302, Zhuangzi
302, Zhuangzi
"Shall we ride back?"
"...Alright."
Lu Mingfei looked at the man and horse outside. When Zhao Lang asked him a question, the black horse stared at him with its big eyes, as if it could understand what he was saying. He knew that if Zhao Lang didn't get on the horse today, the temperamental black horse would not give up.
So on the way to Zhuangzi, they rode horses together, Zhao Lang rode his black horse, and he rode his white horse.
The white horse he rode was the one Zhao Lang had given him many years ago. The last time he went home, he had someone go to Prince Ding's mansion to bring the horse out. This time, when he went on a long journey, he also took the horse with him.
Perhaps because his white horse was raised in the stables of Prince Ding's mansion alongside Zhao Lang's black horse, his white horse always liked to follow the black horse. The bad-tempered black horse would turn its nose up at the other horses but only let his white horse follow.
Looking at the two horses huddled together, Lu Mingfei felt as if he were eating horse feed from the two horses one day.
A group of people were riding horses on the road.
Looking at the snow-covered ground, the whole world was covered in silver. If it weren't so cold, he would think the scenery here was nice. But because it was too cold, he had no mood to appreciate the scenery here.
The nights get dark quickly in winter. As they were on their way to the village, it was completely dark and snow began to fall.
Fortunately, the place where they were was not too far from the manor that Zhao Lang mentioned. Not long after it got dark, the group arrived at the manor.
When the steward of Zhuangzi learned that the young master of the host family had arrived, he hurried over with his men and said, "This servant greets the prince."
"Do you know me?" Zhao Lang looked at the man kneeling on the ground and asked.
"I have seen the prince before. You went out hunting with the prince and stayed here in the manor twice. You look very similar to the prince. I will not make a mistake." said the steward.
Hearing the steward's words, Zhao Lang recalled something that happened a long time ago and was stunned for a moment.
Lu Mingfei felt that Zhao Lang was unhappy, so he reached out and held Zhao Lang's arm, looking at this man with worry in his eyes.
Zhao Lang came back to his senses and gave the young man a look that said he was fine. The two of them looked at each other for a moment before he turned to look at the people kneeling on the ground and said, "Get up."
"Thank you, Prince." Upon hearing this, the servants kneeling on the ground stood up.
Zhao Lang's gaze returned to the man kneeling in the front and asked, "Are you the manager here?"
"Your Highness, it is I, your servant." The steward replied with a bow.
Zhao Lang nodded and ordered, "Find a few people to clean up the prey. We'll barbecue here later."
"Have someone clean up the two yards. We're going to stay here tonight."
"Yes, Your Highness." The steward stepped aside a little, gestured for invitation, and said respectfully, "There's a brazier in the room. Your Highness, please come in and have some tea."
Zhao Lang nodded and turned his head to look at the young man standing beside him. "Let's go inside and rest for a while."
"Okay." Lu Mingfei nodded and signaled Zhao Lang to go first.
After receiving the young man's gaze, Zhao Lang started to walk away. Lu Mingfei followed him, and he deliberately lagged behind by half a step and walked side by side with the young man.
The steward who was leading the way saw that their prince was so polite to Master Baizi beside him, but their prince did not introduce the other party, so naturally they, as servants, did not ask about it.
The steward led the prince and the guests into the house, and the serving maid brought tea into the house.
"Bang—"
It was just that the maid who brought the tea was too nervous and knocked the teacup to the ground.
"You clumsy thing!" The steward raised his hand and was about to slap the maid in the face.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
But before he could slap her, a hand grabbed her wrist.
The steward turned around and was met with a pair of eyes glaring at him. The owner of these eyes was wearing a mask that covered half of his face. However, judging from the half of his face that was exposed, the young man in front of him should be quite young, and he was a handsome young man.
But before he could guess the relationship between their prince and this young master, he met their prince's gaze and quickly stopped thinking.
"I was just teaching this clumsy maid a lesson..." The steward defended himself somewhat nervously.
"It's just a small matter. Just scold him a few words. There's no need to hit him." Lu Mingfei said.
"Prince, please spare me, Prince, please spare me. I didn't mean it..." The charming-looking maid crawled towards their prince crying, looking at him with a pitiful face.
When the woman's hand was about to touch the hem of his clothes, Zhao Lang took a step back and said with a cold face, "Get out!"
"Yes, yes, I will take this clumsy maid away right away. If you have any instructions, please call me." The steward glanced at the maid kneeling on the ground, apologized to their prince, and led the maid out.
Qingzhu, who was standing by, noticed their master's gaze, came over to pick up the glass fragments on the ground, brought in new tea, then closed the door and left.
“This…Alas!”
Before Lu Mingfei could say a word, Zhao Lang grabbed his wrist and pulled him over. The next second, he fell into a familiar embrace.
"Why are you pulling me?" As soon as he looked up, he met the young master's face full of unhappiness. What was this young master unhappy about again? Lu Mingfei asked this man, "What's wrong with you? Who made you unhappy again?"
Zhao Lang just pursed his lips and looked at Lord Lu without saying a word.
"Speak! If you don't speak, how can I know what makes you unhappy?" Lu Mingfei used both hands to pull the prince's cold face and asked the man.
"If you keep doing this, I'm going to give you the cold shoulder!"
“No!”
"You only allow the officials to set fires but not the people to light lamps? No one is as domineering as you!!!" Lu Mingfei was so angry that he poked the man's chest with his hand.
Zhao Lang saw the young man's upturned mouth and knew that Lord Lu was not really angry with him. He was unhappy because Lu Mingfei had just spoken up for the maid with ulterior motives.
Meeting Lord Lu's clear eyes, Zhao Lang didn't want to tell Lord Lu about the two men's plot against him just now.
However, he was still somewhat unhappy about Lord Lu's casual sympathy for women, "From now on, you are not allowed to help those women casually!"
"Ah? It seems you are angry with me for speaking up for that maid just now?" Lu Mingfei finally understood what Zhao Lang meant by "not allowed"!
"Well, she just broke a..."
"Mmmmmm!!!" Let me go, you bastard!
A hand pinched his chin, and Lu Mingfei only saw a magnified handsome face, and then his lips were kissed by the owner of this handsome face.
Zhao Lang didn't want to hear Lu Mingfei arguing with him over an unrelated woman, so he simply blocked the young man's mouth to prevent him from saying anything to anger him.
He didn't let go of the young man's lips until the young man gave up struggling and fell limp in his arms.
Looking at the young man's red cheeks and lips swollen from his kisses, Zhao Lang couldn't help but raise his hand and rub the young man's swollen lips with the tip of his thumb. Looking at the young man's rouge-like lips, his eyes darkened.
"Ming Fei, I don't want to hear anything about women from you, and I don't want you to lose your temper with me or give me a cold shoulder because of any woman. Do you understand?"
"You promised to be with me. In this life, you can only have me. No one else is allowed, not even one look at me." Zhao Lang knew how many girls in Kyoto liked Lu Mingfei, and how many had asked matchmakers to go to the Lu family to propose marriage.
He also knew that if he had not acted first, how could such a good Lu Zhuangyuan have fallen into the hands of a prince who was a hostage in Kyoto Prefecture?
Zhao Lang knew clearly in his heart that it wasn't him who chose Lu Mingfei, but Lu Mingfei who chose him. If troubled times came, with Lu Mingfei's talent, no matter who he stood beside, as long as that person was not stupid, that person would be able to stand at the top.
He wanted to stand at the top, but he wanted to stand there with Lu Mingfei even more!
When Lu Mingfei met Zhao Lang's eyes, he saw the deep affection and persistence in his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly realized that Zhao Lang loved him, and this love was greater and deeper than his love for him.
This man is afraid that he will be seduced by other women.
"Okay, I promise you. We agreed, didn't we?" He held Zhao Lang's hand, interlocking their fingers. He held up their interlocked hands to show Zhao Lang, telling him that he had never forgotten what they had said, and since it was a promise, he would not break it.
The two people's eyes intertwined, and just when their heads were about to lean against each other, there was a knock on the door.
“Knock knock—”
"What is it?"
Qingzhu, who was outside, heard the hint of displeasure in their prince's tone and knew that he had disturbed their prince's good fortune. He still said with a stiff upper lip: "Steward, come and report. The prey has been cleaned up. They are grilling the meat outside."
"I understand." As Zhao Lang spoke, his eyes were on the young man who jumped out of his arms at the sound of a knock on the door and was standing between his arms.
Afraid that Zhao Lang would continue to catch him in this room and do unspeakable things, Lu Mingfei touched his stomach, pretending to be very hungry, and said to the prince with a pitiful face: "Let's go out for a barbecue. I'm so hungry."
Zhao Lang couldn't tell whether the young man was truly hungry or just pretending to be hungry, but he still nodded and said, "Let's go."
"Great, I want to eat roasted rabbit legs!" Lu Mingfei grabbed Zhao Lang's hand and pulled the prince out.
***
“Squeak—”
The door of the room was opened from the inside. Qingzhu, who was outside, subconsciously looked up. When he saw the two masters, he lowered his head.
Lu Mingfei didn't know what was going on, so he grabbed Zhao Lang and walked out of the house.
Only Zhao Lang thought of something and pulled the hat from the young man's cloak over his head. "It's cold outside, put on your hat."
Lu Mingfei turned around and looked at the people who cared about him, a smile appearing on his face.
Zhao Lang's eyes fell on the young man's lips that were swollen from his kiss, and he felt a little guilty.
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