Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Now the Minister sees me as his sweetheart...
He quickly turned sideways to block the man's view, then dropped the smile on his face and sternly shouted, "Close your eyes."
Gu Yanzhou raised his voice and slammed the window shut.
There was silence outside the window for a moment, and then a low knocking sound was heard again.
The wide sleeves wrapped around Song Siyun, who was only wearing underwear, and asked impatiently: "What's the matter?"
"Sir, the pillow..."
The man whispered, carefully put the pillow in through the gap in the window, and took the window away carefully before leaving.
Gu Yanzhou raised his hand and pulled the pillow over. Listening to the gossip downstairs, he raised an eyebrow and looked at the person in front of him. "Do you want to hear what's being said?"
"don't want."
Even without listening, you know it's definitely not a good thing.
Song Siyun grabbed the pillow and kicked him off the bed: "Get out now, I need to change clothes."
It was already late, and there was no time to delay. Gu Yanzhou simply let her push him up and sat outside the screen, waiting.
I just never thought that the quality of the post station screen would be so poor.
As he raised his cup to drink tea, he took a glance and saw the graceful woman.
In the silhouette of the screen, the woman glanced to the side, her fingers climbed to her waist, and with a light pull of her fingertips, she let go.
Seeing his hand on his collar, Gu Yanzhou came to his senses in time and quickly looked away.
Silently recite in your heart: Do not look at what is indecent, do not look at what is indecent...
But the sound of clothes rustling kept reaching his ears, hooking his soul and making him unable to escape.
Even if I can't see her with my eyes, I can still hear her every move from her voice.
She always wore delicate clothes. Even though she was dressed as a maid, her underwear and inner garments were still made of the soft materials she was used to. When she only wore her outer garment, there would be some rustling.
Gradually the sound became quieter, and it seemed that she had finished dressing. Gu Yanzhou slowly opened his eyes, but he did not expect that he would see clothes scattered all over the floor.
He was stunned, not knowing why.
Until the figure behind the screen swayed, the person called him with a red face, biting his lip and struggling for a long time before slowly speaking: "This dress is so complicated, I don't know how to do it. Gu Yanzhou, come and help me!"
Gu Yanzhou raised his eyes to look at her, and saw her cheeks as red as lanterns. After a long while, he held back his laughter and stood up, "Okay."
She has had people take care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation since she was a child, and she has never lacked maids around her. It is normal that she can't handle it well.
Although women's clothes are complicated, they should be essentially no different from men's clothes... right?
He thought it was simple, but when he really started to do it, he couldn't help but feel troubled.
The two men were sweating profusely as Ling Feng and Qing Feng knocked on the door, demanding to know when to leave. Through the screen and the door, Gu Yanzhou's voice sounded muffled and unsteady: "Wait another half a quarter of an hour."
Qingfeng has seen the world, and when he was on surveillance in the past, it was inevitable that there would be people lingering in brothels.
The lingering and teasing atmosphere is all unstable.
Could it be that the master and she...
He looked inside the room in shock, then lowered his eyes and stopped Ling Feng who was about to urge him again, and half-dragged and half-pulled him downstairs to wait.
Song Siyun and Gu Yanzhou had no idea what the others were thinking.
At this moment, both of them were struggling with the clothes.
Gu Yanzhou was a rough man, and she had lost her patience. She exerted force and heard a "crackling" sound.
One person raised his eyes, the other lowered his eyebrows, and when they looked at each other, time seemed to stand still.
A moment later, she threw the torn coat at him and said angrily, "You bastard, how am I supposed to wear it after you tore it up?!"
"Tell me, what should we do now?" Sitting on the bed dejectedly, Song Siyun really missed the dexterous Quemei.
If she were here, she wouldn't be in such a miserable state today, with even her clothes torn off.
Gu Yanzhou was a little embarrassed for a moment. He didn't expect the woman's clothes to be so fragile.
The thing had truly broken in his hands. Now, looking at the person sulking in his underwear on the bed, he suggested guiltily, "Why don't you wear mine first?"
Song Siyun slowly raised his head...
When the two of them came downstairs, it was truly jaw-dropping.
The people downstairs looked at each other and at the same time looked at the attendant soldiers who had just spoken so loudly.
The soldier lowered his head and dared not even show his eyebrows.
Song Siyun saw everyone's strange expressions and immediately pinched the person next to him in anger to vent his anger. His eyes were red, and it was unclear whether he was angry or embarrassed.
Turning around and rolling up her sleeves that had hung down to her knees, Gu Yanzhou blatantly grabbed her rebellious hand and ordered them to set off without changing his expression.
As soon as the curtain fell, his hand was shaken away, and then he was hit by a series of small fists, landing on his chest in a random pattern. It didn't hurt, and it even felt a little soft.
Gu Yanzhou didn't hide either. He waited until she had vented enough and had no more strength left before he held her red hand, rubbed it gently, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
“A little.”
The girl murmured softly, then seemed to think of something. She felt very aggrieved and her eyes were red as she complained, "It's all your fault. Now I'm afraid they're all talking about me being a playboy and immoral behind my back."
"It's all your fault!"
She spat, her eyes red as she questioned, "This is all your fault. If this gets back to the capital, how will my sister gain a foothold in the palace? How will my father hold his head high in the court? How will my mother ever go out again?!"
"No." Gu Yanzhou hugged her and stroked her back to comfort her: "They dare not."
"How do you know you don't dare? You don't say it in front of others, but what about in private?" Song Siyun retorted, feeling like the sky was falling.
Gu Yanzhou knew what she was worried about. She came from a family of scholars, her father was the head of the court officials, and her elder sister had an extraordinary status in the palace. The higher the position, the less they could tolerate any dirt.
It is easy to be exploited.
No wonder I always felt that she had changed a lot in the past few years. It turned out that she had put layers of shackles on herself.
She was different from him. His scruples and cautions were forced upon him. But she...
Since we met, she has been the most relaxed and casual person in Kyoto, doing things without any regard for others.
He looked very envious.
No matter what outrageous things she did, her family would always be there to back her up, unlike him, who only brought disaster to those close to him.
But when did she become like this? She had so many concerns, and she had to think carefully about every move.
Gu Yanzhou thought about it and felt that it was probably that night four years ago.
But she shouldn't be like this.
She should always be bright and outspoken, instead of being so worried and exaggerating her every word and action.
When she asked all these questions just now, she thought of everyone except herself.
It seemed as if Song Sishu, Grand Tutor Song, and Madam Song were all far more respectable than herself.
For a moment, my heart couldn't stop aching.
"Song Siyun, look at me." He held her shoulders and forced her to look up, but when he met her confused and tearful eyes, he couldn't bear it for a moment.
His thick brows were furrowed, and after a long while, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and steadied his tone: "Song Siyun, don't worry, these are all trivial matters. They won't make up stories about you, they will only say that I am a playboy and indulge in women."
"Moreover, the Imperial Concubine has the prince by her side, and her position in the palace is already secure. Add to that the guilt that Your Majesty has accumulated over the years, and you should be safe for the rest of your life. Grand Tutor Song is a veteran of two dynasties. Not only was he the Prince's Grand Tutor, he also taught Your Majesty. You don't need to worry about him. As for Madam Song..."
He paused, as if hesitant. Then, steeling his resolve, he spoke again, "When the ladies mention her, the first thing they think of is the Grand Tutor's first wife, the Imperial Noble Consort's mother. Since the Imperial Noble Consort and her father-in-law are doing well, no one dares to gossip about her."
"So Song Siyun..."
"Don't put so many shackles on yourself that don't belong to you. I believe they, like me, hope that you can be as carefree and free as you were when you were little."
He pressed close to her, their foreheads touching, and spoke every word devoutly.
Gradually, the crying became softer and the trembling stopped.
Suddenly, someone hugged my waist. When our foreheads separated, my shoulders suddenly sank. A muffled, nasal voice passed by my ears. "I know, but I can't do it."
The two hugged each other silently.
After a moment, she spoke again, her tone much calmer.
Song Siyun let go of his hand, moved a distance, looked at him and smiled: "Thank you, Gu Yanzhou, you are right, but I may have to let you down."
Wiping away tears with a handkerchief, Song Siyun raised his hand and touched a corner of the car window curtain, his expression long: "I know that my sister, father and mother don't need me to do anything for them, nor do they need me to plan anything for them. But Gu Yanzhou..."
She turned and looked at him. "We are a family. A family should share the ups and downs. Even if they don't need it, even if it doesn't affect them, I will still adhere to self-discipline and not give anyone the opportunity to take advantage of me."
The daylight was just right, and the golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the car curtains onto the girl's face, widening her already bright and gentle smile even more, making it difficult for people to recover from their daze for a long time.
It was not until a gust of cold wind blew in, lifted the corner of his robe that was dragging on the small table and hit the back of his hand that he came back to his senses.
He instinctively grasped it and looked up along the edge of the robe, only to suddenly realize that it was too big and didn't fit him well.
He pulled out the dagger from the side of his boot, and a flash of silver light startled the person who was concentrating on looking at the scenery.
"W-What are you going to do?"
Song Siyun was dazzled. When she turned around, she saw the man with a cold face, holding a dagger and about to stab her leg. She panicked and quickly pulled her legs back, even using her hands to block the attack.
But after a long time, the imagined pain did not come, but instead some scraps of cloth appeared on the ground.
Puzzled, he leaned over to take a look, only to see the man carefully mending the torn silk hem of his robe. Without even looking up, he said, "It's too long. Be careful not to fall. I'll help you cut off the excess so it fits better."
Finally, he stretched out his hand to her: "Come, give me your sleeve."
Song Siyun held out his hand blankly.
The robe, which was originally extremely loose, was tailored to fit the body by the man in an instant. He even managed to tighten the wide collar by some magic trick.
Song Siyun took out a bronze mirror from a secret compartment nearby, looked at it from left to right, and was extremely satisfied.
But when I moved my eyes to the bun on top of her head, I always felt it was out of place and I couldn't help but sneer.
Just when I was thinking that it would be nice if I changed my hairstyle to a man's bun, a pair of large bony hands suddenly appeared in the bronze mirror, and a man appeared in the bronze mirror with a smile on his face.
He said, "I will tie up Master Yunsong's hair."
Song Siyun raised his eyes, and the two looked at each other in the bronze mirror.
Gu Yanzhou's hands are really skillful.
In a short while, a handsome young man came to life in the bronze mirror.
He pulled the jade crown on his head and tied her hair up high, and matched it with a loose robe. At first glance, she really had a fair face and jade head, what a handsome young man.
Song Siyun held the bronze mirror and looked at it for a long time, feeling very satisfied.
He caught a glimpse of someone with disheveled hair beside him, his eyes rolled, and he began to want to tease him.
She leaned on the table and stepped forward, lifted the man's chin with one hand, and returned the question with a smile: "Now, when the Minister looks at me, am I his sweetheart or his bed-warmer?"
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The author has something to say: That’s right! Our Ah Yun is so good and so vindictive [shy]
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