klisemfg Chapter 194 Ingratitude and Deceit (29)
Chapter 194 Ingratitude and Deceit (29)
Looking at their clasped hands, the knuckles of the hand that didn't belong to her were already white, and she felt a slight pain in her own wrist.
Gu Yao felt somewhat helpless.
Even just looking at the wolf cub's retreating figure, he could feel the anger emanating from the boy.
Storm is coming.
Like a volcano about to erupt, just waiting for the right opportunity.
The boy's steps were hurried and fast, and Gu Yao had to quicken his pace to keep up with him.
The steward of the Shen family, who was following behind, wanted to say something, but Gu Yao simply shook his head, silencing him.
Seeing the two of them like this, Shen Shenwei was quite perceptive. After they entered the main room of Ruotang Courtyard, he closed the door for them.
The lights were lit early in the morning, and the late autumn night always carried an indescribable chill.
The boy walked into the house, but there was no way forward. He didn't dare to turn around and look at the young man in front of him.
A surge of anger welled up inside him.
Yet, they couldn't bear to say even a harsh word to the person in front of them.
He was afraid that this person would get angry and leave.
Bu Shaoluan didn't know how to tie him up.
He was not a good person. When he was young, his mother was favored and he enjoyed the love and pampering of everyone.
But once he fell on hard times, he never experienced what it meant to be well again.
It was Shen Xuntang who brought him out of the cold palace.
He only cares about Shen Xuntang.
Why do people always try to steal his treasures from others?
The thought of Bu Qianyan's entanglement with Shen Xuntang filled Bu Shaoluan with a burning anger that had nowhere to go.
This was the first time he had ever wanted to kill someone.
This was also the first time someone had shown covetousness towards Shen Xuntang in front of him.
Even though Shen Xuntang has a notorious reputation, some people still dare to set their sights on him.
Gu Yao felt the increasing force on his wrist, looked at the person in front of him with their back to him, and sighed slightly.
"Your Majesty, is there something you wish to discuss with me?"
The young man's clear voice sounded from behind. Bu Shaoluan, who was immersed in his jealousy, seemed to wake up from a dream. He lowered his eyes and concealed the jealousy and resentment in his heart.
He turned around, lowered his head, and adopted a posture of weakness.
Seeing the conspicuous red mark on Shen Xuntang's wrist, his eyes darkened. "Palm mark, does it hurt?"
The boy's warm fingertips carried the fiery spirit unique to youth, a stark contrast to the perpetually cold temperature of the young man, which resembled a piece of cold jade.
It was so hot it made people panic.
Gu Yao watched as the boy's jade-like fingertips caressed the red mark, the gesture intimate and clingy.
But I felt no disgust at all.
The actions were exactly the same, but only the boy could make him accept them.
The boy's head was lowered, conveying an indescribable air of obedience.
The touch of the fingertips was gentle and precious.
Flirting for no reason.
As Bu Shaoluan looked at the red mark, his thoughts were not so pure.
The clash between red and white is always exceptionally striking.
In the dim candlelight, his slender, strong hands were long and elegant.
That red mark was like proof that the believer had defiled the gods.
Just as Gu Yao was about to reply, a gentle breeze swept away the warmth from his wrist, bringing a chill.
Gu Yao flinched and instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but the boy held it firmly in his palm.
The young emperor lowered his head, gently lifted the youth's hand, and blew on the red mark as if coaxing a child.
"The handprint, this is a method my mother taught me. Blowing on it will make it stop hurting. I was reckless today."
The boy's breath was so close, almost imperceptible, falling on the back of his hand, and even the way he held his hand was extremely careful.
It's like holding a fragile piece of glass.
The warmth that brushed against his wrist carried a hint of coolness, yet Gu Yao felt an indescribable burning sensation.
Even my heart trembled.
My mind isn't very clear either.
Even though they knew it was already overstepping the bounds, their attitude of cherishing it was truly captivating.
I don't know how to deal with this.
Gu Yao was stunned and stood there for a moment.
The boy looked up and met the young man's slightly surprised gaze.
Despite his words about being reckless, the boy showed no intention of letting go of the young man.
Those warm fingertips still lingered on my wrist.
Gu Yao: "..." You little wolf cub!
Feeling the boy's aggressive gaze, Gu Yao reluctantly withdrew his hand.
This time, the boy did not stop him.
But as he withdrew his hand, he openly rubbed his fingers together, as if savoring something.
A genuine smile appeared on his handsome face, bright and dazzling.
The slightly protruding canine teeth added a touch of childishness.
Gu Yao: "..." Isn't this a provocation?
Bu Shaoluan straightened up and looked at the young man in front of him, who was now at eye level with him.
His gaze was sincere and intense.
"Master, Prince Ning is not a good person. Stay away from him."
The boy tugged at the sleeve of the person in front of him, his movements cautious, but his words were utterly childish.
Looking at the boy's slightly puffed-up cheeks, Gu Yao mischievously reached out and poked it.
The boy, caught off guard by the attack, predictably... deflated.
The boy looked up and met the young man's smiling eyes.
Unlike the smiles he usually gave to others, this smile was pure and unrestrained, carrying an indescribable innocence.
It was as if all the gloom had been swept away.
A gentle breeze swept over the hillside, dispelling all the gloom and bringing the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.
As Bu Shaoluan watched, the irritation in his heart seemed to subside a bit.
Let them laugh if they want, it's just the two of them anyway.
No shame.
The boy's words of anger, which had been stuck in his throat, were swallowed back down.
As the moon rose above the treetops, the boy's ears quietly turned red.
Gu Yao had laughed enough, and the gloom of the night had vanished. Looking at the young emperor in front of him, he said with a hint of sarcasm, "How is Prince Ning not a good person? As far as I know, his reputation is excellent."
It was truly unpleasant to hear such praise for that hypocrite, Prince Ning, coming from the mouth of the person in front of me.
Bu Shaoluan lowered his eyes and touched his canine tooth with the tip of his tongue to vent the jealousy that was about to resurface in his heart.
He looked up at Gu Yao, gently shaking the hand that was gripping the young man's clothes, with a touch of childish "jealousy".
“The Prince of Ning is a hypocrite. He has an excellent reputation outside, but that’s just his good act. In private, he’s a complete mess.”
When I was still in the Cold Palace, I saw him take away a handsome young eunuch.
I haven't seen that little eunuch since I came here.
The boy's face showed undisguised disgust, as if he were recalling something nauseating.
What Bu Shaoluan didn't say was that he was the one who orchestrated the little eunuch's arrival before Prince Ning.
He had long known that Prince Ning was fond of handsome men, especially... those with physical disabilities.
They cut back on his food, clothing, and other necessities, and beat and kicked him.
The thought of this sent a chilling glint through the boy's eyes.
He has always been vengeful.
He was never a good person to begin with.
The boy's words were somewhat unclear, but Shen Xuntang, who had spent a long time in the deep palace, was certainly able to understand what he meant.
Gu Yao remained silent for a while.
Recalling some unpleasant memories, her whole face turned cold.
Bu Shaoluan, who had not received a response from the young man for a long time, looked up and saw the young man's expressionless profile. He felt a little uncertain.
What does it mean?
Bu Shaoluan pursed her lips, her unease growing stronger, and the corner of her clothes she was holding onto was no longer enough.
What if, just what if, Shen Xuntang really does like that hypocrite...
Putting everything else aside, that bastard is still quite good-looking.
Maybe Shen Xuntang likes that kind of thing?
The moment the thought of this possibility crossed his mind, the boy tightened his grip on the young man's sleeve.
Holding only the corner of his sleeve, Bu Shaoluan was no longer satisfied.
He tentatively hooked his finger around the young man's thin finger.
Gu Yao's eyes flickered, but he tacitly approved of the boy's actions.
"Does the Chief Seal like that hypocrite?"