Chapter 670 Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 30
If Shen Lang continues to tolerate the repeated teasing without paying attention to others, he will not be a man.
Quan Jiu's head was pressed against the wall, his chin was pinched, and he was forced to look up and look at him.
Although she was clearly under someone's absolute control, her eyes always held a faint smile, and she was arrogant without a trace of fear, which made people want to destroy her even more and make her cry.
Quan Jiu was indeed not afraid of the harsh words that Shen Lang said.
A eunuch.
I can only make harsh words and pretend.
There was a flash of regret in her eyes, but she didn't dare let Shen Lang see it. After all, men have self-esteem in that aspect.
She tapped his chest with her fingertips: "Sir, you are so arrogant..."
Chen Lang grabbed her restless hand, loosened the shackles on her, pulled her to the stool, put his hands on her shoulders, and pressed her down forcefully.
"Be honest."
Quan Jiu's lips curled slightly. The little girl was still lying on the bed. No matter how tolerant she was, she would not do anything excessive in front of the child. Just a few words were the limit.
Chen Lang naturally understood this and knew from the beginning that she was just talking nonsense.
He spread out the rice paper and picked up the brush: "If you want to deal with Chu Tuo, you must know the current situation and positions in the court..."
By candlelight, Quan Jiu held his face with one hand and watched lazily as he wrote down the official titles and names one by one.
The man's indifferent brows took on a touch of warmth under the warm yellow light. It is said that a woman is most beautiful when she is focused, and this statement is no exception for men.
Shen Lang wrote down an intricate relationship diagram, and even listed the forces behind each person. When Quan Jiu saw this dense network of relationships, he once again felt that Chu Tuo's loss was not unfair. Shen Lang had already taken into account every move in the capital.
"It's really miserable to be your enemy, Lord Shen." Quan Jiu clicked his tongue twice.
Chen Lang looked at the woman who was messing around with the brush, picked up the end of another brush, and gently hit the back of her hand, without any pain.
"Don't make trouble."
He almost made a mistake in writing because of the swaying, but luckily he corrected the strokes in time so that she wouldn't find out and laugh at him.
After being beaten, Quan Jiu curled his lips slightly, stopped spinning his pen, and picked up the picture:
"Sir Shen, you have such a clear understanding of the situation in the capital, is it really just for the sake of a mere East Factory commander?"
Shen Lang's eyes fell on her face: "Has anyone ever told you that you are really good at getting yourself into trouble?"
Treason is a crime that will punish nine generations of a family, and no news of it can be leaked. If someone else had mentioned the matter of usurping the throne again and again, they would have been torn to pieces thousands of times.
Quan Jiu's fingertips tapped on the table, not only did he not slow down, but he became even bolder:
"Do you really want to be emperor so much?"
She originally wanted to seize Chu Tuo's throne for fun, but if Shen Lang really wanted to be the emperor, she could help him.
Shen Lang lowered his eyes and stared at the table, without giving a direct answer: "Come here, I will explain this picture to you."
Just a network of relationships is not enough to summarize the undercurrents in the capital.
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The two of them sat at the table, studying a picture for most of the night. The candle burned out unknowingly. The morning light was dim outside the window, and the roosters in the temple crowed.
When Quan Jiu woke up while lying on the table, he opened his eyes and saw Shen Lang's sleeping face.
Even from this death angle, he still looks as handsome as a character walking out of a painting.
She looked at the morning light outside the window and estimated the time. She didn't fall asleep until five or six last night, so she probably only slept for half an hour.
Seeing the tiredness between Shen Lang's brows, Quan Jiu did not interrupt him. He stood up and covered him with the black cloak from last night, and then reviewed the relationship diagram from last night.
After carefully digesting what Shen Lang had explained last night, Quan Jiu raised his hand to pour himself some tea, but when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Shen Lang's furrowed brows.
She muttered to herself: "Could it be a nightmare..."
………
Shen Lang returned to the narrow room.
He was precocious and intelligent since childhood, so when his gambling-addicted father sold him to a eunuch in the palace for two hundred coins, he knew that his future fate would be entangled with this deep palace.
The bought child was crying, and he was the only one sitting in the corner, quietly eating a meat-filled bun.
He couldn't remember the last time he ate meat.
There is no father who would beat people with a stick when he is drunk, and there is no disgusting vomit on the ground. He does not have to pretend to be a beggar and beg on the street every day. The small dark house that is so dilapidated that it cannot shelter him from the wind and rain has finally become a fragment of his memory.
In the room, other children were crying and making a fuss, as if they were in hell, but for little Shen Lang, this place was like heaven.
As long as he can survive, he is willing to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire.
Ambition began to grow wildly in the darkness.
Thanks to his experience of begging on the streets, he has been able to read people's expressions since he was a child. After the housekeepers found that he was sensible, they were naturally more willing to give him tasks than others.
Entering the palace at the age of five, Shen Lang spent five long years in the palace before finally waiting for the day of castration.
The cleansing room in my memory had a fishy smell.
Chen Lang accepted his fate and was tied to the stage. He originally thought that he would wait for someone from the cleansing room, but he did not expect to wait for his master, Yan Sui, who was just a young eunuch at the time.
The master was over forty years old and always looked at him with a "kind and loving" gaze.
"Xiao Lang, you are different from other children. It is up to you to inherit Master's legacy."
Little Shen Lang was confused and did not understand the deeper meaning of his words.
Yan Sui transferred Shen Lang to his side and asked him to follow him "at all times and every minute and every second".
All the companions who entered the palace with him became real eunuchs, only Chen Lang escaped.
But the fact is that the disaster you avoided will be returned to you in another way when you are caught off guard.
The kind face in my memory gradually became hideous and ugly.
"Xiao Lang..."
"Xiao Lang..."
There was a sickeningly loving voice calling his name in his ears.
Cold sweat broke out on Chen Lang's forehead and palms, and he instinctively felt nauseous.
Yan Sui's face kept being torn apart, reassembled, and enlarged, but no matter how it changed, the only thing that remained unchanged was the hypocritical smile at the corner of his mouth.
As that face gradually grew larger, Shen Lang finally couldn't help but clutch his chest and suddenly woke up from his dream! !
Fresh air filled my lungs, the sky outside the window became bright, and the sound of wooden fish came in a regular pattern.
"Are you okay?"
Quan Jiu stretched out his hand, wanting to give him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, but before his fingertips touched his forehead, he jumped away like a frightened bird.
She stopped moving suddenly.
Shen Lang also realized that his reaction was too intense. He lowered his eyes and calmed his breathing. He clenched his large hands hidden under his sleeves and his expression returned to calm.
"Thanks."
He took the handkerchief calmly.
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