Chapter 73 Return to Beijing Part 4 (End of Text) He is...
The lights are on and the palace is full of buildings.
The lights in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were bright, and the sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras were melodious and pleasant. A night banquet to pacify the northern border and conclude an alliance was unfolding.
But beneath this peace, there is an undercurrent that only those involved can perceive.
Xuan Che sat high in the main seat, his crown draped with tassels, obscuring most of his expression, revealing only his hard jaw and tightly pursed lips. He raised his glass, and his voice, carried by the eunuchs, echoed clearly throughout the hall:
"The establishment of the Loufan Kingdom and the peace of the northern border are a blessing for the country and the people. Ministers Chen and Xie, you have a keen understanding of the situation, have effectively mediated, and have facilitated the alliance. Your contributions will be remembered for generations to come. I pay my respects to you two, and to all the loyal ministers of our dynasty!"
"Long live His Majesty!" All the ministers responded in unison and raised their glasses to drink together.
Princess Dulan of Loufan served the Queen Mother in a emerald green palace dress. She was respectful and calm, knowing when to move forward and when to retreat, and her graceful and elegant demeanor was impeccable.
She deliberately performed such standard etiquette. She could learn the rules of the palace and act gentle, but the unrestrained power derived from the source of life would never disappear.
Chen Jinshi changed out of his military uniform and put on a crimson official robe, which made his appearance look even more like jade. He raised his head and looked upward, his gaze naturally falling on Du Lan.
Du Lan seemed to have a telepathic connection. The moment Chen Jinshi's gaze met hers, she had just leaned slightly to replace the empress dowager's spoon. No one noticed her move, or even her gaze, which remained fixed on the vessel in her hands. But Xuan Che keenly noticed that, beneath her lowered eyelids, the corners of her lips, once calm and composed, seemed to soften, almost imperceptibly, like a ripple in a lake after a stone is dropped.
It was a silent communication between the two of them that required extreme concentration to discover.
I forced myself to look away, to look at the ministers who were praising His Highness, and at the palace maids who were dancing gracefully, trying to blend into the bustling celebration.
After trying for a while, he became annoyed, dismissed his attendants, and left the palace alone.
"I'm going to the Imperial Garden for a walk. You are not allowed to follow me."
Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the air was filled with laughter and chatter. Chen Jinshi could always read Du Lan's subtle expressions.
He was already capable of toasting and drinking well in such an occasion, but Dulan could not help but find the banquet tedious and boring.
Their eyes met briefly, then they separated and went on to do what they were supposed to do.
However, the two had been separated for half a year, and after a brief embrace, they went to their own meetings, so it was inevitable that they missed each other a little anxiously.
She still looked humble, meek, respectful and calm.
She used the excuse of changing clothes to pay her respects to the Queen Mother in a dignified manner, then walked out of the noisy hall calmly.
The slightly cool air instantly dispelled the dullness in the hall. Du Lan followed her memory and quickly walked through a corridor to a more remote glazed pavilion in the imperial garden, which was often used to store gardening tools.
The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the quiet path.
She walked into the pavilion and stood still. A hot hand touched her, and she felt warmth from behind. A soft smoke veil fell from her head and he tied it behind her. She was suddenly plunged into darkness, and her senses were infinitely magnified.
"Hmm!" Du Lan let out a low cry and leaned his back against the pillar.
Chen Jinshi drank a lot of wine and smelled strongly of it.
Dulan felt a little disgusted with him, but she couldn't push him away.
The man had big breasts and thick flesh. She fell heavily into him and could only feel the familiar hot breath spraying on her forehead, then on the tips of her ears and neck.
And those eyes, which were surprisingly bright in the night, were staring at her.
Dulan was looking forward to the violent storm that had been suppressed for a long time.
"slim Shady……"
Dulan held up his head, the corners of her eyes also full of lustful red: "Hmm?"
In the absolute darkness and silence, the voice carried a hint of dependence and trembling that the speaker himself was not aware of.
He didn't respond to her.
The next moment, a kiss was placed on her lips.
If you feel it carefully, you can find that the fabric of the soft smoke gauze is not thick, and some moonlight can vaguely penetrate it, outlining his vague outline close at hand.
She could probably see his closed eyes and slightly furrowed brows.
His hot lips were pressed against hers vaguely, and he seemed deliberately unwilling to give her enough at once.
Summer clothes were thin, and body heat was easily transferred to the other person. Wherever they passed, clusters of tiny flames appeared.
She turned his head away: "Don't do that, it will leave marks."
Once the collar of her emerald green palace dress was fastened again, she was once again the respectful and quiet lady-in-waiting.
Chen Jinshi pursed his lips and teeth, his expression suddenly becoming a little aggrieved and pitiful, but unfortunately Du Lan couldn't see it.
"Amu, did you miss me?"
"Yes," she said in a calm voice, still soft and tender after being kissed, "all the time."
He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her lips again, but she avoided him.
She pushed his shoulders and sat down, straddling his legs.
She herself did not want to leave marks on her neck, but she wanted to pollute him.
Darkness deprives vision, but makes touch and hearing extremely sharp.
She could clearly feel his thigh muscles tense up instantly and heard a suppressed, almost whimpering breath escape from his throat.
She suddenly stopped, stroked his face, and looked down at him. Although she was the one who couldn't see, it seemed as if she was scanning his entire body.
"Brother Shi, Am hasn't praised you for a long time, right?"
She called him softly, as if bewitching him, and when their breaths blended, he almost lost his composure.
"Let me take a look at you...you look so cute."
Chen Jinshi trembled all over. Yes, Mom, you haven’t praised me for a long time.
She stroked his Adam's apple: "You sounded so nice just now~"
She held his shoulders, moving them up and down gently, her hand precisely reaching into the collar of his crimson official robe.
Chen Jinshi gasped again in his throat and subconsciously wanted to grab her rebellious hand.
But she was quicker to grab his wrist and press him against the pillar beside him. Her force wasn't strong, but she had an undeniable sense of control.
"Don't move." It was clearly an order, but the voice sounded charming because of emotion, as if she was acting coquettishly.
He really stopped struggling, but his chest heaved violently and his breathing became heavier, like a tamed yet restless beast.
Du Lan's fingertips lingered below his collarbone, feeling the hot blood and rapid heartbeat rushing under his skin.
Then she lowered her head, and her soft lips replaced her fingertips, pressing them with a slow, almost studied strength.
Not sucking, but grinding it finely with your teeth.
Chen Jinshi took a sharp breath, his pupils dilated, and he raised his head because of the touch between her lips and teeth, which was a mixture of slight pain and extreme numbness.
His neck formed a fragile curve, and his Adam's apple rolled violently, showing his hidden strength. He was not as fragile as he appeared on the surface.
He wanted to say something, but only could come out in a broken voice.
She could feel his muscles contracting and trembling, and could feel his arms tightening around her waist.
"Amu..." he called her in a whimpering voice.
Everything was about to get out of control, so he begged her.
Dulan seemed to have not heard anything.
Her lips continued to roam slowly along his collarbone, like a beast patiently marking its territory before enjoying a feast.
Every tiny bite made it difficult for the man to control himself.
In this way, she confirmed his existence and soothed her body which had been empty for a long time.
The emerald green palace dress was still neatly worn on her, and the hem of her skirt spread over his crimson official robe. The colors intertwined, and beneath the dignity, there was a breathtaking gorgeousness and moisture that could only be felt when they were in harmony with each other.
The moonlight was like water, but it could not shine into the thicker darkness inside the glazed pavilion, which was shrouded in soft smoke.
Xuan Che was feeling depressed and walked here casually.
Considering that he is the ruler of the world, the supreme ruler, he has been working hard day and night since he ascended the throne. He can be regarded as a rare wise ruler in history, rather than a foolish or tyrannical ruler.
They follow the ways of Yao and Shun, follow the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, practice ruling by doing nothing, and seek peace and prosperity for the whole world.
Even with Loufan, the initial intention was to promote virtue and treat them with courtesy, hoping that they would be attracted by his culture and return to China, so that we could write a beautiful story of peace and prosperity for all nations.
He always believed that a ruler should be like the North Star, centered in its place, surrounded by all the other stars. He should command submission through virtue and dignity, rather than relying solely on thunder and lightning. Therefore, he often took a moderate approach, avoiding extremes, always hoping for the gentle, gentle rain that moistens everything. Even when he harbored biases, he was firmly bound by the gentleman's principle of self-discipline and adherence to propriety, believing that his actions were guided by emotion and guided by propriety and righteousness.
But only she...
The imperial mentality and gentlemanly demeanor that he was proud of seemed so... ridiculous in front of that person.
Somehow, I ended up in such a remote place. It was good that I could use the coolness of this remote place to suppress my depression and drunkenness.
However, just as he passed a dense clump of honeysuckle, his footsteps suddenly stopped in their tracks.
The outline of the glazed pavilion glowed faintly in the moonlight, and inside the pavilion, what reached his ears faster than the two figures was the suppressed and unbearable breathing.
Du Lan sat on Chen Jinshi's lap, her eyes still blindfolded. She couldn't see him clearly, nor did she know what was happening outside. She only knew that the man in front of her belonged to her alone. His muscles, blood, and the body that stood madly to be sacrificed were all born for her.
He saw the woman who always had a straight back and cold eyes, now tilting her head back with her lips slightly parted, as if she was sobbing.
The sound was like crushed petals, tinged with tears. Even with tears, she was still moving on her own, demanding, demanding endlessly.
"Jinshi...my brother Shi..." Dulan's voice was tearful, and her face showed a breathtaking, completely dependent and fragile beauty.
It was something Xuan Che had never seen before.
It turns out that she would beg in such a soft and charming way, begging someone. Her slender waist would actually be so accommodating, soft but firm.
Chen Jinshi bit the soft flesh on the side of her neck, suddenly raised his eyes, looked at Xuan Che, and grinned silently.
The palace dress, made of light silk, was originally neatly and tightly wrapped around the outline of the person, with a jade belt tying the waist straight and the curved hem binding the legs to prevent it from opening and closing too much. Now all of this was deformed in a thrilling way.
It was different from any other time he had slept with his concubines.
He heard the man speak hatefully, biting her ear: "Amu, you look like this, I wish I could...die on you..."
Such love words, like the sharpest dagger, completely pierced through Xuan Che's last mask.
Propriety, righteousness, integrity, and moral principles were all crushed to dust at this moment, shattered by the lewd music and lively sounds in the pavilion.
"See not what is improper, hear not what is improper, speak not what is improper, do not do what is improper." The sage's words were still ringing in his ears, but the scene before him was like a boiling furnace, consuming all the gentlemanly virtues and imperial dignity he had always adhered to, burning and tormenting him. The concubines in the harem, who served him in bed, all held their breath and kept their voices in awe, adhering to palace rules. How could there have been such... such unbridled, unbridled indulgence!
Xuan Che seemed unable to accept that he had always packaged "desire" as something very respectable.
He watched Dulan seemingly in control of the person beneath her, but in fact being controlled by the person beneath her, melting like a pool of ice in a river. He watched as her cheeks flushed with excitement under her covered eyes, and watched as her once meticulously combed bun had long been disheveled, with a few strands of brown curls sticking wetly to her sweaty forehead and neck.
In the dark shadows where the moonlight could not reach, they were carrying out a crazy and reckless sacrifice and possession.
She didn't know whether her madness, fearlessness and recklessness had anything to do with being blindfolded.
But she no longer cared about that.
Xuan Che stood in the shadows, his body cold. He should have turned and left immediately, maintaining the last bit of his imperial dignity.
But his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and his eyes seemed to be bound by invisible chains, staring at the fiercely entangled figures.
When he saw Chen Jin, he lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist. The hem of her skirt was piled up at her waist, and her skin from her calf to her thigh was dazzlingly white.
Her body was well-proportioned and strong, everything about her was so beautiful, yet so unsightly.
This situation and this scene are not the etiquette of family ethics, it is simply... the music of Zheng and Wei, and the journey to Sangjian and Pu Shang!
Xuan Che wanted to yell angrily, but the broken sobs from the woman's lips and the suppressed gasps from the man's throat, intertwined in the silent night, actually gave rise to a thrilling, primitive and vigorous power, like a wildfire across the wilderness, burning his carefully constructed world of etiquette and law to the point of collapse.
It seemed that the restraint he once thought he had was hypocritical to the point of being laughable. In the face of this naked, unconcealed desire and true feelings, it seemed so superficial, so...ineffective.
A complex mixture of jealousy, shame, loss, and self-doubt gnawed at his guts like poison. He envied the young man for possessing all her passion and dependence; he was ashamed that he had remained in the shadows, like a neighbor peeping through the wall; he felt lost in the freshness of his own life; and he wondered if his pride in governing the country and pacifying the world was, in some ways, a vain attempt to find a sword in a boat.
Inside the pavilion, the blindfolded woman seemed to have cast off all worldly shackles, obeying only the most instinctive call. And what she offered the young man was a complete and unconditional love that even his imperial dignity could not exchange for.
Both of them were drowning people. He heard the moans and gasps that were suppressed to the extreme but could not be controlled, which trapped him, a bystander, and made him unable to move.
He was the master of the world, but at this moment he was like the most lowly voyeur, hiding in the dark, watching the treasure he had been longing for but could not get, blooming with the most gorgeous and vivid brilliance that he could never touch in the arms of another man.
It was a kind of complete perfection that excluded him.
A fishy and sweet taste rushed up his throat and he swallowed it hard.
Finally, when he was about to reach the most frantic climax, his breathing became broken and high-pitched. Xuan Che staggered back a step, his vest hitting the cold and rough rock wall of the rockery.
The moonlight continued to fall silently, illuminating his face, devoid of any trace of alcohol, leaving only a thoroughly cleansed, almost nihilistic calm. It was a desolate silence after the collapse of faith.
The movement in the pavilion suddenly stopped. Xuan Che's heart tightened and he almost ran away. He hid himself deeper behind the rockery and even held his breath.
He saw Du Lan whispering in panic: "Is there someone...?" Then she took off the soft veil covering her eyes.
Then Chen Jinshi spoke in a calm yet hoarse voice, still filled with emotion: "It's the wind. Don't be afraid, Mom, look at me..."
Then, Xuan Che heard some faint sobs again. The man had dragged her back into lust, and she no longer cared to ask if there was anyone watching outside.
Xuan Che also didn't understand why he didn't even dare to show up.
He is obviously the owner of this palace and the ruler of this country.
He could even show up immediately and deal with the man and woman who violated the etiquette, making them feel ashamed in front of him.
Perhaps it was because he knew that the scene he imagined would never appear.
Du Lan disdained "etiquette and laws", and Chen Jinshi scoffed at "etiquette and laws".
He also had a secret urge, he wanted to watch them, how they would throw themselves into it and reach the pinnacle of perfection.
A mixture of meanness, shame and morbid desire rose up in his heart.
The lively scene in the pavilion did not end because of the brief interruption. Instead, it seemed to be injected with new stimulation, becoming more intense and more unrestrained.
Du Lan's attention was taken away again, and Chen Jinshi was very possessive of her.
Or perhaps she had sunk so low that she no longer needed shelter and was willing to drown.
He saw that her hips were supported by him, and her legs were wrapped around Chen Jinshi's waist, forming a graceful and powerful arc, with her toes curled up from time to time.
The green palace dress had been crumpled into pieces, with the collar askew, revealing a section of her slender shoulders.
The noise became louder and louder, Dulan's voice was filled with tears as she called out "Shi Ge'er" over and over again. Joy and collapse happened in an instant.
Chen Jinshi is an insatiable young beast.
"Rituals and music are collapsing... Zheng music is corrupting the elegant..." Xuan Che screamed silently in his heart. But he found that the words of the saints he once believed in now seemed so empty and powerless.
He witnessed with his own eyes a life force that transcended etiquette and even reason. It was pure, wild, and vigorous, like the hottest magma, and it burned a huge hole in his world.
He finally understood why he didn't dare to show up.
Finally, when the intertwined gasps and whimpers reached their climax and turned into a long and trembling sigh, Xuan Che seemed to have been drained of all his strength and suddenly closed his eyes.
He turned around slowly, extremely slowly, no longer looking at the lingering fragrance, dragging his legs that felt like they were filled with lead, hesitating with every step.
The depression and drunkenness he brought with him when he arrived had long since dissipated, replaced by a deeper fatigue and emptiness that penetrated into his bones.
The moonlight is still as clear as water, shining impartially on the glazed pavilion.
The thrilling color of the lips was deeply engraved in the depths of his soul, becoming a nightmare that this "wise king" could never get rid of in his life.
When the long cry like a dying swan finally escaped from Dulan's throat, all the intense movement suddenly subsided, leaving only the two people's rapid breathing, intertwined in the night.
It was like the continuous dripping sound lingering on the eaves after a rainstorm.
Dulan felt exhausted and fell limply into the arms of her young husband. She didn't like her unclean body and moved her hips, trying to straighten her dress.
Chen Jinshi buried his face in her sweaty neck and breathed greedily. The air was filled with the unique and decadent scent after lovemaking, mixed with her unique herbal fragrance and goat milk scent.
She clung to the tree like a vine weathered by a violent storm. Her eyes narrowed slightly, tears stained from her long eyelashes, her gaze unfocused, a lazy, sated expression and a hint of emptiness.
After a long time, Chen Jinshi moved slightly, raised his head, and gently wiped away the sweat and tears from the corners of her eyes and forehead with his fingertips.
"Amu..." He called her softly, his voice hoarse after indulgence, and filled with infinite attachment.
Du Lan did not respond immediately, but raised her weak hand and touched his nose. Her fingertips slid down the straight nose and landed on his slightly swollen lips, stroking them gently.
"Crazy..." He realized it belatedly, with a hint of anger, "If someone saw us..."
"No one will see us." Chen Jinshi interrupted her, his tone firm. "Even if they do see us, so what? Am, are you still afraid of this?"
Du Lan smiled and didn't refute. She just stood up and tried to get off him.
"We should go back." Du Lan tried to regain her composure, her voice still tinged with the allure of the past. "If we stay away for too long, it might arouse suspicion."
When Du Lan was carried down by him, her legs went weak and she almost fell down.
In the moonlight, the two of them sorted out their clothes in a somewhat awkward manner, smoothed out wrinkles, tightened their jade belts, and combed their messy hair.
But the lust in the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, and the red marks under the collar, are not so easy to hide.
Barely concealing the gorgeousness and dampness beneath the wide sleeves of their robes, they walked together in the cold moonlight, their steps a little unsteadily, towards the brightly lit palace.
The night obscured all traces. The two men, one in front and one behind, returned to the Hall of Supreme Harmony quietly after a moment's interval.
Du Lan took a deep breath, suppressing the last trace of the chaotic breath belonging to Liuliting deep into her lungs, and put on the mask of quiet and gentleness on her face again, as if the woman who had just indulged herself and pleaded softly was just an illusion.
The banquet was in full swing and no one seemed to notice their brief absence.
Dulan walked calmly back to the Queen Mother's side, and her palace dress became meticulous again.
"Your Majesty, I have returned after changing my clothes."
The Queen Mother was talking in private with the Concubine Dowager beside her and didn't pay much attention to her. She just nodded slightly at her.
Dulan stood by with proper manners as before, serving food and pouring wine for the Queen Mother. This was what she should do as a female official, and it was also what the princess should do if King Loufan wanted to secure his throne.
However, the collar of the green palace dress seemed to be tied tighter than when she left, covering everything completely.
Only she herself knew that the skin that had been rubbed by the clothes still retained the burning and numbness from being finely ground.
Chen Jinshi returned to his seat, the blush on his face had completely faded, but a trace of red remained at the corners of his eyes, adding a bit of romantic spirit to his jade-like face.
He picked up the wine glass and chatted and laughed with his colleagues, looking so carefree.
He grew up very well. His mother taught him very well. He was knowledgeable and passed the imperial examination. He had a handsome appearance and a good expression.
Just like unpolished jade and uncut gold, if anyone didn't say he was a jerk at the beginning, he would probably never be able to shoulder any important responsibilities in his life. After many years of trials and tribulations, he finally became what he is today.
Du Lan stood beside the Queen Mother, glancing at the handsome young official below him from the corner of his eye. He felt mixed emotions and was quite proud.
He was her young husband and the child she was proud of.
She watched him interact with his subjects, responding fluently and behaving in a measured manner, all of which were sculpted by her own hands, bit by bit.
She lowered her eyes slightly. He was already a towering tree for her to lean on, her brother Shi.
She was his shaper, and he was completely at her beck and call.
But in the extreme indulgence just now, she clearly felt the rise of another power.
He had the ability to compete with her and even dominate each other at certain moments.
This realization caused a subtle shudder in her heart, a mixture of pride and a sense of loss of control.
Chen Jinshi's eyes met hers briefly through the noisy crowd. Growing out of his admiration and attachment was something hot and straightforward.
It is also a silent declaration and a hidden provocation.
Du Lan's fingertips trembled slightly. The child tried to hold his mother tightly. Of course, she had to praise him: "Good job."
(End of text)
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The author has something to say: There are only two male and female protagonists in the extra chapter, there will be no other CPs, the main part is Errenzhuan, that is, getting on the bed, rolling on the grass, drilling into the woods... repeatedly
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