53. Moon
The news that Yun Zhihe wanted to get married was spread by the big-mouthed matchmaker, and all the unmarried men in the city went crazy. Uncle Wang flipped through the portraits of those men and laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close.
The moment the news came out, Wen Yanhe knocked on the door of the Yun Mansion. His eyes were curved with a smile, and he looked particularly clear and beautiful.
Uncle Wang opened the door and welcomed him warmly.
"This is... Young Master Wen! Long time no see..."
Wen Yanhe can be said to be familiar with Uncle Wang. After all, he watched Wen Yanhe and Yun Zhihe grow up together.
Wen Yanhe smiled beautifully, bowed gracefully, and followed Uncle Wang into the house.
"Young Master Wen, Zhihe has been summoned to the palace by His Majesty today and will not be back until tonight."
Wen Yanhe nodded, and Qingzhu came over to put cakes and tea for him. The two looked at each other, a dark light flashed in their eyes, and then they looked at each other in an instant and no longer looked at each other.
Uncle Wang paused, noticing that the two looked uneasy, and spoke in confusion, "Xiao Wen...what's wrong?"
Wen Yanhe lowered her eyes, picked up the tea, covered her lips and said, "Nothing, I just think Brother Qingzhu is fair and beautiful."
"More like that...vixen."
This vixen spoke each word clearly, with her lips enunciating each word, and she covered her face with her hands and chuckled softly.
But he was clearly a vixen, covering his lips and laughing secretly.
Wen Yanhe is the white vixen, clear and extraordinary, with a fairy-like fair complexion and charm.
Qingzhu paused, smiled at Uncle Wang without changing his expression, and then retreated.
Wen Yanhe really looked down on Qingzhu. He used to be jealous of his slender and charming waist. Now, he diets and tightens his waist every day, and his waist is comparable to Qingzhu's.
In addition, he was born into a noble family. How could Qingzhu, a lowly brothel boy, compare to him?
As a result, he looked at him with a bit of disdain.
But he was just a skinny and frivolous horse, and he got some special attention because of his body.
After a lot of twists and turns, he gave Uncle Wang a proper smile, showing the demeanor of a young master.
He coughed lightly, raised his eyes and asked, "Uncle Wang, but I heard that Madam Yun is going to choose a husband soon?"
Uncle Wang paused and nodded. He couldn't tell that Yun Zhihe had any feelings for Wen Yanhe. He just thought that the two were childhood sweethearts and smiled.
"Yes, Zhihe has left the selection to me. There are so many portraits of unmarried young men, and I've been quite busy lately."
Wen Yanhe nodded and chatted for a while about family matters.
Probably because the sky was getting darker, Uncle Wang saw that it was getting late and wanted to decline. Just as he was about to speak, Wen Yanhe seemed to see the hesitation on his face. She pursed her lips and made up her mind to speak.
"In that unmarried young man's portrait... am I in it?"
He spoke in a low voice, and it took Uncle Wang a while to hear it clearly, and he couldn't help but pause.
"Young Master Wen, you are now a male official of the imperial court, and your status is even more noble and special, so you don't have..."
Uncle Wang pursed his lips, testing cautiously.
He had lived for so long, so he naturally knew what these young men were thinking. They all smiled shyly in front of the woman they liked, and they were especially shy.
Looking at Wen Yanhe's expression, I knew what was going on.
What else can I do? I will win the heart of another beautiful man.
Uncle Wang couldn't help but feel proud of Yun Zhihe's charm, but he couldn't help but sigh that Young Master Wen, who seemed immoral and eloquent to outsiders, had such a gentleman's mind, which was straightforward and shy.
After hearing Uncle Wang's words, Wen Yanhe lowered her eyes and took out a piece of rice paper from her purse. With her slender white fingertips, she unfolded the folded rice paper, revealing the beautiful man in the painting.
It was Wen Yanhe.
He stood up and saluted with a normal expression, handing the portrait in his hand to Uncle Wang, his hair falling softly on his shoulders.
"Uncle Wang, you watched Zhihe and I grow up together. Now I won't hide my feelings. I am happy with..."
He pursed his lips, and the tips of his ears turned red.
He took another deep breath and assumed the composure of an official, then raised his eyes and looked stubbornly into Uncle Wang's eyes.
Uncle Wang paused, a little at a loss, and quickly pulled Wen Yanhe up.
How could he, a young master from a wealthy family and a male official,...come and pay such a great tribute to his lowly wetfather?
"Ouch... Ouch... Young Master Wen, please get up quickly... I'll take this portrait."
Besides... Uncle Wang really didn't know how to handle this obviously backdoor relationship.
Wen Yanhe was so straightforward because he just wanted Uncle Wang to consider him first.
He came from a prominent family, had a stunning appearance, was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his fu and poetry were praised by everyone. He was also a male official appointed by His Majesty himself, which was enough for his name to be recorded in history books.
...How is it not qualified?
Uncle Wang was flustered, but he chatted with Wen Yanhe in a gentle tone and sent him out of the mansion.
I feel so much emotion in my heart.
At this time, Yun Zhihe was invited into the palace by Xuanyuan Ying.
As soon as you step into the imperial study, you will be met with a silent darkness. The candlelight in the room is dim. Xuanyuan Ying is sitting quietly on a chair with a cold expression and thin lips that are rosy and shiny.
There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.
Your Majesty... has been drinking.
He held a wine jug in his hand, his fingers wet with wine, and his eyes seemed lifeless and calm.
When he saw Yun Zhihe coming, he just lowered his eyes to glance at him, then raised his head and took a sip of wine.
The wine beads slid down the neck and across the Adam's apple, which was particularly sexy.
This impending storm made Yun Zhihe pause. She bowed hastily without revealing even a hint of her trembling breathing.
The atmosphere was quiet. Eunuch Li had a strange expression on his face when he left. He glanced inside the house with sorrow, then sighed and left.
Yun Zhihe was still kneeling, looking down at the wooden floor.
After a long while, a hoarse voice with a strong smell of alcohol was heard.
"Why... do you want to marry a husband?"
Yun Zhihe's breath was caught in his throat.
Just as she was about to look up, Xuanyuan Ying stood up and walked unsteadily towards Yun Zhihe.
His dragon robe was changed, and he was now wearing a black robe. The solemn and noble black robe was particularly messy because of the wine spilled on it.
Exquisite boots appeared in front of Yun Zhihe.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Xuanyuan Ying staggered and suddenly fell into Yun Zhihe's arms. In an instant, his warm body was pressed against him, which was particularly warm.
Xuanyuan Ying paused, and closed his eyes as if with attachment. His heavy breathing sounded particularly hot on Yun Zhihe's neck.
He asked again in a hoarse voice.
"...Why, marry a husband?"
Yun Zhihe still didn't know how to answer. To be honest, she was not even sure what was going on.
Why are you angry, why are you drinking, why... can't you get married?
"minister……"
Just as she was about to speak, Xuanyuan Ying in her arms spoke in a low voice, with alluring magnetism and sexiness.
“…No.”
"I command you not to do so."
The ending sound is a long whisper.
Xuanyuan climbed up the back of Yun Zhihe's neck, his face flushed, his eyes slightly narrowed, and there was a watery light in them.
The thin lips soaked in wine were pressed against Yun Zhihe's neck, rubbing gently, which made his heart beat faster.
“Hmm—”
"……His Majesty."
Yun Zhihe paused, then suddenly pushed him away with a look of panic on his face.
Xuanyuan Ying paused, pursed his lips, then stepped forward and hugged her fiercely.
His voice was hoarse and his tone was out of control.
"Do you dislike my cold body and cold uterus? I have taken care of myself, but I can give birth to a daughter and raise a child for you..."
His infatuated look was particularly surprising on Xuanyuan Ying's usually cold and self-restrained face.
He should be aloof and superior.
How...how...can you show such an expression.
Yun Zhihe was now confused and pursed his lips, "Your Majesty, you..."
Xuanyuan Ying didn't answer her. He closed his eyes and spoke again in a low voice.
"Then you despise me for having been married..."
He collapsed in Yun Zhihe's arms, his clothes disheveled, his face flushed, and he could only mutter to himself in a hoarse voice.
"I am clean..."
Xuanyuan Ying closed his eyes.
His slender fingertips touched Yun Zhihe's fingers, transmitting his warm body temperature.
"The body is innocent... She has never touched me."
"His Majesty……"
Yun Zhihe didn't know how to answer.
Such a hazy and confusing scene made her feel helpless. She hugged the warm body in her arms again, her fingertips trembling.
She lowered her eyes and looked at Xuanyuan Ying's flushed face.
Or... love?
Does Xuanyuan Ying like her? Really...?
Your Majesty... likes her? Is that right?
Yun Zhihe's heart began to tremble, and waves of surging feelings hit her chest, even her eye sockets became strange, and her throat trembled.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
She wanted to say something.
The fiery words that suddenly rose up seemed to be about to burst out of her throat, but Xuanyuan Ying in her arms paused, and hugged her tightly, his breathing trembling.
"I, I..."
He pursed his lips in confusion, the strong smell of alcohol overwhelmed him, and in his sudden hug, he accidentally kicked the desk next to him.
Suddenly, all the memorials and books on the desk fell to the ground.
“Hmm—”
Xuanyuan Ying exclaimed, he staggered to his feet in a hurry, walked quickly to the pile of books, staggered and squatted down to search.
What Yun Zhihe wanted to say was surging in his chest, but was disrupted by his actions.
She followed and walked forward.
She saw Xuanyuan Ying kneeling in front of the pile of books, searching for something with red eyes and murmuring with a choked voice.
“No…no…”
"Your Majesty, what is it?"
Yun Zhihe wanted to ask what it was, but saw him crying. It was rare for this arrogant and proud man to be so fragile. His red lips trembled as he shed tears, and he searched through the pile of books anxiously.
He didn't answer, just cried.
My throat was choked with sobs and my fingertips were pressing harder.
Yun Zhihe wanted to speak, but suddenly heard his surprised cry.
"Found it—"
He suddenly picked up a scroll, placed it preciously on his chest, and tears wet his stern face.
Treat it like something fragile, holding it carefully to your chest.
Yun Zhihe suddenly choked. She saw the scroll in his arms, which depicted the faceless woman who once...she had never understood.
He cried and muttered to himself.
"Found it, my moon."
Only then did she understand how the faceless portrait of the woman could be, how calm and broken she could be, how she drank to relieve her sorrow, and how she could occasionally be tender.
His moon is not here.
There were moons in his eyes as he looked at Yun Zhihe.
She is a substitute for the moon.
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