefully placed it in Li Yunrui's arms.
Li Yunrui took the white cat, gently stroking its soft fur, her voice softening once more:
"If you don't want others to find out, you should be more thorough. Using refugees as cover is one method. It's just that the process... is full of loopholes."
Wu Feng was puzzled.
He considered his plan to be fairly cautious: he disguised himself, changed clothes, took advantage of the chaos among the refugees, and then quickly left.
Where did things go wrong?
"Please enlighten me, Your Highness." He bowed again.
Li Yunrui stroked the cat, his eyes fixed on the white cat's comfortable, closed-eye expression, and said lazily:
"You shouldn't have exchanged so many copper coins in Kyoto, do you know why?"
Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, then his mind raced.
A moment later, he understood.
Although Kyoto was a prosperous city, exchanging so many copper coins at once would still attract attention. If someone investigated closely, they might very well follow this lead.
"I understand," Wu Feng said in a low voice. "Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness."
In his previous life, he was a lowly laborer. His biggest advantage in this world is knowing some of the plot's direction. When it comes to scheming and plotting, he's far from being a match.
Li Yunrui then turned his gaze to Wu Feng.
She held the cat, leaning slightly forward, her pale yellow collar opening a little wider with the movement. The setting sun shone into her fair skin, dazzling the eyes.
"Come closer," she said gently.
Wu Feng did as instructed, kneeling and moving forward two steps, stopping in front of the recliner, still keeping his head down.
"Raise your head," Li Yunrui said.
Wu Feng subconsciously looked up.
The moment their eyes met, he wanted to look down again. Those eyes were too bright, so bright that they seemed to be able to see through all the thoughts in a person's heart.
But Li Yunrui had already stuck out his foot.
Her right foot, clad in a soft satin embroidered shoe, was gently lifted, the toe of the shoe touching Wu Feng's chin, slowly raising his face.
"First time killing someone?" Li Yunrui asked, her eyes curving into crescents.
Wu Feng looked at her, his throat a little dry: "Yes...yes, Your Highness."
The tension in his expression was obvious; his fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.
Li Yunrui smiled even more broadly.
She leaned back in the recliner, but her right leg casually draped forward and rested directly on Wu Feng's shoulder.
She looked away and returned her gaze to the cat in her arms, stroking its back lightly with her fingers, her voice languid:
"My legs are a little sore, could you massage them for me?"
Wu Feng's expression froze.
But he quickly realized what was happening and replied in a low voice, "Yes, Your Highness."
He reached out and gently lowered the leg that was resting on his shoulder, supporting the calf with his palm.
Through the thin gauze skirt and underwear, I could feel the warmth of her skin and her delicate lines.
[Ding~ Mood points +20!]
Wu Feng began to knead.
His technique was fairly skillful, with moderate pressure, gently pressing and circling the calf muscles from the ankle upwards. His fingertips occasionally brushed against the skin, creating a subtle tactile sensation.
[Ding~ Mood points +30!]
The maid and Chunmei beside them both lowered their heads slightly, their expressions seemingly indifferent, but they were secretly surprised.
This is the second time His Highness has allowed this young gardener to touch her body.
Last time it was shining shoes, this time it's massaging legs.
As Wu Feng continued rubbing, he gradually understood.
This crazy woman is just seeking thrills. She enjoys the feeling of controlling others and watching them humbly serve her.
Thinking of this, Wu Feng suddenly stopped moving.
He naturally reached out and untied Li Yunrui's embroidered shoes, gently removing them.
A foot clad in a plain white stocking was revealed. The stocking was made of thin fabric, through which the outline of the toes and the slender lines of the ankle could be vaguely seen.
A unique and rich fragrance wafted out, a blend of floral scents, body odor, and the aroma of some precious spices.
The maid standing nearby was immediately alarmed, and Chunmei instinctively wanted to reprimand her.
But she stopped immediately after seeing the expression on Li Yunrui's face.
[Ding~ Mood points +30!]
Li Yunrui's eyes widened slightly, a strange light flashing in her pupils. She watched Wu Feng lower his head, clutching his foot, and her smile deepened.
Wu Feng kept his head down, his expression focused.
He supported her ankle with one hand, and with the other hand, through her stocking, he gently pressed his thumb on the sole of her foot, making slow circles. Then, following the curve of her arch, he pressed down repeatedly.
[Ding~ Mood points +30!]
Li Yunrui leaned back in the recliner, feeling the force coming from the soles of her feet.
The pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy. The fingertips pressed on the acupoints through the thin socks, bringing a subtle tingling and numb sensation, followed by a relaxing comfort.
A strange feeling began to grow in her heart.
It made her somewhat addicted.
Wu Feng also felt pleased at this moment.
The emotional threshold came more easily than expected.
Just by massaging your legs and feet, you can earn dozens of emotion points.
At this rate, accumulating 10,000 points doesn't seem too far off.
The master and servant were two people, one enjoying the pleasure of being served, and the other enjoying the pleasure of gaining emotional points.
The garden quieted down, with only the rustling of the breeze through the flowers and the occasional purring of the white cat.
After a while, Li Yunrui gently struggled and freed her foot from Wu Feng's grasp.
Instead of immediately withdrawing her foot, she used her toes, through her stockings, to press against Wu Feng's chin again, lifting his face.
Those alluring eyes looked at Wu Feng, her voice carrying a sickly charm:
"Excellent technique, I feel very comfortable. Who have you massaged before?"
Wu Feng looked at Li Yunrui with sincere eyes:
"In my entire life, I have only ever massaged Your Highness."
He wasn't lying.
In his entire life, he had only ever massaged Li Yunrui.
As for why the technology is so good...
Although he was poor in his past life, he still went to foot massage parlors a few times. The massages from those young ladies were really comfortable, and he even learned a few tricks from them.
Li Yunrui stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then smiled.
"Tell me," she said gently, "what reward do you want this time?"
Wu Feng lowered his head again and said softly:
"Your Highness, I wish to cultivate."