Gallinas y perros vuelan en el caos y el renacimiento

Capítulo 34

But it never happened.

The person beneath him murmured something, then released their arms and embraced him.

Chu Gexing was shocked, then froze.

Chapter Forty-Three: Female Officials

Chu Gexing released Tang Leyan while making ample preparations for battle.

The other person let out a murmur, released their arms, and hugged him.

Suddenly, a pair of soft arms appeared around his waist. This was nothing new to him, but when he looked at the familiar sleeping face of the person in front of him, he was stunned and at a loss for words.

He wasn't used to this unfamiliar embrace.

He was horrified by this strange warmth.

My instinct was to kick her away.

But……

He held back for a moment, but ultimately did not make a move.

The hand hung limply in the air, as if broken and powerless, before finally falling and gently brushing across her brow.

Having tasted the sweetness, Tang Leyan hugged him tightly, pressed her face against his chest, and gently nuzzled him, as if looking for a comfortable place to rest.

Chu Gexing couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He opened his eyes and frowned when he heard himself laugh.

"If...now..." he murmured, his fingers sliding from her face to her neck.

In the instant his thoughts raced, he noticed her body tremble slightly.

Even while asleep, one is more aware of hostility and murderous intent than when awake.

For some reason, he stopped.

He suddenly laughed: "Fine, let you make a scene for now, what can you do about it?"

No one answered. Chu Gexing turned her head and looked at the top of the tent. Her beautiful eyes were empty, but a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Because... I have a whole night to watch over you."

Is this the answer that convinces me?

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The imperial lady-in-waiting stepped out of the sedan chair, carrying a round object wrapped in silk in her arms.

When the guards at the entrance of the Military Council saw her bow her head and step out of the sedan chair, their usually serious and upright faces broke into smiles as they exchanged glances.

"The lady-in-waiting is here!" One of the men on the left even nodded in greeting.

The woman on the right, though she didn't speak, nodded to the female official with a smile on her face.

The female official's expression remained indifferent, but a slight smile appeared on her face. She nodded slightly and said, "Thank you all for your hard work."

She looked to be in her early twenties, yet her brows exuded composure and competence, along with an innate noble bearing. Her gait and the curve of her smile were all the result of professional training within the palace. After all, she was a person personally selected by the Empress Dowager, so how many could be incompetent?

The female official, clutching the object in her arms, slowly stepped into the residence of the Grand Councilor.

The two guards behind him exchanged a glance: "What a pity. I heard that in the past ten years or so, the Empress Dowager has sent at least a hundred people to the Grand Secretary."

"Well, so far only the female official is left. The others have either been sent back or reassigned to other places. Sigh..."

"Your Excellency is truly ruthless; you are as hard as stone."

"Why would you give up such a beautiful and warm woman to spend all your nights in the Military Affairs Office? If I were the magistrate, I would embrace one of those hundred or so top female officials in the palace every day."

"I think you should stop dreaming, or someone might overhear you."

"Why do you think the master is so averse to women?"

"That's not entirely true, isn't it? The lady-in-waiting is still here."

"Yes, yes, only one has survived in over ten years, maybe there's still hope..."

...

The lady-in-waiting held the large jar in her arms; the warm touch brought her peace of mind.

Over the past few years, she has traveled between the mansion and the military command. She has heard a lot of gossip from the guards and servants. From the initial resentment and unwillingness, she has gradually become calm and content.

Regardless of how outsiders perceive her, deep down, she has nothing left to think about. Over the past ten years, from an ignorant thirteen-year-old girl to now, she has hoped for everything she could, and she has been jealous of everything she could. No matter how many tears she shed, they will eventually dry on the ground.

At first, there were many people around, all from the palace, and none of them would give way to anyone else. They all eyed the empty half of the bed next to the master with covetous intent.

Each had their own methods, but she couldn't do the scheming and intrigue. Others would fight tooth and nail to do it. But all that hard work and scheming, in the end, the master never even gave her a second glance. Instead, he dismissed those who made the most trouble and those who seemed the most clever, sent them away, married them off, or sent them back to the palace.

In the end, the one who remained was her, who was not particularly good-looking and seemed dull and clumsy. Everyone sighed that she was lucky to be noticed by an adult, and that she would surely rise to prominence and become a phoenix in the future, with a bright and limitless future.

The Imperial Lady knew perfectly well that the Lord's eyes were clear and his mind was as sharp as a mirror. He had taken a liking to her simply because she did not have the excessive desire for him that others did.

She was quiet and unassuming, posing no threat to him.

Another reason for keeping her was to give an explanation to the Empress Dowager.

How could she not know?

She knows everything, she just doesn't say it.

Moreover, what difference does it make what she says or does? Don't you see the countless victims who have fallen before her?

Over the years, she has come to see through it all. No one has any hope, no one can. Even if the Empress Dowager sends more and more beauties to the harem, no one can step into the heart of the emperor.

In the hearts of adults, there is a place that is clean and sacred, which has been empty for many years, or will remain empty forever, and that is not a place that people like them can approach.

Absolutely not.

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The military secretary came over from afar, and upon seeing her, he smiled broadly as well: "Sister, you're here? What kind of soup are you making for the master today?"

She smiled slightly and whispered, "Is the master busy? If so, please take me inside. I won't disturb him any longer."

"No, no," the military secretary said repeatedly. "The master is fine. He managed to get two hours of sleep last night and is in good spirits this morning. He hasn't had breakfast yet. Sister, you've come at the perfect time. With you serving him, I don't have to be so clumsy."

He said solicitously, bowing his head to lead the way.

The Imperial Attendant smiled slightly: everyone here looked at her differently, thinking that one day she would rise above her mere position as an official, don the glorious title of "Lady of the Duke of Dingguo" or "Wife of the Grand Secretary," be granted a noble title, and wear a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes. Little did she know that she had long since given up any such aspirations, or perhaps... just seeing the Grand Secretary once a day was enough for her.

With a faint smile, the lady-in-waiting stepped forward, her footsteps light. As she turned into the corridor, she suddenly heard a voice coming from inside the study:

"Did he really spend the night at the Nine Gates Admiral's Mansion last night?"

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Chapter Forty-Four: The Bloodbath

When Tang Leyan woke up, she immediately saw the peach blossom-faced beauty beside her.

This was quite a shock, and the other person also seemed startled, their long eyelashes trembling slightly as they opened their eyes.

If Tang Leyan didn't recognize this person, she would definitely be captivated by his otherworldly appearance, swayed by his languid and powerless demeanor like a begonia just waking up from a spring slumber, and conquered by the bewitching charm in his alluring eyes.

However, at this moment, quite the opposite happened. As if she had accidentally bumped into a snake that had awakened from hibernation, she jumped up, hurriedly leaped to the ground, and then threw out a sentence: "I'm so tired from working overtime these past two days, I don't know if I'm hallucinating."

He used the top-tier lightness technique of Tianmiao Peak to dash away.

Someone nearby chuckled and said, "What's the rush? A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold. It's good to prolong it a little longer."

For a split second, she wished she could smash through the door and rush out.

But her waist was held firmly by someone.

"Junior sister." He deliberately moved closer, and seeing her indignant expression, he felt inexplicably happy.

"Don't call me that." She saw through his deliberate teasing and tried to remain still, but her body tensed up involuntarily.

"Then how should I address you?" He pretended to think, and finally said, "Husband?"

Tang Leyan almost vomited blood: "I beg you, Lord Chu, you are already very, very beautiful. If this continues, I will be very troubled."

"Troubled?" He looked down at her.

Unable to resist her stunning beauty, she closed her eyes and said, "You're giving me the illusion that I'm with a woman."

With her eyes closed, she naturally couldn't see the chilling murderous intent that flashed in his eyes in that instant.

"Getting along with women?" He chuckled softly.

She was all too familiar with that kind of laughter; this person's laughter and gentleness were merely a harbinger of an impending outburst.

Tang Leyan trembled, instinctively wanting to beg for mercy.

Chu Gexing looked at the sly look on her face and said with a smile, "It seems that I didn't do enough last night, which is why you had this misconception."

After those words were spoken, Tang Leyan felt as if she had been forced to swallow ten or eight eggs.

My chest felt tight, and my heart felt like it was about to explode from being suffocated by him.

"What did you do last night?" she asked, looking up.

He smiled but didn't answer, keeping everyone in suspense to himself.

She began to look down and examine her clothes.

He followed her gaze with a perfectly ambiguous look.

Finally, their eyes met.

Tang Leyan's eyes darted around: "You're trying to lie to me?"

Chu Gexing laughed like a little fox who had just eaten his fill: "Can't you tell whether I'm lying to you or not?"

Tang Leyan felt the irresistible power of those peach blossom eyes in front of her; every part of her body looked at them caused a faint stinging sensation.

Seeing the anxious look return to her face, Chu Gexing's mood brightened again.

"Alright, it's time to go to court." He generously released her and began to stretch his arms and legs.

She was only wearing a thin pink long shirt.

Tang Leyan's eyes almost spit fire as she looked at it.

Even if she had fallen into his hands last night and been forced to sleep in the Nine Gates Admiral's Mansion, with her skills, she probably wouldn't have suffered any major losses. But why had this person changed his clothes? His jet-black hair contrasted with his pale pink dress. Was this person afraid that others wouldn't see him as feminine? With such beautiful features, a pointed chin, willow-leaf eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, and cherry lips, every move he made was charming and graceful. Even a gentle wave of his hand was as enchanting as a light dance.

"What a devil... Through his loosely closed shirt, she could see the spring scenery beneath his body. In the end, she retreated under his malicious gaze, her face flushed as she thought: I need to go home and discuss with Mo Hua Shi Shu whether her chastity as a young master has been preserved or whether she has truly lost it to this womanizing pervert."