75. Defensive Midfielder
Lou Zhi led his army away in a mighty manner, and in the end he never saw Xuanyuan Ying.
Xuanyuan Ying has been very depressed recently, but he still forced a smile when facing Yun Zhihe.
The two of them get along awkwardly.
He also understood Yun Zhihe's meaning, and with the advice of Eunuch Li, their relationship was barely maintained as that of private lovers.
To outsiders, she was young and promising, a courtier who strictly observed etiquette and had outstanding abilities, and was always summoned to the study.
But it is Your Majesty's little selfish desire.
Xuanyuan Ying pursed his lips and dipped the tip of his pen into ink. Yun Zhihe was grinding the ink beside him. At first glance, it seemed no different from before.
Before she became an official, she would often grind ink and play the piano for him, and the two of them would be as quiet in the study as they are now.
Xuanyuan Ying spoke to break the silence.
"I... I..." He glanced at her, guessing that she was also at a loss about this, so she wanted to say something but stopped herself, and finally refused to say anything.
Yun Zhihe paused and put down the ink stick in his hand.
She is not an irresponsible person. Throughout history, a man's chastity is the most important thing. Since she is with His Majesty... she has to be responsible.
But the disparity in their status led them both to talk about marriage.
She could see clearly that since His Majesty regarded her as his lover, she would play the role of lover well and please him with all her heart. There would be a day when he would get tired of her.
At that time, Yun Zhihe would be able to turn around calmly and stop pestering her.
Yun Zhihe asked softly, "Your Majesty, how is it?"
Xuanyuan Ying looked up at her, also embarrassed. They both had no experience in being a couple. He was clearly filled with joy, but he couldn't say anything.
She used to be the empress of the late emperor. The late emperor was a romantic man with many beauties in the palace. He always sat on a high throne, looking down with bored eyes as they quarreled with each other, and then begged him to uphold justice.
He used to feel it was meaningless.
They competed for favor, heir and position from the late emperor, but they were not as good as him in competing for power from the late emperor. He snatched the throne from the late emperor inch by inch.
Xuanyuan Ying struggled to climb to a high position and overlook the world. He was bound by the Xuanyuan clan, but was also surrounded by the Xuanyuan clan.
At that time, he just lazily lowered his eyes and fiddled with the jade seal in his fingers, feeling that nothing could move his heart anymore.
But he fell into the river of joy, worried about gains and losses, and became the resentful man he once despised and hated.
Xuanyuan Ying took a deep breath and looked up at her.
Then he leaned in slightly, and their faces slowly came close. Yun Zhihe was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, but did not dodge, and also leaned in slightly.
Then press lips together.
A warm current suddenly flowed from the tip of his lips to his chest. Xuanyuan Ying's eyes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes carefully again.
It was raining outside, the earth was blooming with spring, and the melting ice and snow made a sound of dripping water. They kissed gently in the house, like a devout lover.
Xuanyuan Ying slowly loosened his lips and slightly opened his arms, "Jinniang, hug me."
Yun Zhihe took a deep breath and leaned over to hug her. The two of them were in a posture that seemed like they were whispering and rubbing each other. Xuanyuan Ying put his head on her shoulder and spoke softly.
"I've always wanted to do that."
He pursed his lips and closed his eyes.
I want to have it all to myself, to have it belong only to me.
God knows how jealous he was when those princes who had no blood relationship with him were with her.
At that time, Yun Zhihe was unconscious because she had been kneeling in the wind and snow for three days and three nights. Qin Duan took care of her day and night, and sat by her bed with a gentle voice, gently telling the unconscious Yun Zhihe about the past.
There was absent-minded tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes, and his fingertips caressed the corners of her lips and face.
Said softly.
"...Jinniang, my brother is back."
"Remember... to marry me..."
Then he fell into a deep sleep.
Xuanyuan was busy with government affairs at the time and could only deal with the memorials as quickly as possible. He secretly went to see her at night and saw this scene again. His throat felt sore and painful.
They can all stand shoulder to shoulder with her. The second prince can ask for marriage in a spoiled manner, the eldest prince can express his love directly, Wen Yanhe can walk shoulder to shoulder with her, but he is the only one who cannot.
It is not tolerated by the world, it is not tolerated by the court, it is not tolerated by her, or... it is not liked by her.
Xuanyuan Ying lowered his eyelids to hide the memories, with a trembling and slightly relieved joy in his eyes.
……very nice.
Being able to hold her, being able to... get her before anyone else.
This wonderful atmosphere continued.
“Hmm—”
Suddenly, Yun Zhihe chuckled, and the ending tone was trembling and clear, which was particularly pleasant to hear.
She seemed to be in a daze just now, lowering her eyes to look at the top of his head. The black jade gold crown was pinned with a beautiful hairpin with tiny beads, which sparkled in the sun. It was particularly luxurious and made him look even more handsome.
...It's rare to dress like this.
Yun Zhihe said softly.
“…This one looks good.”
Xuanyuan Ying paused, pursed his lips, and was a little confused by her words, but when he looked at her, he suddenly understood.
The tips of his ears turned red as he responded softly.
"It's... the hairpin my father gave me when I got married."
His father stroked his eyebrows and added makeup for him, saying that Ying'er's appearance was unparalleled in the world and he was so beautiful that the hairpin would be the icing on the cake and he would definitely win the favor of his wife.
At that time, Xuanyuan Ying just calmly looked at the blurry, yet still graceful reflection in the bronze mirror.
Today's attire was all carefully chosen. The waist was wrapped with a girdle, and the robe was embroidered with dark patterns. It was luxurious yet had a touch of lightness and nobility. The hairpin was also found by chance by Eunuch Li, who gently pinned it on him.
He paused again and pursed his lips, feeling a little annoyed.
Which woman in the world could be completely indifferent to the fact that her husband is a second-married man? He actually... even mentioned the word "get married".
Xuanyuan Ying was a little stunned, and then he started to explain in a low and hoarse voice.
"I... married the late emperor without any feelings." He lowered his head, and his fingertips that were grabbing Yun Zhihe's clothes trembled slightly.
"I am not her husband or wife either. You should know that."
He had left in a hurry earlier, and was afraid that Yun Zhihe had not seen the bloodstains on the mattress after a night of lovemaking. He felt a tightness in his chest, so he reminded her softly.
"...Still, innocent."
He concealed the desolate coldness in his eyes.
...If I had met her earlier, it would have been great.
Yun Zhihe nodded, and suddenly remembered something, his fair face flushed slightly, "Your Majesty... I know."
She also lowered her head, and their breaths intertwined, but neither dared to look at each other.
The atmosphere was temporarily filled with a dull silence.
Having said that, Yun Zhihe took a deep breath, but his voice couldn't help but sound deflated, the tips of his ears turned red, and his voice became hoarse and light.
"Your body...are you alright?"
She saw him staggering as he walked that day.
She was stupid that day, like an irresponsible and dissolute woman, letting him cry and then staggering out alone.
Yun Zhihe felt extremely guilty when he thought about it now. He always thought Cui Mingyu was a playboy, but he never thought that he was the same.
Xuanyuan Ying paused, buried his head in her shoulder again, pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and was about to say "nothing" as usual when he paused.
He is just like this, with a personality somewhat similar to Lou Zhi's, otherwise they would not have become good friends. He is equally indifferent and unwilling to show any vulnerability.
The most he would do was a soft "hmm," then look up at others coldly, frown slightly, and say in a hoarse, indifferent voice, "...Nothing."
He treated his friends like this, his subjects like this, and his relatives like this...but he didn't want to treat his lover like this.
So, he wanted to say something else now.
He swallowed the awkward and difficult "Nothing", exhaled lightly, his chest drumming like thunder and his voice hoarse.
"…My back hurts."
This time it was Yun Zhihe's turn to pause.
Her face suddenly turned even redder, and she wanted to do something in a panic, but finally suppressed it. She just continued to hug Xuanyuan Ying's waist, lowered her head, and said something sullenly.
"Feel sorry."
"I……"
She really couldn't figure out what to do.
His mind, which was burning with joy, suddenly became a ball, his hands were in a panic, and his face turned red.
He was so embarrassed that he even said something more irresponsible, "I'm sorry."
So, should I coax, hold, give medicine, or... rub...?
That’s right, knead.
She felt an inexplicable itch in her throat and was very nervous. She slowly reached out to touch his lower back and whispered softly as Xuanyuan Ying's body suddenly stiffened and tensed.
"I will rub it for you."
Yun Zhihe's fingertips gently massaged the protruding spine.
She could feel the restraint and slenderness of his waist, as well as the well-proportioned and beautiful muscles covering his bones.
It seemed that he could still vaguely remember that night... Yun Zhihe suddenly froze.
Xuanyuan Ying did not respond, but just let her rub it gently. He paused, and when she froze, he suddenly climbed up her neck.
Look into her eyes.
Ya Sheng looked into Yun Zhihe's eyes stubbornly.
"Don't say 'minister' or 'you'. I... don't like to hear it."
"I will give you a massage."
Listen, this is what she just said.
Distant and gentle.
It was as if to remind Xuanyuan Ying that there was an insurmountable gap between them, and to remind him of his wishful thinking and seduction.
He felt the body temperature on his lower back and closed his eyes, with a blush at the corners of his eyes.
His arm clasped around the back of her neck, his inky black hair framing her beautiful eyes and eyebrows, as if showing weakness, and then—
He raised his eyes to look at her, and his eyes, which had always been calm and cold, seemed to be tinged with a trembling agility like mist. He just looked at her with his brows slightly furrowed, as if pleading.
“…Don’t say that.”
His eyelashes trembled and a hoarse, rasping sound came from his throat, as if he were mumbling to himself.
"I like you so much."
He closed his eyes, but his words were irrelevant, like an impromptu joy, each word mute in his heart.
"I'm not an emperor, I'm just your husband."
He pronounced the word "My dear" in a particularly hoarse voice, as if it was expressing love that was forced out, and it also carried a kind of lustful aura.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her with a lazy trembling look, his eyelashes like fluttering butterflies. He stretched out a hand and covered Yun Zhihe's fingertips at her lower back.
Then he said, "As for rubbing the waist——"
He slowly leaned his head on Yun Zhihe's shoulder, his voice a little dull and hoarse.
"...You can also rub it on the bed."
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