klisemfg Chapter 209 Ingratitude and Deceit (44)
Chapter 209 Ingratitude and Deceit (44)
When Gu Yao returned to Ruotang Courtyard, he had already changed his clothes.
Looking at the boy sitting at the table in the candlelight, waiting for him to have dinner, he felt a long-lost sense of peace.
It's like a drifting, adrift ship finding a harbor to dock in.
Bu Shaoluan stared blankly at the dishes on the table, the colorful, fragrant and delicious food slowly losing its heat in the air.
The boy's initial joy gradually faded.
Shen Shenwei was guarding the door when he saw Gu Yao return. He was about to call out to him when Gu Yao made a shushing gesture.
When Gu Yao stood behind Bu Shaoluan, the person at the table was still lost in thought.
Gu Yao smiled, then suddenly had a mischievous idea, and his icy fingertips gripped the boy's neck.
Bu Shaoluan snapped out of her daze, feeling the pressure on her neck gradually tighten, but she felt no fear whatsoever.
He knew who it was from the faint scent of sandalwood so close at hand.
"Has the Grand Secretary been away for most of the day, and now he wants to become a traitor as soon as he gets back?"
Gu Yao felt a little bored; he had originally planned to scare Bu Shaoluan.
He lowered his hand, casually sat down next to the boy, and tilted his head to ask, "How did Your Majesty know it was me?"
The young man's wide sleeves brushed against his neck, carrying the unique scent of sandalwood.
Bu Shaoluan's eyes darkened for a moment, then he smiled, leaned in and kissed the person's cheek, quickly pulling away before the person could react.
"Naturally, it's because Ah Tang and I are on the same wavelength."
Caught off guard by the sneak attack, Gu Yao could only wipe the drool off his face and roll his eyes at Bu Shaoluan.
This eye roll had no intimidating effect on Bu Shaoluan; instead, it conveyed a hint of reproach.
If the corners of those eyes were a little red...
Bu Shaoluan looked away, her ears turning slightly red.
The young man cleared his throat to divert attention, "The Minister must be hungry by now. These dishes are getting cold. I'll have them taken away and reheated."
Gu Yao glanced sideways and saw the boy's slightly reddened ears clearly visible in the flickering candlelight.
He propped his chin up with interest and teased, "What's wrong with Your Majesty? Why is your face so red?"
Already feeling somewhat embarrassed, Bu Shaoluan turned her head away, trying to turn her face away, but this only made her bright red ears even more visible.
Gu Yao tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, feeling that Bu Shaoluan looked somewhat familiar.
A sudden thought flashed through his mind, and his mouth blurted out faster than his brain: "Your Majesty, why are you being shy like a little girl about what you did?"
Upon hearing this, Bu Shaoluan turned his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.
It's as if they don't understand how the word "little girl" is related to them.
The young man was carefree and frivolous. He hadn't originally intended to say it, but seeing Bu Shaoluan's dazed look, his mischievous side began to stir.
Before the person could react, they grabbed them and pulled them over.
A smile played on the young man's lips, making his already beautiful and delicate face even more alluring.
Shao Luan was momentarily lost in thought.
"Your Majesty, is it beautiful?"
Perhaps the flickering candlelight dazzled his eyes, for the boy simply nodded blankly.
There is no one more beautiful than his Ah Tang.
Gu Yao was very satisfied to see the boy looking as if he had bewitched him.
What he liked most was the way Bu Shaoluan looked lost in thought because of him.
Especially in...
She gently placed a kiss on the boy's lips.
Bu Shaoluan's breath hitched.
The young man, however, treated it like teasing a pet, giving it a little treat before backing away.
Her slender, pale fingertips gently kneaded the boy's earlobe, watching the moisture stain his thin lips.
Gu Yao's gaze darkened slightly, and he couldn't help but lick his lips, revealing a wicked smile.
"So good."
Gu Yao stared intently at the person in front of him. Bu Shaoluan felt a little nervous under his gaze, his body stiffened, and his fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of his sleeve.
Just as the two were at an impasse, Shen Shenwei knocked on the door.
Gu Yao smiled and immediately released his grip on the boy's hand.
"Your Majesty, please have your meal."
Bu Shaoluan breathed a sigh of relief, but as the faint sandalwood scent faded from her nose, she felt a vague sense of loss.
After dinner, Gu Yao changed into some light clothes and leaned against the soft couch by the window. It was indeed quite hot in the capital city as July was approaching.
Even with ice in the room, it was still unbearably hot.
Gu Yao didn't like having anyone to serve him, and he didn't even have someone to fan him.
So much so that this ice was hardly enough to help the capital city in July.
It's better than nothing.
At times like these, Gu Yao would especially miss modern air conditioning.
It's a truly great invention.
Gu Yao raised his hand to wipe away his sweat, looking at the secret messages sent back by the spies he had recently sent out.
The regional princes were relatively well-behaved.
After waiting impatiently for Gu Yao in bed for a long time, Bu Shaoluan turned over in frustration, sat up, and looked at the candlelight still burning in the outer room.
It's so bright and glaring, it's really annoying.
When the weather is cold, Atang goes to bed early and asks her to warm the bed for him. When they sleep together, she always snuggles into his arms.
Now that the weather is hot, he wishes he could stuff himself in ice.
I always let myself fall asleep first, and then I don't know how late I stay up. Even though we're on the same tatami mat, there's enough space between us to fit another person.
Each time, I only reluctantly get closer after I've worn myself down to the point where I have no other choice.
Today was the same again.
Bu Shaoluan was somewhat depressed.
He went to the outer room in his undergarments, intending to bring the person back.
As Gu Yao looked at the secret letter in his hand, the candlelight suddenly dimmed.
Looking up, he saw Bu Shaoluan standing in front of him with a sour face.
Bu Shaoluan had come out holding his breath, thinking it would be best to forcibly carry the person back.
But when he met those clear, amber eyes, his anger seemed to be pricked by a needle, and he immediately softened, his tone of voice also softening.
"Master, it's time to rest."
Gu Yao thought Bu Shaoluan had something to say, so when he heard this, he just smiled and continued to look at the secret letter.
"If Your Majesty is tired, please rest first."
Looking at the young man's delicate and handsome profile, Bu Shaoluan took a deep breath and put on a pitiful and aggrieved expression.
"Ah Tang,..."
Bu Shaoluan didn't say anything, but simply called out Gu Yao's name softly.
Upon hearing the boy's voice in that tone, Gu Yao's brow twitched instinctively, he sighed slightly, and looked up at the boy.
The boy lowered his eyes, his feather-like eyelashes casting shadows beneath them. His head trembled slightly, a gesture of weakness, like a stray puppy no one wanted.
It makes people feel pity and love.