Chapter 30 A Little Bit of Like
Huaiwu was not so ignorant. After thinking it over for a while, he felt that if he didn't leave, Xiao Zhinian would cut him into pieces with a look in his eyes. But he didn't want to refuse Chen Zhejiang's kindness, so he chewed the frozen rabbit meat twice and swallowed it whole.
He stood up and said to Xiao Zhinian, "I came to report that Yang Shihui went to the prison alone at 3:30 pm. I don't know who he talked to. He didn't leave until 2:25 pm."
Xiao Zhinian hummed coldly: "Keep watching him. Also, next time you report to me, choose a suitable time. Don't climb the window for me!"
Huaiwu: “…”
Before leaving, he turned his head to look at Shen Zhejiang's back. He felt that he looked very familiar. Could it be that the person who was in the posthouse with Xiao Zhinian last night was Mr. Shen?
Shen Zhejiang was not stupid either. With Huaiwu's sharpness, he must have guessed what happened between him and Xiao Zhinian. He turned around and glared at Xiao Zhinian.
But he himself did not notice the resentment in his eyes.
Xiao Zhinian opened his eyes excitedly. As long as Chen Zhejiang looked at him for a little longer, he would be happy for a while no matter what.
The meal took a full hour. When the two walked out of the restaurant, the sky had already darkened. The northern border was vast, the sky also seemed vast, and a full moon hung in the sky, which was very clear.
Shen Zhejiang and Xiao Zhinian walked for a while, and when they reached the entrance of the alley, they said, "I will go home first, and Your Majesty, please go back to the inn and rest."
Xiao Zhinian lied without blushing or beating his heart, and said, "Don't worry, sir, please walk with me. I ate too much and feel a little full."
Shen Zhejiang calculated the time and it wasn't too late, so he agreed: "Okay."
Luoyang City at night is not as prosperous as Beijing. There are no sky lanterns shining high, and no hustle and bustle of traffic.
Recently, due to the murder of an old man from the Han family, people have been in a panic. Not only pedestrians, but many vendors have closed their stalls early, leaving only a few large red lanterns hanging on the street, swaying in the wind.
Even so, Xiao Zhinian felt a rare comfort, and chatted with Shen Zhejiang casually: "Sir, how have you been these three years?"
Okay?
Shen Zhejiang thought about it and felt that it should be okay. He no longer worried about the past. The only person he was concerned about was the person who was next to him now.
But Shen Zhejiang couldn't say it.
"It's nice to be free and unrestrained, with nothing to worry about."
"But I'm not doing well," Xiao Zhinian looked bitter. Shen Zhejiang turned his head and still heard him talking. "I think about you every day and night, but you refused to come into my dreams at first. I thought you were mad at me."
Chen Zhejiang felt that it was necessary to tell Xiao Zhinian what was in his heart now, and said in a calm voice: "Your Majesty is still young, and the future is bright. There is nothing that time cannot erase, and there is nothing that cannot be let go. I know that the throbbing of youth is the most unforgettable, but not everything can go as planned, so..."
"Sir, are you telling me to let you go?" Xiao Zhinian paused, turned to Chen Zhejiang, and took a big step towards him, "What about Sir?"
The street was very quiet. Shen Zhejiang heard his heart being plucked, and the lingering sound of the strings vibrated in his ears.
"......minister?"
"Well, sir, you really have no affection for me?"
The tip of Xiao Zhinian's shoe touched Shen Zhejiang's. Shen Zhejiang almost stepped back subconsciously, but he didn't know that the consequence of doing so would only be being wrapped by Xiao Zhinian's tall and straight figure like a mountain.
He asked too bluntly.
Shen Zhejiang felt as if the tips of his ears were burning hot, his back was against the street wall, with no way to escape. He didn't dare look at Xiao Zhinian, for fear that the flames of desire in the young man's eyes would burn him to ashes.
"......"
Xiao Zhinian couldn't keep his words to himself, and he was eager to get a reply from Shen Zhejiang, even if it was just one word, some affirmative hints, no need to say more, then he could complete the rest of the journey for Shen Zhejiang.
He raised his hand to touch Shen Zhejiang's ears, leaned down, and with a hint of uncertainty, he apprehensively, tentatively, kissed the cold corners of Shen Zhejiang's lips.
As long as Shen Zhejiang doesn't resist, as long as Shen Zhejiang doesn't resist, he will...
Shen Zhejiang turned his face away, and Xiao Zhinian just barely brushed his cheek.
The air is both cool and hot.
"I have never been moved, not only towards Your Majesty, but also towards anyone else."
A wooden voice.
Deafening.
Xiao Zhinian seemed to be hit on the head with a stick, and smiled bitterly: "Before, the child in Zhao Jianji's family said that he had seen me, but I didn't understand it at that time. It was not until I saw you that I realized it. I thought you also had some feelings for me in your heart, but it turned out that I misunderstood."
"......"
Shen Zhejiang was silent for a moment, his fingers hanging down at his sides clenched the hem of his clothes into layers of wrinkles. There were several times when he wanted to ignore everything and express his feelings to Xiao Zhinian impulsively.
But, then what?
He is the kind of person who has to plan for the next hundred steps before taking fifty steps, and he has to look ahead and behind every step. Even if Xiao Zhinian and he have a mutual understanding, put aside all worldly rumors, break through the shackles and cages and get together, the ministers in the court will not agree.
Since ancient times, there has never been a precedent of establishing a male queen.
What's more, Chen Zhejiang has the identity of an imperial teacher. It doesn't matter if he bears the infamy for thousands of years, but he doesn't want to implicate Xiao Zhinian and make him be criticized and despised by thousands of people.
He can't get over this hurdle.
Shen Zhejiang pushed Xiao Zhinian away and said calmly, "Your Majesty has indeed misunderstood."
Xiao Zhinian said with regret: "Ah... then this matter will be difficult to handle."
"Hmm?" Shen Zhejiang asked in a questioning tone.
"I was thinking of discussing it with you, sir. If I can succeed in professing my love, I will hold a wedding banquet in Luocheng and let you marry me. This way, we can lure out the thief," Xiao Zhinian said half-jokingly as he laid the steps brick by brick. "But then again, I did marry you once. Do you remember?"
Shen Zhejiang said: "It happened so long ago that I don't remember it anymore."
A trace of desolation flashed across Xiao Zhinian's eyes, but a smile appeared on his face: "That's right, it's been too long, it's normal that you don't remember it."
Then there was no sound.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at Shen Zhejiang's residence.
"We have arrived. Your Majesty, please stop."
Shen Zhejiang took out the key, opened the copper lock, stepped over the threshold, and turned to Xiao Zhinian who was standing outside.
Xiao Zhinian hesitated and put down his raised foot, nodded and said, "Okay, sir, go to bed early."
Chen Zhejiang closed the door, and through the crack in the door he could vaguely see Xiao Zhinian's figure standing there, it was a little blurry, and only the outline could be roughly seen.
After a long while, Shen Zhejiang turned around and walked into the house, returning to the cold and desolate little house that belonged to him alone.
And what about Xiao Zhinian outside the door?
He felt that was not a solution.
Shen Zhejiang was too stubborn. He refused to say anything and was very thoughtful. He didn't believe that Shen Zhejiang didn't have a little bit of love for him.
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