Chapter 101: Xu Xiang How did he become the King of Jin?
It was like sinking into an endless abyss, freezing cold, suffocating darkness. Xie Xuanlan thought he would die slowly like this.
Suddenly, a force pulled him upstream. The wind and waves filled his five senses crazily. A burst of light emerged from the darkness, and the moment he emerged from the water, it was suddenly so bright that it was blinding.
Xie Xuanlan immediately gasped for breath and coughed out the liquid accumulated in his chest. It took him a long time to adjust and open his eyes. He found himself lying on a soft couch with fragrant quilts, and his hands were covered with blood after coughing up.
What's going on...where is this place?
Suddenly he heard a clang sound, and turning his head, he saw Cong Ying walking towards the screen, tripping over the round stool at his feet.
Congying looked at him in surprise and joy, and he also looked at Congying in surprise and joy. The two stared at each other in a daze for a few breaths. Congying turned and ran out first: "He's awake! He's awake! Hurry and call the imperial physician!"
Xie Xuanlan wanted to catch her eagerly: "Aying! Aying... cough cough..."
He wanted to throw off the quilt and get off the bed, but his body seemed to be out of his control. It felt extremely heavy and numb. Instead of jumping, he fell to the ground and rolled to the foot of the round stool.
Fortunately, Cong Yingma came back to help him. The expression on her face was so pitiful, as if the pain in the fall was in her heart. Xie Xuanlan looked at her, and his heart melted into spring water. The moment he sat back on the couch, he hugged her waist and rolled inward, pressing her into the soft quilt under him.
"Aying, Aying... my dear Aying..."
He held her in his arms, pressed her down, caressed her to confirm her reality and life: "Am I dreaming? How did you get here? When did you come? Was the journey difficult?"
He subconsciously thought that he was still in Xizhou.
Cong Ying was a little startled and dazed, but she only bit her lower lip and didn't push him away. She said softly, "You just woke up, be careful with your wound... Doctor Zhang will be here soon."
Xie Xuanlan touched her abdomen but felt no blood. He no longer cared about Doctor Zhang or Doctor Li. He lowered his head and kept kissing her rosy eyes, eyebrows, nose bridge and nose tip.
After their wedding, they were about to part ways, and the endless longing had become a fully drawn bowstring. His breathing was filled with eager, hot, and unconcealed desire.
When he kissed her lips, Zong Ying's body tensed suddenly. Her hands hesitated for a moment in mid-air before she slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He let his thin lips roam, his bitter, medicinal tongue plundering her teeth, lingering, plundering her saliva and taking her breath away. This wild and unrestrained kiss made her weak all over, and when she was almost suffocating, a faint moan escaped from between her teeth.
Xie Xuanlan gave her a chance to catch her breath, and his sticky kisses lingered on her neck and collarbone.
Hotaru could sense his overexcitement.
He was rubbing her slowly through her clothes.
Her face flushed instantly, and she struggled slightly to retreat: "Don't do this, not now, someone will come soon..."
Xie Xuanlan hadn't been so impatient, but he couldn't help getting close to her. Seeing her tenderness and willingness to give in, he couldn't help but want more. He cornered her and asked her with a low laugh, "If not now, then when, huh?"
Cong Ying lowered her eyes and said, "Wait until Doctor Zhang has examined you and your injury is better."
"My injury is fine."
Xie Xuanlan looked down, and suddenly froze. In disbelief, he reached out and touched his belly again and again.
This is not okay at all, this is not injured at all!
What is going on?
Cong Ying observed the subtle changes in his expression. Seeing the smile on his face slowly disappear, she frowned and asked carefully, "Your Highness, are you feeling better now? Are you still angry with me?"
Xie Xuanlan suddenly raised his eyes: "What did you call me?"
"Your Highness Prince Jin..." Zong Ying reached out and tucked his drooping black hair behind his ear, her voice gentle and indulgent: "Perhaps Your Highness would like me to call you Xiao Lang?"
Xie Xuanlan felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head. He suddenly grabbed her wrist, almost crushing her bones: "What did you say? Are you crazy?"
Why mention King Jin when they are so affectionate?
Did they come here specifically to piss him off, or did they treat him as another person?
Cong Ying was also at a loss, not knowing how to please him or calm his anger. But when she saw him grab her arm regardless of the wound, and remembered the time when he slit his wrist for her, her eyes couldn't help but ache.
Her voice choked slightly: "Your Highness, I can do whatever you want, but please take care of yourself and don't do anything to hurt yourself again."
Whatever she wants...
Doubt, anger, jealousy, many emotions were entangled together, making Xie Xuanlan feel confused and panicked.
"Jiang Congying, what do you think of me—"
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a "ouch" from behind him. He turned around and saw Princess Xuande walking in, lifting the bead curtain. She raised her eyebrows with a playful look on her face, followed by Doctor Zhang, who told her not to look at him unless he was being polite.
The eldest princess made no secret of it and said to the two men on the couch, "My dear son, if you had been so wise long ago, why did you have to endure all this hardship in vain?"
Cong Ying quickly pushed him away and got off the bed. She turned around to straighten her clothes and hair, then bowed to the eldest princess.
The eldest princess helped her up and said with a pleasant face, "You have worked hard to look after my son these past few days. I have a quick temper. Since we are family, I hope you will be more understanding."
Cong Ying smiled faintly and took a step back without making a sound.
Xie Xuanlan looked at the two of them, his eyes sweeping across the interior of the room before finally landing on the flower table by the window. On it lay two bouquets of flowers, one of sweet osmanthus and one of black plum, meticulously crafted to look immortal. They looked incredibly familiar.
There is also a couplet on the wall: Fallen osmanthus turns into fireflies, lighting up the whole room.
The handwriting looks like his but it's not his.
Princess Xuande called him her son...
Doctor Zhang was about to take his pulse, but he waved him away. His face was a frightening paleness, but his eyes were as dark as the abyss, staring at Cong Ying with a cold needle that seemed to bite her, making her heart skip a beat.
After a while, he said, "Aying, find me a mirror."
Cong Ying turned around and looked for it. After searching for a while, he only found half of the Mirror of the World. He wiped it with his sleeve and held it in front of him.
Half of it was enough to reveal his face, with clear eyebrows and eyes, a face as white as ice, and an air of frailty. It was not Xie Xuanlan at all, but the appearance of Prince Jin!
In an instant, the blood in his chest surged, and a huge sense of panic came over him. He threw away the mirror and fell off the bed again. He didn't know where to go for a moment. His eyes were blurry, and the sound of people's screams came from far and near in his ears. Several strong guards rushed in, dragged him back to the bed and held him down.
Xie Xuanlan was gasping for breath as if he was drowning in water, his eyes fixed on the golden bells trembling on the ceiling of the tent.
He stopped struggling and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out...let me be quiet for a while."
Doctor Zhang relaxed his pulse and said, "Don't make the patient angry. Just listen to him. Let's go out first."
Only Ying stayed. She walked over to the couch and sat down, tidying up the bandages on his wounds that had been messed up by his struggle. Her expression was calm and compassionate, as if they had a close relationship and she could empathize with his pain.
Xie Xuanlan stared at her with a gloomy gaze, recalling her actions over and over again.
As sweet as he felt just now, he felt as painful as well now, so intense, as if he was pierced by a long knife in the abdomen again, and blood was dripping.
He brushed away Cong Ying's hand that was about to rebandage him, lifted her face, and locked eyes with hers, their breaths meeting only just apart.
"Aying." His tone was dark yet lingering. "What did you say to me just now? I can't quite remember it. Tell me again."
Cong Ying looked at him quietly.
She tried to understand his feelings, but she couldn't figure out why he was so happy at one moment and furious the next. What was he trying to do now? To take revenge on her? To torture her?
Would this make him feel better?
Cong Ying lowered her black eyelashes and repeated to him the tender words she had just said.
"I rejected Your Highness's feelings in the past, causing His Highness pain. It was all my fault for deceiving myself. From now on, as long as Your Highness takes care of yourself, I will do whatever you want. I will never reject Your Highness again, or... Xiao Lang."
After saying this, she saw King Jin suddenly smile.
He had never seen such a smile on his face before, it was sarcastic and sinister, and his clear and elegant eyebrows showed a kind of cold and sad beauty, as if what she had just said was not a love word, but a request for him to die.
How beautiful.
It’s a pity that it was said to Xiao Lang, not San Lang.
He asked Congying, "What about your Saburo? Will he become redundant? Should we let him die? Hmm?"
Zong Ying raised her eyelids, her expression calm as she replied, "If one of us three must die a miserable death, I hope it's neither you nor him."
"Jiang Congying!" Xie Xuanlan's blood boiled instantly, and he stared at her fiercely: "Now you still want to destroy my heart, right?"
Congying said nothing. Seeing that he was coughing violently, she used her sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Her expression was so gentle, serious, and yet so cruel. His love and hatred for her were like burning coals and piercing ice, smashing into his heart at the same time, making a crackling sound and blurring his blood and flesh. He didn't know whether it was because he loved her too much or hated her too much.
He held Ah Ying's hand and stroked his face, then said to her, "Ah Ying, take a good look at me and tell me who you really love and who you really want."
He hoped that she would see something and tell him something else, even if it was a tacit and insincere lie.
But who can figure out such an incredible thing?
Cong Ying was really tired.
She put her arms around his neck, leaned forward and kissed him, her soft lips imitating his licking and rolling, a low sigh spilling from her lips, as if begging: "Your Highness, please don't torture me like this, okay?"
An uncontrollable sadness welled up in Xie Xuanlan's heart, and a tear rolled down from his red eyes, falling between their intertwined lips and teeth.
He was reluctant to leave, reluctant to let go, but what was this...who was torturing whom...
Cong Ying suddenly felt a pain on her lips.
Xie Xuanlan let go of her, grabbed her hand, and bit her wrist hard. He really wanted to make her bleed and feel the pain, but when he heard her hissing, he restrained himself and loosened his teeth.
Although there was no bleeding, there were tooth marks left, which will probably take three to five days to disappear.
He gently stroked the tooth marks with his fingertips and said, "Remember this, this is what I left behind."
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