Xin Binglin, who was sweating profusely, did not care about etiquette and rushed into his backyard. The servants were quite puzzled by this.
When they arrived at the back of the room, Xin Binglin saw that the door of his son's study was still closed. He could not help but worry secretly. Fortunately, he had solved the couplet.
"Old Master, Bao Lin hasn't gone out for another day. He's just staring at that lousy painting and not saying a word.”
It was Madam Xin who had been waiting outside. When she saw her master come back in a hurry, she immediately went up to him with a crying face.
This matter had to start from a month ago. Old Master Xin was a benevolent person, but he only had his only son, Xin Baolin. Fortunately, this son was born smart and followed Old Master Xin's wishes.
It was unknown where Xin Baolin had gotten a scroll of painting, but it was a painting of a beautiful lady reading a book. Xin Baolin was so shocked that he locked himself in his study room, staring at this painting all day long.
At first, Old Master Xin did not find it strange. After all, it was a good thing for his son to study hard in the study. However, as time passed, Madam Xin realized that her precious son was actually getting thinner and thinner.
Old Master Xin could only advise Baolin not to work so hard. He did not expect Xin Baolin to ignore him and lock himself in the study room, not going out all day.
Madam Xin was worried about her son's health, so she sneaked in when Bao Lin wasn't paying attention. She saw her son staring at a painting without making a sound.
No matter how the couple reprimanded him, Xin Baolin stared at the painting without saying a word as if he was possessed. Old Master Xin felt uneasy when he saw his son's lifeless eyes and how haggard he looked.
There were a few times when Old Master Xin wanted to steal the painting when his son wasn't paying attention, but he was stopped by Xin Baolin. He even threatened him with death, so Old Master Xin could only give up.
If the hard way did not work, Old Master Xin had no choice but to stand at the side and ponder over the painting. He saw his son staring at the inscription beside the painting for a long time without saying a word, as if he was in deep thought.
Old Master Xin was also a literate person. He saw the words written next to the painting of a beautiful lady reading," Reading in spring, reading in autumn, reading in spring and reading in autumn.”
Old Master Xin pondered in his heart. Could it be that his talented son had become stupid from reading, or was he competing with this half of the couplet?
That was why Xin Binglin went around asking for the couplet. He thought that if he could match the second half of the couplet, his son would wake up.
"Madam, don't worry. I've already found the second half of this couplet. This time, I'll definitely be able to make Bao Lin understand!”Xin Binglin said happily.
After all, Madam Xin was a woman and did not have any opinions. Seeing that her master was so confident, she nodded her head in relief.
Xin Binglin gestured for his wife to be at ease and walked in quietly. When he saw his son still staring at the painting on the table, Xin Binglin, who was full of confidence, suddenly lost his confidence.
"Bao Lin, look, I helped you solve this couplet. Why don't you put it down?”Xin Binglin probed.
Xin Baolin looked like his mother. He had delicate features, red lips, and white teeth. If not for his haggard eyes and protruding cheekbones, he would have been a handsome young man.
Xin Binglin's heart ached even more for his son. Why would a perfectly fine person go against a painting?
The wooden Xin Baolin slowly turned around and tilted his head to look at the couplet. He muttered,""Reading in spring, reading in autumn, reading in spring and autumn.”
The originally lifeless Xin Baolin suddenly came to life. He grabbed the couplet with a crazed expression and said hoarsely,""Wonderful! Why can't I remember! Wonderful!"
Xin Binglin saw that his son had actually stood up, and his face revealed an ecstatic expression. He grabbed his son's wrist and walked out of the house, hoping to leave this lousy place as soon as possible.
"Father, why are you holding me? Why am I here?”Xin Baolin suddenly said.
A gust of cold wind swept past. Xin Binglin thought of Xu Xian's words before he left, and a chill ran down his spine.
"You brat, you stared at this lousy painting for a month and you don't remember?”Old Master Xin reprimanded in disappointment.
Xin Baolin had a strange look on his face as he said embarrassedly,""I just wanted to solve this couplet. It seems like it only took me the time to brew a cup of tea. How could it be a month? Father, don't joke around!”
Seeing his son's confident expression, Xin Binglin's expression changed drastically. Without a word, he pulled his son and ran out.
"Why is Young Master in such a hurry to leave? I have an absolute, don't you want to try?”
Xin Baolin's heart trembled when he heard the ethereal voice beside his ear. He struggled free from his father and asked in puzzlement,""Father, can you hear the woman's voice?”
"Nonsense, there's no female voice. You're possessed!”Xin Binglin was burning with anxiety as he reprimanded his son.
Just as the two of them were in a deadlock, a cold wind suddenly blew in the study. The doors and windows were strangely closed, and for a moment, the cold air was oppressive.
"Masters, why don't you accompany me?”
Looking in the direction of the lazy voice, he saw a lady dressed boldly. Half of her soft breasts were exposed, her beautiful black hair was casually scattered, and her round, snow-white legs were faintly discernible.
The father and son of the Xin family seemed to be possessed as they moved towards the peerless demon. The air was filled with a charming atmosphere that constantly teased the two of them.
The woman lowered her body slightly, looking even more enchanting. Her gorgeous red lips pursed slightly, as if she was waiting for the two of them to come.
Xin Baolin walked faster. His eyes were infatuated and he had long lost his mind. He reached out to touch this beautiful woman.
"Young Master, come and accompany me!”
Xin Baolin took a few quick steps forward, completely disregarding the words of the saints that he had learned on a daily basis. He stared straight at that pair of jade-like legs, wishing that he could pounce on them immediately.
"Beauty, I'm here!"
Xin Baolin let out a low growl with a dazed look in his eyes. He stumbled over, but the woman easily dodged him. Xin Baolin missed and dove into the painting on the table.
Xin Binglin saw that his son had disappeared into thin air. After all, he had traveled extensively when he was young, so he was very calm. He quivered and bit the tip of his tongue while enduring the pain.
The pungent smell of blood filled his taste buds. Old Master Xin instantly woke up. He did not care about his son and rushed out.
"Help! Someone come quickly!" Old Master Xin banged on the wooden door desperately, but there was no movement.
"Hee hee, this master will stay and accompany this servant. The people outside can't hear you!”
The flirtatious woman smiled sweetly and kept approaching Old Master Xin. Her footsteps were turbulent, and her pair of jade-like legs were like a dragonfly skimming the water, revealing her body.
Even though Xin Binglin was knowledgeable, he could not help but swallow his saliva at this moment. He was afraid that the Courtesan Belle of Lin An Manor was only so. Desire spread wildly in his mind.
The air was filled with an alluring fragrance. Xin Binglin watched helplessly as that pair of soft hands slowly reached over, but he could not move. His heart was filled with shock.
"Tsk tsk, although he's an old man, it's better than nothing!”
The woman's head suddenly turned, and her jade-like neck seemed to have no restraints at all. She directly turned the back of her head, and the pink beauty instantly turned into a demon.
A sly smile hung on a fox-like face, as if it was mocking Xin Binglin. The sharp corners of its mouth suddenly opened and bit down on Xin Binglin's throat.
A strong stench assaulted his face. Xin Binglin's muscles were trembling, and the corners of his eyes were torn. However, he could not use any strength as if he had taken a knockout powder.
"Could it be that my Xin family built roads and bridges to benefit the people, but in the end, we ended up like this?”
Just as Xin Binglin thought that he was going to die, the couplet on the table suddenly shone with golden light. A rich literary aura seeped out of the paper and suddenly turned into a golden light.
It was the calligraphy that Xu Xian had written with his literary spirit. It moved without any wind, like a sharp sword breaking through the restraints and whistling toward the pink beauty.
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