Chapter 46 Indecent
Arrogance stemming from favor...
Hua Lang silently savored the moment several times in his heart.
He likes this word.
It's not exactly a good word, but the word "pamper" implies that Zhan Yunmei dotes on him. However, since she dotes on him, it also means that he depends on her.
The thing he used to despise most was dependence. Dependence on others would not end well. This was a truth that Hua Lang had understood long ago. In the past, he depended on or even attached himself to the emperor. When the emperor fell from power, he lost his value in survival.
Fortunately, this time they relied on Zhan Yunmei.
Reliable and always steadfast Zhan Yunmei.
Forget it, why bother arguing with Zhan Yunmei?
Hua Lang stopped resisting, and the hand that was pressing against Zhan Yunmei's shoulder gradually loosened its grip. She slowly and gently closed her lips, her teeth touching her fingers inside her lips, grinding them little by little without causing any pain or itch.
Zhan Yunmei guessed that he was having another internal struggle with himself, so she didn't say much and inserted her index and ring fingers together.
His cheeks swelled up little by little, and his lips were almost stretched to their limit. He never made any big movements, chewed his food in small bites, and never grimaced when he spoke. Only because of her would he lose his composure.
A low, muffled sob escaped as the fingertips explored.
Zhan Yunmei watched calmly on the surface, but her heart was in turmoil. She muttered to herself about his affected manner.
It's truly baffling how someone could display such a seductive expression without being fully aware of the situation.
A few glistening drops slowly slid down his rosy lips. Zhan Yunmei noticed it immediately, pursed her lips, and chose to ignore it.
As Hua Lang's breathing quickened and his lips and teeth became increasingly moist, Zhan Yunmei took out her hand, casually wiped it with a handkerchief, and lifted him slightly in front of her to make it easier to hug him.
Reach your hand down.
Hua Lang subconsciously pulled her hips back slightly to make room, nestled into Zhan Yunmei's neck, closed her eyes, looking both nervous and expectant.
But all she could hear was Zhan Yunmei's light, short, and slightly damp laughter. "Spring is approaching, and it's customary here to hold banquets in the spring. Spring is dry and clear, and the Provincial Governor sent me an invitation a couple of days ago, asking me to bring my family. Would you like to go?"
There was no kneading or rubbing as expected.
Hua Lang felt a sense of disappointment but didn't want to delve into this illusory feeling. He hugged Zhan Yunmei tighter and said, "If the general tells me to go, I will go. There's no need to ask for my opinion."
"Isn't it good to inquire about you?"
Rough palms slipped through the wide robe and rested on the waist.
A slight shiver ran through me.
"Hmm... then let's go."
Each lip movement brushed against Zhan Yunmei's neck, tickling her slightly. With a slight movement, the curve of her neck pressed against his profile, and his lips covered her neck.
She smiled with satisfaction.
“Okay, don’t be afraid, I’ll always be by your side,” she said, pressing her palm down, which was no longer flat as before.
Being too pale and thin would make one look weak and pale. If it didn't affect daily life, it wouldn't be a problem. But Hua Lang was always listless and lacked energy. She even felt that he could deplete most of his energy by getting angry. Moreover, he often got angry at himself. So, it would be better for him to take better care of his health.
She could tell that he cared a lot about his body and appearance; if he was healthy and beautiful, he would be more confident.
Just as Zhan Yunmei had expected, when Hua Lang realized she was observing his body, he deliberately moved forward a little more so that she could touch him more.
In the blink of an eye, he forgot about his earlier temper.
Zhan Yunmei wanted to laugh—in fact, the smile on her lips never faded.
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On the eve of the Spring Banquet, Hua Lang barely slept.
Arriving in Beiyuan, he didn't know how the people there would view him, adding another layer of uncertainty. The only thing he was certain of was that women's status in officialdom was never as high as men's, and even the slightest misdeed could ruin a person's reputation.
So Hua Lang doesn't know if he'll also affect Zhan Yunmei here, without him...
wrong.
He had already shown his face to her, and he hadn't hidden the fact that the general had promoted him. Besides, the general was capable, not just an empty shell. He wasn't important enough to influence her official career.
Don't let your mind wander.
Suddenly, warm fingertips touched my brows and gently stroked outwards.
"Don't frown."
Hua Lang opened her eyes, evaded Zhan Yunmei's grasp, pulled her cloak tighter, and said, "It's wrinkled."
She chuckled, "The Provincial Governor is in the main seat. If he sees you frowning and looking miserable, he'll think you've mistreated our Eunuch Hua Lang."
"Scaring her a bit will also put the officials in their place, how great!" Hua Lang slapped Zhan Yunmei's hand away and covered his ears.
How could Zhan Yunmei touch him so brazenly in public? It's indecent...
"That's improper."
That's how you think, and that's how you voice your accusations.
"Try this stir-fried egg with toon leaves. It's fragrant and not fishy," Zhan Yunmei said, ignoring his weak resistance.
They weren't sitting in the center, nor were they trying to attract anyone's attention. So what if she's a little more intimate?
Besides, if she's intimate, who can stop her?
The spring banquet was large in scale, and it was inconvenient for guests to set out dishes on long tables. So the governor specially arranged small tables for one or two people to sit at each table, with dishes served separately at each table.
Zhan Yunmei scooped a spoonful of the toon and egg dish in front of her and offered it to Hua Lang's lips.
He glanced at it, not really wanting to eat it.
But she wanted him to eat it.
Let's eat.
Reaching out to take the spoon, Zhan Yunmei suddenly withdrew her hand. Hua Lang turned her head in confusion, but she quickly returned it.
Hua Lang didn't understand, but obediently put it in her mouth.
It's not fragrant at all, it's so spicy, so pungent, and tears welled up in my eyes after just a couple of blinks.
Hua Lang tasted the spiciness of the wasabi.
Only then did I notice that most of the wasabi had been scooped out of the small dipping sauce dish on the table.
Hua Lang really wanted to pretend that she was sick from the spiciness, and she really wanted to make a scene to make Zhan Yunmei feel sorry for her. But since she was still outside, she decided to give up and silently parted her lips to relieve the burning pain.
I feel inexplicably wronged.
The provincial governor held the wine cup with both hands, smiling as he offered it to Zhan Yunmei, slightly lowering the cup by one end. After toasting her, he took a small sip and said with a smile, "General Zhan, is the meal to your liking?"
"Thank you for your concern, everything is fine."
After exchanging pleasantries, Hua Lang stood beside Zhan Yunmei, leaning slightly behind her, clutching her sleeve, without saying a word. Only when he was mentioned occasionally would he nod or put on a smile that was devoid of any genuine emotion.
The two sat there peacefully, and the provincial governor, without further ado, raised his wine cup and offered toasts to the guests.
After toasting everyone, I excused myself to get some fresh air and left the banquet hall.
"So? What's the general's relationship with that person?" the man behind him asked cautiously.
The provincial governor walked to the corner of the pavilion, put his hands on the pillars, and said, "They have a very good relationship with everyone; there's no room for anyone else."
"How do I build a relationship with her? You're newly appointed and working alone; I'm worried about you."
"Do we really have to use connections?" The governor's face showed dissatisfaction. She had managed the Northern Yuan in just six months, but how come she was so incompetent in everything she did with her husband?
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "That's not what I meant..."
As they were talking, they heard footsteps. The two of them shut their mouths and looked over to see a woman dressed in fine clothes holding an invitation.
"Your Excellency, I am Yao Shuniang, from General Zhan Yunmei's residence. The General has ordered me to deliver this invitation." Yao Shuniang heard the conversation between the two from a distance. Although she was polite, she didn't want to give them much face at this moment.
He handed over the invitation, gave a brief greeting, and left.
The governor opened the invitation and glanced at it. Several words appeared on it. She was glad that she hadn't listened to advice and handed it to Zhan Yunmei.
She slammed the letter into the man's face, saying fiercely, "The general and the father-in-law are getting married, and you're still trying to force someone into your marriage? You really don't know your place!"
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Hua Lang began to walk around the general's mansion.
He didn't want to leave the manor, and even if he did, he only wanted to stay with Zhan Yunmei. But she was too busy these past few days, and staying with her would only cause trouble, so he had to stay by himself.
The snow gradually stopped that day, making it a good time for a walk. After having breakfast, Hua Lang took Yao Shuniang for a stroll outside the mansion wall.
The area was surrounded by guards arranged by Zhan Yunmei, providing ample protection. Every move was under the watchful eyes of a hundred guards.
The last time it attracted this much attention was... in the Ministry of Justice prison.
Passing by the sugar shop, Hua Lang asked Yao Shuniang, "Are there still sugar candies made in the spring?"
Yao Shuniang thought for a moment and said, "There should be, since this candy isn't seasonal."
“Oh,” Hua Lang nodded and went to the counter to inquire.
The owner said he had some, but there weren't many people eating there that day, so he put them in the inner room and asked them to wait a while while he went to get them.
It's obvious to everyone that Zhan Yunmei cares about Hua Lang's diet. She's so busy and tired outside, he feels he should care about her more, but he can't help her much, he can only buy her some of the things she likes to eat.
However, Zhan Yunmei is not picky about food, nor does she have any favorite foods. The only thing Hua Lang knows is that she likes to eat sweets, and she ate all the candy he bought for her last time.
The shopkeeper took out a box of candy, and Hua Lang picked out some more that looked good and tasted good, and packed them all together.
The curtain was lifted, and a male voice came in.
"Boss, do you still have any candied fruit?"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Hua Lang became alert almost instantly. He narrowed his eyes, glanced at the door, and then quickly gathered his belongings to leave.
"Uncle Liang, unfortunately, they've just been sold out."
The sugar from the stove melts and sticks easily, so it needs to be packaged separately, and the packaging also needs to be more refined. This sugar shop has different packaging for different types of sugar. Liang Rong recognized the packaging of the oil paper bag in Hua Lang's hand.
He was filled with anger and wanted to vent it, so he rushed over and asked Hua Lang, "Why?"
However, reason prevailed, and Liang Rong did not rush forward. If he had, the general would have found out!
I just missed Hua Lang.
Liang Rong couldn't help but grit his teeth and say, "Why are you the only one with good luck! Congratulations!"
Hua Lang was stunned, not understanding why he was muttering incoherently. He shook his head, thinking that he might have gone mad.
Such a nonchalant attitude was clearly a provocation to Liang Rong, instantly igniting his anger. He pointed at Hua Lang's back, ready to give him a piece of his mind, but the servant pulled him back first.
He gently advised, "Please don't get angry. The wound was too deep last time, and it hasn't fully healed yet!"
Hua Lang sneezed.
"Are you cold?" Zhan Yunmei put a piece of candy in her mouth. The candy melted in her mouth and became sticky, making her speech unclear.
Hua Lang shook her head. "No, it's not cold."
She tucked a small hand warmer into his arms, wrapped a cloak around his neck, and put a woolen scarf on him. With charcoal burning in the room, how could he be cold?
Besides, it's springtime now.
"Oh," Zhan Yunmei chewed a piece of candy with difficulty, rinsed her mouth with tea, gave a few instructions to the person outside the door, and looked back to see that Hua Lang had already crawled onto the couch.
He took off the clothes that were wrapped around him one by one and piled them on the small cabinet beside the bed. She later realized that she had dressed him too much, making him look like a dumpling.
It was getting late, so Zhan Yunmei took off her outer robe and went to bed.
Hua Lang was well taken care of by her. She had gained a lot of weight these days, and her hands and feet were no longer cold. She could get warm in the quilt in just a short while.
Holding it in my arms felt like holding a human-shaped stove.
Hua Lang loved this time the most. Zhan Yunmei had finished her official duties and had nothing else to do. She would hold him and chat with him, occasionally talking about strange things in the officialdom and occasionally listening to him talk about the daily life in the previous dynasty.
It was so beautiful and peaceful that I was in a daze and couldn't believe it.
Hua Lang suddenly felt a pang of resentment, resenting that the previous dynasty hadn't collapsed sooner.
"Why are you crying?" Zhan Yunmei cupped Hua Lang's face, kissed his lips briefly, and then pulled away.
"Why is Liang Rong still haunting me?" Hua Lang squeezed her eyes, trying to shed more tears, but unfortunately, she couldn't squeeze any out. She sighed and pretended to be pitiful, "General, you are too popular. This servant is dispensable."
Zhan Yunmei wanted to laugh.
Is he being coquettish?
Even though she knew it was intentional, the pleasure still surged up and eroded her mind. Zhan Yunmei placed her palm on Hua Lang's cheek. He thought she was going to hit him again, so he quickly closed his eyes.
But she only gently stroked his slender lips with her fingertips, tracing his nose, then slowly moving down to his lips, which immediately bloomed into a vibrant red. She lowered her head and took his rosy lips and tongue into her mouth.
She received a response.
His subtle, restrained response was met with her fierce attack. He was kissed and leaned back, and just before his head hit the wall, she reached out and cushioned the back of his head.
Her consciousness was hazy, but the licking and intertwining of lips and teeth was extremely clear. Hua Lang could even feel the grinding under the teeth and the constant intertwining of lips and teeth.
The fingertips of the fabric gripping Zhan Yunmei's shoulder turned white, placing all their support on this spot.
The person in front of her was trembling so violently that Zhan Yunmei let go, giving him a moment to catch his breath. She took his hand off her shoulder, spread his fingertips, and held it in her own.
“He’s not a persistent ghost,” she said. “I invited him.”
Hua Lang's lips were swollen and painful, so she still pursed her lips.
Why did you have to tell Liang Rong in person what he wanted to do?
I want to roll my eyes.
"Why tell me? I don't want to know!"
"They're old acquaintances, after all. Since you're marrying our Eunuch Hua Lang, you should at least invite your old acquaintances to a banquet. Isn't our Eunuch Hua Lang the best at understanding these social etiquettes?"
Hua Lang was bewildered and blinked stiffly.
Zhan Yunmei slowly realized that she had forgotten to tell him. She had thought that she wouldn't let him know in advance so that he wouldn't have trouble sleeping, but now she had really forgotten.
As for soliciting opinions...
She felt there was no need to ask him; it would be best if he was willing, but if he wasn't, she had ways to get him to agree.
Hua Lang moved his lips: "...When?"
Zhan Yunmei said, "The day after tomorrow."
Hua Lang felt dizzy; her head was so heavy.
He closed his eyes and snuggled into Zhan Yunmei's arms.
“I’ll reluctantly agree to come!” Hua Lang said.
“That Eunuch Hua Lang is very generous.”
Hua Lang thought for a moment.
Yes, he is indeed very generous.
[End of text]
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Author's Note: My next book, "Blessings to the Princess," is truly unfinished (goblin!). If you're interested, please add it to your favorites! [Sprinkling flowers]
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A sunny but occasionally mischievous sweet girl × A jealous guy who is insecure, sensitive, and prone to crying in secret.
Peng Yuan was a precious pearl held in the palm of one's hand, the only little princess of the Prince's Mansion, who was pampered and spoiled from birth.
The princess was picky; she didn't like any of the princes who tried to find her a husband.
Scholars, martial arts masters, high-ranking officials—she didn't find any of them appealing.
Marriage is a lifelong matter for a woman, and the prince, fearing any delays, specially ordered Yan Guang, the head eunuch serving Peng Yuan, to find a suitable match for her. Eunuch Yan was reliable and kind, so the prince trusted him with peace of mind.
Yan Guang accompanied the princess to see one candidate after another, going through one marriage selection after another.
The embroidered ball was used to choose a husband, but it was lost; the martial arts contest was used to choose a husband, but the two fought so hard that they became sworn brothers on the spot, and that's all; the literary test was used to choose a husband, but a torrential downpour soaked the calligraphy and paintings, and also drenched the scholars.
After repeatedly failing in her attempts to find a husband, Peng Yuan locked herself in her room. The servants said she cried uncontrollably and refused to see anyone.
Yan Guang was worried that the princess was too heartbroken, so he advised, "This servant will accompany the princess for a few more days. If that doesn't work, we'll think of another way."
But it turned out to be all a lie. Peng Yuan didn't cry or make a fuss. She pulled him into the room and pressed him down on the couch: "I already have someone in mind."
Yan Guang was stunned when he saw the princess so close to him.
Peng Yuan: "You, marry me, the princess."
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There was a young eunuch in the Prince's mansion. When Peng Yuan first saw him, she thought he was handsome. Later, she thought he was very good. So much so that when it came time to choose a husband, she tried every means to marry Yan Guang.
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