Unspeakable
The lively shouts outside the window continued, but the fiery enthusiasm of those shouts, like a chilly spring morning, crept into Su Feng's heart.
Looking at Xie Xiangsi across from him, whose expression seemed genuine, he unconsciously swallowed, his tone tinged with doubt and lingering fear: "He Yun? Which 'He Yun'?"
Is it really not the "Crane Cloud" of the Northern Barbarian King?
Su Feng didn't say the last sentence. After all, although the face of the person in the painting was almost identical to that of He Yunye, the King of the Northern Barbarians, their expressions were completely different.
The King of the Northern Barbarians was wicked and arrogant, as if nothing could concern him. His brows were filled with a ruthless aura, the kind of ferocity that comes from someone who is used to killing.
But the person he had just seen in the painting had lowered his eyes and remained calm, looking docile no matter what.
But if the painter wasn't the King of the Northern Barbarians, then who could it be? What was Jie Xiangsi's purpose in showing him this?
Su Feng was somewhat confused for a moment.
A clinking sound of porcelain rang out; it was Jie Xiangsi drinking tea. The tea, which had been sitting for a while, was no longer warm, but rather slightly cool. It tasted astringent and, instead of soothing the throat, made it even drier.
Sensing Su Feng's hesitation, Jie Xiangsi swallowed the tea in her mouth, frowned, put down the teacup in her hand, and continued, "This person is said to have followed the eldest daughter of the Xiao family, and I have met him in Danzhou."
Seeing Su Feng frown, she calmly said, "My cousin can also testify. If Lord Su doesn't believe me, you might as well come with me to verify it."
Su Feng didn't speak, but his brows relaxed slightly. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Okay."
...
The two went to Dali Temple but found it empty; Zhou Yanzhi was not there, and had not been there for the past few days.
"Not here?" Su Feng was somewhat surprised to hear that Zhou Yanzhi was not at the Dali Temple. "Then where did he go? I finally managed to come and see him, and he's not here?"
He always spoke with a hint of jest, his voice rising at the end, giving him the air of a dashing playboy, which made people's imaginations run wild.
This is why, despite being a General of the Imperial Guard, he was often referred to as "the most enchanting man in the capital."
The person he was questioning did not answer, but gave him a strange look, subtly widening the distance between them, and respectfully bowed, saying, "Reporting to Your Excellency, we have already sent someone to invite Minister Zhou. Please wait a little while, General. It won't be long."
He then led the two to the courtyard where Zhou Yanzhi usually stayed at Dali Temple. After serving them tea, he fled as fast as he could, afraid that Su Feng would pull him aside and ask where Zhou Yanzhi had gone.
After all, it's really hard to say about that place!
Alas... Lord Su is truly pitiful.
Watching the man's retreating figure, Su Feng rested his chin on his hand and clicked his tongue, muttering to himself, "What's going on? Is my attire strange today?"
Because of his friendship with Zhou Yanzhi, Su Feng often went to the Dali Temple. Sometimes he would simply go to drink with Zhou Yanzhi, and sometimes he would come here to stay with Zhou Yanzhi because he was injured and did not want to return to the Su residence. Over time, he became familiar with the people at the Dali Temple.
Normally, everyone from the Dali Temple would greet him with a smile. Why are they looking at him like this today?
Strange, eerie, pitiful, and with a subtle sense of having uncovered a secret.
Jie Xiangsi had gotten up early and chatted with Su Feng for a long time. Now that she could finally rest, she felt a little sleepy and didn't notice the strange atmosphere at Dali Temple. She chose a stone bench and closed her eyes to rest.
Su Feng, on the other hand, was in high spirits. He had looked very serious when he arrived, but once he got there, he didn't seem to care much.
Having failed to find out where Zhou Yanzhi had gone, he couldn't help but feel curious. So, he casually grabbed a passing minor official and asked with a curious look, "Is your Lord Zhou... so busy lately? Also, where exactly is he investigating a case? Why aren't you guys saying anything?"
The minor official he had captured looked quite young, with a fair and clean-cut face, and was very handsome. When he asked where Zhou Yanzhi had gone, his fair face flushed slightly, he blinked, and stammered, "Replying to your question, sir, your lord... has been staying at Nanfeng Inn for the past two days."
"But please rest assured, Lord Su, Chief Justice Zhou has always been upright and honest. He is definitely just handling cases over there and won't do anything reckless. Yes, he definitely won't do anything reckless!"
Su Feng: "..." What is all this about?
What was he worried about? Was he worried that Ce'an would lose his virginity? No, why did they think Su Feng would be worried if Ce'an went to Nanfeng Pavilion?! Shouldn't the male prostitutes and the owner of Nanfeng Pavilion be the ones worried?
Unfortunately, no one heard his shout. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, the minor official made a difficult turn and escaped from Su Feng's grasp. He then ran away, leaving Su Feng standing there in a daze.
...
As the sun rose higher, the fragrance of spring flowers and grass filled the air, somewhat diluting the stench of blood within the Dali Temple.
The warm sunshine fell on people, bringing them a gentle warmth that made them feel drowsy.
The sunlight was a bit dazzling. Sitting on the stone bench, Xie Xiangsi lazily raised her hand to cover her eyes, her eyelids slightly lifted, and looked at Su Feng, who was leaning against the door.
Spring was in full bloom, but he seemed to be living in the dead of winter, gritting his teeth, his temples throbbing, and a faint chill and sense of desolation emanating from him.
After glancing at it, Jie Xiangsi slowly closed her eyes again and continued to rest, thinking to herself, "It seems that Lord Su is really serious when he gets serious. He's still thinking about that portrait. It's really gratifying!"
Meanwhile, a group of people were hiding in the grass outside the courtyard, behind the big trees, and beside the courtyard wall.
Staring at Su Feng's desolate appearance, one of the people hiding in the bushes whispered to the person next to him, "Hey, do you think it's not right for us to lie to Lord Su like this? After all, Lord Zhou only stayed at Nanfeng Pavilion and didn't do anything to wrong Lord Su."
"Hey! You don't understand, do you?" The man who spoke had a blade of grass between his teeth, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He said meaningfully, "If we don't do this, how can we arouse Lord Su's tension and possessiveness?"
"Nervousness? Possessiveness?"
The man spat out the blade of grass he was chewing on and said earnestly to the person next to him, "Look, lately there have been rumors in the capital that Lord Su is going to be with the Fifth Princess. How can this be allowed?!"
If Lord Su really gets together with the Fifth Princess, what will happen to our Lord Zhou?!
As subordinates, we should always stand by Lord Zhou's side. Therefore, we must make Lord Su realize that our master holds an extremely important place in his heart!
The first person to speak nodded as if they understood, and whispered, "So, we're going to..."
"Make Lord Su jealous! Make Lord Su regret his actions! Make Lord Su realize his true feelings!"
In an instant, all those people hiding outside the courtyard nodded to each other knowingly.
This move is truly brilliant!
In a corner where no one paid attention, Su Feng, with his eyes tightly closed, gritted his teeth, making a "crunching" sound.
Jealousy, regret, realizing one's own feelings...
That's very well said.
How could he not know that he had those feelings for Cer'an?!
In all honesty, although Su Feng is handsome, exceptionally skilled in the six arts, and charming, he truly and genuinely loves girls!
Listening to them making up stories, Su Feng was so angry he almost laughed, and he felt like he was going to spit blood three feet high. How could he not know that the people from the Dali Temple had a talent for writing storybooks?
With a sudden snap, Su Feng's eyes snapped open, and a seductive smile curved her lips. She lifted her leg and was about to walk outside the courtyard to drag out those who thought they were hiding well, but were actually just burying their heads in the sand and teach them a lesson.
But... things didn't go as planned.
As he reached the courtyard gate, Zhou Yanzhi, who had rushed back, also arrived at the gate.
The people outside the courtyard dispersed instantly, then jostled each other to hide in the shadows and observe the progress.
"Su Feng," Zhou Yan greeted him subconsciously.
The green grass in the corner rustled, excited to witness the historic moment that Zhou and Su were about to witness.
"Don't call me that!" Su Feng bristled, but after realizing he had overreacted, he said in a calm and sincere voice, "Ce'an, I think we should address each other by our courtesy names to show respect."
Zhou Yanzhi: "..." Who was it that insisted that he and Qi Minghua call him by his name, saying that calling him by his name would make them seem closer?
But he didn't think much of it and simply changed his address to "Brother Yunyun".
Su Feng breathed a sigh of relief and replied with utmost solemnity, "Brother Ce'an." Then, as if remembering something, he glanced at a corner of clothing peeking out from the shadows and calmly said to Zhou Yanzhi, "Your sweetheart has also arrived."
Zhou Yanzhi: "...Um, what's wrong?"
He already knew that, otherwise why would he have come back?
Su Feng continued calmly, "She's asleep in the courtyard. It's a bit chilly today, do you want to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yanzhi, who had rushed over, hurriedly stepped into the courtyard to put more clothes on his beloved.
While they didn't see anything wrong, the people in the corner were quite shocked.
"What do you mean 'also'? Does that mean we adults have someone we like?!"
"Ah?! Is that the young lady who came to Dali Temple with Lord Su?!"
Is Lord Su jealous?
For a moment, the exchange of glances in the corner reached its peak. Then, someone said something.
"So, it turns out our family doesn't have homosexuality!"
"Of course not!" Ji Feng, who had somehow joined the crowd watching from the corner, said with a mysterious expression.
Startled by the sudden gust of wind, one of them, whose gossipy nature ultimately outweighed his fear of meeting Lord Zhou's confidants, whispered, "Guard Ji, do you know if Lord Su is a homosexual?"
Just as Ji Feng was about to explain on behalf of his master and Su Feng, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.
Everyone: "..."
She turned her head shakily and, as expected, met a pair of smiling, almond-shaped eyes. The eyes were curved and seemed to be able to captivate the soul, but it was precisely because the smile was so intense that it seemed all the more terrifying.
Su Feng rolled up his sleeves and smiled, "Why are you asking about Guard Ji? I'll tell you myself."
Everyone: "...Huh?! Run!!!"
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