Chapter 39 Chapter 38 He picked him up and held his hand...
Gu Shiyan was puzzled by this. He approached the man. After not seeing him for several years, the once high-spirited emperor had become emaciated. He didn't know what had happened to him over the years, but what could have caused this emperor, who once held the throne of the world, to look so haggard? Gu Shiyan was puzzled.
At that moment, footsteps suddenly echoed from the upper floor. Gu Shiyan thought, "Could it be the palace servants searching for Mu Congmo?" It was impossible for a dignified emperor to be without a single servant, let alone a secret guard? He guessed that Mu Congmo had driven them all away. Seeing the emperor hadn't returned for so long, they grew worried and anxious, and came looking for him.
Gu Shiyan heard a shrill voice coming from a eunuch, "You all should be quiet. If you disturb His Majesty, watch out for your heads." Then the man changed the subject and complained, "Commander Mo, why is His Majesty doing this? Not only did he not allow us to serve him, but he even drove away your Shadow Dragon Guards. What will we do if an assassin shows up?"
"Eunuch Hu, His Majesty's orders cannot be disobeyed. We, the Shadow Dragon Guards, can only strengthen patrols around the palace and not let any assassins break in." Someone answered.
Gu Shiyan had been wondering if there were too many patrols within the palace. Now he had the answer: Mu Congmo had thrown a tantrum and driven everyone away. But they couldn't really abandon the emperor's safety, so they increased the patrols around the palace.
Seeing the footsteps getting closer, Gu Shiyan stood up and prepared to leave. Although he was not afraid, it was still good to avoid trouble. The moment he stood up, he found that his sleeve seemed to be stuck. He looked back and found that Mu Congmo, who had been sleeping, was now holding his sleeve tightly in his hand.
He was about to break free, but at this moment Mu Congmo's eyes slowly opened, looking at his blurry figure, and shouted: "A Yan."
Another voice suddenly echoed in Gu Shiyan's mind. Three years ago, in the snowy mountains, the cold wind had carried the call of "A Yan" to his ears, and his heart finally softened, unable to bear to leave. Three years ago, it happened to be a critical period in his retreat. This voice disturbed his calm mind, and ripples appeared on the once tranquil surface of the lake.
For a moment, he was in a trance, but he soon realized that the voice three years ago was probably just an illusion created when he broke through, and the voice now was actually coming from the person in front of him. Gu Shiyan's lips curled up into a smile. Three years later, you still remember me.
Since the other party refused to let him go, why not just stay here? He simply sat down next to Mu Congmo, completely ignoring the person who was about to come.
As the wooden door opened, a group of people appeared in Gu Shiyan's sight. Before they could react, they were knocked unconscious by Gu Shiyan's internal force. Even Mo Yu, who had the highest cultivation level, was not spared. He was very considerate and used his internal force to slowly lower them to the ground, preventing them from falling directly to the ground.
In this way, Gu Shiyan stayed by Mu Congmo's side, and at this time the moonlight happened to shine on the two of them, giving them a bit of sacred glow.
Time passed minute by minute, and the cool night breeze blew on their faces, but Mu Congmo still showed no signs of waking up.
Gu Shiyan was feeling sleepy at this point. He looked helplessly at Mu Congmo lying on the ground, his mind racing. Mu Congmo was the emperor after all, and if his servants saw him lying there, it would be detrimental to his dignity. Gu Shiyan thought about it and decided to send the man back. As for the remaining people lying on the ground, he ignored them.
He held Mu Congmo in his arms with one hand. In order to make him feel more comfortable, he hugged Mu Congmo with both hands, tiptoed, and headed towards the emperor's bedroom.
When he came here before, he noticed that the security of a palace was stricter than that of ordinary places. If he guessed correctly, it should be Mu Congmo's bedroom.
There were quite a few guards and eunuchs around the bedroom, and even the shadow dragon guards were knocked unconscious by Gu Shiyan's previous method. He just carried the master of the nine-story palace and walked openly in this deep palace, without any concealment.
The emperor's bedroom was not as luxurious as he had imagined, but rather had a simple feel. It was decorated with bright yellow and dragon patterns, which only the emperor could use, giving it the appearance of an imperial palace.
He held Mu Congmo in one hand and, with the other, lifted the bright yellow curtains, placing him on the dragon bed. Mu Congmo had lost some weight compared to three years ago, so he felt no pressure in holding him. He was about to leave when his hand suddenly felt a chill. Mu Congmo was holding his arm tightly, muttering, "Ayan, don't leave me alone." His tone was filled with grievance, as if he was about to burst into tears.
Gu Shiyan was helpless. He was already feeling sleepy, but if he stayed here, not only would he not be able to sleep well, but what would happen if someone saw him tomorrow? He didn't want to become the topic of conversation as soon as he arrived in the capital. But when he saw Mu Congmo's aggrieved expression, he couldn't bear to leave him here alone.
He sat by Mu Congmo's bed, intending to wait until he fell asleep before leaving, but this wait lasted until dawn. Mu Congmo slept very restlessly that night, often waking up, realizing that the hand he was holding was still there, and then falling asleep again, and this cycle repeated itself.
During this time, Gu Shiyan had been by his side the entire time. This kind of patience was extremely rare in him. If it were an ordinary person, he would have chosen to leave the moment the other person fainted, but today, he repeatedly broke his original decision for Mu Congmo. You know, once he made a decision, it would not change. But at this time, he had not yet realized the difference in his heart for this emperor. Perhaps because he had never understood love, he had not discovered the hidden feelings in his heart.
He followed the same route he took last night and groped his way back to the Duke's Mansion without disturbing anyone else along the way.
After he left, the people he had knocked unconscious gradually woke up. Up in the pavilion, Mo Yu was the first to wake up, thanks to his inner strength. He saw a large area of fallen bodies scattered on the ground, shaking everyone awake one by one. When they first woke up, they had no idea what had happened. After sitting for a while, they remembered what had happened the previous night. Hu Xian was the first to come to his senses, shouting to Mo Yu, "Where's His Majesty? Let's go find Him!"
He hurriedly climbed to his feet, completely forgetting the palace rules. A group of people followed him and ran. The hurried footsteps disturbed the peace of the palace. They searched the surrounding palaces but could not find the emperor. Now, apart from the harem, only one place remained to be searched: the emperor's bedroom, the Purple Palace.
Hu Xian hurried along, searching and trying to comfort himself: His Majesty had simply returned to his chambers to rest and had not been taken away by the assassin. With trepidation, he arrived at the Purple Palace. Behind the bright yellow curtains, he saw the emperor sleeping, and a heavy weight lifted from his heart.
Mu Congmo was a very light sleeper. For some reason, he had slept soundly the previous night, but now he was awakened by the sound of Hu Xian's footsteps. His brows knitted slightly, his expression unpleasant. He had seen the young man he had been dreaming of in his dreams, but being suddenly awakened naturally made him feel a little unhappy. When he regained consciousness, he suddenly realized that he was now in Zichen Palace, but his last memory of the previous night was still in Zhuyue Pavilion. Yes, the plaque that Gu Shiyan had overlooked had the words "Zhuyue Pavilion" written on it.
He only remembered that after getting drunk last night, he seemed to vaguely see the figure of the young man in his mind, but other than that he didn't remember anything.
"Were you the ones who brought me back last night?" Mu Congmo asked. He didn't care about such things, still savoring the beautiful dream he had last night. Ever since hearing that news three years ago, even if he could dream of Gu Shiyan, he would always die under the thunder. Over time, he no longer dared to sleep deeply. He was afraid of seeing the young man disappear before him again, and he would be completely helpless.
Hu Xian, who had been relatively calm, knelt down in fear after hearing Mu Congmo's words. His voice trembled a little: "Your Majesty, when we went to Zhuyue Pavilion to look for you last night, we were knocked unconscious by assassins who came out of nowhere. We just woke up." He buried his head deep in the ground, waiting for the emperor's wrath.
But unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Mu Congmo was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said to himself, "It turns out that what happened last night was not a dream. A Yan really came back. Then it must have been A Yan who sent me back last night." Mu Congmo was extremely happy. He could move in and out of the palace freely. No one except A Yan could do that. Even Master Jingkong could not escape unscathed.
While he was delighted, he also felt a little aggrieved. Why didn't the other party come to him when he was clearly still alive? Then he ignored this point. Since what happened last night was real, then what he touched was really the young man's hand, not a dream. Thinking of this, his mood improved a lot, and he even looked at Hu Xian, who had disturbed his sleep, with a better eye.
"Get up, that man is not an assassin. If he wanted your lives, you would not be able to appear in front of me now." Mu Congmo was in a good mood at this time, and he was more patient with Hu Xian.
The time for court was approaching. Hu Xian helped Mu Congmo change into his elaborate imperial robes, and he looked quite regal, a far cry from the aggrieved man he had been the night before. Mu Congmo's good mood was evident on his face today, and the court officials reacted as if they had seen a ghost. The atmosphere in the court was much more relaxed.
Gu Shiyan, on the other hand, was not so lucky. After returning to the Gu Mansion, he had no time to rest. After a quick shower, it was time for breakfast. Liang Qiulan had been waiting outside Gu Shiyan's courtyard early this morning, but because she was afraid of disturbing his rest, she stayed outside the courtyard and did not go in.
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