As dawn broke, the light quietly spilled into the carriage. Because she was sitting with her black hair spread across the floor, the bright red tourmaline jewelry beside her ears made Zhang Xiuyan appear even paler.
“If it were at night, you would really be fooled.” Gently stroking her cheek, Shangguan’s tone was soft and tender. “How many hours have you slept since you came to the capital? How many Jianghu people have you dealt with behind your father and brothers’ backs? Fool, do you think you’re made of iron?”
She nervously avoided his gaze.
"However, I won't stop them."
She looked up in surprise.
Shangguan snorted softly. "Why did you think you'd teach them a lesson like your father and brothers? If you're going to do it, I won't stop you."
"Ziyu..."
If it had a tail, it would wag it.
"As for the master and senior brother who came to the capital, there is no need to worry. Although Fu Xian is soft-hearted, he still has a brain."
Hearing his disdain, he didn't argue back. After all, he was under someone else's roof, so he just lowered his head and pretended not to hear.
"The first official of the founding dynasty of the Great Wei Dynasty, no matter how low he hides his talents, will inevitably attract attention. My master and senior brother have special statuses and cannot withstand such scrutiny, so we live separately."
He said this while Shangguan pressed it down in front of him.
He looks so refined, how come he has such great strength? He must know martial arts. People fight for their pride and won't admit defeat.
I pushed him down, he got up, I pushed him down again, he got up... but couldn't get up...
Seeing his handsome eyes getting closer and closer, revealing a delicate spring-like affection, she turned her face away, not daring to look at him.
"What are you thinking about, hmm?"
Random...random thoughts?
Just as Yue Mou was about to glare at him, she saw a warm palm cover her eyelids.
"There's no one else here, so you can sleep peacefully."
The breath that blew into my ear didn't feel aggressive at all; instead, it made me feel warm.
"You need to report to the Daming Gate."
With his eyes open, all he could see were the lines on his palms, not his expression. He could only hear him say, with a sound that was both a smile and a sigh, "Here, call."
"real?"
"Okay, go to sleep."
The sound entered my ears, soft and gentle like a spring breeze, and a lazy, drowsy feeling of spring enveloped me.
Yes, it's very strange, very strange.
As for where it is, I no longer have the energy to think about it; the twenty-four seasonal winds that herald the passing of flowers have already blown the road far away...
He lowered the carriage curtain and looked down at the beauty who was sleeping with her head on his knees.
Her fingertips traced the tourmaline on her earlobe, slowly moving downwards, across her slightly thin jawline, and then resting on the pale corner of her lips.
"fool."
His words were tinged with barely suppressed emotion. He leaned down, and his beautiful lips parted slightly, uttering soft murmurs.
“Strange? What’s so strange?” Shangguan smiled gently, her eyes softening. “Even if Zigui isn’t stopped, he won’t be able to become an official. Would Lord Daoji dare to use an official who only rides in a carriage? The marigold is the family crest of the Zheng family, the chief minister.”
Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door, and Xiao Kuang's somewhat pitiful voice came through. "Uncle, we've arrived at the Great Ming Gate."
Looking at the pale, delicate face on his lap, Shangguan didn't even look up. "Run laps around the outer city again."
"Huh? Uncle, it's cold in the wind."
"Cold?" Shangguan squinted.
"No...no..."
With a crack of the whip, the carriage set off again.
Inside the car, Shangguan bent down.
"Only in my dreams."
Before the winter solstice arrives, the twenty-four seasonal winds, heralding the arrival of spring, bloom on the lips.
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Author's Note:
The winter solstice hasn't arrived yet, and the real show hasn't even started.
Ni: Shangguan, you're lying to me.
Shangguan: Scamming for silver? If businessmen don't scam for silver and gold, what else would they scam for butcher paper?
Ni: Nai... Nai...
Shangguan (looking at him with disdain): I'm a man, I need a mother to nurse me.
He spat out a mouthful of blood two zhang away.
Ni: You're something else, kid! Everyone knows you're cunning. But to use such underhanded tactics, ruining Zigui's future while pretending to be a good guy in front of them—I have to say, that's pretty cunning.
Shangguan: No problem, no problem.
Ni: This isn't a compliment! So, in this private car time, you wouldn't let such a great opportunity to take advantage pass you by, would you? Tell me, what exactly did you do?
The person didn't answer, but laughed heartily.
Ni: Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone, tell me about it.
Shangguan leaned down, hesitating as if to speak, building up suspense, and finally whispered in the excited nun's ear:
Think for yourself.
Bullshit! Think for yourself, what are you trying to figure out? Did you have sex, or did you have SM or MS? Stop right there, explain yourself clearly!
PS: Internet slang is "yin" = "lun" = "ren nai" = "ni ou" = "wo". We need to keep up with the times!
I've really been resolute in quitting gaming! God, please praise me!
God: My child, you have done very well. As a reward, I can grant you one request.
Ni: Can I have any requests?
God: Of course. (Looks down with compassion)
Ni: Please give me a few more chances to steal vegetables!
God sprays blood = =1
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Chapter Thirteen
It was the day before the winter solstice, and the Ministry of Personnel should have been crowded with officials from various prefectures and circuits coming to report on their duties. However, the Ministry of Personnel was rather deserted today.
"What's so strange about that? The Grand Secretary is currently in favor, and those local officials have a keen sense of smell."
The students who had been temporarily assigned to help at the Ministry of Personnel were whispering among themselves.
"I just passed by Wenyuan Pavilion, and it was so crowded and lively, it was as if the cabinet was the place where officials were managed."
"Ah, that's right. Look at us, all we see are documents, we hardly see a soul. It's truly heartbreaking how cold and cruel the world is."
"Can't I even speak?"
"Why?"
"Isn't the Ministry of Personnel also getting a fifth-rank official now?"
The students put down their pens and glanced at the deserted side of the building.
The bronze-carved charcoal brazier held a fire without smoke, and the faint flames reflected on the person's face, adding a touch of vibrancy.