Little Panda
Stories
48
Chapters
5,930
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90.2 M
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Reading
313 d, 1 h
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Eating VinegarHanzi: 吃醋 | Pinyin: chī cù | Explanation: Literally "eating vinegar," this is a common idiom meaning to feel jealous, usually in a romantic context. Jiang Yao explained it to her for a long time, but the other person still couldn't quite accept the fact that she wouldn't be in the manor at night and had to go out, maintaining a dazed look the whole time. Jiang Yao fiercely glared at her useless younger brother several times. Her younger brother touched his head, then gave a…-
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A Little Bit of EnlightenmentHanzi: 开窍 | Pinyin: kāi qiào | Explanation: Literally "opening the apertures/orifices." It refers to suddenly understanding something, getting the hang of it, or in a romantic context, realizing one's feelings or understanding romance. Jiang Yao coaxed and held the person as she maneuvered her into the private room next door. She didn't even have time to pay attention to Jiang Ru[ef, so Jiang Ru had to follow them in herself and even helped them close the…
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As Long As It's You The first thing the Eighth Prince saw when he vaulted over the wall was two young women lounging in the courtyard, casually feeding each other orange slices. They looked to be having a wonderful time. He paused to carefully straighten his clothes before speaking in an elegant tone, “Jiang Yao, you have warm fragrance and soft jade in your armsHanzi: 温香软玉在怀 | Pinyin: wēn xiāng ruǎn yù zài huái | Explanation: An idiom describing the pleasure of holding a…
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No Hitting Murong Ci practiced seriously in the courtyard all afternoon until his back ached and his hands were sore. He trained until the sky gradually darkened and even the sharpest eyes could no longer make out the falling leaves. He finally put down his bow and arrow and went to sit under a tree to rest for a while. Exhausted, he tilted his head back to look at the arrow holes peppering the tree. After a good while, seeing that the person in the room had no intention of coming out, he had no…
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An Invitation to Share a Bed She frowned, her concern evident as she pulled the other woman tighter with one arm, gently patting her on the back with the other. “What is it? Did Murong Qing come looking for you again yesterday?!” Song Muyun only focused on burrowing deeper into her embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around her. It was a long moment before she finally spoke, her voice thick with a wronged, tearful tone. “No, he didn’t come, but I had nightmares again. I had them all night,…
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In a Dream Jiang Yao looked at her eyes. Inside them, a light like sparkling stars quietly hid a trace of expectation. What was she expecting? On the bustling Flower StreetHanzi: 花街 | Pinyin: huā jiē | Explanation: Literally "Flower Street," a common euphemism for an entertainment district or red-light district., one person stood like a fiery flame, the other elegant and otherworldly. Standing opposite each other, Jiang Yao inexplicably reached out and touched the corner of Song Muyun's…
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Startled Jiang Yao entered Yueshang House the next day, carrying a stick of tanghuluHanzi: 糖葫芦 | Pinyin: tánghúlu | Explanation: A traditional Chinese snack of candied fruit, typically hawthorn berries, on a skewer.. As was her custom, she tossed a piece of silver to the madamHanzi: 老鸨 | Pinyin: lǎobǎo | Explanation: A madam of a brothel or pleasure house.. Hearing her say that Muyun had not yet risen, she shook her head, refusing the person who offered to wake Song Muyun, and went to the…
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Delicate and Soft Song Muyun nestled in her arms, sleeping soundly. The woman’s body was pliant and slightly cool to the touch, wonderfully comfortable to hold. Jiang Yao was not sleepy, therefore she just held Song Muyun, gently patting her back to soothe her to sleep. Time trickled by. She had not closed the door when she came in, leaving it slightly ajar. From the sliver of sunlight that fell into the room, she could judge the time. Just before noon, the woman in her arms finally stirred…
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Auction Time passed day by day, and soon it was the day of Song Muyun’s first auction. Jiang Yao had prepared the silver early on and communicated with her father, but she didn't expect that when the day finally arrived, she would suddenly be tripped up by various matters. First, a military general she was acquainted with in the past rushed back to the capital from a thousand liHanzi: 里 | Pinyin: lǐ | Explanation: A Chinese unit of distance, approx. 500 meters. away; immediately after seeing the…
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Strolling the Flower Street Murong Qing’s identity had already been exposed. He himself had to worry a little about whether this matter would reach his Imperial Father's ears, so naturally, he did not dare to fight Jiang Yao for the prize. In any case, Jiang Yao was a woman, so she couldn't really do anything. Jiang Yao spent four hundred taels of silver and finally bought the person. The man in brocade clothes slapped the table, about to order someone to dress up Song Muyun before sending her…
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