Chapter 73 [Revised] Waltz Imprisoned in the arms, the movements are harsh and...
Under the low-hanging sky, a crimson sea of clouds slowly descended, and the setting sun shone through the gaps in the clouds, shining into the greenhouse through the glass, reflecting a room full of magnificent red and gold spots.
When Bai Ling walked in, he almost couldn't open his eyes.
In his vision that was slightly blurred by the light, the boundary between dusk and night spread out as a background. The glass of the greenhouse separated the cold air from the moist warmth. If there were no big hole in the glass, everything should look perfect.
But in front of the flawed gap, there was a person leaning against it, seemingly looking into the distance from the railing.
Bai Ling unknowingly slowed down his pace and moved closer to the other person's back.
The sound of grass leaves falling woke the other person up. The mermaid turned her head to the side. During this process, a breeze blew, and the waves of bright golden hair floated behind her, as if blending into the magnificent background.
The rich colors make it look like an oil painting.
"Good evening." The mermaid's voice was rich, like the bass played on an organ.
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then shook his head to come out of the trance. He bent down slightly and put the radio in a corner of the lawn. "I fixed your things."
"What is it?"
"Radio. Now you can listen to the news from your bedside."
Yu Chen lowered his eyes and smiled. This bird of his always memorized his living habits word for word.
"Are you here just to deliver something?"
"Why, isn't sending gifts enough?" Bai Ling asked back.
"I thought it was to see me." Yu Chen said softly, with a hint of tenderness in his voice.
Bai Ling snorted lightly, neither admitting nor denying. He squatted down to adjust the radio antenna, quickly switching between several frequencies, and finally stopped at the music channel.
An unfamiliar local accent came out of the honeycomb-shaped speaker. I didn't know which ethnic group's language it was. It was warm and sad, and the breath gradually slowed down, ending the song.
Taking advantage of the few seconds when the radio changed songs, Bai Ling raised his eyes and asked directly:
"Can you teach me to dance?"
He didn't even ask the mermaid if she could do it, he was just sure that she must be proficient in these things.
Yu Chen turned around, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed gracefully.
Default consent and ready to go.
Bai Ling immediately smiled, his gray eyes curved: "Wrong, I was 15 degrees away from you."
Yu Chen turned his head slightly and said with a faint smile: "I need you to guide me now."
The coil from the last century vibrates, and the melodious classical music flows like a stream from the old days, capturing people's hearts.
Bai Ling's heart was pounding, and she threw herself into his open palm.
Yu Chen recited softly: "Mendelssohn's "Spring Song" is very suitable for this scene."
Bai Ling curled his lips. It was clearly a vast expanse of ice and snow outside, which didn't seem like spring at all. However, he soon understood that this "spring" was not the same as the other spring, especially when the old man's five fingers covered with thin calluses clasped his waist, creating slight wrinkles.
He looked down and saw that the wrinkles were like ripples on the surface of a lake in spring.
Yu Chen leaned forward and whispered: "Follow the dance teacher's rhythm, little friend."
As his waist swayed, his whole body turned into a ripple, taking small steps forward and cautiously retreating, rising and falling with the waves of the music.
Yu Chen is obviously a good and experienced teacher.
Age, experience and countless rotations in social circles have given this man a sense of ease. He knows exactly how to lead the young females who have not yet entered the courtship period, find out the rhythm, and use body language to create resonance.
"Have you ever taught others to dance?" Bai Ling asked curiously.
In response to the child's question, Yu Chen readily replied, "It was before I became an adult. It was a regular social event during the holidays. I jumped all night and my hands were sore from holding them."
Bai Ling pursed her lips and chuckled, "Then you must have pinched the hands of princesses and princes from all over the world."
"That's not the case," Yu Chen recalled briefly, "but I have pinched the sheep's hoof of the son of the Federal Prime Minister."
"How does it feel?"
"I applied hand cream three times before leaving the venue." It was too harsh.
A picture emerged in Bai Ling's mind. The sixteen-year-old blonde Xiao Yi suppressed his displeasure, took out a small shell from the pocket of scales, dug some clam oil with his fingernails, and applied it carefully.
The exquisite and fastidious little prince.
Bai Ling liked to listen to him talk about the old days. From these few words, one can get a glimpse of the old man's maturity, which is like the fun of buying a second-hand warship and listening to the seller introduce its origins.
"What about you? Who have you danced with besides me?"
After a slow and gentle prelude and adjusting to each other's rhythm, Yu Chen slightly slowed down the leading speed and moved his center of gravity to hint Bai Ling to turn his body.
Bai Ling slowly found the pattern in the jerky steps, "I learned a little bit in class, but I didn't practice it seriously."
The main thing was that his dance partner was Sava, and that stupid chick kept stepping on his feet, so he had no time to practice.
"Is it also the feudal etiquette class?" Yu Chen asked.
"Right...otherwise why would I learn this if I have nothing better to do?" Bai Ling panted a little and spoke intermittently, "Birds dance to court...I have to bite the bullet and learn something so that I can deal with it."
Yu Chen half-closed his eyes, the green in them was so dense that it seemed to drip, "You can dance the opening dance of the banquet with me."
Bai Ling felt a little dizzy and said casually: "Forget it, I still have to dance with the tyrant--"
As soon as he finished speaking, the style of the radio changed, and a romantic Latin song began playing. From this moment on, the atmosphere changed quietly, and the hand-in-hand accommodation and guidance turned into a test between the dance partners.
The distance of the stride, the angle of the brush, the strength of the hand clasped together, every muscle in the body was activated, just for one purpose -
Seize control.
Yu Chen's breath was still steady, but the end of his voice was slightly heavier: "What are you going to do? Attack him?"
From the beginning he knew that the bird had ulterior motives in sneaking into the palace. However, he thought that the other party had already given up that unrealistic and reckless idea.
"Chop him up and feed him to the dogs." Bai Ling was more brutal than he had imagined.
The muscles at the corners of Yu Chen's eyes tightened slightly, and he turned him in a perfect half circle, taking a small step forward, with his knees almost touching the base of Bai Ling's prosthetic limbs. "I hope you will think more carefully about this matter."
"Do you have any objections?" Bai Ling glanced at him.
His breath entwined with the mermaid's, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.
"I reserve my opinion and am not optimistic about this action. You should discuss it with me at least a month in advance." Yu Chen was wearing a loose French shirt, and as he changed his steps, a breeze blew through the delicate and smooth fabric.
Like a hoisted sail.
"I didn't know you at all a month ago." Bai Ling frowned.
"I mean, if you encounter something like this next time, you'd better do this."
Bai Ling's fingers clenched instantly, and hot sweat flowed between their fingers from the intense friction. "Why don't you let me get rid of him? Without that tyrant, the road ahead will be much easier."
"How do you know?"
"...I have estimated it repeatedly!" Bai Ling couldn't just say that he was reborn.
Yu Chen shook his head, not sure if he was lamenting his youth or if he was just a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger:
"Cade is not the ultimate enemy at all. Those nobles and oligarchs entrenched in various parts of the empire are the ultimate enemy. Now with Cade, he can still be a shield; if he dies, you will have to face a pile of problems, and troubles will pop up like mushrooms after rain. The turbulent situation and the politicians who are eyeing you will make it difficult for you to take care of yourself."
Bai Ling narrowed his eyes: "So tell me, what would you do?"
“Wait for the right opportunity, accumulate strength, and quantitative change will lead to qualitative change.”
Bai Ling simply translated: "Continue to evade and delay? I will never do that."
Only then did he realize that he and Yu Chen had always had differences in the direction of action.
Yu Chen's hot lips moved closer to his neck, causing a shiver in his soft skin. He sniffed the back of the omega's neck, as if confirming the scent and making a final test before a wild animal bites.
Bai Ling suddenly felt his throat burning.
Yu Chen said with an absolute sense of possession and control: "These are not things you need to worry about day and night. In the future, when I take back power, I will encourage you to participate in the governance of the country."
Bai Ling sneered: "What do you think I am? Your subordinate, your first lady? Or your good-for-nothing child? I thought I should be your future battlefield ally!"
"I know what you're thinking. You want to stabilize the regime and then let me participate in management. It's like bringing the steak to the table, cutting it yourself, and letting me swallow it bite by bite."
"But I'm not really what you call a 'child'."
"You know very well that I want to go hunting myself."
Bai Ling had no interest in sitting back and reaping the benefits; his goal and life focus was to participate in the process of saving this decaying country.
It seemed that if he didn't do this, his second life would be completely meaningless.
Bai Ling's mind was very clear.
He could enjoy himself, but he came back to this world not just to have a romance and kiss the late emperor.
This duet finally entered the latter stage. They tested each other's depth and began to invade like a storm.
The rubbing of limbs was so tight that even a finger could not be inserted. Every collision outlined the curve of each other's body. Through the thin clothes, the extension and undulation of each other's muscles were pieced together in the rapidly turning brain.
Yu Chen's breathing was a little disordered, and he seemed to be a little more powerful. "You are a soldier, so it is difficult for you to have a deep understanding of the affairs of politicians. Perhaps you don't know how deeply rooted their power is. To put it in an analogy, they are like the grease that seeps into the plastic container. No matter how much detergent you put in, it can't be cleaned away."
Bai Ling: "Then throw away the food storage box and buy a new one."
Yu Chen's pupils trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to look at his face, but his vision was dim. He could only taste a chilling decisiveness from the falcon's intense breathing.
This bird wants to kill all visible and invisible forces and thoroughly purge and replace the entire empire.
Bai Ling tilted his head, looking rather contemptuous: "And don't say I don't understand. I have seen it from your failure in your later years."
"Time has given you a hundred years, and you have tried everything, but in the end you can only stand here," Bai Ling raised his leg and stepped on his instep maliciously, "Being questioned by an omega who is dozens or hundreds of years younger than you. Isn't that right?"
Yu Chen clamped his neck and tightened his grip.
These words really hit the old man's pain point.
Bai Ling was being strangled by the neck, and his breathing was not smooth, but he still snorted contemptuously: "Old thing, you are old, you are afraid, and you dare not try new paths... You are used to doing things in a cautious and cautious manner, and you have lost the vigor and energy you had when you were young."
"Where did the man who, despite the wrath of the world, openly declared in the Interstellar Alliance that he would tie all alphas to chains go?"
The hand suddenly let go, and fresh air rushed into Bai Ling's throat, causing him to cough unconsciously.
Yu Chen pulled the person over again, held him in his arms, and stroked the bird's feathers with harsh and restrained movements, saying slowly:
"I thought about overthrowing everything and starting over, and I have been preparing for this for a long time, but there has never been a suitable opportunity."
In other words, from his point of view, this was destined to be a dead end.
What is hard for others to imagine is that the monarch can also be restricted in many ways. Just like the King on the chessboard, as the center of power, he must always stay in the rear to stabilize the situation.
He could not easily abandon his subjects and go to the battlefield to fight the enemy himself. Therefore, he has always needed a general, a force that would never rebel against the great nobles.
The invisible tacit understanding made Bai Ling think of the chess game.
Not only that, he also remembered what Yu Chen said when he arranged the chess game last time: start with a sacrifice of a piece, and there is no Queen.
Bai Ling pushed the male's chest away with her elbow, turned off the radio, and walked steadily towards the exit of the greenhouse carrying it.
He glanced at the old man and knew that he was following him. He didn't try to hide. He just pushed himself up with his hands and sat on the table with his hips twisted: "Do you want to know why you lost? Because you abandoned us."
"you?"
"We, the lower class residents, the hard-working social animals."
As Bai Ling spoke, he placed his prosthetic limbs across the table, with the seams of his jeans stretched straight across his legs.
He grabbed a cucumber from the plate and bit it in one bite.
When Yu Chen heard the crisp voice, he raised his eyebrows slightly and his expression became thoughtful.
"Don't underestimate us, old man," Bai Ling chewed a cucumber and pointed at him coldly with the remaining half. "It's not only the pure-blooded who are born noble and destined to achieve great things. The little bastards at the bottom can do it too."
Yu Chen couldn't help but imagine what he looked like at this moment.
The delicate and inorganic face, with cold eyes and a slight curl of the mouth, showing a hint of disdain and arrogance. After a fierce confrontation, he could quickly regain his composure, always grasping the key points of the topic, trying to convince himself...
See the big picture from the small, and understand the profound from the subtle.
This bird's appearance does have some of the style of a future leader who is not fussy about details and is decisive in killing.
Yu Chen suddenly said: "Well, prove it to me."
The chewing sound stopped abruptly, and the bird asked lightly, "Prove what? Prove that I have the ability to escape at the speed of light after getting rid of Cade, or that I can raise a cheap and useful army for you?"
Yu Chen pulled out a chair and sat down, crossed his fingers, put his elbows on the table, and said with a straight posture:
"Which method to adopt is something you need to think about. I am only responsible for the acceptance. Don't forget, I am your legal sponsor. 40 billion is not a small amount. Even for me, I have to conduct a full set of risk assessments."
Why did this beast in human clothing give in again?
Bai Ling glanced at him and couldn't help cursing inwardly.
After cursing, he secretly raised the corners of his mouth. What does this mean? It shows that arguing with old men is useful! You have to teach him to clearly know your bottom line, and then gradually take control from between his fingers.
Bai Ling understands the difference very clearly. Emotionally, he can indulge himself and rely on the other person. But in his career, he would rather be an ally on an equal footing.
It's hard to find a balance between the two.
But he believed that he would continue to get along with this mermaid.
As long as adults can sit down and talk properly, no matter how fierce the argument was before, it can be regarded as proactively exposing the problem.
Yu Chen turned his eyes away and thought about other things: "Does your neck still hurt?"
Bai Ling was too lazy to argue with him: "It doesn't hurt."
It was a threatening pinch from the beginning. Since he dared to pull the old lion's beard, he should have been prepared to be pounced on.
Yu Chen said: "You should be more honest with me."
Bai Ling bit the cucumber hard, as if he couldn't bear it anymore. He said impatiently, "What should I say? Tell me that you pinched me so hard that it hurts so much that I have to lift up my clothes and let me play with my abdominal muscles for two hours without any conditions?"
The mermaid loosened her belt, pulled out the hem of her shirt, and lifted it up, revealing her chocolate-like abdominal muscles:
“Self-service.”
Bai Ling:?
Okay. He just eats this!
This old alpha is smart and we can continue to get along.
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