FYN Chapter 61 Bone Touching
Chapter 61 Bone Touching
The temperature inside Ganjiang Pavilion was sweltering, and the clanging of blacksmiths striking metal echoed incessantly, weaving together a heroic melody.
Ouyang Xue's task of taking measurements for Sheng Wansong was not simply a matter of measuring the overall length of a hand.
From wrist to palm, from palm to fingertip, the length of each finger and each segment of the finger must be measured precisely and recorded one by one, without the slightest ambiguity.
During the process, Ouyang Xue gently wrapped her hands around Sheng Wansong's right hand, using the cool pads of her thumbs to press and push against each of his finger bones, trying to explore the maximum curvature that could bend.
Her movements were gentle, and the touch of her skin was as cool and smooth as silk, making the test a pleasure.
Sheng Wansong considered himself quite experienced in bone palpation, but he never expected to be examined so meticulously today.
Although the subject was limited to the right hand, Ouyang Xue's technique, in terms of its precision, was even superior to Sheng Wansong's bone-touching.
My fingertips were enveloped in her palm, feeling the perfect pressure, a slight tickle stirring in the skin where they touched.
Sheng Wansong remained calm and composed, showing no signs of distress.
On the contrary, Ouyang Xue, who was measuring his palm, had already blushed bright red.
Presumably, she felt something similar to Katsuman Song.
She had never been in contact with a man before, so the thrill would be even greater than that of Katsumoto.
Ouyang Xue forced herself to remain calm, constantly reminding herself that this was just her job and a normal work procedure.
Custom-made weapons for renowned figures in the martial arts world have always been done this way, but this time she personally took charge.
Lin Xian'er stood to the side, squinting as she watched the scene, her chin stroking as if she were the great detective Mouri from some other world.
She stared at their clasped hands, feeling a vague ambiguity in the atmosphere, yet unable to pinpoint anything out of place.
Lin Xian'er's spear and longsword were also made by Mingjian Villa. They were custom-made after Sister Xue'er brought her to Ganjiang Pavilion to take measurements.
However, it wasn't Sister Xue'er who did it herself; it was a maid who did it.
This time, Sister Xue'er personally took the stage. Could it be that Brother Wansong has completely entered the eyes of these martial arts heroes and has been fully recognized?
When I get back, I'll tell my father, and he'll understand even more how amazing Brother Wansong is!
Just as the measurement was nearing completion, Lin Xian'er suddenly exclaimed, "It's leaked! It's leaked!"
The two looked over at the same time. Ouyang Xue's eyes were filled with tears as she asked, "What leaked?"
"I remember when that lady was measuring me, she rubbed my fingers and palms with her hands."
Lin Xian'er put her palms together and made a massaging motion. "She said that the roughness of the palm lines and calluses affects the grip and also affects the subsequent process, so it can't be done carelessly."
Ouyang Xue stared at Xian'er with a hint of resentment, not expecting her to have such a good memory, remembering things from so long ago.
She knew what Xian'er was talking about, but she deliberately ignored the past.
That little bit of gripping force couldn't possibly affect a chivalrous swordsman.
Unless one's internal energy is depleted or physical strength is exhausted, it will not affect its use.
However, for the sake of the reputation of Mingjia Villa, it cannot be skipped since it has been mentioned.
Ouyang Xue considered having someone else do the work, but she was afraid that doing so would make people think she was being perfunctory.
At first, she only wanted to make some initial contact, both to fulfill her promise to her father and to test his attitude.
Who knew that doing these small things would be more embarrassing than I imagined?
Ouyang Xue said dejectedly in a low voice, "It was my oversight."
Sheng Wansong chuckled softly, his voice gentle: "Miss Ouyang probably rarely does these things herself, so it's not surprising that she might have made some oversights."
It's not that I've done it very few times, it's that I've never done it before, I only have the experience of observing.
"Young Master Sheng, please extend your palm."
Sheng Wansong spread his hands as instructed, his attitude frank and generous.
Ouyang Xue hesitated, her delicate hand hovering above her for a long time, unwilling to put it down.
After a long while, he reluctantly placed it in Sheng Wansong's palm.
Ouyang Xue's hands were much smaller than Sheng Wansong's, and her skin was delicate and smooth, unlike that of a woman from the martial arts world.
But Sheng Wansong knew that her swordsmanship was exquisite, no less than Yuwen Lie's.
Perhaps because she was poisoned by a Gu, Ouyang Xue's palms were colder than normal.
A person's palm is warm, but Ouyang Xue's palm has a slightly cool feel, even after being rubbed.
Ouyang Xue's name contains the character for snow, but her personality is not as cold as snow. So far, the character "snow" is only reflected in her body temperature.
In contrast to her, Sheng Wansong's hands were warm.
Two hands with a noticeable temperature difference were pressed together, and the temperature began to transfer between them.
Feeling the intense heat, Ouyang Xue visibly trembled, and a blush spread from her ears to her cheeks.
She had never had such close contact with a man before.
Ouyang Xue had rubbed her hands together when it was cold, but shaking hands with a man was a completely different feeling.
The craftsmen inside Ganjiang Pavilion would sneak a peek in this direction during breaks from their work.
The drudgery on the blacksmith's assembly line is nothing compared to the sweet and sour charm of a young lady's life.
Each of them seemed to be diligently forging iron, but their minds were all wandering over here.
Lin Xian'er felt inexplicably stifled and uncomfortable watching this, and couldn't help but shout, "Are you two being so leisurely and affectionate?!"
She took two steps forward and stretched out her hands.
With one hand on top and the other on the bottom, they pressed down hard on both hands, and then vigorously pushed and rubbed them together.
"ah!"
Ouyang Xue exclaimed in surprise, instinctively pulling back and hiding her hands behind her back.
"Is it really that scary?"
Lin Xian'er muttered to herself, holding onto Sheng Wansong's hand tightly.
Although she was also a little shy, her reaction was completely different from Ouyang Xue's.
The difference between a true young lady and a rough young lady is becoming increasingly clear at this moment.
Sheng Wansong glanced at Lin Xian'er. Compared to Ouyang Xue's soft and boneless hands, Lin Xian'er's hands, while still generally soft like a woman's, felt somewhat hard.
It shows obvious signs of being trained in martial arts.
The difference is caused by two factors: whether one consciously maintains their health on a daily basis and the level of one's internal cultivation.
"Miss Ouyang, is it alright now?"
Ouyang Xue's cheeks flushed red as she avoided his gaze. "It's...it's okay now."
Although their palms were separated, the warmth of her palms lingered, as if she were still pressed against that large hand.
She begged for mercy and hurriedly took her leave, saying she would arrange for someone to make a scabbard.
With that flustered look on his face, who knows if he even remembered the measurement data?
Lin Xian'er had never seen Ou Xueyang lose her composure before. She tilted her head in confusion and said, "Sister Xue looks so strange."
Sheng Wansong sighed inwardly.
Standing together, my sister's performance completely made her a stepping stone for the other woman.
They're not on the same level.
It wasn't that Ouyang Xue was deliberately being pretentious; it was simply her nature.
Sheng Wansong enjoyed the genuine warmth from Lin Xian'er's palm and smiled at Ouyang Xue's graceful back.
It seems we can bring up the matter of Gu poison now.