Joy of Life - Volume 2 - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: A Tale of Quarreling Fairies

So, the two of them came together as one.

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Fan Sizhe was chewing happily and didn’t notice the "quarreling fairies". Ruoruo was currently taking a stroll by the woods; she didn’t to seem to pay attention to what was going on over there. The maidservants did not clear their throats nonstop to try to stop this improper behavior because Fan Xian had been preparing them for this in the past few days.

Neither one of the couple knew how much had passed before they parted from one another. Both panting, their hair slightly messy, looking a bit pathetic. Rather than being intimate, it looked more like they had a fight.

"What are you afraid of? I never saw you this uncomfortable all those nights." Fan Xian teased her. With "tricky fingers", he gently flicked her earlobe.
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"The husband is being murdered." This was a joke told too many times by Fan Xian and his friends in his previous life. But to his fiancée, it was quite new.

"Fighting fairies" came from the seventy-third chapter of Dream of the Red Chamber. In it, the guileless Sister Sha picked up a sachet in the Grand View Garden. On the sachet was an embroidery depicting a man and a woman embracing in the nude. Sister Sha did not realize it was a pornographic scene and thought they were fairies fighting. She gave the sachet to Lady Xing and a fable was born.

Fan Xian snickered, "A good person, of course. Those before us once said, the fairies fought a fight of perfection. Besides, what we did was fairies quarreling."

"You see, in a fight, you use your entire body. In a quarrel, of course… you only use your mouth."

"It’d be a privilege if it were by your hand."

When taking refuge from the heat in a summer estate, it was easy for

a couple in love to pass time. In the blink of an eye, it was noon. Somehow Ruoruo was able to get the ladies at the front of the state to remember they had things to do, and they came to Fan Xian with all smiles; it looked like they received a lot of benefits from the Fan family.

Fan Xian’s roasted fish wasn’t enough to be called proper lunch. So, the lot made their way to the mountain estate and chose an elegant courtyard to have lunch. As the servants went to prepare food, the sound of horse carriages could be heard over the sound of chatting. Fan Xian and Lin Wan’er stood up at the same time, as if knowing who it was. Upon seeing they both stood up, they looked at each other in surprise.

Lin Wan’er had invited Ye Ling’er. Wan’er knew about the fight the other day, so she invited Ling’er here today to get the two to know each other better. Fan Xian knew Wan’er’s intention and welcomed Ling’er with a smile. He put his hands together and greeted her, "Nice to see you, Miss Ye."

Fan Xian chuckled, although inside he felt somewhat strange. Were they filming a historical film?

Fan Ruoruo spat and knocked Fan Sizhe on the head. She scolded in a low voice, "Never mind older brother’s wishes, even if he wants her, with Ling’er’s status, there’s no way it would be so trivial." In her heart, Ruoruo didn’t care who Fan Xian married, as long as she was to his likings. On that, Fan Xian shared the same logic.

Looking at the fat man, Lin Wan’er covered her mouth with her hand, but her exclamation could still be faintly heard. She looked back at Fan Xian with eyes full of gratitude.

"Dabao, didn’t we agree not to call me that?" Fan Xian smiled uneasily.

Fan Xian could only nod.

"Yes." Fan Xian smiled. He turned around and patted Dabao on the shoulder. "There’s no polo today, Dabao, but we can do other fun things."

Fan Xian sighed, "Because the water isn’t deep enough."

Fan Xian had originally planned to bring Dabao here because, first, he didn’t want his older brother-in-law to be bored at home, and second, he could leave him with Fan Sizhe, since they were both little kids. But somehow, Fan Sizhe had an intuition about matters like this and stayed far away as soon as he saw Dabao. Being taken by the hand, Fan Xian was led down the hill by Dabao. It looked like this lunch was a failure.

Lin Wan’er was shocked at first, then she felt something pulling at her heart. Her mentally challenged older brother had remembered his own sister, whom he had only seen a few times. She quickly agreed and took Dabao’s other hand.

It was evening, and the sound of people playing mahjong could be heard in the distance. The guards were drinking together; their duties had been light, everything was peaceful, and so their defenses were all lowered. The maidservants were tired and went to sleep after drinking some yellow wine. As for those being served, they had retired to bed early. Occasionally, the chorus of frogs came, and a fish could be heard breaking through the surface of the lake. Otherwise, everything was quiet in the royal summer estate.

[1] Liuxia Hui was an official in ancient China known to be so noble that he was able to hold a later on his lap without even the slightest hint of ignobility.