Chapter 97: Sadness and Joy Are Not Intimacy
The ministers who had been toasting Ji Zheng just now felt very regretful when they saw this scene.
All eyes were focused on them, and Ji and Anxiu suddenly became celebrities.
"Alang, are you drunk?" Ji Hean asked with a red face.
Relying on the fact that Ji Zheng was a size older than him, he quietly adjusted his position so that Ji Zheng could block him completely and block out the line of sight from the hall.
Ji Zheng didn't say anything, just looked at the person and smiled foolishly.
Then he touched Ji Hean's face dishonestly, giggling and saying, "It looks good, I like it, it looks good, I like it..."
He kept repeating these two words over and over again, and people who didn't know him would think he was a fool with an IQ problem.
Jing Xian, who was standing next to him, raised his hands and covered his eyes. He couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He straightened his expression, took two steps forward and said to Ji Hean, "Master Ji is drunk. Master Ji, can you take Master Ji downstairs to rest first?"
Ji Hean's heart tensed when the prince spoke to him. He tried to control his emotions, bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
His eyes quickly swept over Ji Zheng's foolish face, and Jing Xian withdrew his gaze with a complicated expression. He waved his hand casually, indicating that Ji Hean did not need to be polite, then turned around and left with a group of eunuchs behind him.
In the night, a horse-drawn carriage was moving slowly on the bustling bluestone street.
"I want to touch you..." Ji Zheng cried and looked at Ji Hean with tears in his eyes. His voice sounded aggrieved and his look was pitiful.
Looking at Ji Zheng who was like a child, Ji Hean let out a sigh of helplessness and coaxed him softly in a low voice: "Go home and touch it, okay?"
"Why can't I touch it now?"
"Because..." Ji Hean thought for a moment and said, "Because I don't like it."
"Well... okay." The voice agreed reluctantly.
After saying that, Ji Zheng held Ji Hean in his arms, rested his chin on his head, closed his eyes, and said, "Sleep for a while."
Ji Hean was forced to lean on Ji Zheng's arms. He smiled helplessly, smelled the alcohol on Ji Zheng's body, put his arms around Ji Zheng's waist, rubbed his head gently, and then closed his eyes.
As soon as the carriage arrived at the door, Ji Zheng couldn't wait to carry Ji Hean into the room.
The steps were steady and fast, and no one could tell that the man was drunk.
Even Ji and An were wondering if Ji Zheng was pretending.
But when I looked up, I got a silly smile. When I looked away, the doubts in my heart disappeared without a trace.
The servant had already opened the door in advance. Ji Zheng carried the person into the inner room and gently put the person on the bed. He couldn't wait to say, "Take off your clothes. I want to touch you."
Ji Hean: “….”
"No, you have to take a shower first." He immediately refused and got up from the bed.
Being rejected, Ji Zheng's expression was a little sour, but he still said yes. Seeing him like this, Ji Hean found it a little funny. He took his hand and touched his face, coaxing: "Touch your face first, and then touch other places after you finish taking a shower, okay?"
After thinking for a while with wrinkled eyebrows, Ji Zheng bargained, "I want a kiss."
Helpless, Ji Hean could only take the initiative to step forward and kiss the drunkard.
Soon, the servant came to report that the bath water was ready.
After getting this information, Ji Zheng grinned, picked up Ji Hean easily as if he was holding a doll, and walked quickly to the bathroom next door.
The giant bathtub, which could accommodate two adult men, was now filled with hot water, with some unknown flower petals floating on the water.
"Let's wash together."
As soon as these words came out, Ji Zheng's clothes fell to the ground.
Xiao Xiaozheng held his head high and chest puffed out, looking at Ji Hean with sharp eyes, as if he couldn't wait to eat Ji Hean up right now.
Her fair face quickly turned red, and she didn't know whether it was because of the steam or because she was embarrassed by Ji Zheng's shameless look.
Seeing Ji Hean standing there motionless, Ji Zheng became anxious and went forward to hug Ji Hean, "I'll help you take it off."
Before he could even resist, Ji Hean was stripped down to his bellyband.
The white and slender legs fell into Ji Zheng's eyes. His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes were fixed on the round and perky breasts above Ji Hean's legs.
"My baby is so beautiful." The lustful words made Ji Hean's whole body tremble. He didn't know where to put his hands for a moment. He bit his lower lip and looked at Ji Zheng blankly and shyly.
He walked up to her, held her in his arms and gave her a big kiss, then carried her into the tub, and with a stride of his strong naked legs, the hot water in the tub overflowed.
The thin bellyband was wet by the water and stuck tightly to Ji Hean's body, outlining the slight bulge on her chest.
Something hotter than the water was lurking behind him.
"Baby, have you lost weight?" Ji Zheng said as he moved his hand down from Ji Hean's shoulder blades, finally stopping at her slender waist. "Why does it feel like I can hold your waist with one hand?"
Her white belly rose and fell with her breathing. Ji Hean's fair and tender little face was a little red from the mist. Her body was like a small fish in the shallows, allowing Ji Zheng to swing it back and forth.
The slender fingers that were tightly grasping Ji Zheng's arm turned slightly white, natural tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, and an unconscious humming sound came out of her mouth.
The bellyband was lifted up, and the big hand with distinct joints touched it lightly and sank into the soft flesh that was usually protected by the bellyband.
The delicate and soft touch made Ji Zheng sigh with satisfaction. He narrowed his eyes happily, leaned over and bit the ear of the person in his arms and whispered, "Baby, you are so soft and fragrant. I love you so much."
His pink ears trembled, his mouth was slightly open, his Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily, his eyes were blurred, and Ji Hean couldn't say a word.
Of course Ji Zheng didn't expect him to say anything. He smiled again, picked up the soft towel on the edge of the bathtub, and washed him from head to toe, inside and out.
Taking a bath together, one feels satisfied, the other tired.
Unlike the warm and sweet scene here, Lin Yu and Yuan Lang's carriage was cold at the moment.
Yuan Lang also drank a lot of wine tonight, especially after hearing what Lin Yu said, he drank a lot of wine alone.
Although he was not as drunk as Ji Zheng, he was still a little tipsy.
I don't know if it's because he's drunk or what, the more he looks at Lin Yu, the more he thinks of what Lin Yu said to Ji Hean today.
Especially the sentence that recalls the free days in the past.
Thinking back carefully, Lin Yu had rarely been truly happy since she married him. She seldom went out and spent most of her time alone in her yard.
Thinking of this, Yuan Lang felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.
He looked at Lin Yu opposite him, only to see him lowering his head, with an air of loneliness surrounding him.
He liked Lin Yu's smile and the way Lin Yu rode freely on horseback.
After struggling for a long time, Yuan Lang put aside his reluctance and said with difficulty: "Lin Yu, do you want to...break up with me?"
If you feel that the days before were free, then I will give them back to you. I just hope that you can be as happy as before.
The sudden words made Lin Yu's whole body freeze. He did not raise his head. His hands clenched and unclenched in his sleeves, and a row of bloody nail marks appeared on the palms of his hands.
What does Yuan Lang mean? Does he want to divorce me? The huge pain from his heart made Lin Yu smile bitterly.
He quickly calmed down his emotions, looked up calmly at Yuan Lang who had a cold face, nodded his head, and uttered the word "good".
These two words were like the teeth of a saw, sawing Yuan Lang's heart into pieces.
The wine he drank at the banquet surged in his stomach and gradually turned into tears that flowed out of Yuan Lang's eyes.
Suppressing his tears, Yuan Lang stood up and got out of the carriage.
Seeing his master coming out, the driver quickly stopped the carriage and asked hurriedly: "Why did the master come out? What is this......"
Before he could finish his words, Yuan Lang jumped off the carriage and said, "Send the master back first, I have something else to do." Then he strode away.
The servant looked confused. He looked at the disappeared Yuan Lang, then looked at the carriage. Then he pulled the reins and the carriage started moving again.
Lin Yu in the car still kept his head down. Apart from the tear stains on his clothes, no one knew what he was thinking.
On the other side, Yuan Lang was in the restaurant, with a blank face, red eyes, and a strong smell of blood in his mouth.
A bitter smile appeared on his lips. For the first time, he realized that the physical pain was far inferior to the psychological pain.
Tears fell from my eyes as I smiled bitterly, and two voices filled my head.
One was blaming him, asking why he asked such a question.
One comforted him, as long as Lin Yu was happy, it didn't matter if he left him.
As the night deepened, the bustling streets gradually became deserted.
When he entered the house, the first thing he asked was the servant beside him, "How is he?"
The servant was used to it. After all, in the past few years, the first thing Yuan Lang asked every time he came home was to ask how his master was.
"The master has been staying in the room since he came back today. There is nothing unusual." The servant replied respectfully.
With a wave of his hand, Yuan Lang strode into the study.
The ink dripped onto the paper, and the candle next to it gradually burned out, but there was nothing left on the paper except that drop of ink.
The brush in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Yuan Lang could not write a single word.
Time passed slowly, and there was a knock on the door outside the study. The voice of the servant also came in, "Master, it's dawn, it's time to prepare to go to court."
There have been grand court meetings for several days in a row because of the envoys.
"Got it." A dry voice responded.
He put down the pen in his hand as if escaping, crumpled up the piece of paper with only half of the word "rest" written on it and threw it on the ground.
He strode to the bedroom, changed his clothes, and comforted himself in his heart that it was not that he did not want to write, but that he did not have time to write. He would definitely write after today.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same. When Ji Zheng woke up, he felt his mind was blank and his memory stayed on the scene where the prince stopped him and wanted to drink with him at the banquet yesterday.
Feeling the soft body in his arms, Ji Zheng tightened his arms and bent down to kiss the top of the head of the person in his arms.
Ji Hean had been tormented for most of the night and was now sleeping soundly.
There is a grand court meeting today, so even if Ji Zheng is reluctant, he has to get up.
He didn't bother to find out what happened to the film that broke last night. Anyway, he could still sleep well here with Ji He'an, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
Since it's not a big deal, it doesn't matter.
After pecking the person's mouth again, he reluctantly got up and put on his clothes.
In the court, Ji Zheng felt that all the ministers were acting strange. Each of them looked at him with mixed feelings, as if they wanted to say something but couldn't. This made him feel uneasy.
Did I do something shameful last night?
The more Ji Zheng thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Just then, he saw Yuan Lang approaching.
Ji Zheng stepped forward and wanted to ask what he had done last night, but he didn't expect Yuan Lang to look so distraught and exuding a decadent aura.
This scene made Ji Zheng put aside his own affairs and asked hesitantly, "Brother Huailin, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Ji Zheng, Yuan Lang smiled bitterly and said, "My relationship with him is over..."
When he said the word "end", Yuan Lang felt a pain in his heart again.
Ji Zheng was confused. How could it end so suddenly?
Before he could say anything, Yuan Lang continued, "When we're done, Brother Ji, can you have a drink with me?"
He was really depressed and didn't know who to talk to.
Ji Zheng didn't want to agree at first, but seeing Yuan Lang's lifeless look and remembering their previous friendship, he agreed.
The minister who heard Yuan Lang inviting Ji Zheng to drink kept changing his expression, and finally looked at Yuan Lang with admiration.
I didn't expect Lord Yuan to be so brave that he even dared to drink with Lord Ji.
In fact, it wasn’t Yuan Langyong, but he was feeling too upset at the moment, so he selectively forgot about Ji Zheng’s incident last night.
The sun came to the west, and the golden light dyed the white clouds into a golden glow.
On the busy streets, crowds of people were jostling each other, and vendors on both sides were shouting their wares enthusiastically.
Fresh vegetables, fragrant snacks, and steaming hot buns.
The children were laughing and chasing each other in the alley, holding candied haws in their hands, running very fast, and bursts of laughter were heard.
The private room on the second floor was isolated from all the noisy sounds. Ji Zheng looked at the people in front of him drinking glass after glass, feeling helpless.
"I really like him, but why doesn't he like me..."
"He likes freedom..."
"He is not happy with me..."
Yuan Lang said something every time he drank a glass, and it was obvious that he was very depressed and sad.
Seeing him like this, Ji Zheng didn't know what to say. Every couple has their own way of getting along with each other.
"Tell me, what should I... do?" Yuan Lang's eyes were red, and his hand holding the cup turned white from excessive force.
"I say, can't you two sit down and talk it out?" Ji Zheng said, "Maybe he likes you as much as you do but doesn't dare to say it?"
Although he said so, Ji Zheng didn't know what Lin Yu's feelings for Yuan Lang were.
After taking a sip of wine, Yuan Lang shook his head bitterly and said, "No, I asked him if he wanted to break up with me, and he said yes."
The author has something to say:
I will not write about Yuan Lang and the other two in the extra chapters, so the main text may take up a larger proportion at present, but it will end in these two chapters. And those who are awkward and mouthless will always suffer and will completely change after hitting a wall. So my dears, please don't say anything about them. We just think that they are hypocritical from a God's perspective, and that the parties involved are confused while the bystanders can see clearly. In fact, they were not originally in my plan, but they were written out inexplicably because I just wanted to finish writing about them. Those who don't like them can wait for two days and skip it.
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