Chapter 34 Long Night You are Zhou Xian more important than anything else.
Zhou Xian was covered with fallen maple leaves.
After saying that, Zhou Xian regained some consciousness. He lowered his head and chuckled to himself. A while later, Rounu carried the two of them to a stream. Zhou Xian caught a glimpse of the man's face reflected in the water, seemingly unmoved. He couldn't help but feel a pang of teasing and asked, "Zhang Huaiyu, why are you silent?"
Zhang Jinwei sighed, "Is Xianxian drunk? How could she say such nonsense?"
Zhou Xian also felt drunk. Otherwise, how could he have blurted out such probing words without clearing his mind? But now that he had spoken, the grievances he had felt for nearly twenty years could no longer be concealed. His heart ached and clenched. He breathed softly, resting his head against Zhang Jinwei's chest, listening to the man's strong heartbeat, and for a moment he was dazed.
Zhou Xian wanted to say so many things, so many things, but couldn't. But if he didn't say them, there would be a thin sheet of paper between them. Perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow, that paper would be pierced. Zhou Xian didn't dare to think how embarrassing the situation would be.
He didn't want to face embarrassment.
"Zhang Huaiyu, I have something to tell you." Zhou Xian's voice trembled. He raised his chin and looked at Zhang Jinwei, his eyes sparkling. "If I still hide something from you, will you be angry?"
I might as well say it all today.
Zhang Jinwei was concentrating on riding the horse. Upon hearing this, he just lowered his head and kissed Zhou Shan's temples: "Hasn't there been enough times when you lied to me?" He even deceived him into running away from home with a bald donkey who came from an unknown origin.
Zhou Xian bumped his head against his and said seriously, "I'm serious! I..." Zhou Xian suddenly paused, his eyes misting over as he murmured, "If I had been lying to you from the beginning... Zhang Jinwei, Zhang Huaiyu, would you still... would you still love me?"
Zhang Jinwei stopped his horse.
They had already walked deep into the autumn forest, where the endless frost crimson and warm yellow hues stretched to the horizon. A clear stream flowed, and the sky was filled with a frosty atmosphere. A cool autumn breeze blew the hair in his arms. Zhang Jinwei first glanced up at the clear blue sky, then, after a long moment of contemplation, he softly said, "Of course."
Zhou Xian said, "What if I really am a man?"
Zhang Jinwei was really helpless: "Don't talk nonsense, if you——"
"I'm a man," Zhou Xian said calmly. "I wasn't lying to you. I am indeed a man, and my father probably knows I'm a man. Zhang Huaiyu, you said you still like me. Are you serious?"
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Zhang Jinwei almost fell off the horse.
He considered that Zhou Shan's background was unusual, perhaps a case of "a cat for a princess," or perhaps an imposter, or anything else. He could accept it, even if Zhou Shan wasn't a princess. There was only one Zhou Shan in the world, and as long as it was Zhou Shan, he could accept anything.
It's a man...
Although it was really unexpected, Zhang Jinwei's ears were ringing after hearing it, and he almost thought Zhou Shan was lying to him again.
But if it's a man...
So what?
This is the least important thing.
Zhang Jinwei, a scholar steeped in officialdom, first considered Emperor Yongchang's intentions. A prince whose identity was unknown, disguised as a woman for years within the palace, betrothed to a leading figure in a literati faction... What was Emperor Yongchang trying to do? And what was Zhou Shan to this supreme elder?
A chess piece?
Zhang Jinwei actually disliked Emperor Yongchang as his father-in-law. Scholars often harbored a "dream of a wise ruler," hoping to work hand in hand with a wise and powerful ruler with a broad mind, ruling a prosperous era. However, Emperor Yongchang clearly did not share Zhang Jinwei's ideal. His greatest skill lay not in governing the empire, but in manipulating the imperial artifice he so proudly displayed. Seeing the entire court manipulated by him, forced to submit to the tyranny of his "father-in-law," only brought this eccentric old man genuine delight.
Then what about Zhou Xian?
Zhang Jinwei couldn't quite articulate his emotions; he felt a mixture of anger and pity. He couldn't help but lower his head, only to see tears streaming down Zhou Xian's porcelain-white face. Her palm-sized face looked like that of a young girl.
Although Zhou Xian was crying, her tone was calm, even cold: "Why don't you answer me? Don't you believe it? I'll take it off for you to see." After saying that, she was about to unbutton her collar.
His hands that were about to take off his clothes were held tightly by Zhang Jinwei, and the man leaned over and kissed his lips.
Zhou Xian felt that this man was simply unreasonable!
He confessed his sorrow and asked Zhang Jinwei if he believed him. But Zhang Jinwei didn't answer and kept kissing him. What did she mean by kissing him? Did she not care that he was a man, or did she just not believe him?
Zhou Shan bit Zhang Jinwei's lips, and the smell of blood filled the air between their lips. Zhang Jinwei felt pain and slightly loosened his mouth, staring at Zhou Shan with his dark eyes without blinking.
"Why don't you answer me?" Zhou Xian pushed him away.
"Because it's not important." Zhang Jinwei pulled him back into his arms, thinking that a cat bite would hurt. "You are Zhou Xian, that's what matters most."
Zhou Xian still didn't quite believe it. He hurriedly undressed, wanting to see if Zhang Jinwei was telling the truth. He tore open the snow-white collar himself, but suddenly remembered that this could not be proved, so he turned to unbutton her skirt.
Zhang Jinwei couldn't bear to watch any longer. He hugged Zhou Xian tightly, making her unable to move. He sighed and said, "It's windy outside. Are you going to get sick again? Let's talk about it when we get home."
When he said he wanted to go back, he asked Rounu to turn around and go back the way they came.
Zhou Xian was a little dazed, and remained so until Zhang Jinwei took him down from the horse. His collar was a mess, and Zhang Jinwei sighed and helped him tidy it up.
The eunuchs guarding the horse farm were all watching closely. The princess and her husband rode into the woods for a long time, and when they came back, their clothes were disheveled and the prince consort had a cut on his mouth. Everyone had ambiguous guesses in their hearts.
Xia Fu was not surprised, simply thinking it was just the couple's hobby. At least it was much more elegant than the nobles who waited on the imperial palace along the Qinhuai River. He was particularly considerate as he led Rou Numa over and asked respectfully with lowered eyes, "Are the princess and her husband tired? I'll have them prepare the carriages to return home."
"Okay." Zhou Xian nodded. He buttoned his shirt when something soft licked his face. It was the docile Rounu horse. Perhaps he had just cried, and there were tears on his face. The tears were salty, and the horse loved to lick salt, so it licked them away for him.
Xia Fu smiled and said, "Rou Nu really likes it, Princess! Does Princess like it? Lord Feng specifically said that if Princess likes it, he will give Rou Nu to Princess and she will return to Shaanxi with her tomorrow!"
Zhou Xian hugged Rounu's head and turned to ask Zhang Jinwei: "Is it okay?" He felt that Feng Gui was trying to please him, but with all the twists and turns in the officialdom, he couldn't make his own plans and had to ask Zhang Jinwei for his opinion.
"Since the Governor has given it as a gift, Princess, please accept it. I'm sure the Governor is not short of a horse." Zhang Jinwei smiled. "I'm back in Shaanxi now. Yulinwei is close to the grassland. When the fighting stops, I'll take Princess to go horseback riding."
So Rounu was led back to the yard where they were staying. Zhou Xian lay down beside the fence and fed her hay. Rounu lowered her head, her thick lips opening and closing as she slowly took the hay from his hand. The horse's mouth moved as she ate the grass obediently.
"Rou Nu isn't a nice name." Zhou Xian gently touched its nose, which was soft and moist, like a slightly dried-out piece of glutinous rice cake. "How about I give you a new name? Let's call you... Mu Xunzi."
After he finished speaking, he laughed himself. He named a chestnut horse Chestnut, which made him seem particularly greedy.
He grabbed another handful of hay, but the horse refused to eat. Instead, it lay gently in the stable, its long tail swirling around, probably because it was full.
Zhou Xian begged it: "Can you have another bite?" He didn't want to go back to the house right now.
Before in the woods, he mustered up the courage to take off his clothes to prove himself, but was repeatedly interrupted by Zhang Jinwei. After a few hours, his courage was gone and he really didn't dare to face Zhang Jinwei again.
But no matter how reluctant he was, he still went back to the house.
Zhou Xian tiptoed into the inner room like the wind, thinking that no one was there. When she turned around, she saw Zhang Jinwei standing by the window, staring at the yard motionlessly.
"Eh?" Zhang Jinwei noticed his movement and smiled at him.
Zhou Xian closed his eyes, looking determined to die: "I am a man."
"Yeah." Zhang Jinwei nodded and walked in front of him, "I understand."
Zhou Xian was anxious: "Why are you so calm? Don't you believe me? I really didn't lie to you this time. Let me show you--" Before he could finish his words, he was picked up and put on the couch.
Zhang Jinwei kissed him very carefully, and while kissing him, he said, "Do you really want me to see?"
Zhou Xian felt ashamed. He made up his mind and pulled off the laces of his horse-faced skirt. The shimmering brocade skirt flowed over his body, revealing the light-colored petticoat underneath, and beneath the petticoat were snow-white panties.
"Don't you feel disgusted?" Zhou Xian asked.
Zhang Jinwei didn't answer. He covered the back of Zhou Xian's hand, which was tugging at her belt, and with a little pressure, the petticoat loosened. He gently reached in, passing through like a gust of wind, and after confirming what he saw, he pulled his hand out.
"Why do you feel disgusted?" Zhang Jinwei placed his hand on Zhou Shan's chest and with a flick of his finger, the buttonhole opened. "Are you Zhou Shan?"
Zhou Xian nodded blankly.
"That's good." Zhang Jinwei smiled and kissed him. "You are Zhou Shan, and I like Zhou Shan. Whether Zhou Shan is a man or a woman, she is still Zhou Shan. Why should I feel disgusted?"
"Really?" Zhou Xian shed a tear.
"Really." Zhang Jin kissed his tearful eyes.
When his chest felt cold, Zhou Xian was shocked to find that his clothes had been undone. The man was kissing him from his face to his neck, and his hands were restlessly touching inside his clothes.
Zhou Xian didn't push him away, but simply asked, "Do you want to...consummate your marriage?"
"Are you willing?" Zhang Jinwei propped himself up and looked at his wife. Zhou Xian's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with light. Her neck was white and soft, and further down, she had a deep collarbone.
Zhou Shan raised her hand and untied Zhang Jinwei's belt.
This is agreed.
Zhang Jinwei turned the person in his arms over, so that Zhou Shan's face was half buried in the quilt. He saw that Zhou Shan's eyes were flushed, her thick eyelashes were drooping, and her lips were slightly open, revealing a little bright red tip of her tongue.
"Hmm..." Zhou Xian frowned and reached out to push Zhang Jinwei's arm away. This nasty guy kept rubbing him, and he didn't know what to rub. He rubbed and pinched him, even turning him over and licking him gently with his tongue.
Zhou Shan was trembling all over. He pushed Zhang Jinwei's head with his hand, but accidentally pushed the man's hair bun loose. The black hair fell all over his body, making him look even whiter like an exquisite porcelain doll.
"Stop licking me!" Zhou Shan cried and whimpered, feeling extremely ashamed. His underwear was pulled off, revealing a pair of slender, porcelain-white legs lying on the bright red quilt, with a slight pink tint at the base of his legs.
He was tossed over and over by the man and kissed in all kinds of ways, until he was gasping for breath. His thighs were also pinched by the man's hands. Finally, he turned over and was facing away from him, with the man tightly clamped between his legs.
He was extremely shy and suddenly regretted agreeing to do this with Zhang Jinwei. The love affairs in those romantic novels were too far away from him, and when they really happened in the real world, they were so... scary.
"I want to sleep..." Zhou Shan looked up pitifully at Zhang Jinwei on her body, trying to arouse the man's sympathy for her.
Unfortunately, it didn't work.
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