Su Majestad - Capítulo 21
A woman returned home from grocery shopping and kindly invited them into the yard, bringing them hot water.
The vomiting left her drenched in a cold sweat; it felt as if all the alcohol had been expelled, and she felt completely drained, as if the wind could pass right through her body. Tang Qiefang looked up; the rain had stopped, and the spring sunshine was so bright it was almost blinding.
The woman brought over tea, which Tang Congrong brought to Tang Qiefang's lips. Even though her face was as pale as snow, her lips were still bright red, and the faint blush at the corners of her eyes had not faded, making her look eerily beautiful.
Tang Congrong's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. Just how poisonous was Tianxiang? How could Tang Qiefang, who cherished her appearance and enjoyed life so much, have turned into this?
Tang Qiefang reached out a hand, grasped his trembling arm, put the tea into his mouth, and slowly opened her eyes.
Tang Congrong's face was pale, his eyes filled with anxiety and seemed to be glistening with tears. Tang Qiefang held his hand and pressed her forehead against the back of his hand. The cold, refreshing sensation felt like ice melting on her skin, slowly seeping into her veins and bone marrow, filling her blood with that chill.
Calm down, I'm sorry.
These three words felt so heavy, I couldn't bring myself to say them.
He didn't say a word, but silently let the coolness of Tang Congrong's hands seep into his entire body. Tang Congrong's hands, which had lost all feeling, seemed to still be able to feel the warmth of his forehead. This warmth was like moisture, spreading down his arms into his heart, and then rising from his heart to his throat, his voice slightly hoarse: "If there's nothing else, change your clothes and continue on your way."
Tang Qiefang didn't want to let go of his hand.
Tang Congrong felt that he had suddenly become a child, so stubborn that he was endearing, and she did not pull her hand away.
Time seemed to stand still, no longer flowing.
The woman was already washing vegetables in the yard, and Lao Quan was helping to draw water from the well. Suddenly, two little boys appeared out of nowhere, curiously staring at the two people in the house.
"What are they doing?" the younger one asked.
"I don't know. Maybe someone cast a spell on me."
The little one's eyes lit up, "Does anyone really know how to freeze people in place?"
"Of course not, only gods can."
"..."
This childlike conversation reminded them of a time long, long ago. They smiled at each other, let go of each other's hands, and saw their younger selves reflected in each other's eyes.
Chapter Forty-Three
Tang Congrong looked at him and finally said, "To be honest, I do blame you. While I was fighting for my life, you were in a woman's arms."
"Finally, you've told the truth." Tang Qiefang looked at him. "I'll also tell you, if this happens again, I'll be your great-grandson."
I breathed a sigh of relief; I was finally able to say it myself.
Tang Congrong smiled gently, "You're becoming more and more outrageous. Not only did you force me not to call you Uncle back then, but today you actually intend to call me Uncle."
This is his genuine smile; only a heartfelt joy can make a smile as graceful as a lotus swaying in the breeze, filling the air with the fragrance of lotus.
A smile crept from the corner of Tang Qiefang's mouth to his eyebrows, like the east wind that heralds the arrival of spring. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't be too smug. From now on, I won't leave your side for even a moment. If you want to be my uncle, you're a hundred years too early."
Tang Congrong shook his head, about to speak, when suddenly a wave of drowsiness washed over him, his eyes involuntarily closed, and his head tilted slightly as he leaned against the car wall.
Tang Qiefang sighed and placed his head on her shoulder.
His back was injured, so he kept leaning to the side to avoid touching the car wall. Tang Qiefang simply sat down in front of him and let him lean against her chest.
Will this make you feel more comfortable?
It had been a very long time since she had held him so intimately. The only time was when Tang Congrong was frozen stiff. Twelve years had passed, and neither of their bodies were the same as before, yet at this moment, Tang Congrong in her arms seemed to be that same frail boy from back then.
If it weren't for the injury on his back, Tang Qiefang would have wanted to pull him into her arms.
Suddenly, I realized that taking too much of the Rejuvenating Pills wasn't such a bad thing.
When he is unconscious, he is as weak as a baby. I can take care of him, and he also needs my care.
It's hard to describe the feeling; it's a soft, yielding sensation that seeps into your bones, and the faint scent of lotus blossoms emanating from him adds to the sense of tranquility and joy.
His face was pressed against Tang Qiefang's heart. His skin was as white as jade, and his lips were pale red. Tang Qiefang suddenly remembered the day she massaged his shoulders to relieve fatigue. The soft, boneless touch and the faint blush made her heart tremble.
The spring breeze was so intoxicating, gently evoking boundless tenderness. Tang Qiefang's fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, softly caressing Tang Congrong's face.
The feel of it... surpasses the smoothness of any pearl... makes you want to sink into it, unable to extricate yourself...
His head lowered slightly...
Lower yourself...
The faint fragrance of lotus blossoms lingered around his nose, drawing him in...
He wanted to use his lips to feel just how sweet that skin could be...
A sliver of clarity surfaced in his mind at the last moment. When he realized what he was about to do, he broke out in a cold sweat, tilted his head back sharply, and slammed the back of his head against the car wall.
Tang Qiefang, you've gone mad.
The fragrance of the incense not only affects your body, but also your mind.
A trace of indescribable fear seeped into my pores like water.
Do you regret it? Tang Qiefang, Tianxiang will ruin your life.
There was no answer to this question. Looking at the sleeping face on her chest, Tang Qiefang seemed to see the little boy whose lips were blue from the cold back then, and she couldn't help but hug him even tighter.
My chin touched his hair, and a strange tenderness welled up inside me.
Chapter Forty-Four