Chapter 93: The servants' reed pipes began to play, their timbre high and lingering, and the copper kettle...
The sound of the reed pipe rose, its tone high and lingering; the rice wine in the copper pot bubbled, and its aroma mixed with spicy flavor filled the night.
The sound of drums was deep, accompanied by the sound of reed pipes and singing.
"Since Lord Xue is not here, who is being entertained?" asked the princess.
"It's the birthday of the Holy Maiden of the Wangshu Priestess," the King of Nanzhao replied. He walked up to the princess and gazed at her inquiringly, his emotion undetectable. "Has the Queen been using medicinal incense lately?"
An Ning has been depressed ever since she came to Nanzhao. He can understand the delicate thoughts of young girls. Not all of the concubines in the past were taken into the harem because he liked them. The past is dark and cannot be retrieved. He has no way to turn back time, so he can only wait for her to figure it out herself.
It wasn't just this matter that made him impatient. Today he found out that she had secretly taken contraceptive pills. This was a huge humiliation for a man, and even the best temper he had was worn out.
Even Yun Yang could hear the hidden meaning in the words of the King of Nanzhao. Could it be that he discovered that the princess was secretly taking contraceptive measures?
Seeing his stormy face, Yun Yang's heart trembled. She had just drunk the medicine as well. Would Xue Yu be so unhappy when he knew about it?
It's not that she doesn't want to have a child with him, but now is not the right time. She hasn't found her sister or her mother yet, so how can she live her life with a big belly and feel at ease?
Yun Yang quietly retreated, walked for a while, and stood against the brick wall for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.
The maidservant beside her said softly, "Young lady, the priest's banquet is about to begin. Many people are proud to see the priest and the saint, as it will bring blessings to their families!"
Yun Yang responded and followed the maid's hurried steps towards the place that was becoming louder and more lively.
The closer he got, the more familiar piano sounds came from the chaotic music. It was like being immersed in the hazy and erratic water. Yun Yang's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and he vaguely felt that something was about to come to light.
The sound of this music lingered in her ears for three days when she was young. She listened to her sister's piano playing, which went from stumbling and stagnant like a broken bamboo to gradually flowing and clear like a spring.
The slender figure sitting alone under the lamp and the worn fingertips have become the mountains and rivers engraved in her memory.
Yun Yang's pace gradually quickened, his breathing became rapid and fluctuating, and he ran directly towards the tall tower, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
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On top of the tower.
The piano music stopped abruptly.
"The zither follows the heart; if one is agitated, the sound will be chaotic."
The priest Wangshu lowered his eyes, and the gem on the hairband on his forehead shone brightly, making his unusually deep blue eyes appear even deeper. His prominent brow bones and angular face were full of coldness.
His black sleeves fluttered in the strong wind, and his tone was cold and hard, "Why are you still playing this song? Are you homesick again?"
The strings broke.
The woman sitting by the window closed her eyes and didn't look at him, her expression showing a hint of weariness as if she had seen all the vicissitudes of life.
He chuckled faintly and stared at the woman who was sitting by the window with her eyes closed. Her complicated robe made her look inhuman and distant. Her skin was pale, with faint blue veins visible, which was caused by him forcibly imprisoning her in a high tower for many years.
But why did she have to leave?
In order to stay by her side, he would change his name and even wear that dull human skin mask every day to pretend to be a vulgar warrior!
But she was unwilling to accompany him in this deserted place to sit quietly and observe his mind, forgetting himself and the world?
Why is she still so attached to the world!
What in this world is worth her ever remembering?
"Go down, they are celebrating your birthday." Wangshu said.
"No." Yun Jia said sarcastically, "Celebrating a birthday is a happy thing, but I can't be happy with people like you. So why should I go?"
I can't be happy.
These five words once again made the high priest, who had always been high and respected, feel heartbroken.
During those years in the Yun family, the heartbeat when I hugged her carefully in her boudoir, the palpitations when the two of us climbed over the wall and kissed by the river at night, the thriving and immature feelings, were they all fake?
Or does she just like that kind of mediocre mortal and just like the face he wears?
He still remembered her horror as she watched him take off the human skin mask.
That warrior's appearance was not as good as his at all. Even if he was attracted by his looks, he shouldn't have hated him so much!
Wangshu looked at Yunjia in a trance. She noticed his gaze, turned around and smiled at him, just as bright and gentle as she remembered.
He felt his heart slowly begin to beat more violently.
He raised his hand to press on his chest, but found that the woman in front of him didn't even look at him, still with that indifferent look, that smile was just an illusion of his.
An attendant came up from the tower, prostrated himself on the ground, and reported in a low voice: "Priest, a woman rushed up. We tried to stop her, but many people were injured because we couldn't stop her."
He responded nonchalantly, "Who is it?"
For a long time, as the people of Nanzhao looked up to them, no one dared to approach the tower, so the guards were useless and it was normal that they could not stop them.
However, he never expected her to be so bold.
"Yes, she is the queen's guest, coming from Dazhao... She injured many of us and came up soon!" The servant answered cautiously.
The woman who had been expressionless suddenly raised her head, and her eyes lit up.
Coming from Dazhao...
She hasn't heard her hometown accent for a long time.
After the princess got married, she had never even met him. Why would the princess's guest go up to this high tower?
Wangshu was also startled, his angular face was indescribably gloomy, and then he lowered his deep blue eyes, counted with his slender fingers, and suddenly laughed.
It's natural that you can't stop her.
Every move of Yun Yang's Kung Fu was taught by him personally, how could these ordinary people stop him?
Almost three years have passed, her kung fu should have improved, right?
Seven years ago, when she was only ten years old, he had noticed during her teachings that she had exceptional talent and was a rare prodigy. But now, considering her age, she was still unengaged...
He knew that women in the Central Plains had to take care of their husbands and children after getting married, so no matter how powerful their kung fu was, it was dispensable.
But now that she could find this place, it meant that she did not live the way he imagined.
That bright and cunning little girl...
The tall black-robed priest smiled to himself, then turned to look at the woman sitting by the window. Suddenly, he quickly walked over, pinched her chin, and grinned cruelly, "You really want to leave me, don't you?"
Yun Jia frowned, lowering her eyes in a look of half boredom and half indifference. "You deceived me for five years under the guise of someone else, and even imprisoned me in this barbaric land. You even want to stay with me forever. I feel disgusted!"
He suddenly kissed her lips deeply, his eyes dim, holding her wrist against his chest, his voice low and trembling, "Touch it, it's real."
The passionate kiss progressed layer by layer, and the brutal force made her angry, anxious and heart trembling. As soon as Yun Jia's fingertips touched, she pulled back as if burned, but she could not do anything about his strength. She could only take a deep breath and slap half of his face.
“Bang!”
The force was not light, and the loud sound echoed in the pointed dome. The servants present were trembling and crawling on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.
Wangshu's face tilted to one side after she hit him, and his cheek was burning with pain. He was obviously angry, but he did not lash out, and his hands still did not let go of her. He just felt a suffocating pain in his chest and could hardly breathe.
"What's wrong? Are you angry?" Yun Jia chuckled, raising her stubborn chin. "Can't I hit you? Don't you really love being my slave?"
Isn’t it comfortable to be a house slave in the Yun Mansion?
The high priest who can call the wind and rain is very good at being humble!
She heard his increasingly heavy breathing. Apart from that, there was silence on the tower. She still didn't look up at him, but she could clearly feel the chill coming from him.
After a long moment, he closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and he hissed, "You can't do this to me."
Yun Jia smiled suddenly, her thin eyelids hiding the emotion in her eyes. Finally, her hand touched his beating chest and she said bitterly, "Can you treat me like this? You said that as long as you live, I have to stay with you in this tower. Do you know that every day I hope you die..."
"Heh, someone's here now. Are they here to kill you?" She raised her eyelids, smiling cruelly. "Do you think I'd stab her at the critical moment? After all, I'm the only one who knows how to kill a monster like you..."
Wangshu's heart suddenly ached. Ever since he brought her back from the Central Plains, showed her true face to the world, and imprisoned her here, their relationship had completely broken down. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between them. No matter what he did, he could not touch her heart.
He knew she wanted to return to Central Plains.
But he can't leave Nanzhao.
So she could only bear the injustice of staying by his side.
She was unwilling to talk to him and only ate very little food every day to survive. In order to keep her alive, he had no choice but to force-feed her.
Back then, he was stranded in Youzhou and fortunately was taken in by the Yun family. He wanted to leave after recovering from his injuries, but unexpectedly he met Yun Jia. The woman who walked on the morning dew to bring him food and always smiled to encourage him had quietly engraved her image in his heart, shining like a pearl that could not be ignored.
He wants his pearl to illuminate and warm him forever. Is that wrong?
Even so, there was a special harmony between us on the bed.
She had given her innocent body to him when she was still in Yun Mansion. He knew best where she was most sensitive. They would often have fierce quarrels during the day and roll around in bed together at night. His face was still burning from being slapped red by her, but she would still kiss him and pester him so tightly that it was suffocating.
But, he had already stopped using that love poison on her...
Wangshu was originally wearing a white priest robe, but because he was bitten by her and bled profusely, he changed into an inconspicuous black priest robe.
He didn't know whether she loved or hated him.
He was silent for a moment before he found his voice again. He looked at her with some sadness, "Jia Niang, if I let you go, will you not torture me and yourself like this?"
Yun Jia turned away, looking at the crowd of people like ants under the tower with an indescribable coldness. She said lightly, "Priest Wangshu is going to let me go? What a joke! When has the priest ever shown me such mercy? Back then, you knew that Youzhou was about to be in great trouble, and that my parents were in Youzhou, but you didn't lend a hand and even refused to let me go. You are so cruel!..."
"That's the way of heaven! Even if I figured it out, I can't interfere!" He suddenly pinched her chin, "Even if you go, it's too late..."
Yun Jia's brows were calm as she looked into the void. "Then don't say anything. Now that my family is gone, I only have you. Are you still not satisfied? What else do you want from me?"
There was a moment of silence. Wangshu had a complicated expression and paused, looking from Yunjia's shoulder towards the tall palace gate.
"Sister!" A clear voice broke through the air. Yun Yang's long hair flew in disorder. In her hand, she clutched a spear with the totem of the Wanqi God Clan printed on it. She shouted, "Sister, I'm here!"
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