Chapter 29: Confusion "I am your ancestor."
The hibiscus quilt no longer carried the delicate fragrance of soapberries, leaving only the moisture from their passionate foreplay. The palm of his hand holding Zhu Hao's ankle was extremely sticky, and she was trapped by him in the narrow couch. Zhu Hao's sweat wet her hair, her chest heaving violently, and her snow-capped peaks also looked graceful and beautiful among the rolling mountains. She opened her lips slightly and gasped. It was clear that the lip balm on Zhu Hao's lips had been kissed away by him, but her lips were still as charming as ever. She was indeed beautiful and attractive, or perhaps she was subconsciously captivating his soul.
Song Xieqing couldn't help but increase the strength of his grip on Zhu Hao's ankles. He pulled Zhu Hao closer and made her knees press against his waist. Song Xieqing pushed her underwear aside from both sides. He leaned down completely, and their skin touched each other without any barrier. They couldn't help but tremble. Song Xieqing's fingertips probed in between, and at the critical moment, he stopped suddenly.
Song Xieqing said, "I wish you all the best. One day you will meet the man you admire, and he will cherish you deeply. If you hesitate, even just a little bit..."
Zhu Hao said nothing, her eyes were moist. In Song Xieqing's opinion, she was exhausted and unable to respond, or perhaps she was indeed thinking about this matter.
Zhu Hao found it difficult to answer. She must have some fondness for Song Xieqing, but she didn't know how long such a vague feeling could last. Should she tell him about this? He... rarely said anything kind, only ridiculed her. Zhu Hao rolled her eyes, groping in the darkness. What did she like about him? His appearance? His omnipotent powers? At least not yet, she didn't intend to tell Song Xieqing.
Song Xieqing felt quite puzzled by Zhu Hao's cold stare. For this, he felt that he was a bastard. Zhu Hao must have regretted it, but because this matter was caused by her and because of his identity, he did not dare to refuse.
A hundred years ago, the world's criticism of him was innumerable, and it was common to call him a "bastard". Song Xieqing didn't take it seriously before, but now, facing Zhu Hao, the lover who would be tied to Zhu Hao in the future, Song Xieqing truly understood the meaning of the word "bastard". He was indeed a bastard. If Zhu Hao had feelings for him, he might be able to see this matter through to the end, but Zhu Hao was not blind, so how could he like him?
Before Song Xieqing went down to the mortal world to look for Zhu Hao, he first went to Qinse Palace. The Moon Goddess was in charge of the marriages of all realms. However, she had traveled for a hundred years, and only her disciple Song Yue stayed in Qinse Palace. Song Xieqing had no choice but to ask him to find out about Zhu Hao's marriage - the red thread of her life, the entanglement with Shi Chunsheng.
Although Song Yue said that the marriage lines controlled by Qinse Palace were only rough trends, and that over the past thousands of years, there were still a few people who did not match, Song Yue said: "According to what I have read in ancient books, among ten thousand people, there is probably one person who breaks free from the red line. Some remain unmarried, while others stay with others."
Song Yue looked at him, his eyes searching. "Aren't you a notorious villain? If that's the case, why bother? If you like her, why not just snatch her away? After all, anyone destined to marry her is just an ordinary person, so you still have a good chance of winning. If she doesn't want to, then you can just take her by force. Have you heard of this phrase? If you don't understand, go to the flower market and buy a copy of 'She Runs, He Chases, She Can't Escape'."
Song Xieqing frowned, "When did I ever say I liked her?"
Hearing this, Song Yue glanced at him suspiciously. Although Song Yue now looks like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, he is nearly a thousand years old. He has an old demeanor, but his words and actions are extremely absurd. But he is the direct disciple of the Moon Goddess after all. The Nine Heavens have been looking forward to such a talented prodigy for thousands of years. The gods in various palaces regard Song Yue as a hot commodity. He has never misunderstood the word "love", but the human god in front of him is like this to him?
He made two "tsk tsk" sounds. Men understand men best. It is normal for words to not mean what they say. The human god's words were a rhetorical question, not a direct denial.
Later, when his wife ran away with someone else, he became obedient.
Song Xieqing had long heard that the Moon God's disciples were rare geniuses, but he had never imagined that he would be so dissolute. Song Xieqing asked, "If the girl you like falls in love with someone else, would you steal her away?" He recalled Song Yue's words and curled his lips. "Rob and rob?"
Song Yue waved his hands. "Hiss, how can I answer you when you ask me that? I've never had a favorite young lady, so how can I compare? Besides, you're asking a Moon God who will one day be in charge of marriages across all realms to talk about love? You're quite humorous... If you ask, I only have one piece of my favorite flower cake left, but I'm not the only one who wants to buy it. So, Lord Human God, I might as well tell you that the one who wants the exquisite cake must be me."
As his distant thoughts returned, Song Xieqing suppressed his desires. He looked at the beautiful young lady in front of him, and a subtle touch of emotion flashed between his brows. Zhu Hao was actually a good girl, but he probably had no feelings for her yet, or at least the love was very remote.
He found that the divine punishment had retreated into his body, the curse was no longer visible on his skin, and his body no longer felt any stinging pain.
She has not yet become engaged to Shi Chunsheng, but she only has two years left to live. It is difficult for Song Xieqing to take the last step. This trip is not only to seize someone's love, but the young lady he wants to seize is also the beloved of his descendants.
He touched his chest, wondering how long this curse would last.
Song Xieqing stood up and casually put on the clothes scattered on the ground. Although the night before Zhu Hao was endless, she could already hear the noise. She covered her chest with the quilt and said, "You..."
"Good luck and get dressed."
Her thoughts were slightly dulled, as if she had glimpsed some profound secret. Zhu Hao lowered her voice and said, "Song... This kind of hidden illness is not incurable. You must not give up on yourself. Don't worry, I will definitely not tell anyone about this."
No wonder!
Although Song Xieqing wanted to completely escape the heaven's punishment, he never actually had sex with Zhu Hao. For example, just now, he seemed to be at ease, but in fact, every step required a big move after a small test. Zhu Hao originally thought that Song Xieqing was testing whether she would refuse, but it turned out that it was not him who was being polite, but Song Xieqing... was simply not capable of it!
Thinking about this, Zhu Hao suddenly felt that she didn't like Song Xieqing that much...
After Zhu Hao finished speaking, Song Xieqing did not respond for a long time. With a light laugh, the dark inner room suddenly became bright.
Song Xieqing had already put on his clothes, but his collar was not yet straightened. He suddenly grabbed Zhu Hao's exposed ankle. Zhu Hao was frightened, but Song Xieqing had already imprisoned her on the bed.
Seeing this, Zhu Hao offered words of comfort for the second time, "There's no need to force it..."
Song Xieqing had a smile on his face. He lifted Zhu Hao's chin and said, "You are quite considerate."
Zhu Hao could actually taste a hint of Song Xieqing's gnashing teeth in these short eight characters.
He suddenly felt like teasing her, moving closer and closer to her, just a hair's breadth away from kissing her again. "In that case... shall we try again?"
Seeing Zhu Hao tense under him, Song Xieqing smiled. Their breaths intertwined, and when they were about to kiss, he flicked a finger at Zhu Hao's forehead. In a flash of green light, Zhu Hao fell into a deep sleep.
He raised his finger slightly, wishing that the skirt that had fallen to the ground would be put on neatly in an instant.
Song Xieqing stepped out of the lingering charming room, glanced at Miaoli who was leaning against the window and dozing off, then his eyes fell on the courtyard - it was very different from a hundred years ago. Although the layout remained the same, the courtyard was more lively, with various flowers and plants planted on the open space, bonsai placed under the corridor, and a swing hanging diagonally, all in the style of a little girl. Only a century-old pomegranate tree in the middle looked wilted. Song Xieqing raised an eyebrow. Could this house be so lively now that it has a hostess?
Song Xieqing walked forward and pushed open a corner of the door. There was a man standing outside the door. It was Shi Chunsheng.
Shi Chunsheng had been waiting for Zhu Hao at Fu Yunshang, but by noon, she still hadn't shown up. He learned through Fang Xuyin that Zhu Hao had gone to the prison to see Zhu Lanxiang, and he was deeply worried. Add to that the sudden downpour, and he wondered if she had brought an umbrella. Furthermore, she was so frail that she couldn't withstand even the slightest bit of wind and rain...
He chased to the prison, but Zhu Hao had already left. Shi Chunsheng asked passers-by and vendors along the way, and heard that Zhu Hao was being dragged by a young man and was running towards Zhu's residence.
Shi Chunsheng went to Zhu's house in a hurry, but before he could knock on the door, it was already open.
The man in front of him was extremely tall, with a clear mind and a handsome appearance. He recognized him; he was Zhu Hao's ex-husband.
At that time, Song Xieqing's clothes were loose, his hair was messy and wet, his neck was flushed, and his body was inevitably stained with the smell of medicine, and even the sticky fragrance of women's sweat could be smelled. Song Xieqing's lower lip was red and swollen, and the corners of his lips were stained with the woman's bright-colored lip balm.
Because of Shi Chunsheng's contemptuous look, Song Xieqing realized that he was now as dissolute as he had been afterwards. He raised his sleeves to straighten them.
Shi Chunsheng frowned and clenched his fist. He was usually a very polite and reasonable person, but at this moment, he immediately threw a punch.
There is no order at all.
Song Xieqing turned his head away and glanced at Shi Chunsheng with a deep look in his eyes.
This boy should be the fourth generation, and Shi Chunsheng has more or less the blood of his younger brother.
Shi Chunsheng asked, "Who are you?"
Shi Chunsheng wanted to ask him who he was blessing, but he got so angry that he blurted out the answer.
Song Xieqing crossed his arms, "Your ancestors."
After saying that, he actually found it funny. It was the first time that Song Xieqing met the junior, and he actually fought with him for the girl.
Shi Chunsheng thought it was just nonsense and felt that this person was even more dissolute. "Since you and Pian Pian have already divorced, how could you enter her house without permission?"
Although Song Xieqing had left Huaicheng for a year, as the guardian of the city, he knew everything about the people. Naturally, he also knew that the divorce was a temporary measure used by Zhu Hao to silence the public.
So Song Xieqing said, "Just take something old."
"Mr. Song comes and goes as he pleases, just like you married her a year ago and abandoned her as you please? You and Pian Pian were married for only a few days, and you left her alone..." He stared at Song Xieqing and said word by word, "You are not worthy of being her husband."
Song Xieqing frowned for a long time, then said, "Then I won't leave."
When the situation became tense, the main door of the house opened. Zhu Hao was confused. Seeing the two people standing opposite each other, there was an indescribable atmosphere. She trotted forward and pushed them both back a step.
Seeing Zhu Hao's dress neatly arranged, Shi Chunsheng couldn't help but ask, "Did he bully you?"
After this question was asked, Zhu Hao fell into deep thought. She remembered that she bumped into Song Xieqing when she was walking to Fu Yunshang, and then he dragged her all the way back to her residence.
He kissed her.
A light sip but a long kiss.
Other than that, there was nothing else... but she had one thing she didn't understand: why did she wake up on the couch? Was she... asleep?
Zhu Hao turned his eyes to Song Xieqing. The man looked frank on the surface, but his clothes were a little sloppy.
Miaoli, who had been sleeping under the window, woke up. The three of them turned around when they heard the noise. Seeing that Zhu Hao didn't answer, Shi Chunsheng had no choice but to ask Miaoli, "Did Young Master Song bully Pianpian? Why were you taking a nap outside?"
Miaoli was about to wake up, her thoughts in a mess. She was stunned by the question, "...No." She said slowly, "I couldn't sleep last night, and just now I fell asleep, leaning against the window..."
Zhu Hao looked doubtful but didn't ask any more questions.
She knew the atmosphere was tense, and it was already noon. She thought it was too late to tailor her clothes, so Zhu Hao said to Shi Chunsheng, "He...his business was unsuccessful last year, and he lost all his gold and silver. He came back to get some things. I should return what belongs to him. Chunsheng, if you are free tomorrow, you can come to Fu Yunshang anytime."
How could Shi Chunsheng not understand what Zhu Hao meant? In this case, he only hoped that Song Xieqing and Zhu Hao would resolve their personal affairs as soon as possible so that they could completely separate.
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The author has something to say: cough cough cough
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Now if I really hate it after I finish it, how can I write it?
Next time I'm going to post something hateful, I'll make a note of what time it will be posted in the previous chapter (I understand)
Everyone should be his or her own protagonist woo woo woo (actually... I want to say), I really like to pick out the supporting characters of this book and open a separate book hh
Moon Goddess Song Yue and the koi fish demon Zhuo Shui from the previous chapters are the protagonists of the preview of "Pleasant God" ~ a funny CP...
I have something to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Normally, I update every other day during the summer vacation, which is the day after tomorrow. The next chapter will probably be postponed for a while (bow)
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