Chapter 79 Zhe Jiang, or, Concubine Shen?
"Don't call me sir."
Shen Zhejiang was exhausted and turned his eyes away coldly.
Xiao Zhinian made an "oh" sound, and deliberately leaned close to Chen Zhejiang's ear, blowing wet hot air: "If I don't call you sir, then what should I call you? Zhejiang, or, Concubine Shen?"
"...Enough," Shen Zhejiang's eyes were filled with mist, and everything he saw seemed to be covered with a layer of blurry gauze, "Xiao Zhinian, it's really enough..."
Let this ill-fated relationship of theirs end here.
"Enough for what? Not enough!" Xiao Zhinian said to himself with a hint of sarcasm, "You taught me yourself, don't you understand my character? I have never failed to get what I want. I want to stay with you until death."
Shen Zhejiang pursed his lips and stared at a copper lamp on the windowsill that emitted a faint light, ignoring Xiao Zhinian's words.
His short life can be divided into two completely different parts. The age of twenty was a watershed. The front was full of bright prospects and glory, while the back was full of desperation and deep sins.
He knew the condition of his body and knew that if he couldn't recover, he would probably be close to death.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Xiao Zhinian's tears kept sliding down his nose from his eye sockets without him noticing. He felt annoyed for no reason, and he didn't know whether he was angry with Chen Zhejiang or with himself.
But he kept his temper and spoke slowly.
"I just opened your clothes in front of Han Zitang to show him the traces of our love, and told him to get out of here. I didn't really do anything to you, did I?"
Xiao Zhinian held Shen Zhejiang's jaw with one hand and gently wiped his tears with his sleeve with the other hand. Soon his sleeves were wet, but Shen Zhejiang still couldn't stop crying.
"Don't cry, I will take you back to the palace."
......Return to the palace?
No, Shen Zhejiang can't go back.
He shook his head. If he went back to Yanqing Palace, he would be admitting in disguise the shameful physical intimacy he had with Xiao Zhinian. He couldn't do it.
"Can't......"
"Why not?" Xiao Zhi, who was young, easily guessed the reason and said calmly, "You are still thinking about him, right? He can satisfy you, and so can I. As long as you are willing, I can give you the vast territory. Don't you want to discuss matters in the court? I will have someone add a phoenix throne next to the dragon throne. You can sit on it if you want to, or not if you don't want to. It's up to you."
"......"
"Say something."
Shen Zhejiang said nothing.
In this silence, Xiao Zhinian's face became more and more gloomy.
He didn't want the expressionless, walking corpse Chen Zhejiang. He wanted the former Chen Zhejiang who would have a stern face when angry and a faint smile when happy, who would hit his palm with a ruler when he made a mistake, and who would wipe his face with a handkerchief when he rolled in the mud.
Why can’t we go back to the past?
Xiao Zhinian forcefully rubbed Shen Zhejiang's gaunt cheeks with his hands, and pulled the corners of his mouth to both sides with his thumbs, but what came out was an extremely ugly smile, which was even uglier than crying.
"It's not like this..." He tried hard to twist Shen Zhejiang's face based on his memory, and tried his best to squeeze out all kinds of smiles, but he felt something was wrong, and his brows furrowed tighter, "Chen Zhejiang doesn't smile like this, no, no, it's not like this..."
But Shen Zhejiang was like a soulless puppet, without any energy or spirit. He felt no pain at all and let him do whatever he wanted.
After a while, his face was covered with red marks from being rubbed by Xiao Zhinian.
But even so, Xiao Zhinian still refused to let him go: "Chen Zhejiang, smile for me."
Shen Zhejiang: “…”
Xiao Zhinian approached him fiercely: "Smile! I let you smile!!"
But I don't know what he was thinking of, and he suddenly pulled away.
As he threw away his sleeves, Shen Zhejiang's tired and limp body slowly slid down the corner of the table and sat on the ground.
He stared blankly at Xiao Zhinian pacing back and forth in front of him in an extremely violent manner, mumbling something from time to time, but he didn't listen carefully.
That's it, he thought.
It would be good if Xiao Zhinian was tired of him. At least he wouldn't make a fuss about his future death or even give up the throne.
“Ahem…”
Whenever Shen Zhejiang coughed, his lungs would be affected. He thought of the scar on his chest and even questioned himself why he didn't die early in Luocheng, but had to wait until now.
At the very least, Xiao Zhinian could still comfort his wise king's spirit in heaven.
When Xiao Zhinian heard Shen Zhejiang's weak cough, he suddenly stopped, turned back, took off his coat and wrapped Shen Zhejiang up.
Then he picked him up and held him horizontally in his arms.
Shen Zhejiang realized that Xiao Zhinian was going to take him back to the palace, and he resisted him extremely. Xiao Zhinian's slightest intimate touch made him feel nauseous, let alone hugging him like this.
"Don't touch me... Ahem!! Put me down..."
"Do you think I'm dirty?" Xiao Zhinian tried to hold back his anger. "My virginity is yours. I've only touched you. What qualifications do you have to dislike me?!"
After saying this, he strode out of the private room with big strides.
Qingfeng Tower had been cleared out, all the customers had fled, leaving only the trembling and bewildered owner behind the counter, with a circle of solemn-looking guards surrounding him outside.
The shopkeeper had no idea what was going on, and couldn't figure out which officers and soldiers he had offended. He timidly watched a handsome young man with a ferocious look hugging a struggling person and walking out the door.
Xiao Zhinian stood in front of the door. The cold wind and snow blew against his tall and handsome figure. He looked back coldly at the empty Qingfeng Tower.
“It’s been demolished.”
What? !
He wants to demolish Qingfeng Tower? !
Shen Zhejiang pulled half of his face out of his arms, but he saw Xiao Zhinian's hard and cold jawline.
Xiao Zhinian looked at him with cold eyes: "I said that if you dare to come to Qingfeng Tower, I will tear it down. You didn't remember my words."
"You are not Xiao Zhinian."
Chen Zhejiang was also as cold as ice.
The two of them faced each other in the snow, with the falling snowflakes wrapped around their gazes.
"His Majesty."
A guard led the horses to the gate.
It was obvious that Xiao Zhinian was enduring it, as if he didn't want to argue with Shen Zhejiang in the street anymore. He snatched the reins handed to him by the guard and jumped on the horse.
Xiao Zhinian was very skilled, and even when he had to free his hands to hug Chen Zhejiang, his movements were still smooth and fluid.
In the blink of an eye, both of them were sitting on the horse.
Shen Zhejiang was forced to sit in front of Xiao Zhinian, who tied the straps of his coat behind Shen Zhejiang's neck.
His hand paused for a moment, and when he saw Shen Zhejiang's loose hair, a wave of depression rolled up in his chest again. He simply took off Shen Zhejiang's green jade crown and threw it to the guard.
Shen Zhejiang likes to be dignified. He would not like it if his hair was messy. It would be better if he did not tie his hair up.
"......"
Shen Zhejiang didn't know what he was going to do, and didn't want to waste his energy to ask.
Xiao Zhinian straightened his hair and arranged the circle of black fox fur around Shen Zhejiang's neck, making sure it was tightly fitted and not a single breath of wind could escape.
Then he held Shen Zhejiang with both hands and galloped away on his horse.
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