Chapter 148 Chapter 148 "Stop, she's a woman!"...
After parting in the rain in the palace, Gu Huaijin had originally made up his mind to fulfill her wish and break up with her.
The blood-stained note, without even a single reply, made him even more determined to break up.
After all, he never owed her anything. And he was deceived, betrayed, ignored, and left out from the beginning to the end.
His last name wouldn't allow him to love a mountain-thief, his mind wouldn't allow him to love someone so cold and heartless. He'd already loved her to the point of blood and flesh, his very self was a wreck for her. If he'd been smarter—he shouldn't have loved her any further.
Not to mention, there are also those words of Wu Dao, whose truth or falsity is unknown.
If what the dog said was true.
If what the dog said was true, he let the disaster in Tianshan go too easily.
Revenge of Tianshan.
He deserved to hate her.
So, he would never see her again. He wouldn't see her even if he missed her, even if he dreamed of her, even if he vomited blood, even if he knew she would give in. He just shouldn't love her anymore. To continue loving her would be betraying both himself and the mountain—don't be foolish.
Who would have thought that while he was trying so hard to temper his character, he would look up at the window and see her under the moon.
She was wearing a mask, but that didn't matter. In the darkness, her figure was as slender as a cattail. Even with his eyes covered, he could still recognize her in an instant.
She was smiling at people under the moon.
The person he hadn't seen for many days, whom he thought about day and night, hated during the day, and kissed deeply in his dreams, was smiling at him under the distant moon.
Did she remember not seeing him for a few days?
Do you remember that you refused to even let him see you?
How dare she smile at that man!
"My dear." He found himself trembling slightly, unable to control himself. His arms almost squeezed into her waist. His head fell on her shoulder, his forehead nuzzling against her ear. But his mind was filled with the desire to tear open her neck veins. "Who is this again?"
How come he was only released for two days and people were already waiting eagerly for him?
Waiting for him to leave and make room?
Why is it so... lovable?
Nan Qiong Shuang was too familiar with him. The way he looked like this—his arms were frighteningly hot, his heart pounding against his chest, he hugged her with such resentful and violent strength that it could hardly be considered a hug—was exactly the same as when they met again at Wuliang Mountain.
Her heart skipped a beat.
The next moment, he shouted at Yun Manyue who was flying towards him from a distance: "Don't come over!"
"Dear." Gu Huaijin hugged her tightly, and each word he spoke was very light, like the gentle shaking of a rattlesnake. "Who cares so much?"
"If you care so much..."
Nan Qiongshuang was panicked and surprised to see a hand stretched out from the side of her face, facing Yun Manyue who was running towards her from under the moon.
"...I kill one, that's all."
"Huai Jin!" She didn't bother to avoid suspicion in front of Yun Manyue, turned around and hugged him and threw him to the ground.
Gu Huaijin supported herself with one foot behind her back to keep steady, and her wide black sleeves with golden thorns fluttered for a moment in her sight.
Yun Manyue's Zhu Yingji had just swung half a full arc when it was blocked with a loud bang. Before anyone could see what had hit her, she suddenly felt her feet hanging in the air.
Before he could react, the azure night sky was already before him.
Yun Manyue had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and he was the only one who could beat others. He had never been suppressed to this extent. When he rolled down the roof, he was not only angry but also shocked.
Where does this person come from? !
"Good girl." Gu Huaijin slowly entwined her long hair between his fingers, playing with it while speaking softly, "If you hadn't pounced on me just now, it wouldn't have been the halberd that flew away, but his head."
Noticing her lips trembling, he pushed her face towards him with his hand wearing the white jade ring and asked in a good-tempered manner:
"Do you want to see it? If you want to see it, I'll show it to you."
Nan Qiong Shuang was trembling with anger. His inexplicable anger and desire were clearly pressing against her lower back, making her even more annoyed. She pushed him angrily, "Do you know what you are doing?!"
"Do you know what you are doing?" Gu Huaijin murmured gently and patiently, smiling and whispering softly:
"—you're killing him."
"Gu Huaijin!"
Call him by his first name.
Good, great.
He smiled slightly and sniffed the crook of her neck.
If he died, would she feel regret, pain, and realize that she was torturing him?
He felt happy when he thought of her kneeling beside his body, crying and wailing in agony.
"Be good." He hugged her tightly. Even though he knew that Yun Manyue, who was not to be underestimated, had already risen from the eaves, he just tilted his head and looked at her intoxicatedly. "If I die, will you agree?"
Her mind was not on him at all.
He just said to the person who flew up again: "Go! I'm fine, you go!"
"Let's go?" He stretched out his hand towards Yun Man Yue Kong again, still staring at her, "Still want to leave?"
Seeing that the energy around Gu Huaijin slowly swirled and trembled, and the gravel on the roof bounced non-stop, Nan Qiongshuang suddenly turned her head and said to him: "Don't agree, don't talk nonsense!"
Gu Huaijin was stunned for a moment, and the ominous smile on his face froze.
"Shuang'er!" On the other side, Yun Manyue leaped out of the night, holding a long spear, the red tassel under the spear as bright as blood. "Get out of the way!"
Gu Huaijin smiled.
Such a sweet call.
Nan Qiong Shuang only heard his cold laugh and knew that something was wrong, so she hurriedly said, "Huai Jin!"
Yun Man Yue's long spear slashed in the air, and the sharp blade reflected the blue cold moon in a flash.
The hems of Gu Huaijin's clothes and sleeves began to flutter.
When Yun Manyue's halberd was bent by the first piece of stone chip with a clang.
Nan Qiong Shuang finally spoke.
"Stop, she's a woman!"
There was a sudden silence all around.
Everything suddenly stopped.
Gu Huaijin's wide sleeves slowly dropped down without any wind, the air was still trembling slightly, making people's cheeks numb, and the broken tiles in the air began to fall down with a crackling sound.
Yun Manyue swung the halberd in his hand through the air, then returned to his body and landed on the upturned eaves opposite him like a swift. "Do you two know each other?"
"He won't hurt me." - But he might not hurt you, Nan Qiong Shuang said anxiously, "Go quickly!"
Yun Manyue made a quick decision and turned around, throwing the long spear in his hand into the air. A black shadow immediately jumped up and caught it in his hand. In an instant, the few people shrank into a few black dots and disappeared.
"He really has a background." Gu Huaijin laughed coldly, "He has excellent skills. I'm afraid there's no one else like him in Luojing City. He has a lot of flies following him."
"She's different from the others." Yun Manyue's instructions had completely subdued her. It wasn't so much surveillance as it was serving. She watched Yun Manyue's back disappear completely into the vast night, then turned back and pulled away from him: "Let go."
Gu Huaijin almost twisted her waist with his hands, his lips under the silk ribbon were pale and flatly pursed, his head resting on her shoulder, against the side of her face.
With each breath, his air brushed her earlobes and a section of her neck hidden in her hair.
He debated whether to take a bite.
Or, just bite it off.
"Let go. It's too high up here. People will see us if they look up. My colleagues could be anywhere." She tilted her head to look at him, then reached out to touch his face. "Be obedient."
Gu Huaijin silently turned his head to avoid her hand, but still held her waist and led her down from the eaves.
As soon as she landed, Nan Qiongshuang knew why he suddenly appeared.
Chang'an Avenue, Gu Mansion.
It happened to be right in front of his house.
As soon as she mentioned Chang'an Street, Nan Qiongshuang suddenly remembered that it was already late at night and there was no time to delay. No concubine had been in the Handan Palace all day. The Forbidden City had a thousand times more rules than other places, and there were eyes everywhere. The longer she delayed, the more mistakes she would make.
She pulled her arm out of his embrace and said, "I'm going back. I've been out of the palace for a whole day. If I don't go back, I'm afraid something will happen."
Gu Huaijin had just had a chance to be alone with her for a moment since he came back from Wuliang Mountain. He was about to take her hand and walk into the mansion, but unexpectedly she changed her face and acted so ruthless again.
Has she ever considered his feelings?
He thought calmly and peacefully.
He might as well die.
He had this thought countless times in these days, or even over the years.
If he died, he would be able to let go of the disaster in Tianshan, and she would know what pain and regret were. She would understand how helplessly he loved her, how he loved her so much that he would rather die than avenge her betrayal.
This kind of woman will never care about him unless she is heartbroken.
Gu Huaijin bent down so that his face was level with hers.
Nan Qiongshuang suddenly met his eyes, which were bound by black silk. His forehead was well-defined, with prominent brow bones and deep eye sockets. The silk band covering his eyes was actually stretched across his brow bones and nose bridge, leaving his eye sockets slightly sunken.
She looked at the pair of shallow depressions and inexplicably felt that they were facing two man-eating whirlpools.
Before he could speak, she placed a few fingers on his pale, cracked lips.
The two people's hearts seemed to be pulled by the same string, and they both skipped a beat.
"Vomiting blood again?" she asked softly.
It was so light that it made him feel as if a small snake was biting his heart.
He hated that she could shake his hatred with just a word.
"Whether I vomit blood or not is none of Your Majesty's business. Your Majesty is so carefree." His pale lips moved. "You don't do what you promised, you don't keep your appointments, you run to the Daming Palace every day, and you don't even bother to reply to my notes."
"Your Highness, there's no need to pretend to care about me." Gu Huaijin said with a smile, "I just want to ask your Highness, if I die, will you be happy?"
She couldn't understand why he wanted to die.
She stood there, staring at him in disbelief for a long time, wanting to say something but not a single word.
Gu Huaijin was pleased and relieved, and he rolled up his sleeves as if showing off a medal.
He took her hand and placed it on his wrist.
As soon as Nan Qiong Shuang's fingertips touched his wrist, she shuddered.
Dried, scabby, rough, cut.
It was long and deep, as if a sharp blade had been deeply embedded in it, leaving a small cross-section.
"Look, new ones."
Nan Qiong Shuang couldn't help shaking all over, and she didn't know whether she was shocked, angry or sad. She just felt the blood rushing to her head, and she couldn't see clearly in an instant.
"What are you going to do?" She squinted her eyes with difficulty, tears falling from her eyelashes. "Just because I said I want to break up?"
She was about to fall.
He was satisfied with this reaction.
Gu Huaijin supported her, cupped her cheek lovingly, and smiled contentedly, "Yes."
Madman. She found it increasingly difficult to understand what he did.
She froze in place, her chest heaving rapidly, unable to breathe as if she were drowning.
What do you want from her?
"Do you really know who you're in love with?" After a long moment, she only said this. "What do you know about me? What did you know about what happened back then? You keep chasing me and talking about love, but it's just because of what happened on Tianshan Mountain. You know so little."
He wanted to die, perhaps because he was in love but couldn't get her, or perhaps because he knew he shouldn't love her but couldn't let go, and was tormented by guilt.
That was so simple. She had a way of turning his love into pure hatred.
Hating her is better than committing suicide.
She said with a kind of resoluteness and joy, "Since that's the case, I won't hide it from you. Aren't you trying to ask me which of Wu Dao's words are true and which are false?"
"Then I'll tell you."
Her lips trembled constantly, but her eyes were as firm as two snow-capped swords. "In three days, I have something to do and will leave the palace. When I'm done, I'll come to your house. I'll tell you everything that happened back then. When you hear it all, you'll know how foolish you were to risk your life for me."
She left.
Gu Huaijin looked at the cold streets under the moonlight and felt himself cold and confused.
They hadn't seen each other for so long, and if he hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't even know he wanted to kiss her.
*
On the day of the Pipa Conference, Nan Qiong Shuang was so busy that she forgot everything and had no time to care about anything.
She got up at the hour of Yin and arranged for Qinglian to pretend to be sick on the couch. She also asked Yuanxiang to send a letter to Daming Palace, asking Daming Palace to help her if anything happened. Then she disguised herself and left the palace with a token, covering her face with a veil, and quietly blended in with the musicians who had heard the news and were queuing to enter the palace.
After the guard at the palace gate searched her and wrote down her name, he and Gongsun Hong, who was flirting with Chang Zhong at the palace gate, understood each other and went forward together, following her into a small, empty room.
As the door closed, a remarkable skirt was spread out on the gray couch in the dim sunlight inside the room.
A creamy white chiffon skirt, draped over a violet-colored, flower-sprinkled feathered gown, layers of tulle draped across the ground, creating a hazy, misty sheen. The gown itself was woven with flakes of gold, embroidered with fallen flowers, like white snow. The hem of the skirt, woven from an unknown material, shimmered and danced like snow.
Even in such a shabby, old and dark room with dim light, the skirt was radiant and gorgeous.
Nan Qiong Shuang was a little amused and walked over to twist the skirt: "It's just my skirt, why are you exerting so much effort?"
"You play the piano so poorly, and you're dressed so poorly. Even if I wanted you to win first place, I'm afraid the people below wouldn't agree." Gongsun Hong happily plucked her earrings. "Besides, I told Prince Ding I wanted two skirts, but they wouldn't give me any worse ones."
Nan Qiong Shuang laughed, not wanting to spoil her mood.
"Put on your makeup and get ready first. I'll bring you a necklace later. Which one do you want, the necklace or the eyebrow pendant?"
"casual."
Dressing up is Gongsun Hong's hobby, whether it is dressing herself or dressing others.
Gongsun Hong turned and walked out, clinging to the door and blowing her a kiss: "Prince Ding has an honored guest coming today. I'll do your makeup later."
Nan Qiong Shuang removed her veil and untied the brown cloak from her shoulders: "Distinguished guest?"
Outside the narrow room, the servants were busy in an orderly manner, running up and down in and out of the golden nanmu palace with nimble hands and feet.
Inside the main hall, colorful lanterns and floral decorations had already been hung, creating a scene of magnificent splendor. A smooth, flat platform stood in the center, with dozens of round wooden tables and hundreds of high-backed chairs in front, each furnished with tea, fruits, malt sugar, and cakes.
Chang Da has always been extravagant and ostentatious, and he cares a lot about his reputation. Today, the Pipa Conference has posted notices throughout Luojing. He must have brought out the best things and provided the best entertainment in order to spread the reputation of Prince Ding's hospitality and the grandeur of the palace throughout Luojing.
The first floor was where the capital's more prominent figures sat. Rising talents, strategists seeking recognition, renowned scholars, and merchants with extensive connections were all accommodated on the first floor.
On the second floor, there were famous dignitaries from the entire Qi and Song dynasties, such as the grandson of Prime Minister Wang Maoxing and the playboy Li Jingtai.
These distinguished guests were able to enjoy a private round table on the second floor, looking down at the game.
There is only one elegant room.
The agate bead curtains touched each other, and the fragrance of tea wafted through the elegant room. Sunlight filtered into the room through the carved windows, reflecting the hot steam from the tea rising upwards.
Prince Ding Changda, who was known for his murderous aura and whose stomping of his feet could shake the entire Luojing, personally poured a cup of tea for the person in front of him and nodded respectfully, "Please come in."
Opposite Chang Da, a crow-black sleeve was gathered by someone, and a slender hand with distinct joints calmly took the cup of tea.
"Is it still edible?" Chang Da said respectfully, "Mr. Gu."
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