73. Love
Qingzhu lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to burn the paper money in his hand, and said nothing. He just squatted in the corner, and the paper money on his fingertips slowly melted and dissipated.
He had originally had no expression on his face, and his handsome face looked even more ethereal in the smoke. After burning the paper, he suddenly smiled, and his smile was gentle and polite, as if he was deliberately adjusting his expression.
But his eyes were dead silent.
He closed his eyes, stood up, brushed off the dust on his body to cover up the traces of burning in the corner, and turned away without mercy.
He even chuckled when he bumped into other servants.
"Brother Qingzhu, where have you been so late?"
Qingzhu used her fingertips to tuck the loose hair behind her ears, revealing her smooth white complexion, and she smiled softly and hoarsely.
"I ate a lot last night, so I'm going out for a walk to help digest it."
The little attendant muttered, "No wonder my brother has such a great figure, it turns out he has a secret."
Qingzhu was wearing simple clothes, but his figure was as clear and graceful as a young bamboo. There were also many female servants in the Yun Mansion who liked him and showed their affection to him in both open and covert ways.
He politely refused them all, which only caused some young men in the mansion to talk about something... He was afraid that he wanted to be with Yun Zhihe and become the male owner of the Yun Mansion, without considering his own identity. He was just a prostitute who sold her body. He didn't even know if he was innocent.
Even though Qingzhu heard these words, she just looked at them calmly and smiled at them.
It makes people leave in embarrassment.
Yun Zhihe has been feeling uneasy these days. There is an inexplicable atmosphere lingering between her and His Majesty. Even when their eyes meet during the morning court, they will quickly glance away. The emperor and his subjects are polite to each other, and she seems to be just being his obedient subject.
She clearly looked up and met his deep eyes, but they both glanced away tacitly, as if it was a misunderstanding, leaving only a tingling and bitter feeling in her heart.
Wen Yanhe seemed to have sensed that something was wrong with her, so he was straightforward, narrowing his beautiful fox eyes and speaking directly.
"You've seemed rather absent-minded lately. What's going on?" He sneered. "...Do you have a husband you're happy with?"
But his eyes were fixed on Yun Zhihe, not missing a single expression.
Yun Zhihe did not answer. It was normal for court officials to travel together. However, Young Master Wen was too attentive. He came to Yun Zhihe right after the morning court and left the palace together, squeezing out Cui Mingyu's seat, which made her very depressed.
Cui Mingyu raised his eyebrows and saw Wen Yanhe go to Yun Zhihe again and touch Li Miaomiao next to him.
"Do you think her peach blossom has bloomed?"
Li Miaomiao blinked, observed it carefully, nodded, and murmured.
"Isn't it said that Young Master Wen is the flower of the high mountains?"
Cui Mingyu smiled and said, "Of course it was picked."
As he said this, he walked away with Li Miaomiao, laughing softly.
Although it was okay for officials to walk together, men and women should keep a certain distance in public. Yun Zhihe pursed her lips and spoke to him.
"Master Wen is free now, so go back quickly."
Wen Yanhe paused, his eyes moved slightly, and he knew in his heart that she refused to go with them. He took a deep breath and left.
"Tsk." Cui Mingyu, who was in the distance, watched Wen Yan and someone walk away quickly. His face was cold and he was stunned for a moment. He tsk-tsk'd a few times and asked in confusion, "How come the peach blossoms are gone when they reach my mouth?"
He walked forward and glared at Yun Zhihe a few more times, "Why not just become an immortal who doesn't like men?"
Yun Zhihe did not argue or answer, but continued to walk with them. However, Li Miaomiao noticed that she seemed to have something on her mind, so she asked softly.
"Madam Yun, what's wrong with you? You look so dull."
Yun Zhihe shook his head, pursed his lips and said nothing.
She had just arrived at the mansion and hadn't even had a cup of hot tea when there was suddenly a commotion at the door.
"Master Wen, you..."
Qingzhu was originally standing at the door guarding. At this moment, he saw Wen Yanhe wrapped in fox fur, with a few messy hairs hanging on his jade-like face.
A bit of stubborn embarrassment.
He asked in a clear voice, but raised his hand to stop Wen Yanhe's steps.
Wen Yanhe glared at him, his eyes red, "Get out of the way."
"Master Wen has lost his dignity by doing this. Wait until I tell Yunniang..."
"Don't you understand me telling you to get out of the way?!"
Wen Yanhe waved his hand to push him away and walked in. He rushed straight into Yun Zhihe's room and met Yun Zhihe's surprised gaze.
Qingzhu's slender jade-like hands were slapped red by him, and she just looked at Wen Yanhe's back gloomily.
The always handsome young Master Wen lost his dignity and looked down at Yun Zhihe with slightly red eyes.
"Yun Zhihe, let me ask you, are you really not interested in me?"
Yun Zhihe had not put down the teacup in her hand yet, and the tea soaked her fingertips because of the movement. She raised her eyes to look at Young Master Wen's red eyes, paused, and spoke again.
"Wen Yanhe...I really don't have any feelings for you."
"You and I are just like the little brother next door. We have been childhood sweethearts. I thought... you could tell the difference."
These words are bright, and it is time to make them clear.
Yun Zhihe realized something was wrong during these days. The once high and mighty fairy in the sky, Yun Zhongyue, became ignited with passion because of the man's low and hoarse crying, and understood what joy was.
She recognized something she had never known before, which touched her heart. Then, as if she had suddenly realized something, she looked at Young Master Wen, who was looking at her with shyness, hesitantly, and then invited her to go with him.
Warm words and joy for her.
She finally understood and decided to distance herself from him.
Wen Yanhe pursed his lips, and after hearing her words, he trembled and choked, "You... lied to me."
"I..." He blinked back the tears that kept flowing, "Do you know why I became that male official?"
Wen Yanhe took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Ever since childhood... What did Yun Zhihe learn? What poems did Yun Zhihe write... You're famous, and everyone's happy. I don't have such lofty ambitions, but, but..."
He paused, swallowing a sob.
"But you're so far away. I can only wake up early to study, forgetting to eat and sleep. They say I was born a boy by mistake... But, only I know that I want to catch up with you."
"I don't want to marry anyone else, I only want to marry you... I know you have lofty ambitions, so I want to be that male official, enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, and then get married."
"I've been delighted with you...for a long time."
Wen Yanhe's eyes were red and she almost burst into tears.
"You think I'm ethereal and charming, but how could you possibly know that the Second Prince and I were scheming against each other for a single person? I'm not bad-looking, and I have a slender figure, so why... can't you please me?"
He squatted down and looked up at Yun Zhihe who was sitting in his seat.
"My heart is toward the bright moon, but the moon does not shine upon me."
Wen Yanhe sniffed, feeling a sense of emptiness and pain in his chest.
How could he not know the hidden meaning behind Yun Zhihe's refusal to go with him? He was so smart, and there was a cunning clarity in his fox eyes that could make people happy just by looking at them.
How can you not understand?
"If you promise to love me, tell me..." Wen Yanhe closed his eyes.
His fingers trembled as he touched his collar.
"As long as you agree, even if it's tonight, it's fine."
Yun Zhihe paused, as if not knowing how to answer. She pursed her lips and reached out to grab Wen Yanhe's fingers that were about to tear open his collar.
"……Don't."
Just this kind of touch seemed to burn Young Master Wen. He pursed his lips, spoke in a hoarse voice, lowered his head, and his hair covered his dark eyebrows.
"I understand."
Then he stood up, tears streaming down his face, and left quickly.
The gentleman's etiquette was exquisite, but he ran crookedly, staggering, and looked very embarrassed.
Yun Zhihe lowered his eyes and put down the teacup in his hand.
Qingzhu just looked at Wen Yanhe's embarrassed back, then walked forward, handed her a handkerchief, and asked her to wipe the stains on her fingertips.
Yun Zhihe's eyes were a little dazed, and he only asked him softly.
"...What is love?"
She could understand the inexplicable swelling pain as joy, and even her heart felt soft and greasy.
But she still didn't know what love was. How should it be? Why should it be? How should it be done?
Qingzhu paused, then he smiled knowingly, squatted down, and looked up at Yun Zhihe's eyes.
The beautiful neck is like a swan, slender and white.
"Love is first and foremost lust."
"It's hard to suppress the outburst of emotions, and it's here."
He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched Yun Zhihe's chest, which was trembling slightly with breathing.
"Men and women long for obsession and then use their bodies."
He frowned, then smiled again, "This is what love looks like to me."
"It's lust."
His voice was gentle and slow, yet it sounded like words that could not be refused.
All he saw in the brothel was this kind of love.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, day and night, but in just one night, everyone's love disappears.
"Then..." Qingzhu's eyes were filled with a trace of confusion, "Then, it was inexplicably possessive."
It was as if he would deliberately destroy other people's covetousness for Yun Zhihe.
He was a lowly whore, but his possessiveness seemed to devour him, with cold eyes and a dark smile, he ruined other people's joy.
Qingzhu took a deep breath and smiled as if apologetically.
"I don't know what happened after that, but——"
He stretched out his hand, raised his head, slightly curved his clear eyes, and spoke in a hoarse, drawn-out voice.
"If you hold me."
"I will know what true love is."
Yun Zhihe was stunned for a moment, and the desire for knowledge overwhelmed her. She leaned over and gently hugged him.
Qingzhu closed her eyes in contentment, her breathing trembling, her warm body temperature transmitted, and she softly responded with their hug.
"Madam Yun, this is... love."
With his humble status, he embraced his god, and this embrace was love to him.
Yun Zhihe pursed his lips and let go of her hand after just a moment.
She said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I didn't feel it."
Qingzhu shook his head and said with a smile, "But, I felt it."
He raised his head again as if to comfort her, and gently reached out to touch her cheek.
"One day, I will make you feel real love."
The sunlight shone on his face with a dim dark light.
Qingzhu closed his eyes.
It doesn't matter.
He could always embrace his God again.
…
Such a wonderful proposition about love was still unclear at night. Yun Zhihe just stared blankly at the falling snow outside the window. It was soft and fine and was still falling.
She half leaned on the table, sipping her wine gently.
Her face was slightly red and her eyes were hazy.
...It shouldn't be like this.
But she still couldn't figure out what love was.
Eunuch Li held an umbrella to block the falling snow for Xuanyuan Ying and asked softly.
"Your Majesty... It's so late, and I came here specially to look for Madam Yun, because..."
Xuanyuan Ying said nothing. He glanced at Eunuch Li, and Eunuch Li obediently stopped talking.
He looked towards the house where the lights were still on.
"I just... want to see her."
He didn't understand why his feelings for her grew stronger, but he just didn't dare look at her.
The emperor, who had always been arrogant and condescending, glanced at her calmly and majestically. Only he knew that he was avoiding Yun Zhihe's gaze. He wanted to look at her, but he didn't dare to touch her eyebrows again.
The wonderful atmosphere between the two continues to this day.
Xuanyuan Ying wanted to see her.
Crazy about seeing her.
Xuanyuan Ying closed his eyes and walked slowly towards Yun Zhihe's house. He was wearing a black fox cloak, and the hem of the clothes embroidered with gold patterns was stained with a thin layer of blood, looking cold and awe-inspiring.
He still reached out his hand tremblingly and gently knocked on Yun Zhihe's door.
After a long while, a hoarse voice came out, saying, "Come in."
He saw that his wife Xiaoyun seemed to be drunk, curled up on the corner of the table, her beautiful cheeks were hazy and covered with a flushed mist.
It was as desolate as the moon covered with a veil, and a pair of legs were curled up, reflecting the cold moonlight.
Xuanyuan Ying's breath was caught in his throat.
Yun Zhihe could clearly see Xuanyuan Ying's figure in the dim light. She reached out and touched her forehead, whispering something in a hoarse voice.
"Again...into a dream."
She stood up, staggered, and tiptoed to his side drunkenly. She reached out and hugged him fiercely, dispelling the coldness from him.
Yun Zhihe's eyes were a little red.
“…Don’t come again.”
She hugged him, buried her head in his neck, and touched his slightly cold Adam's apple with her nose, as if she was begging in a mute voice.
"Don't come again..."
“…Please.”
Xuanyuan Ying trembled a few times, reached out to hug her, lowered his head, and the two hugged each other tighter. The smell of alcohol on her body could be smelled on his nose.
Listening to her crying plea in the tip of my ear.
"Why can't you come? Are you...hate me?"
A slight tremor.
Yun Zhihe felt his body temperature, half-closed her eyes hazily, and refused again.
“…Don’t come.”
There was a trembling tone in the crying voice, which was rare for someone of this age.
Just muttering to himself over and over again.
"Don't come into my dreams..."
"Don't come..."
Xuanyuan Ying lowered his eyes and suddenly listened to her soft and foolish voice.
"Otherwise...I won't be able to control it."
Xuanyuan Ying was stunned and his eyes widened in shock.
"Jinniang...I..."
Yun Zhihe looked up at him, her hair sticking to her face due to the wine, and she had a drunken charm.
She frowned slightly and looked at Xuanyuan Ying's eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly remembered something.
What Qingzhu said.
"Love is first and foremost lust."
It echoes in my ears over and over again.
First of all...lust?
Yun Zhihe saw Xuanyuan Ying's deep eyebrows in the dim light, and then his tall nose and lips, as if... he was saying something.
But, love is first and foremost... lust.
“Hmm—”
She suddenly raised her head and kissed Xuanyuan Ying's lips.
Their hot breaths blended together, and their lips were irresistibly soft.
After a look of astonishment, there was an emotion that could not be suppressed in the chest, and even the internal organs began to burn.
She pressed him down on the bed, and Qingzhu's gentle voice kept echoing in her mind.
She looked into his eyes, which were trembling but also had the spring feeling of melting winter.
She kissed him.
The author has something to say:
The beginning was a bit clunky, but... the end was very smooth. It's really fun to write this kind of weird stuff.
In the end, it was really a sex. Although I was drunk (my eyes were wandering), I didn't let Mr. He feel it clearly. I'm really sorry.
Yes, qwq click to pre-collect Beibao, the next one is "Mad Dog", which is a female-dominated, spoiled, crazy dog, and crazy man.
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