Chapter 34 Attendants at Erluoyi Palace.
Luoyi Palace.
It was Masakatsu's first time here, but Tang Quan only led him to the middle gate and then left in a hurry, as if someone was chasing after her.
There was no one to guide him, but fortunately, he possessed divine sense. Now, with the assistance of his Purple Mansion in releasing his divine sense, the mental strain was far less than when using his six senses, and the duration of use was also much longer. There was no need to worry about the risk of losing his six senses.
So Shinju opened his divine sense and locked onto a crimson-purple figure in the vastness, and then followed the trail.
A moment later.
The slender and upright figure of King Zhen stood beneath the plaque of Bixiao Hall. He was giving instructions to two attendants beside him, but his peripheral vision suddenly caught something, and he decisively turned around and said to Zhen Su, who was about to approach, "You've arrived?"
Shinju bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
King Zhen nodded, then dismissed his servants and said to Zhen Su, "Come closer."
Shinju quickly stepped forward and stood to the left rear of the King of Poison, only to see the King of Poison raise his left arm and suspend it in mid-air. Shinju was slightly puzzled, but chose to wait in place for the King of Poison's next instruction.
Then suddenly a soft sigh came from above, “Support me.”
Shinjuku then understood and placed his hand under the left hand of the King of Hell, gently lifting it up. However, the wide sleeves embroidered with coiled dragon patterns were unexpectedly slippery, and Shinjuku almost lost his grip. He then slightly tightened his fingers and held the King of Hell's wrist.
If the original eunuch had seen Shinju do this, he probably would have fainted on the spot.
As the King of Zhen felt the binding force and warmth on his wrist, a dark current surged in his eyes, but he remained silent and stepped into the Bixiao Hall.
Shinjuku gripped the dragon's wrist as they entered together.
The interior of Bixiao Hall is quite spacious, with a high ceiling. The caisson ceiling at the top is intricately carved with twelve coiled dragons, corresponding to the twelve golden pillars below. Each pillar is also carved with a coiled golden dragon, floating on the surface, lifelike.
Passing through the twelve golden pillars, you arrive at the central bathhouse shrouded in mist.
The bath is five zhang square and can accommodate more than a dozen people, but this bath is for the emperor's exclusive use. After a moment's thought, it would be too empty if only one person entered the pool.
There is a designated shower area next to the bathtub, partially enclosed by a driftwood screen.
King Zhen stopped in front of the screen, glanced at his hand still being held by Shinjuku, paused, and then suddenly raised both hands upwards.
Shinju was stunned for a moment, but since he did not hear the King of Zhen say to let go, he did not withdraw his hand and followed the King of Zhen's hand to lift it up.
As a result, their actions became somewhat mysterious, as if they were performing some strange and bizarre sacrificial ritual.
"..." The King of Zhen hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke directly, "Undress me."
Shinjuku then realized that he was asked to help him remove the dragon robe.
After finally managing to untie the dragon robe and jade belt, Zhen Su was completely stumped when it came to the inner jacket and undergarment. Beneath these magnificent garments lay an extraordinary complexity; the knots had various rules for untying, with visible hooks and hidden clasps interlocking in a precise order. A single mistake could cause them to become tangled and indestructible.
However, it's not surprising that Masakatsu didn't know. He had just changed jobs and hadn't received his attendant's badge or official documents yet. The Bureau of Ceremonies hadn't had time to arrange for someone to teach him the skills, so he was completely clueless about the rules of serving others and how to be a servant.
In the end, it turned into the King of Poison taking off his clothes and crown on his own, while the True Monk watched from the sidelines.
The dark-colored jacket and brocade undergarment fell to the ground one after the other, revealing the plain white undergarment underneath.
Shinjuku stared at the intricate knots in the garment and nodded earnestly, saying, "I see, I understand."
The King of Zhen paused in his act of removing his inner garment, his temple twitching slightly, and he remained silent for a moment.
However, when the innermost white silk fell down, revealing the perfect figure that had been hidden under the King of Poison's clothes, Shinju's eyes suddenly changed.
The King of Zhen was extremely tall with broad shoulders, but he didn't appear particularly robust on the surface; in fact, he seemed somewhat thin from the side. However, beneath his clothes lay a sculpted chest and abdomen, with well-defined, firm muscles that were neither muscular nor exaggerated, exuding power. The King of Zhen's skin was like the autumn sun shrouded in morning mist, giving him an approachable air, but the sharp, flowing lines of his muscles, and the deep grooves extending into his abdomen, all emanated a dangerous aura, drawing on those who looked upon him with awe and wonder.
Shinju lowered his head, trying to avoid it, but his divine sense would always emerge naturally, repeatedly depicting and tracing the characters in his mind. Even with his eyes closed, he could clearly see the "horizontal and vertical strokes" and "left and right strokes" of the King of Poison.
Looking back, before his demise, he also had a great physique, but now...
Shinju used his divine sense to scan his rather flat stomach under his clothes, silently inhaled, and thought to himself: I have been somewhat lax in my training lately, but that is because I have been lying down for seven days. I will train for an afternoon, and my abs will come back on their own.
The King of Zhen clearly noticed the subtle gaze from Shinjuku. His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly, "I'm going to take a bath."
Shinju nodded in agreement, then collected all the clothes, trousers, boots, and socks that the Emperor had just taken off, hanging them on the clothes rack or putting them in the clothes basket. However, as he was picking them up, he noticed that the Emperor did not seem to have taken off his underpants.
"..." Can you get clean without taking it off? Although Zhen Su was puzzled, he did not intend to investigate further. He forcibly suppressed the unusually active secondary purple mansion, preventing his divine sense from probing indiscriminately, and reduced all five senses to the level of an ordinary person.
The sound of rinsing water stopped abruptly, followed by the rustling of clothes hitting the ground. Then, the voice of the Poison King came: "Come here."
So Shinju slowly moved forward. As he passed the screen, he caught a glimpse of the King of Poison's underpants draped over the edge of the clothes basket, and his heart tightened.
"?" Wait, if he walks over now, wouldn't that mean...
Shinju tightly sealed his divine sense to prevent it from dissipating, and then continued to walk forward. Unexpectedly, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a long, straight, black dragon-shaped object... Shinju's eyelids twitched violently, and he pulled his divine sense back to its maximum, reaching the depths where all six senses were fully open. In this way, the King of Poison was just a ball of crimson dragon energy in his eyes!
However, after his consciousness spread out, the edge of the bath overlapped with the light lines refracted by the water, and Shinju, unaware of this, stepped into the bath.
With a "thump".
The King of Poison's pupils suddenly contracted, and without thinking, he leaned against the pool wall and jumped into the pool.
With a "whoosh".
Shinju suddenly emerged from the water. His hair ribbon had drifted away, and his unusually long black hair was now completely disheveled. Wet with water, his bangs and sideburns curled gently and clung to his face. However, this messiness did not detract from his beauty; instead, it added a touch of dejection and nonchalance.
The King of Poison stared intently at Shinjuku's face, and for a moment felt as if his breath had been taken away, and even his soul was about to be stolen.
Steam filled the air, and the heat from the bath rose again, enveloping them like clouds and mist.
Shinju felt ashamed of falling into the water, and in a fit of anger, he stuffed all his divine consciousness back into his secondary dantian.
Then he realized that the King of Poison had gotten close to him without him noticing. As soon as Shinju looked up, the tip of his nose almost brushed against the King of Poison's chin.
The King of Venom lowered his eyes, watching the water droplets clinging to Shinju's eyelashes, about to fall, while Shinju stared at the small puddle of water on the King of Venom's collarbone. Both of them were blinded by the refracted light of the water.
Suddenly, the water stirred, and the light shimmered in the water. The two of them closed their eyes at the same time.
Ripples spread across the pool, echoing off the walls and quickly becoming chaotic, with each ripple more intense than the last, as if trying to shatter the pool.
Practice makes perfect, and their lips seemed to still remember the feeling from the last time, easily accepting each other. One leaned in close, while the other pressed down on the back of the other's neck, making him lower himself even further.
Even though neither of them knew the other's identity, even though they didn't know if the other was a threat, even though they were destined to have no future, at this moment, they kissed each other without any regard for anything else, twisting and merging their fates together. Even though there was an abyss below, all they wanted to do was stick together tightly.
Shinju placed his other hand on the shoulder of the King of the Poisonous Birds, his white fingers groping and sliding into the small puddle, then slowly and firmly pushing the water out, the water droplets meandering down and tracing across the King of the Poisonous Birds' chest.
The King of Venom felt a tremor in his heart. He stroked Masaki's cheek with one hand and moved his kiss to Masaki's eyelashes. The water droplets clinging to them had already been shaken off, but the King of Venom persisted, trying to lick away any water that might still remain.
Unfortunately, the more it is like this, the more moist it becomes.
The itch in his eyes made Shinju blink involuntarily, and then he suddenly met a pair of deep black eyes that seemed capable of swallowing the vast universe, the dark light within them startling.
However, the dark eyes could not absorb the subtle light within the golden eyes.
Shinjuku suddenly regained consciousness.
What is he doing?
...
Shinju was in a panic, as if waking from a dream, unable to distinguish between "dream" and reality. He only thought to himself: It seems that the Purple Mansion cannot be completely shut down this time. He couldn't suppress his desires. He didn't think at all about what caused these desires or who they were born from.
Mayuki stepped back, creating a distance between them that was no longer too intimate.
Seeing that Shinju's posture had become resistant again, the King of Zhen's eyes darkened, and he walked to the other side of the steps and sat down.
At this moment, Shinjuku discovered that the emperor was actually wearing something underneath, a wide bath towel with a dragon pattern.
What did he see before he fell into the pool?
Shinjuku looked around and found that there really was a dragon-head-shaped object on the shore, a dragon head made of black jade.
It really is a dragon head...
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Author's note: The Secondary Purple Mansion that moves at will: Yes, yes, yes, it's what I want to see, not what you want to see.
I was so touched that people were willing to listen to me even when I was complaining! I completely cheered myself up!
I'm taking a break tomorrow, and I'll update again the day after! Thank you, everyone!
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