I am born a beauty, and I am supreme

Chapter 100

Just as she yearned for the sunlight and the comforting warmth of bathing in its glow, Tang Leyan longed for Chu Zhen, a man of such radiance and gentleness. She was an incredibly strong woman, yet her desire for him was like that of the sun and moon gazing at each other from afar, each gaze irrevocably drawn to the other.

If you like something, you like it, no doubt about it.

If they collide, it will be earth-shattering.

Love is too extreme.

On the other hand, Chu Gexing and she are the same.

When Tang Leyan skipped back into the house, she found Chu Zhen and Beitang Yujian having a very pleasant conversation.

Seeing her come in, she stopped talking. Chu Zhen got up and walked to her side: "Why are you all wet?" She raised her sleeve to wipe her. But when her fingers suddenly touched her smooth forehead, she stopped abruptly, turned her head and called out: "Yi He".

The clerk came out from the room next door.

"grown ups."

"Go and light a stove in the next room, and bring me a towel," he ordered.

"Yes, sir."

"Why are you lighting the stove?" Tang Leyan asked. "Aren't you cold? Your forehead is freezing. Be careful not to catch a cold," he said, a slight displeasure in his eyes.

Tang Leyan really wanted to shout, "I'm perfectly healthy, I've never been sick since I was a child!" But after thinking about it and seeing his expression, she swallowed her words and said with a smile, "Then just wipe away the rain. I'm not going to the next room."

"Hmm?" Chu Zhen had already turned back to the table, but now she turned back as well. "So, what do you want?"

“Of course I want to be here.” She walked to the table and grabbed his arm, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

He paused slightly, then coughed and said, "Let go, let go."

She shrugged, but obediently let go.

Beitang Yujian was watching intently from the side.

Tang Leyan glared at him.

He covered his eyes with his hands, turned his head away, then turned back. His eyes darted around nervously.

“By the way, Young Master Beitang,” Chu Zhen said.

"Um……"

"As we were just talking, do you know anyone from the Tang Clan in Sichuan within this Shundu?"

"Hmm, it seems like there's one or two."

"Then, could you please go and ask them who they've given their thunderbolts to?"

"I will do as you command, sir."

"It's alright, it's raining now. We can go after the rain stops."

"May I?"

Chu Zhen was about to answer.

Tang Leyan coughed loudly from the side.

Beitang Yujian glanced at her before changing his words, saying, "Speed is of the essence in war, so I'd better go now, haha."

Tang Leyan stood behind Chu Zhen. She extended her right hand and gave him a thumbs-up.

Chu Zhen nodded: "Then I will await good news."

Beitang Yujian smiled, turned around and went out.

The clerk hurriedly offered an umbrella.

He carried an umbrella and walked away, his steps unhurried and leisurely through the rain.

The clerk then entered and handed over the towel. Chu Zhen took it, thought for a moment, and said, "Let's light the stove here."

"Yes, sir." The clerk bowed and backed out the door.

The sky was overcast and damp, and a chilly air permeated the air.

The interior, however, remained as warm as ever.

Chu Zhen was still looking at official documents at the table. Tang Leyan initially clung to him, but he grew impatient with her and sent her to look at the stove. Unexpectedly, she wandered around the stove, fiddling with it, and actually extinguished the fire. He had to send someone to fix it.

After she finished, she learned her lesson and would sometimes squat by the stove to watch the fire, and sometimes turn to look at him, at least she didn't lift a finger.

However, this situation didn't last long. Before noon, she had a flash of inspiration and ran to the next room to chatter with the clerk about something.

A short while later, someone brought over a large basket.

Chu was really busy and didn't notice.

I only glanced at it twice and saw that it contained some common fruits and the like, a dazzling array of items, quite complete.

I thought she wanted to eat something, but I just smiled.

A short while later, a crackling sound was heard, like the sound of firecrackers.

Chu Zhen was surprised and smelled a strong burnt smell.

He hurriedly looked up and saw wisps of white smoke rising from the stove.

The little figure was squatting there, reaching out and carefully poking at the black, smoking thing on it.

Chu Zhen exclaimed in surprise, "Be careful!"

He pushed aside the official documents, stood up, and went to her.

He reached out and grabbed her little hand to stop her from moving, then bent down, picked up the fire tongs next to him, and flicked the thing onto the ground.

Then he asked, "What are you doing? Be careful not to get burned!"

Tang Leyan looked up at his actions, completely unconcerned, and said, "What are you afraid of? I'll be very careful."

"What's this...?" He looked at her face, where there was a distinct black mark, which she had touched herself at some point, as if she had deliberately drawn it with charcoal. The black mark against her fair complexion looked particularly comical.

He couldn't help but laugh, but had no choice but to let go, turning away and shaking his head inwardly.

"Uncle Zhen, I'll roast some sweet potatoes for you later." She said, squatting down again to poke at the dark, murky thing on the ground.

"This can't be eaten," she said regretfully. Chu Zhen smiled and turned around to look, only to find that the burnt thing was actually a small peanut, which had long been charred and no longer looked its original color.

He shook his head, both amused and infuriating, and said, "Be careful not to get burned."

He turned around and went back to his table to continue working.

Dragon and Tiger Fight in the Capital Chapter 118: The Killer Star

Tang Leyan busied herself by the stove for a long time, using whatever fruits and vegetables in the basket she wanted. Due to her immature experimentation, she sacrificed countless fruits and vegetables, but in the end, she finally produced a half-cooked sweet potato, which she presented to Chu Zhen as if it were a treasure.

Chu Zhen looked at the dark object with a troubled expression, thinking that she wouldn't die from poisoning if she ate it. Seeing the other person's eager gaze, she finally reluctantly held it in her hands and took a bite.

Those clean, white fingers were immediately covered in a black powder resembling furnace ash or burnt powder. However, after taking a bite, they found it quite delicious and gave the person an approving look.

Unexpectedly, what was originally just a gesture of support became someone's greatest motivation. Thus, in the solemn and dignified Military Council, the important government office that handled the affairs of the nation, strange smells would occasionally emanate from it. This caused the clerks working in the next room to often lift their noses and ask each other while reviewing and correcting official documents: "Today... is it roasted peanuts? It smells burnt and oily."

Chu Zhen's transformation from initially finding it unbearable to gradually being forced to endure it was remarkably rapid. While Tang Leyan was presenting her treasure, he could only quickly tidy up the official documents on the table to prevent anyone in court from saying again, "The documents recently sent out by the Military Affairs Department have something strange on them..."

Such comments are truly embarrassing yet thought-provoking.

Actually, it was just that when he was eating a roasted sweet potato that someone had personally served him, he accidentally dropped it, and the sweet potato rolled on the folding paper. It wasn't until one day when Tang Leyan said she was going to cook that Chu Zhen really couldn't sit still anymore.

"Leyan, come here, stop what you're doing." He stopped writing and gestured for the bewildered clerk to step back.

The other party immediately ran away faster than a rabbit.

Tang Leyan was delighted to hear him call her name. She jumped up and asked, "What did you call me for?"

"What do you want to do?" Chu Zhen grabbed her arm and glanced sideways at a pot of boiling water on the stove.

"I'll cook you some rice," she said shamelessly.

Chu Zhen paused for a moment, then said, "Le Yan, you don't need to do these things yourself."

She scoffed, "Why? I can do it too."

Chu Zhen thought to herself, "I'm already doing pretty well to survive eating those horribly grilled things. If I let her continue like this, who knows what she might do next."

So he comforted her, saying, "I know, but look at you. Your face is all blackened by the smoke. That's not good for a girl."

This sentence had a surprising effect: "Really?" She stared wide-eyed.

“Yes, yes, listen to me, don’t do those things anymore, they’re not suitable for you,” he said. “Go wash your face, then come back. I’m going to visit someone. You’re coming with me.”

"Alright." This time she agreed readily and rushed out the door. The black sedan chair traveled along the green-tiled wall for a long time before finally stopping in front of the black gate.

The guards in black descended the steps and shouted, "Who goes there?"

A servant from the Zhongtang residence stepped forward: "The Zhongtang has come to pay his respects to the Grand Eunuch. Please inform him of this."

The guard in black, his eyes sharp as lightning, glanced at the sedan chair and said, "Alright, please wait."

Upon returning to the steps, someone immediately went inside. A short while later, they returned, smiling, and said, "Your Excellency, the Grand Eunuch requests your presence."

The sedan chair moved slightly, and a soft voice came from inside: "Stop it!" It wasn't an angry tone, but rather a gentle, affectionate scolding.

The guard in black was taken aback, wondering which part of the song this was.

Just then, the person inside the sedan chair coughed again, the sedan chair tilted forward, the curtain was lifted, and someone bowed and walked out from inside.

The guard in black was bending over, glancing sideways at the sedan chair. Suddenly, he saw something and jumped in surprise, inwardly cheering: the person stepping out of the sedan chair was a handsome young man in red, his face beaming with smiles. His bright, clear eyes glanced around briefly before he turned away. He then reached out to help the sedan chair inside.

The guard was surprised: he had seen the Grand Secretary before, but he did not recognize this handsome young man.

However, judging from his calm and composed demeanor and his disdainful air, he is no ordinary person.

However, those who can come to supervise this factory must not be ordinary people.

The curtain of the sedan chair moved slightly, and someone whispered again, "Nonsense."

A hand reached out from the sedan chair and slowly pushed the red-clad boy's hand away. The man bent down, bowed his head, and took a step out.

Upon seeing this, the guard in black secretly cheered.

The Grand Secretary was dressed in a dark blue casual robe, with a jade belt around his waist. He had no extra decorations on his head, only a silver crown to tie his hair up. Black twisted gold ribbons hung from the top of his head down to his temples and chest, which made his face look like the bright moon and his eyebrows like bright stars.

He gave the red-clad youth a slightly reproachful glare, then put his hands behind his back, straightened his chest, and strode confidently toward the door.

The boy in red, seeing that he was neither grateful nor angry, but instead chuckled and followed behind him toward the door.

The guards in black initially wanted to reach out and stop them, since the Grand Eunuch had only said he wanted to see the Grand Councilor.