Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Use the incense to make him faint
Near noon, in the flower hall.
Marquis Anlu sat upright on the armchair at the top, his eyebrows raised, and looked at Xiao Ye who entered the hall with anger.
"Kneel down!" Marquis Anlu shouted sternly.
Xiao Ye secretly clenched his fists in his sleeves, knelt in the hall, his back straight, looked up at him, not afraid, and there was even a hint of hatred in his eyes.
Marquis Anlu angrily said, "I'll give you half a day to make peace with the woman you've been pampering in this house!"
He said that his son had been staying outside frequently in the past month, and it turned out that there was a woman hiding in this private house.
Marquis Anlu heard that the servants in the mansion had bought a lot of clothes for the girl and even invited the girl's mother to live in the mansion.
"Also, withdraw your men. I've already sent people to look for Yun'er. You don't need to get involved in this matter."
Marquis Anlu sent his men to search for Shuyun, but Xiao Ye also sent his men, and the two groups searched the same place one after another. Since Marquis Anlu wanted Shuyun to return to him under a different identity, he couldn't let Xiao Ye find her first.
"You haven't even gotten married yet, and you're already hiding a mistress. What a mess it would be if it got out! Break up with that woman right now!"
Xiao Ye lowered his head and smiled, "My son has a beautiful mistress in his golden house, just like my father has a mistress outside. It hasn't even been three years since my mother passed away, and my father is already anxious to marry that mistress."
Marquis Anlu was furious and slammed the table fiercely, "You bastard! You've read all the sages' books like dogs! Who taught you to talk to your father like that?"
"The sages teach: The father is the leader of the son. If the father is unkind, the son will flee." Xiao Ye slowly stood up, his sharp eyes filled with hatred for him. "Do you think you are a competent father?"
"Five years ago, in the fourteenth year of Jiande, I was ordered to lead troops to attack the Nanman. I was ambushed by a villain and was on the verge of death. I was in a coma for a month before waking up. After that, I was bedridden for another six months. I haven't been on the battlefield since then. This is all thanks to you, my dear father."
Marquis Anlu narrowed his sharp eyes slightly. After all, he had experienced many battles and was no longer frightened. He looked at the young man standing there with a bit of admiration.
At the age of fifteen, Xiao Ye had already achieved military success, his brilliance so prominent that the court said he was surpassing his father. If he continued this way, he would surely surpass Anlu in popularity in a few years. Anlu Hou had spent half his life in the military and was in his prime. How could he allow a junior to stand above him? Furthermore, Xiao Ye was hostile to him because of his mother's death. Once he was fully grown, he would be difficult to control.
Marquis Anlu sent his confidants to infiltrate Xiao Ye's army, and in the battle against the Southern Barbarians, he broke Xiao Ye's wings.
Afterwards, Marquis Anlu silenced the witness, thinking that he had done a foolproof job, but Xiao Ye found out at some point without him noticing.
Marquis Anlu rubbed his fingertips, he really underestimated his son.
Xiao Ye stood tall, his eyes as cold as ice, and said, "Father has let down more than just his son. He has also let down my mother, Lord Shen, and even Wang Huilan."
Mentioning the thorn in Anlu Hou's heart, he was furious and stood up from the armchair, "Asshole!"
"Father coveted Lord Shen's wife. How despicable! Wang Huilan imitated Madam Zhou in every way, so Father used her as a substitute and had an affair with your wife's younger sister. Wang Huilan was unwilling to be a concubine, so she poisoned her sister and took her place."
Xiao Ye glared at her, his eyes bloodshot, and sternly said, "It was you who indirectly killed my mother! You are unworthy of being a husband and a father!"
He picked up a dagger from the table and cut off a lock of hair with his long fingers. "A father is the leader of his son. If a father is unkind, his son will flee to another land. Today, the bond between you and me is severed! From now on, you will be your Marquis, and I will be my Yulin Lang."
"You've grown wings, and you're talking big."
Marquis Anlu swung a punch back. Xiao Ye stood where he was, raised his hand to catch the heavy punch, then held the fist with his backhand and struck back with his elbow.
The wind from the fist whistled, lifting the hair that fell on the shoulders.
The father and son fought with their bare hands from the flower hall to the outside. The servants in the house were dumbfounded and didn't know what to do for a moment. Fu Feng was worried that Xiao Ye was injured, so he hurried to call Doctor Wen.
Xiao Ye struck Anlu Hou in the chest with a palm. Anlu Hou retreated repeatedly and kicked Xiao Ye away with force. He had no idea that this boy's martial arts skills were now so strong that he could even fight him on equal terms.
Both father and son suffered internal injuries to varying degrees.
Marquis Anlu caught a glimpse of Wen Rong in the corridor and frowned.
Is this the woman that this unfilial son keeps outside?
"He is a rude person who brings disrespect to our family." Marquis Anlu left in anger, as if he didn't have this son.
Marquis Anlu's figure disappeared at the Chuihua Gate. Xiao Ye covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Young Master!" Fu Feng hurriedly supported Xiao Ye and said to Wen Rong anxiously, "Doctor Wen, come and take a look."
Xiao Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, pushed Fu Feng away and said, "Go tell her that the man has left."
Fu Feng didn't react for a moment, "Ah? Who?"
Xiao Ye frowned and glanced at him.
Fu Feng suddenly realized what was going on and said hurriedly, "I will go and tell Miss Yun right away."
After handing Xiao Ye over to Wen Rong, Fu Feng immediately left the flower hall and told Shu Yun the news.
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In the room, Shuyun was restless. She was shocked to hear that Xiao Ye and Anlu Hou had severed their father-son relationship, and her heart could not calm down for a long time.
Shuyun sat on the couch, her mind full of thoughts.
After a long time, she heard some noise outside. The tightly closed door was pushed open and Xiao Ye came in.
He was not wearing the same clothes he had worn before leaving.
Shuyun got up from the couch, ran towards him, and hugged him regardless of anything.
The petite body bumped into his arms. Xiao Ye was slightly stunned and raised his arms to hug her.
"Brother, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?" Shu Yun raised her head from his arms and asked with concern. The corners of her eyes gradually turned red, and her frowning face was full of worry. "I heard everything from Fu Feng."
Xiao Ye lowered his eyes and looked at her, his deep eyes filled with a dark and unclear expression.
Shu Yun wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her soft face on his chest, and said, "Let me stay by your side from now on, okay?"
Xiao Ye's eyebrows moved slightly and he gently stroked the top of her head.
She had avoided him before, but in just a few days, she became so obedient, like the sun rising from the west.
Do you know to turn back when you hit the wall?
Whether it was sincere or fake, at least she was willing.
Xiao Ye stroked her cheek with his long fingers, lifted her chin, and said, "Sister, you have promised me, and you are not allowed to break your promise."
Shu Yun's heart sank, she held his hand, and rested her face on the man's large palm.
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In the afternoon, Xiao Ye returned to the Marquis' Mansion, took away some important things, and also brought Biluo back to serve Shuyun.
Xiao Ye moved out of the Marquis' Mansion, bought new clothes, and placed them in the same wardrobe as Shu Yun's dresses. He also placed the unfinished wooden eagle on the antique display cabinet to remind him of everything that happened that year.
Shuyun held Tuantuan in her arms and watched the servants move his things into the room. The room where she was imprisoned also became his bedroom.
At night, Shuyun and Xiao Ye were as close as a married couple.
Shuyun didn't know he was injured at first until he gave her a bottle of safflower oil and asked her to wipe her injured chest before going to bed.
Shu Yun looked at his chest with his shirt wide open. His thin muscles were tight and his abdominal muscles were distinct. His abdominal muscles rose and fell slightly with his breathing. There was a bruise on the left side of his chest.
Xiao Ye looked at her quietly and motioned her to come over and rub it.
Shu Yun walked over and sat on his lap. Under his gaze, she poured some safflower oil on her hands, rubbed her palms to warm them, and rubbed them on the bruises on her chest.
The force was neither too strong nor too weak, but it stirred ripples in his heart. Xiao Ye looked at the tender white hands rubbing the medicine on his chest, his eyes gradually darkening. "Sister, your strength is so weak, how long will it take to rub it in?"
Shu Yun was not strong enough, his wound hurt. She frowned slightly and rubbed her chest back and forth with her palms.
The more she rubbed her palms, the hotter they became. Shuyun could feel the scent of safflower oil on her hands. The man's chest also became hot from the medicated oil, and a burning breath hit her face.
The hand on her waist gradually closed, Shu Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand applying the medicine suddenly stopped. She raised her head nervously and met his burning eyes.
Xiao Ye's lips covered and landed on her lips. Shu Yun was stunned for a moment, raised her hands to hold his cheeks, and responded to his kiss.
Like a pair of lovers in love, a lingering kiss came over them.
The clothes were bulging in her white arms, her black hair swept across her snow-white back, and the man's arm passed through her hair and around her shoulders.
The two intertwined lips parted, Shu Yun's almond-shaped eyes sparkled, she held his face, her soft lips approaching his lips, "Brother, your injury..."
"It's okay." Xiao Ye held her lips and deepened the kiss.
Xiao Ye held her in his arms and sat her on his lap. Shu Yun's breathing was disordered and she was still a little scared. She raised her arms to wrap around the man's neck and leaned her body against his chest.
Her black hair reached her waist, and the ends of her hair swept over the clothes that were folded over her arms. Her fair and smooth back was faintly visible among the black hair. Shu Yun hugged Xiao Ye as if she had no bones. Under the candlelight, her eyes were like peach blossoms, and her autumn eyes were full of waves.
Shuyun didn't want to stay on the couch, so Xiao Ye lifted her hips and stood up.
Her fluffy black hair fell messily on the pillow, and Xiao Ye's shadow enveloped her.
Shuyun put one arm around the man's neck and the other hand nervously rested on his thin waist.
The man leaned over and kissed her. Shuyun closed her eyes and fiddled with her messy hair with her slender fingers.
Drops of sweat fell from my cheeks, and it was like sweat and rain.
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After a few days, Shuyun was no longer confined to that room. Except for going out and to the other side of the house, she could move freely. However, Biluo followed her everywhere.
Unlike the maid who had previously looked after Shuyun, Biluo had been in the mansion for many years. In Shuyun's eyes, Biluo was no different from Xiao Ye, and she could easily guess what she was thinking.
Shuyun did not dare to act rashly.
It was the end of September, the autumn sun was warm, and Xiao Ye was not on duty today.
The two of them huddled on the couch, Shuyun nestled in his arms, reading a military book in her hand.
As she was reading, she yawned, rubbed her eyes, looked up at the man, and said coquettishly, "Brother, this military book is obscure and difficult to understand. I am almost sleepy from reading it."
Holding the slender waist that could be held in one hand, Xiao Ye lowered his eyes to look at the pretty girl in his arms.
She has been lowering her head and looking pleasing to him recently. Xiao Ye gently pinched her cheek and asked her to hold the military book. He turned the page after reading it.
Shuyun nestled in his arms and snuggled up to him.
After staying up too late last night, the warm afternoon sun shone on Shuyun. She looked at the obscure military book and gradually felt sleepy. Her heavy eyelids closed unconsciously and the military book in her hand loosened.
Shuyun felt in a daze that the military book had been taken away and her palm was empty.
She paused slightly, naturally grasped the man's fingers during her nap, rubbed her face in his arms, and slept in his arms in an extremely intimate posture.
Shu Yun took a long breath, and her soft hands grasped his fingers, looking like a little bird. Xiao Ye lowered his eyes and looked at her. The breeze blew her hair, and her cheeks were soft. Her fragrance drifted in the wind and floated between the wings of his nose.
Only in his arms, she was so delicate, so charming, leaning on him as if her bones were soft. When the love was deep, she even hooked her arms around his neck and responded to his kiss.
Xiao Ye slowly lowered his head and tasted the lip balm, but suddenly felt it was not enough. He pried open her teeth, caught her small tongue, savored its fragrance, and indulged in it.
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The imperial city is majestic, with several rows of imperial guards patrolling in turns.
Emperor Wucheng read through several batches of memorials, then leaned back on the dragon throne, kneading his weary brows. He glanced at the Yulin soldiers on duty outside the palace and asked, "Has anything major happened in the capital recently?"
The eunuch in front of the emperor paused for a moment, then bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Marquis of Anlu and his son had a quarrel some time ago. They argued fiercely, and I heard... I heard that they severed their relationship."
Emperor Wucheng slowly opened his eyes, and his majestic face showed an indistinct expression.
Xiao Ye was on duty in the palace when he was escorted into the Purple Palace. His armor clanged as he knelt on the ground. "I pay my respects to Your Majesty."
Emperor Wucheng sat at the chess table, playing chess with himself. He raised his hand and said, "Stand up."
"The court has been discussing you lately. The grace of your parents in giving birth to you is greater than heaven. A while ago, you avenged your mother's death. Your filial piety is truly admirable. But now you've gotten into an argument with the Marquis of Anlu, severing the ties of father and son. In my eyes, you're not someone who acts on impulse."
Xiao Ye remained silent. He had joined the army with the intention of using his military achievements to avenge his mother's death. Now that his revenge had been taken, he still had another grudge.
He was seriously injured that year, and soon afterward, Marquis Anlu silenced the person who stabbed him in the back. If he had not traced everything back and sent Fufeng to investigate secretly for several months, he would not have known that the mastermind behind the scenes was his biological father.
Emperor Wucheng said, "Come and sit down, and play a game of chess with me."
Xiao Ye sat down opposite the emperor and took a look at the chess game. The emperor placed a black piece. He thought for a moment, then picked up a white piece from the chess box and placed it down.
The hall was quiet, with only the sound of chess pieces. Smoke curled from the Boshan furnace, and ambergris filled the palace.
Emperor Wucheng collected several white chess pieces from Xiao Ye, and the chess pieces fell into the box with a crisp sound.
Emperor Wucheng said: "My dear minister, you have the talent of a general. You have made military achievements at such a young age. Even your father could not match his achievements."
Emperor Wucheng twisted a chess piece, placed it down, and said, "I have detained you in the position of General of the Imperial Guards for four years. It is time to release you back to the battlefield to hone your skills."
Xiao Ye was slightly stunned, then stood up and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Five years ago, Xiao Ye was seriously injured in a battle with the Southern Barbarians. After he recovered from his injury, Emperor Wucheng transferred him to be the General of the Imperial Guards. Two years ago, when the Northern Barbarians invaded, it was Marquis Anlu who was sent.
Emperor Wucheng nodded and said, "It's your turn now."
After Marquis Anlu returned triumphantly, Emperor Wucheng took back his military power, but it was his subordinates who gave the emperor a headache.
After a game of chess, it was almost dusk.
The eunuch in front of the palace entered the hall carrying a whisk and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, the Marquis of Anlu is already waiting in Xi Garden."
Emperor Wucheng nodded and signaled him to leave.
Xiao Ye put away the chess piece and frowned slightly.
"I have prepared a dinner today, you and your son can have a good chat. I have just taken back the military power, and I am most assured that it will be given to the Xiao family." Emperor Wucheng smiled and patted Xiao Ye's shoulder, then stood up and headed to Xiyuan.
Xiao Ye followed behind the emperor, his brows furrowed as he savored the emperor's words.
In the hall, the sound of stringed instruments was melodious, the dancers were dancing to the beat of drums, and there was toasting at the table. The father and son, who had fallen out with each other, disliked each other.
Emperor Wucheng was playing with the wine glass, seeing everything clearly.
Halfway through the banquet, the emperor left. As the General of the Imperial Guards, Xiao Ye was responsible for protecting the emperor's safety, so he left immediately afterwards.
The imperial chariot left Xi Garden and reached the corridor. Emperor Wucheng looked at Xiao Ye and waved his hand, saying, "Go back."
Xiao Ye bowed and respectfully saw the imperial carriage off.
When I came out of the palace, it was already dark and the marquis's carriage was no longer visible outside the palace.
Fu Feng drove over and Xiao Ye stepped on a horse stool and got into the car.
"Go back to the villa." Xiao Ye ordered.
The streets were clear at night and carriages were traveling on the wide streets.
Suddenly, a sharp arrow pierced the night sky and hit the roof of the carriage.
“Whoa—”
Fu Feng tightened the reins, the carriage stopped, and he looked at the black-clad man who was shooting arrows from the rooftop. "Sir, this is bad. There's an assassin."
The masked man in black who shot the arrow was discovered and jumped off the roof, followed by another man in black.
The carriage curtain fluttered, and Xiao Ye took out the sword from the carriage.
It was a dark night and the streets were empty. Two men in black blocked Xiao Ye's way, drew their swords from their waists and slashed at him.
The moonlight was cold, the blade shone with a cold light, and the man in black slashed at Xiao Ye's fatal spot with every blow.
Xiao Ye and Fu Feng each dealt with a man in black.
The four figures fought fiercely with the clanging of weapons. The fighting scene was chaotic. The two men in black were very skilled in martial arts and extremely difficult to deal with. Fu Feng was gradually defeated and kicked several steps away by the men in black. He covered his chest and spit out blood. He slowed down, endured the pain, stood up, and continued to fight with the men in black.
After several rounds, Xiao Ye and the man in black were evenly matched. The big knife kept stabbing at his vital points, but he dodged it one by one. He also chopped back with the sharp sword, but the man in black also dodged it.
Amidst the flash of swords and sabers, the token on the black-clothed man's waist caught Xiao Ye's eyes. He was very familiar with this token.
He is a subordinate of Marquis Anlu.
The black-clad men who were fighting with Fu Feng attacked. Xiao Ye had to deal with the ones in front and the ones coming from behind. He was not careful for a moment and was injured in the arm by a big knife.
Xiao Ye frowned, grabbed the black-clad man's wrist and held his neck. The black-clad man fought back and escaped from his hands.
"withdraw!"
The two men in black threw smoke bombs and quickly fled.
The white fog in front of me dissipated, and there was no trace of the man in black on the street. The surroundings returned to peace.
"Sir." Fu Feng came over, clutching his chest and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Seeing Xiao Ye's arm injured, he apologized, "I failed in my duty and failed to stop the black assassin."
Xiao Ye looked at the direction where the two men in black disappeared, his dark eyes deep and bottomless. He turned and walked towards the carriage, saying in a cold voice, "Go back to the villa."
Every blow was fatal, and just like five years ago, it was going to take his life.
After he died, no one would compete with him for the military power.
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The candles in the palace were dimly lit, and two secret agents knelt before the emperor and presented the tokens at their waists with both hands.
"Your Majesty, we have lived up to your expectations. His injury is not serious. It is only a superficial wound on his arm, not to the bone."
The eunuch in front of the emperor took the token and presented it to the emperor.
Emperor Wu Cheng signaled the two men to withdraw and took the two tokens. He took a look at them.
Throw them into the brazier together.
The flames in the basin gradually grew stronger, reflecting the emperor's majestic face.
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Villa.
Shuyun was shocked when Xiao Ye came back injured.
Wen Rong treated Xiao Ye's wound. A basin of clean water was soon stained red by the handkerchief. His clothes were covered with bright red blood. The wound on his upper arm was as long as a finger. After sprinkling medicine powder, the bleeding slowly showed signs of stopping.
Shuyun looked at it, her face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on her palms, and her little face was wrinkled.
Wen Rong stopped Xiao Ye's bleeding and said, "Miss Yun, help me get a roll of white cloth from the medical box."
Shuyun turned around and took out a roll of white cloth.
Wen Rong was about to get the white cloth when Xiao Ye said to her, "Fu Feng is also injured, more seriously than me. Go and take a look."
Wen Rong understood in an instant that it was her fault for not being tactful.
"Miss Yun, the bleeding has stopped. You bandage the adult, and I will go to see Fufeng's injuries." Wen Rong patted Shuyun's hand, stood up, packed up the medical box, and left the room.
A roll of white cloth was still in her hand. Shuyun sat next to Xiao Ye. The wound was shocking and it hurt her just looking at it.
Shuyun didn't waste any more time and bandaged his wound.
The man's arms were broad and his upper arm muscles were strong.
Inadvertently noticing a few scratches on his arm, Shuyun quickly looked away, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her fingers holding the white cloth curled up.
Tomorrow she will cut her nails short so that there will be no marks.
Shu Yun cut the white cloth, tied a knot with her slender fingers, and frowned as she said, "Under the emperor's feet, in a peaceful and prosperous era, there are assassins committing crimes."
Xiao Ye's face darkened slightly, and he lowered his eyes in deep thought.
Shu Yun lowered her head and blew gently on the bandaged area, "Yun'er, blow on it for brother, it will stop hurting."
She spoke softly, and wisps of breeze fell on his arm. Xiao Ye's expression suddenly relaxed, and his eyes were full of tenderness. The hatred that had just risen in his heart was gradually soothed by her breeze.
Xiao Ye looked at her and murmured, "I really don't know what to do with you."
He put his hand on Shuyun's waist and said calmly, "Give me something sweet to taste, and it will stop hurting."
His inky eyes looked at her deeply, as if with a huge suction force, trying to suck her in. Shuyun's slender waist slowly moved forward, hugged the man's neck, and kissed him on the lips.
Shu Yun hugged him, lowered her eyes shyly, and whispered, "Is this okay?"
Xiao Ye rubbed his fingertips along her slender waist, "It seems like it's not enough, it's not sweet enough."
Shuyun raised her eyes and gave him a glare, then moved her lips towards his again, this time staying on his lips for a long time, kissing him gently as she did.
Xiao Ye's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly grabbed the back of her head, taking the initiative and deepening the kiss.
In the end, Shuyun was almost suffocated by this kiss, and she leaned limply in his arms to breathe.
He has an arm injury and can't play tonight.
Shuyun raised a faint smile.
But in Xiao Ye's eyes, this smile had another meaning.
Using his fingertips to wipe away the moisture from her delicate lips, Xiao Ye whispered in her ear, "Do you want to kiss me again?"
Shu Yun was shocked. Before she could say anything, his lips pressed down on hers again.
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Whenever Shuyun had free time, she would make paper hairpins. Since she made a lot, she distributed them to several maids who served her.
Girls all liked these beautiful jewelry. For a while, the maids in Shuyun Courtyard wore tongcao flower hairpins every day.
Although Shuyun was imprisoned in Xiao Ye's mansion, Biluo was satisfied with anything that was not excessive.
Xiao Ye was on duty that day, and Shuyun was tired of the incense in the room, so she asked Biluo to replace it with a new one.
In the afternoon, Shu Yun came to the incense burner, fanned it gently with her palm, and frowned, saying, "I don't like this smell. It's too fragrant. It makes me feel stuffy."
Biluo said, "I'll go get a new one."
Shuyun nodded and asked her to take down the incense burner and replace it with new incense.
"Wait." Shuyun suddenly called out to Biluo who was about to leave the house.
Biluo asked, "What else do you want, young lady?"
Shu Yun looked at the tongcao flower hairpin in Biluo's hair and said, "Go to Yunshuang Pavilion to get your incense made. I'm used to it. I want the one that Shuangniang just made, the one called Xuezhongchunxin."
Biluo: "I'll go right away."
Shuyun smiled faintly and waved her hand to let her do it.
When Shuangniang sees the cypress flower hairpin and combines it with the things Biluo bought, she will understand.
What Shuyun wants is not the spring message in the snow, but the incense.
Shuang Niang likes to talk about the good things she has done. Although she is a prostitute, she also has a kind heart to help others.
Shuyun once heard Shuangniang mention an incident that happened in a brothel. A girl was unwilling to serve a patron with special fetishes, so she wrote on her palm under the pretext of borrowing incense from her, begging her to give her aphrodisiac incense. The incense was exactly Snow Spring Letter.
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