El cuento de la princesa Song en Heian-kyo

Capítulo 59

Hua Qianmo frowned, her eyes filled with panic. After a moment of composure, she forcefully raised her hands and grabbed Hua Wuxin by the neck, shoving him against the door. She said, "First, he's not a woman. Second, he doesn't like you. Third, I love him." Hua Qianmo's eyes were serious, unlike her usual playful demeanor. That burning love deeply shocked Hua Wuxin. He had never seen Hua Qianmo like this before, so earnest, so forceful—so different from the Hua Qianmo of the past, the timid Hua Qianmo, the Hua Qianmo who always obeyed her parents' arrangements.

"Then let me tell you, I like him, and it has nothing to do with gender. I like him, and it has nothing to do with you. And let me tell you again, I love him too. No less than you." Hua Wuxin broke free from Hua Qianmo's grasp and said coldly.

"Hmph, love... how long have you known him? How much do you know about him? Do you even know who he is? What's his name?" Hua Qianmo roared. The little boy cowered to the side in fear. This argument between the Prince and the Emperor was far more serious than ever before.

"I...I..." Hua Wuxin was speechless.

Hua Qianmo's indifferent expression was extremely cold. Every word she spoke was laced with sneer.

"Hmph, you don't even understand this much. What makes you think you can tell me you love him?" Hua Qianmo pressed closer. Hua Wuxin retreated repeatedly.

Suddenly, Hua Wuxin burst into laughter: "Hua Qianmo, how much do you really know about him? Although I've only known him for less than a day, do you know everything about him? Just from the amazed look on your face when you saw him, I can tell you don't understand him at all. I've never competed with you for anything before, but this time, I'll fight tooth and nail to get him."

Hua Qianmo was taken aback by Hua Wuxin's cold laugh. She immediately put on a bright smile.

"Fine! This time, don't let me win. I'm going to beat you fair and square this time," Hua Qianmo said. Because from childhood to adulthood, Hua Wuxin had never competed with him for anything for certain reasons, but it was obvious to everyone that King Lu had let him win. Even the spot to go to the Six Arts Academy was given to him by Hua Wuxin.

"Yes," Hua Wuxin nodded silently. He smiled wryly; Qingfeng was actually a man. Although somewhat disappointed, it didn't diminish his affection. Liking someone transcends gender. He wasn't a conservative person. He loved him. He fell in love at first sight.

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[Dynasty Storms: Even Cuju (ancient Chinese football) is in big trouble 1]

"Achoo!" Yu Zhou touched his nose. He continued dressing.

"Is the Prime Minister ready yet?" a weak voice called from outside. "How annoying, you're rushing me! My husband is very busy, and you're making me want to knock your teeth out!" Bing Ning said loudly.

"But, His Majesty..." the little eunuch said pitifully.

"The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is dying of anxiety; that's exactly what I'm talking about." Bing Ning leaned on the little eunuch's chest, pressing him step by step.

The little eunuch hesitated, looking at Bing Ning with a wronged expression.

He then turned to Lin Lie and said, "General Lin, say something! What should we do?"

"Little eunuch, you haven't even grown your hair yet, and you've already learned to find helpers. You brat." Bingning pinched the little eunuch's face, leaving pinch marks all over his round face.

"Waaaaah, it hurts!" The little eunuch looked at Bing Ning with a pitiful expression. Although he knew the Prime Minister's wife was fierce and boring, he hadn't expected her to be so mean. Especially towards a weak and helpless eunuch like him, she had actually laid a hand on him. He only had himself to blame for his lust. The Prime Minister, who had come to see this man's most beautiful woman in the world, was now in a terrible state. Serves him right! Lord Lin was simply a block of ice. His pitiful face...

"Bing Ning, stop fooling around." Yu Zhou pushed open the mahogany dragon-carved door. Her long hair was tied up, revealing her stunningly beautiful face. Time seemed to stand still. It was suffocating.

Despite the many indifferent glances, the demeanor remained utterly detached.

The white robe on Yu Zhou was simply beautiful, the epitome of beauty. A beauty transcending worldly concerns. Her perfect collarbones were exposed, their graceful curves possessing a deep allure, complemented by soft-soled black boots that accentuated her haughty air. A hint of unspoken sorrow lingered between her delicate brows, like a lily swaying in the wind, a melancholy tinged with a profound serenity.

The young eunuch stared wide-eyed. He didn't care if he died this time, just to have seen such an incredibly handsome man. Not only was he incredibly handsome, but he also possessed remarkable wisdom and an extraordinary composure.

Shock, nothing but shock. This simple military uniform is already near perfect; imagine the awe-inspiring sight of someone donning that commanding battle armor. It's an endless fascination.

"Ahem," Yu Zhou coughed lightly. He was somewhat weak. He looked around and said, "We can go now."

“But my husband, you are not well.” Bing Ning looked at Yu Zhou’s pale face. Even though he was trying to maintain his composure, the paleness at the corners of his mouth could never escape Bing Ning’s eyes. He was clearly already unable to bear it, but he was still trying to endure it.

"Young Master!" Lin Lie looked at his young master, who was collapsing with the wind, his eyes filled with worry. He was no longer the cold-hearted man he had been moments before. The hand he was about to reach out to was pulled back by Yu Zhou's gaze. Tiny beads of blood clung to his sleeve; even though they were small, Lin Lie, a martial artist, could tell they were blood. Had the young master coughed up blood?

"Young Master!" he cried out.

"No!" Yu Zhou turned around and said. This blood wasn't hers; it must have been accidentally spilled by Su Rongrong.

“But…” Lin Lie was still worried. But Yu Zhou’s gaze wouldn’t allow him to ask any more questions. Yes, what was he but a subordinate? What right did he have to ask the young master so many questions?

"Let's go," Yu Zhou said softly to the lost-in-thought eunuch. Bing Ning disgustedly stepped on the eunuch who was drooling over Yu Zhou's good looks, and whispered in his ear, "Hurry up."

The young eunuch, wincing in pain, lowered his head, his face flushed, and said, "Prime Minister, let's go. The Emperor and the other monarchs have been waiting there for a long time."

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Eunuch." Yu Zhou smiled faintly. A soft halo spread around Yu Zhou, and the little eunuch stared at him, pausing in surprise.

————————————————————————————————————————————————— I've been taking exams lately... I guess I'll just have to make do for now... Next week we have final exams too... I'll be free during winter break, so I'll just have to bear with it for now. Hehe...

[Dynasty Storm: Even Cuju (ancient Chinese football) is in big trouble 2]

"Hey, look at me! Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!" Bing Ning said fiercely, gesturing with her fist towards the little eunuch, her pink cheeks flushed with deep anger. The little eunuch lowered his head in fear.

"Husband, I want to go too..." Bing Ning immediately climbed onto Yu Zhou's body in a coquettish manner. This change had already been noticed by the little eunuch. Her attitude had changed too quickly. Just now she was like an angry hen, and now she was a docile ewe. But everyone in the mansion was already used to Bing Ning's attitude.

Yu Zhou smiled and looked at Bing Ning, saying, "What do you think?"

"I know." Bing Ning knew Yu Zhou wouldn't let her go, so she lowered her head, turned around dejectedly, and looked at Yu Zhou with a mournful expression. She took out her handkerchief and squeezed out a few tears with a bitter expression.

"Goodbye, my husband, come back soon. I'll make you some soup." She swayed her lotus-like steps, covering her face as she silently walked towards the inner room. But was this still Bing Ning? Her mischievous, bright eyes were already brimming with laughter. A smug smile played on her lips.

Although Yu Zhou was puzzled, he couldn't worry about Bing Ning because of the time constraints. He immediately followed the little eunuch.

A huge open-air lawn. Each field has two goals. Unlike modern soccer hoops, these are holes suspended in the air. Modern soccer is easier to play with; in ancient Cuju, the goal was to kick the ball into the goal. And the goal was only the size of a ball, even smaller than a basketball hoop.

But everything on the stadium surprised Yu Zhou. What were these emperors doing here? Were they here for sightseeing? On the vast stadium, several emperors sat in grand chairs, enjoying the autumn sun. A few others were even more extravagant, surrounded by charming maids massaging their legs and backs. Compared to Yu Zhou, who had only brought clothes and not even tea, this was truly a life of poverty!

Yelü Longxu, dressed in red, was dazzlingly beautiful. Her captivating phoenix eyes held a mesmerizing allure, and her slender fingers rested on her chin as she enjoyed the servants' attire with great interest. Her open red robe revealed milky-white skin, strikingly beautiful, exuding a languid yet irresistibly seductive charm. Truly, she was the epitome of a transvestite. Yu Zhou felt a surge of resentment. Although he was a woman, he was utterly incapable of matching Yelü's allure. It was truly a waste of his life not to be a woman. Yu Zhou thought bitterly.

"Yu Xiang!" A deep, unfathomable shout snapped Yu Zhou out of his dazed state.

Yu Zhou composed herself slightly. She bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty! I was impolite." It wasn't her fault; it was all their fault for being so over-the-top, practically bringing a bed. Look at their leisurely manner. And… how infuriating! Did they think this was a brothel? Yu Zhou grew increasingly indignant. She should have brought Bing Ning along to add some flair; now she was the one who suffered.

"It's alright, this match has lost its original purpose. But Yu Xiang's outfit is very beautiful." Shen Wuyue said casually, her beautiful phoenix eyes carrying a cold smile, and her forever unfathomable eyes gleaming with amazement.

Yu Zhou nodded shyly; the outfit was indeed beautiful. However, Shen Wuyue's gaze was becoming increasingly suggestive. Could it be…? The more Yu Zhou thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She looked down at her chest. There was nothing wrong. But the gazes gathering from all directions grew stronger, making Yu Zhou feel like she was being pricked by thorns. She felt very uncomfortable.

Even the usually stoic and unyielding man with an expressionless face showed an unusual awkwardness.

Could it be... Oh my god! Please don't! Yu Zhou was increasingly afraid to think about it.