Chapter 27: What if your Daoist partner finds out about your coercion and forced confession? ...
Fuyou Palace.
The flickering candlelight illuminated Shen Jiuxu's handsome face. His fingers rested on the two porcelain teacups on the table. From the elm tree in the middle of the courtyard and the way Shen Wuke and the others addressed Jiang Feiwan, he knew that someone who could be on friendly terms with Lian Quesheng could not possibly be an ordinary person.
No matter how hard he tried to pretend to be deaf and dumb, he couldn't fool himself; Jiang Feiwan was Jiang Yu.
The morning sun has set, but the evening sun is not too late. Jiang Yu, whose courtesy name is Feiwan, wasn't exactly lying to himself back then.
Shen Jiu couldn't express his feelings. He felt like a penniless scholar who had just entered the world and encountered the emperor on an incognito trip. He successfully gained the emperor's trust and became a cabinet minister, which is commonly known as "clinging to a powerful figure".
The cup had been left to cool for a while, and the originally boiling tea inside had become glistening. The rain outside hadn't stopped, and Jiang Yu hadn't returned since being called out by the guard named Dianxing. Had something happened outside again?
Shen Jiuxu looked at the things in the room, from the rouge-colored quilt that Jiang Feiwan had been holding in her arms that morning, to the wardrobe in the corner filled with clothes, to the cool-to-the-touch Go set in the mahogany box, everything had been touched by Jiang Yu and Sect Leader Shen.
Although he didn't know much about them, he had heard about Shen Jiuxu and Jiang Yu in Yunshui City. If they were just respectful to each other, how could they have become a well-known story?
They had a very good relationship, so good that even when Jiang Yu was injured and weak, he still traveled thousands of miles alone to Yunshui City to avenge him! So what did he think of himself? They both had the surname Shen, was he Shen Qinggui just a substitute for Shen Jiuxu?
Can Jiang Feiwan really forget her deceased Daoist partner, who was also a respected sect leader with profound cultivation?
Footsteps came from outside. Shen Qinggui finished his tea, which had long since gone cold, and pretended to know nothing as he looked at Jiang Yu, who was pushing the door open and entering. Jiang Yu smiled at him and said, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Wait for you."
“Actually, you don’t have to wait for me.” Jiang Yu sat down next to him naturally, resting her head on Shen Jiuxu’s shoulder. “Or you can warm up the bed, and you can go to sleep as soon as I get back.”
"next time."
Jiang Yu felt that Shen Jiuxu was acting strangely tonight. His words were bland and tasteless, as if he were uttering each word one by one. He reached out and shook hands with the other person. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
"No, it's just that I was worried about your safety since you came back late. Could you take me with you next time?"
Shen Qinggui took the initiative to put his arm around Jiang Yu's waist, letting him lie on his lap. He gently stroked Jiang Yu's hair with one hand, and the plain white hair ribbon on it inexplicably bothered him. His fingers accidentally touched the hair ribbon, causing it to fall to the ground.
Jiang Yu didn't care about these things. "It's not a matter of whether to bring them or not; it's really not appropriate."
It just doesn't seem right to think that Shen Jiuxu should go with him and Lian Quesheng to do something like putting bags on people and beating them up in the middle of the night.
Shen Qinggui's eyes darkened instantly. The sound of rain outside pounded against his heart, like a tangled mess that he couldn't untangle.
"If you let me stay here, won't he come over?"
"Who is it?" Jiang Yu was still immersed in the image of him dragging Shen Jiuxu to steal chickens, dogs, and beat people up, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that it was also quite interesting.
"Your Daoist partner," Shen Jiuxu's calm voice mingled with the sudden clap of thunder, "What if he finds out?"
A sense of guilt welled up inside Jiang Yuping. She lay flat on Shen Jiuxu's lap, looking up to see his deep, dark eyes. "He won't know."
"Why?" Shen Qinggui leaned down, almost touching Jiang Yu's face, and he could feel Jiang Yu's warm breath. "Don't you live together?"
Jiang Yu was forced to blush. He was the one who had the memories, so why did he feel like he was being led around by Shen Jiuxu?
Why is he asking this question again? Jiang Yu licked his lips, looking somewhat flustered, but Shen Jiuxu stared at him relentlessly, his eyes seeming to want to devour him whole. He finally gave in once more, covering his face with his hands and muttering, "He's dead."
Who died?
Shen Qinggui gently separated his hands and carried him to the bed with one hand. Jiang Yu casually pulled the blanket over his head, his voice like a deflated drum, "You know perfectly well why I'm asking."
There was no sound outside. Jiang Yu held his breath until his face turned red, but he could only hear the sound of rain falling from the eaves. Shen Jiuxu seemed to have disappeared.
The space inside the bedding was too cramped, stuffy, and hot. Jiang Yu finally couldn't stand it anymore and threw the heavy bedding over, panting heavily, only to be immediately embraced.
Shen Jiuxu hugged him tightly, burying his head in the crook of his neck, his arms encircling him with an unyielding force. Jiang Yu felt uncomfortable from the tightness, and a familiar voice came from beside him, "Who died?"
He just keeps going on and on. Is he deaf? He's already said it twice!
"He's dead, my Daoist partner is dead, so he won't come over and won't find out you're living here, do you understand?"
A note from the author:
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Shen Jiuxu: I did a great job today!
Jiang Yu: I'm so angry!
Some people insist on forcing their partners to say they are dead; what a bizarre hobby!
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