The First Life of Jun Conglan x Lan Shuang Extra Storybook
It is said that ever since Ming Wang supported the young emperor to ascend the throne, he has been acting as regent in a very inconsistent manner, often not attending court and leaving everything to the young emperor to handle. The young emperor would only send someone to find him when he could not handle the matter.
It was spring, the weather was fine, the willows were green and the flowers were red. The young emperor was very pleased and thought of inviting the King to the palace for a chat. Wouldn't it be a wonderful thing for the uncle and nephew to enjoy wine and watch the spring?
However, the eunuch left excitedly and came back deserted.
The little emperor frowned: "Where is the uncle?"
The eunuch said sheepishly, "The Prince Regent said he's been obsessed with reading lately. He appreciates the Emperor's kindness, but he's newlywed and needs to spend more time with the Princess."
Little Emperor: “…”
The young emperor said: "Uncle Royal is so talented and yet he is so devoted to his studies. It is truly rare."
He sighed and said, "I must learn from my uncle. Well, I'll give this pot of wine to my uncle and tell him to take care of himself. I'll go back and review the memorials."
"yes."
The eunuch turned around and went to the Regent's Palace again.
He still didn't see the figure of Ming Wang, and was stopped halfway. He was coaxed out in a daze without seeing anything.
Yu Xiao and Yu Heng stood side by side in the corridor. Yu Heng held up the exquisite wine jug and laughed, "Should I give this to you or not?"
Yu Xiao glanced at him and said, "If you have nine lives, go and give them away."
Yu Heng shrugged: "Forget it, let's keep it for now. If the prince comes out tonight, maybe he can use it."
Yu Xiao: “…”
The prince in question was sitting in a yellow pear wood armchair in the study, holding Lan Shuang's hand and writing something.
It’s just that Lan Shuang’s hands were shaking so badly that she couldn’t write normally. The words she wrote were crooked and looked as horrible as if ants were crawling on them.
If Ming Wang hadn't held her hand from behind, she wouldn't have been able to write it at all.
Lan Shuang gritted her teeth and said in a broken voice, "Jun...Conglan! You, you are nothing!"
Ming Wang raised an eyebrow, reached out with his other hand to push her sweaty hair behind her ear, leaned in and kissed the side of her face, "You seem to be very smooth when you scold me."
Lan Shuang: "...I still want to bite you..."
"Sure, you're welcome to bite me. Let me see where is the best place to bite."
Ming Wang's skin had been so thick through practice that it was impervious to swords and spears, thick enough to serve as a city wall. He looked down at himself after he finished speaking, "Hmm, my shoulders are hard, my arms are hard too. Where should I bite?"
Lan Shuang: “…”
This man appeared to be a gentleman, and he could talk dirty without blushing or breathing heavily, but in fact he was merciless when it came to tormenting her.
She felt like she was galloping on a horse across the grassland.
Unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed Ming Wang's hand and bit his fingers hard.
Ming Wang's body tensed up, but he smiled even more happily. "Bite it. Can't write anymore? Then I'll do it."
He took the pen, held Lan Shuang in one hand, and wrote a line of words on the paper with the other hand.
Lan Shuang looked down and almost fainted.
On a certain day of a certain month in a certain year, the King Ming and his wife were in their study, enjoying a storybook. The content on the storybook was completely unheard of. The King Ming was puzzled, so he tried it out with the wife. The wife was shy and covered her face with tears many times. The King Ming was very pleased and felt that his wife was lovable. He wrote down the storybook to keep as a memory, to read it back in his old age, never to lose it or forget it.
"Jun Conglan!" Lan Shuang's voice was a little tearful, "You old scoundrel!"
Ming Wang readily agreed and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Well, you are a hooligan on your own."
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The Second Life of Jiang Han x Lan Shuang's Extra Chapter: Illness
After being with Lan Shuang, Jiang Han's bipolar disorder attacks became less frequent. Perhaps love really can heal everything.
But low frequency does not mean non-existent. Every time a manic episode occurs, Jiang Han becomes extremely excited. He cannot sit still or do nothing, and must find something to vent.
He used to have a tendency to self-harm and would always lock himself in his room and refuse to come out to avoid hurting others.
After getting married, he was with Lan Shuang. Fearing of hurting Lan Shuang, he secretly put up chains in the guest room with handcuffs and leg cuffs at both ends. Whenever he had an attack, he would lock himself in the room and wait until the initial stage was over.
But Lan Shuang was so perceptive that she noticed his abnormality early on. Seeing him go to the guest room, she followed him. When he was about to lock the door, Lan Shuang pushed it open.
"I thought we were husband and wife, and you could trust and rely on me more."
Lan Shuang did not question or lose her temper, she just looked at Jiang Han calmly, but Jiang Han was panicked.
Yes, he was panic-stricken. Even the arrogant Master Jiang could be in such a mess.
At that moment, Lan Shuang felt extremely heartbroken.
Jiang Han said, "I will hurt you, Shuangshuang. I don't want that. I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
His eyes were bloodshot, and he had obviously reached the limit of his patience. "I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you will regret it later. I'm even more afraid that you won't regret it."
Lan Shuang understood what he meant and stepped forward to hug him. "It's okay. I've decided to be with you for the rest of my life. I believe you won't hurt me. You need to vent your illness, but violence isn't the only way to do it."
Jiang Han was stunned: "You mean..."
Lan Shuang's hand slowly stroked upwards along his back, instantly arousing Jiang Han's lustful thoughts.
Finally, her hand stopped at Jiang Han's neck, and she used a little force to make him lower his head, "Kiss me."
Jiang Han's pupils opened, and then instantly became dark.
Reason ultimately lost to instinct, and he could never be rational in front of his beloved.
After this war without the smoke of gunpowder ended, Lan Shuang felt as if her whole body had been disassembled and reassembled. Nothing was the same as before, and everything was sore.
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