Chapter 65 [VIP]
“Of course, that’s not all,” Murong Yue said.
Looking at the young man's caring manner, he felt ashamed for always taking advantage of his vulnerability, yet he was also hopelessly immersed in it. The young man's gentle words were like a honey-sweet, addictive poison to him.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Lu Xuejin asked him, placing her palm on his forehead.
The young man's face was reflected in his eyes, who looked at him with gentle eyes. A pool of ink flowed in his eyes, as if trying to draw the young man into it. He gently shook his head and snuggled into Lu Xuejin's arms.
"It's all my fault. I have so little self-control. I don't know what to do when Changyou touches me," he said softly.
His robe, clinging to the young man's skin, bulged out like a hot iron, pressing against the young man's palm and causing a slight change in the young man's expression. He observed Lu Xuejin's expression without moving, seeing that the young man seemed helpless but did not push him away, still letting him stay in his arms.
"Your Highness, it's good that you're not ill... You can handle this yourself."
Why should he do it himself when the person is here? What's the point of doing it himself? He watched as the young man suddenly turned his face away, and a thoughtful expression crossed his mind. He looked at the man's profile and leaned closer to tease him.
“Brother, you came to me to help me, didn’t you? If you hadn’t come, I would have done it myself. Now that you’ve delivered yourself to my door, I’m not going to do it myself,” Murong Yue said.
"Brother Changyou, touch it."
He took Lu Xuejin's hand and guided her to the burning area. The young man's fingers were long and elegant, like delicate jade, contrasting with the roughness of his body. He looked at them quietly, already imagining how he would play with the other's fingers.
"--elder brother."
Lu Xuejin felt somewhat helpless as he listened to the boy call his name. The boy's voice was going through puberty, somewhere between the clear tone of a boy and the deep, hoarse voice of an adult. His breath touched Lu Xuejin's ear, and the boy's face and ears turned red. His eyes, tinged with a hint of melancholy, also reddened, and he stared at Lu Xuejin as if he were about to pounce on him at any moment.
He suddenly recalled the scene he had seen before: his belt, his undershirt, and his clothes, all of which the boy had used for something.
The thick tree roots, bound by the belt and resembling those coiled deep within, exuded a primal, earthy scent and scalded him through his clothes. The heat touched his thumb, burning like hot oil, melting him and causing his knuckles to involuntarily curl up, enveloped in a layer of heat.
His Highness is always like this, able to easily disturb his mind.
He glanced up and saw the boy staring at him with sharp, red eyes, his jawline taut, his handsome face flushed with a look of suppressed discomfort, like a trumpet creeper bending down in the sunset. The boy's presence was so intense that he couldn't utter a single word of protest.
He sighed, touched the boy, and saw that the boy's face was covered in a layer of sweat from excitement. The boy's eyebrows and eyes were even more intense from the smoke, and his hair was wet and fell on his cheeks. His canine teeth touched his ear and bit him, unwilling to let go. He felt a sticky breath on his ear, mixed with the boy's suppressed voice. The low voice fell on his ear, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.
"Your Highness, there's no need to hold back. You'll be fine once you come out." He glanced at the boy and met his gaze. His intense, gloomy eyes enveloped the boy, mixed with a burning heat that was hard to distinguish from the damp heat. A delicate touch landed on his neck, treating him like some kind of prey, leaving bright red teeth marks on his skin.
"Brother Changyou, you're so beautiful." Murong Yue leaned closer, staring intently at him with his eyes, his smile reflected in them, a smile that seemed to devour him and drag him into the depths of flames.
That smile was burning bright and dazzling, like a blazing flame. His heart softened for a moment, and the boy lingered on him for an hour. The prince seemed to have transformed into a fairy from a painting, clinging to him and refusing to let go. His whole body became wet, having been licked countless times by the boy.
The more anxious he became, the calmer the boy remained, clinging to him contentedly, unable to expel himself no matter what. An hour passed, and when he finally managed to finish, he went to wash his hands, the boy following closely behind him.
"Brother Changyou." Murong Yue's voice came from behind, the air seemed to be filled with the sweetness of melted sugar.
Hearing those three words gave him a headache again. He glanced at the person and saw that the boy's face was flushed. He hugged him from behind and clung to him again.
Murong Yue said to him, "Let's sleep together tonight."
It was as if there was an extra shell behind him. He couldn't help but look at the person and deliberately said, "Didn't His Highness just say today that we should keep our distance?"
“That doesn’t count,” Murong Yue said. “What we say now counts.”
After he finished speaking, the young prince's clear black and white eyes reflected his gaze as he asked, "Brother's movements look very practiced. Am I your first?"
Lu Xuejin's eyelids twitched at the question. He sighed inwardly and looked at the man, saying, "What does 'proficient' mean? Your Highness, please explain."
"It's just... Brother made it much more comfortable than I could on my own." The deep voice muffled his ear. Murong Yue hugged him and rubbed his cheek against him, making his cheek sting.
"I like it when my brother helps me. From now on, my brother can only help me, not anyone else. If I'm your first and last, my brother smells so good... Your ears are chubby, like meat buns. I like your ears. I also like your eyes, like gems in the desert. My uncle and I went to the desert once, and your eyes were like gems buried in the sand, so beautiful. I also like your nose, and I also like your mouth. I like it even more when my brother kisses me, and I also like it when my brother hugs me. I'm so happy when my brother hugs me. I also like hugging my brother. Tonight we're going to sleep together. I hugged my doll and kissed it today because of my brother. It's all my brother's fault. I almost faint when my brother kisses me. My older brother doesn't react when I kiss him. I like my brother a little more, and I hope my brother will like me a little more in the future. Has anyone written to my brother recently? My brother hasn't written to me yet. Everyone else receives my brother's letters all the time, so my brother should write one to me too. My brother calls me to eat when I haven't eaten. My brother is like my mother. I like Changyou the most..."
The boy's voice chattered incessantly in his ear, like a little butterfly fluttering around him. He watched as the prince's mouth opened and closed, as if a flower was about to bloom on his head. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Had the prince always been so talkative?
"Brother Changyou." Murong Yue called him again, kissed him twice on the cheek, and looked at him with a grin. The gloom completely disappeared, and a shy expression appeared. He turned into a lively and satisfied little bird, flying around him.
Lu Xuejin touched his face, feeling as if he were still carrying the prince's scent, wondering if it was just his imagination. Because the prince had spoken so much, and his memory was exceptionally sharp, the prince's voice echoed in his mind, making him forget what he was originally supposed to do.
It took me a while to remember that I should take His Highness out for dinner.
The two of them came out one after the other. Li Miaosuo had been upstairs while they ate, and Ziyan had brought the food up. Now that the others had come down, besides Li Miaosuo, there were four women wearing hooded robes. The four women had patterns of swaying trees on their collars, and their faces were almost completely covered. The black robes suppressed large areas of darkness, making them look like women who had come from a tower for spiritual practice.
Each of them carried a long sword and spoke softly before Li Miaosuo, their heads bowed. Their demeanor was unlike that of ordinary women, reminiscent of the silent and unyielding figures of assassins standing guard along the Great Wall.
Li Miaosuo spotted the two of them and smiled at them, saying, "Lord Lu. What a coincidence! These are four of my bodyguards: Changdi, Mu'e, Feixin, and Mingli. This is my savior."
Four women then bowed to him using church etiquette, placing one hand on their heart and bending over. Most of their faces were obscured by metal chains, revealing only their eyebrows, eyes, and chins; their full features were not visible.
"No need for formalities, it's a pleasure to meet you," Lu Xuejin said.
"Brother, come and eat." Murong Yue called to him from behind.
They were sitting at the next table. They had originally planned to escort Li Miaosuo back, but now that the guard had come to meet them, it was perfect. As he thought this, his gaze fell on the woman next to him, then he looked away after a moment.
"Your Highness is out?" Tengluo saw them from the second floor and immediately came over to join in the fun. The waiter first brought milk tea and cold noodles. The cold noodles were cooked in apple soup. Murong Yue glanced at them several times and then showed them the apples on the plate.
"Brother, would you like some milk tea? It's made with apples, and it looks really sweet," Murong Yue asked. He and Tengluo set out the plates, and soon the table became a lavish dining table.
“Yes, yes, the milk tea is delicious.” Tengluo said happily, pouring milk tea for her and His Highness respectively.
The two children huddled together, and Tengluo even brought down a storybook. Murong Yue recognized it as the comic book he had bought, and he couldn't help but say, "Tengluo, who gave you permission to rummage through my things?"
“Your Highness often takes my things too. This is what Your Highness put on the table. I also need to read more books,” Tengluo said.
"Your Highness was having a good time playing with the dolls, why did you come out?" Tengluo asked deliberately.
Murong Yue said quietly, "Give me back my book. I won't let you read it."
Lu Xuejin listened to the two children chattering. He looked at the four women beside him and noticed that they were all wearing the same lotus-patterned dress. He vaguely heard the women address Li Miaosuo as "Mother." After the four women left, Li Miaosuo noticed him and smiled at him.
"I sent a message back, and they immediately rushed back. Those four were my own daughters. Please forgive my rudeness, Lord Lu," Li Miaosuo said to him.
“I see,” Lu Xuejin said. “Judging from their posture just now, they looked like assassins. So they are Miss Li’s daughters. Did they serve in the military?”
“My biological daughters are naturally extraordinary. All four of them have undergone rigorous training. I have spent a lot of time cultivating them to their current level, whether in the six arts or in moral character,” Li Miaosuo said with a smile.
Lu Xuejin didn't ask any further questions and replied, "Miss Li is an excellent mother."
Upon hearing this, Li Miaosuo said, "Does Lord Lu have anyone in mind? If you like one of them, it wouldn't be impossible for you to arrange a marriage between you."
Murong Yue, who was drinking milk tea and reading a comic book, put the book down upon hearing this, and stared at the woman opposite him with his clear black and white eyes, his eyes surging with unfriendly emotions.
"This shouldn't be my opinion. I have no intention of marrying any of the young ladies. Miss Li might as well ask them if they find me suitable," Lu Xuejin said unhurriedly.
Li Miaosuo understood the difference almost immediately and couldn't help but prop her head up and laugh. When she smiled, her kind eyes narrowed like those of a Buddha, as if a Bodhisattva had appeared on the spot, exuding a kind and loving aura.
"Lord Lu. Lord Lu. Truly extraordinary."
"Before entering the city tomorrow, how about Lord Lu come and sit in my monastery for a while?" Li Miaosuo asked.
Lu Xuejin: "No need. I still have official duties to attend to. I will part ways with Miss Li today. See you another day."
They chatted idly on the first floor, returning to their respective rooms late at night. Lu Xuejin also received a letter from Wei Ning that night. In it, Wei Ning wrote about the Possa sect, whose leader, Li Miaosuo, was a renowned beauty from Suzhou in her youth. Besides her beauty, she was also famous for being a jinx, having married three times in Suzhou, each time her husband died shortly after she became pregnant. She inherited all the property and gave birth to daughters.
Her three deceased husbands were: the first, the former prefect of Suzhou; the second, the richest man in the area; and the third, a deputy general stationed in Suzhou. Because of her beauty and wisdom, and her skill in bewitching people, she attracted many men in the area. After having several children, she moved to Liancheng, where she founded the Posuo sect and called herself the Posuo Sect Mother.
Li Miaosuo raised her daughters alone, having given birth to six daughters in total. One daughter married the inspector of Liancheng Surveillance Bureau, another married the youngest son of the prefect of Dingzhou. The remaining four daughters were connected to powerful families in the south, forming a network of kinship ties that extended throughout the southern region.
Lu Xuejin read the entire letter and recalled Li Miaosuo's bodhisattva-like face. She remained unfazed even in the face of a poisonous snake, and after being imprisoned at the bottom of the well for more than half a month, she never spoke of her experiences there.
The next day, they were supposed to part ways. Before leaving, Lu Xuejin checked the official silver. The carriage door opened, revealing neatly arranged boxes inside, with a corner of a silver Buddha statue showing its closed eyes, blending with the gold and silver. He couldn't help but stare at it for a long time.
"Brother Changyou, we should get going." Murong Yue leaned closer and said to him.
Lu Xuejin closed the box and fell into thought. He watched as Li Miaosuo was about to leave with the guard in the distance, and said to Murong Yue, "Your Highness, I suddenly remembered that I haven't replied to Wei Ning. Please deliver the letter for me... We will meet in Dingzhou later, and you and Ziyan can go together."
Murong Yue: "The letter my brother wrote to Sister Wei?"
"Yes. I'll send it after Your Highness has read it," Lu Xuejin said.
He dismissed Murong Yue and then called back Li Miaosuo, who was about to leave.
"Miss Li, do you still stand by what you said yesterday? I am still a little reluctant to part with you today. May I visit your monastery for a while?" he asked.
Seeing Ziyan leave with His Highness, Tengluo followed suit and checked the official silver. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she remembered the Buddha statue being golden. Why was it now silver? The young master had already checked it; if it was fine, then it was fine. She dismissed her own thoughts.
As soon as Lu Xuejin finished speaking, the four women froze simultaneously. Li Miaosuo turned her head, smiled at him, and replied.
“Of course. Lord Lu is my savior. It is my greatest honor that you would come to my sect.”
“In that case, I will trouble you,” Lu Xuejin said. “I’ll have to trouble you to send the 100,000 taels of silver in this carriage with someone.”
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