Su Majestad - Capítulo 30
With gentle features and a calm demeanor, her lotus-green robe shone like a newly blossoming lotus in the sunlight, bringing a sense of coolness to the heart.
Chapter 57
How long has it been since I last saw him? This one glance made me want to run away, unable to face him.
This person, this face, has become a thorn, gently piercing my heart.
However, Tang Congrong had already walked straight over.
Tang Qiefang felt as if every step he took was landing on her chest. Finally, she could no longer escape. Tang Qiefang looked down and smiled at herself, then looked up, a smile already on her face. "Calm."
Tang Congrong sat down next to him.
He didn't speak.
A gentle breeze stirred, causing her hair to flutter lightly.
The closer you get, the deeper the thorn pierces. Unable to see him, he busied himself teaching Yue Shenhong how to disguise herself, and watching Yue Shenhong impersonate him brought him a sense of peace and joy.
Seeing him now, I realized that all these days had been a dream. No matter what clothes I wore or what face I had, no one could ever become Tang Congrong.
Just the fact that Tang Congrong was sitting beside him was enough to make his heart bleed.
The two sat there until the thirteen riders finished their training, without exchanging a single word. Usually at this time, Yue Shenhong would return to Fuxiao Pavilion with Tang Qiefang, but seeing him with Tang Congrong today, she didn't go up to disturb them.
It was a strange feeling; the two of them sitting together seemed to change the wind direction, as if it were another world that no one else could enter.
Everyone dispersed.
Tang Congrong stood up. "Let's go to the Listening Pavilion." Before Tang Qiefang could speak, he continued, "No excuses."
The lotus flowers at the Water Pavilion are in full bloom, their fragrance clear and far-reaching.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, amidst white lotus leaves and green skirts, Tang Congrong strode directly from the lakeside to the Listening to the Water Pavilion.
Tang Qiefang narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the figure.
Yes, the longer you spend with him, the more you feel this way: there is only one Tang Congrong in this world.
The windows of Tingshui Pavilion are open, surrounded by water on all sides. The wind lifts the light gauze and brings the fragrance of flowers. Tingshui Pavilion is a fairyland in this season.
The old woman brought over chilled plum juice.
“At this time of year in previous years, you would rather spend the night on the stone steps than leave,” Tang Congrong said softly. “But now, I have invited you several times, and you still don’t have time to come.”
Tang Qiefang smiled.
"Childhood playmates, adult friends, as we grow older, we each start our own families and careers, gradually becoming less familiar and turning into strangers." Tang Congrong's voice was soft and calm. "Will we be like that too?"
Tang Qiefang didn't answer, and drank the plum juice. It was very sour, cold and sour, the sourness went from his throat all the way to his internal organs, and he couldn't help but cough.
Tang Congrong handed him a glass of water, her gaze filled with a faint sadness. "It seems you're not even used to Grandma Yu's cooking anymore."
The changes are truly remarkable.
Tang Congrong was physically weak and cold, and never ate cold foods. However, every summer, Grandma Yu, who was in charge of the kitchen, would still prepare plum juice, mung bean soup, and lotus seed soup because Tang Qiefang liked them.
There have always been two owners of the Listening to the Water Pavilion.
A cool breeze blew across the water, and Tang Congrong smiled faintly, but there was a hint of tears in the corner of her eyes.
An indescribable mix of emotions—a faint melancholy, a touch of sadness—fleets of the past twelve years fluttered before my eyes like a veil, but sadly, the person before me was no longer the same.
And Fang, it turns out we can't stay like this forever; it turns out we'll eventually part ways along the way.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Tang Qiefang coughed very badly.
Tang Congrong gently reached out to pat his back, the coldness of her hands seeping through her clothes and onto Tang Qiefang's body.
Tang Qiefang coughed up tears.
It took him a long time to calm down, and he said breathlessly, "So I'm already old, I can't even enjoy a bowl of plum juice anymore."
Tang Congrong did not respond.
Exhausted, he had nothing more to say. He talked so much, but Tang Qiefang didn't respond to a single word.
...It turns out that we've reached a point where we can't even talk to each other anymore.
"Qiefang," he said softly, "do you like Yue Shenhong?"
Tang Qiefang was stunned.
"If you like her, marry her. Once she's your wife, no one will say a word about how much you pamper her," Tang Congrong said. "The way things are now, it will affect the emotions of the other disciples, which is not good for either you or Yue Shenhong."
Tang Qiefang laughed, "So you came to see me not for plum juice, but to give me a lecture."
Tang Congrong lowered his eyes, "I am the head of the family, and I must consider the overall situation."
"Yes, of course we have to consider the bigger picture, and I'll pay attention to that in the future." Tang Qiefang stood up. "Is there anything else?"
"……there is none left."
"Well then, I'm going back."
Tang Congrong smiled slightly.