Chapter 45 Wet
In the dead of night, Yang Xuchuan was summoned to his father's study once again. As soon as he closed the door, Yang Gong waved his hand and said, "You don't have to hide it from me. I already know everything. Now, tell me, I saw Xue Nu today... How is he?"
Although he was timid and cowardly, he knew his son was not. Sure enough, his son bowed and said, "I did go to see Xue Nu off today..."
Just as he finished speaking, Yang Xuchuan wiped away his tears, "You don't know, when Xue Nu left the palace this time, the emperor didn't give her anything. He even took a washbasin with him..."
"What?"
Yang Gong was so shocked that he stood up from his chair. Yang Xuchuan then told him the whole story of meeting Xiao Ji. When he first saw it, he even thought that this was not his nephew's carriage. It was not until he saw the eunuch Zhao Tong that he was sure. At that time, he almost couldn't help it, but in order not to embarrass his nephew too much, he didn't say a word.
After hearing that the two carriages were filled with things inside and outside, and there were clanging sounds inside and outside the carriages, Yang Gong fell back into his chair in a daze.
"He used to be the crown prince, how could he have ridden in such an unseemly carriage? He was so frugal..."
Thinking about what could have caused his grandson's temperament to change so drastically, even the timid and cowardly him couldn't help but curse inwardly, "How can a father be like this? Even if he was dividing the family property for his son, he wouldn't leave him with nothing... This is really too much of a bully!"
Yang Xuchuan's father became emotional and added, "Actually, there is one, that palace..."
It would have been fine if they hadn't mentioned the temporary palace. As soon as he did, Yang Gong became even more furious. "Everyone knows that the palace was built by the last emperor of the Former Wu Dynasty. When the Former Wu Dynasty was destroyed, Taizu was captured in it. How unlucky!"
The more he spoke, the louder his voice became, his face filled with both sorrow and anger. Seeing that the emotions had almost reached their peak, Yang Xuchuan raised his eyes and echoed, "Yes, it's really too much of a bully. Dad, are we just going to watch like this? How about..."
Although no one from the Yang family currently holds high office, they still possess a token that can command a force left behind by the Yang Emperor. Even now, that force cannot be underestimated. With that power...
But Yang Gong raised his eyes vigilantly, and seeing that his son had other intentions, he immediately retracted his head.
"No! Don't think too much, go back to sleep."
He waved his sleeves and sent his son out with a few words. Yang Xuchuan sighed inwardly, knowing that this matter could not be rushed and could only be handled slowly, so he bowed and retreated.
After his son left the study, Yang Gong returned to the desk and slowly took out a letter from the drawer. If Xiao Ji were here, he would definitely be able to recognize whose handwriting it was.
He unfolded the letter again, stroked his beard and sighed. Yang Gong read it over and over again, and finally closed it, put it away and hid it in a drawer.
No, it still won’t work. The Yang family can’t afford to have any more deaths.
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At the palace, the two of them were dozing off. Qing Wu deliberately slept farther away from him to avoid touching his legs. Tired after an afternoon of sleep, he soon fell into a deep sleep. However, Xiao Ji was full of energy. As soon as he closed his eyes, the fire-avoiding diagram, jade-like skin, etc. kept circling in his mind. It was unknown how long it took before he could barely fall asleep.
When he woke up, he saw that beautiful face as soon as he opened his eyes. She was leaning on her arms and looking at him with concern, her brows slightly furrowed. But Xiao Ji had no time to pay attention to it. His eyes were confused for a moment, and the dream at night suddenly surged.
He vaguely recalled the fragments in his dream - the girl in front of him untied her belt and smiled at him, her eyes flickering like spring water, her fingertips gently stroked his cheek, and her warm breath sprayed on his ear: "Liu Lang, I know what you think..."
As those fragments flooded in, Xiao Ji's throat suddenly tightened. Meanwhile, his wife beside him asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? I just heard you groaning a little. Is there something wrong with your leg?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the face of the young man who had just woken up was flushed with a strange blush again, which made Qingwu feel disappointed. He touched his forehead and was about to lift the quilt to check his legs.
She had not originally intended to reveal her medical skills to him anytime soon, but she had to act swiftly. Seeing that he showed signs of illness, she certainly could not stand idly by.
However, as soon as the quilt was lifted up, it was quickly covered by the boy. Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he said anxiously, "No!"
Xiao Ji could already feel the wetness in his lower abdomen, and now even his fingertips began to feel hot. How could he be... so useless?
His face was getting redder and redder. Qingwu mistakenly thought that he had a high fever, but her palm could not detect the temperature of his forehead, so she leaned over and touched her forehead against his. She was so focused on his condition that she did not notice that the boy's pupils suddenly dilated when their foreheads touched.
Xiao Ji pursed his lower lips tightly. The soft skin, the lingering body fragrance when she was close to him, and the scene in his dream all turned into a hot wave, completely drowning him.
The girl was still unaware of what was happening. She stood up slightly and left, muttering, "It doesn't seem hot at all."
But when she left, she caught a glimpse of his red cheek again, so she pressed her fair and soft cheek against his, and this time she exclaimed, "It's so hot!"
At this moment, the boy's knuckles turned white as he gripped the corner of the quilt.
He heard his own hoarse voice: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry." But the dryness in his throat and the uncontrollable heartbeat ruthlessly exposed this lie.
But how could he let her continue the examination?
"Let me see your legs!" Qing Wu insisted on lifting the quilt, but as soon as his fingertips touched the corner of the quilt, Xiao Ji grabbed his wrist tightly.
His strength was astonishing. Qing Wu looked up in surprise, but saw that the boy's eyelashes were trembling slightly and emotions were surging in his eyes.
"Nothing really."
Xiao Ji turned his face away, his Adam's apple rolling violently.
He felt Qingwu's wrist getting hot in his palm, and the wetness on his lower abdomen became more and more obvious, seemingly more than before.
Xiao Ji couldn't help but look up at Qing Wu. The morning light shone through the broken window onto her face, clearly illuminating her current worries. This made him even more embarrassed. How could he still have such wild thoughts in such a situation?
The boy's repeated attempts to stop him and his evasive appearance finally made Qingwu suddenly quiet down.
She stared at Xiao Ji's red ears, the blush spreading across his cheeks, and his sparkling eyes, and suddenly remembered what happened before she fell asleep last night.
A vague realization suddenly struck her mind. She froze for a moment, then glanced at his lower abdomen involuntarily before quickly retracting her gaze. Hastily pulling her hand back, she feigned ignorance and said, "Ah, well, I'll get up first then."
But how could her eyes not be filled with shame when she turned around?
But apart from shyness, a hint of joy also appeared in the girl's eyes. This is good, at least there is no problem in that aspect?
Seeing that Qingwu finally stopped trying to lift the quilt, Xiao Ji, who was lying on the bed, breathed a sigh of relief. However, Qingwu had to step over him when she got up. The skin that was warm under the candlelight last night had a different kind of beauty in the daytime.
He tried hard not to look at her, just hoping she would leave quickly. But just as he expected, the girl quickly put on her burqa and was about to leave. Before leaving, she turned back and said, "If you have any clothes to wash, you can send them to the side hall."
Xiao Ji looked over quickly and happened to catch the last bit of mischievous eyes.
Xiao Ji just realized it later and saw that the girl had already run away lightly with her burqa in her hand.
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