Les veuves de la dynastie Song se remariaient facilement

Chapitre 61

She said hastily, "His Majesty is in the deep palace, surrounded by many guards. He doesn't need me. On the contrary, it's you..."

Chu Zhen lowered her eyes: "My body is nothing. If Shun loses me, His Majesty will naturally find a way to take another..." She hesitated, then stopped. In her heart, she thought: If He Ran were to return like that, it might not be such a bad thing.

That should be called liberation.

The unspoken words and the desolate expression flashed across his face.

Le Yan frowned slightly as she looked at Chu Zhen. This man was as radiant as the moon in the sky and as pure as the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, but he was far too cold and aloof. He often revealed a heartbreaking sense of bewilderment and helplessness, yet he was so stubborn, wanting to conceal and swallow everything, keeping it all from others.

But the more it's like this, the more it makes people...

She sighed inwardly. What was she doing now? She wasn't usually a sentimental person, yet she was taking 300 selfies.

She got up and went to his side, reaching out to tug at his robe: "Why do you say that? How can your clothes not be important? If you weren't here, I'm sure the Shun Kingdom would be in chaos. Really... cough, well, besides, even if it weren't for the cold-hearted Shun, for some people, you are unique and irreplaceable. How can you say you're nothing? Don't say that again!"

She smiled, a hint of reproach in her eyes, and looked at him with eyes that were so captivating he couldn't refuse.

He's just a child, yet he says such thoughtful things.

But you're still young.

Thinking this for no reason, my nose started to sting a little.

Chu Zhen looked at the person beside her. A warm feeling welled up in her heart, and she reached out and took his hand. She winked playfully and said, "Then, promise me."

"Huh?" he asked, puzzled.

"Don't say things like that again. Even if you're nothing to others, you're a very precious person to me."

"A very precious person?" He found this statement quite novel.

“Yes, I hurt you in Shishou City this time, and it really hurt me. If anything were to happen to you, I don’t know what I would do. So…” He suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, “Take good care of yourself.”

Chu Zhen's hand trembled, letting her hold it, and she felt a warm current slowly flowing into her body from her hand.

Could those two people really have such a kind and understanding child?

He closed his eyes slightly, a relieved smile on his face, and let her hold his left hand. He reached out his right arm and hugged her small shoulders: "Leyan."

A soft call.

Little did he know that this one word, this unintentional gesture born of emotion, would cause the person in his arms to blush and her heart to race.

He couldn't even give a reply.

A soft sound came from outside the window.

Le Yan raised her eyes and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

With a flick of his finger, a powerful burst of energy burst through the window.

A low groan came from outside. Chu Zhen looked up: "This is..."

"How dare you!" Le Yan's face turned deathly pale as she sneered, "You dare to covet my property here? I'll take your lives!"

He suddenly stood up and rushed out the door like a gust of wind.

Chu Zhen struggled to get out of bed, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she swayed slightly and almost fell.

He was worried that Le Yan might act strangely again like she did the night before, and he was anxious. He was about to rush out to stop her, but just as he took a step, he heard a voice coming leisurely from outside the door: "What, whose life do you want?"

Chu Zhen was startled and stood up by holding onto the headboard.

The voice, half mocking and half disdainful, was the Chu Song.

"What are you doing here?" Le Yan, who had just stepped out from outside the door, stared at the person slowly walking down the corridor. "Did you see anyone leave?" "I just arrived, I haven't seen anyone yet," he replied, his peach blossom eyes fixed on her. He scoffed, "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to visit you, is that not allowed?" Le Yan looked at him, surprised by his unexpected appearance.

"Sure, of course," he replied. Such a simple sentence, yet he spoke it with such complexity, as if he were about to bite someone.

Le Yan naturally understood: "Hehe, I'm not afraid of you. I asked the Emperor for leave, and I came here openly and honestly."

"So smug, huh? You need to act like a bully." He scoffed.

"You flatter me, you flatter me. I've always thought the phrase 'the fox borrows the tiger's might' is very imposing." She looked smug, flicked her wrist, and the small fan made a loud "snap" as it gently swayed in front of her chest.

"I can't be bothered with you. Your way of thinking is really different from ordinary people," Chu Gexing sneered.

"Does this 'ordinary person' include Lord Chu?"

The two men glared at each other, like two fighting cocks on a ring.

Just then, a soft cough was heard from inside the room.

Then, as if something had been shattered, it crashed to the ground.

Le Yan immediately closed the fan in her hand, and Chu Gexing turned to look inside. Almost at the same time, the two of them flashed inside.

A celadon vase on the ground was shattered into pieces, and Chu Zhen lay lying beside it.

"Uncle Zhen!" Chu Gexing called softly, reaching out to gently help Chu Zhen, who had fallen to the ground, up.

Le Yan stood on the other side: "Why did you get out of bed? You're so disobedient, didn't you say you wanted to..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was silenced by Chu Gexing's murderous glare.

So he angrily shut up and said nothing more.

"Uncle Zhen, how do you feel?" she asked, while placing her hand on Chu Zhen's pulse point.

"It's nothing." Chu Zhen smiled bitterly, suddenly realizing the undercurrent between the two of them. "I didn't expect that a minor injury would render me unable to move."

"Did you get cut?" Le Yan asked softly.

Le Yan looked embarrassed, after all, she was the one who had injured the person.

"No." Chu Zhen immediately shook her head.

Chu Gexing remained silent, letting out a soft sigh: "Uncle Zhen, why must you be so stubborn?"

Reaching out, he pried open Chu Zhen's tightly clenched right hand, revealing a bloody gash on her palm, from which blood was slowly seeping out.

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"Uncle Zhen, why are you being so stubborn?" Chu Gexing opened Chu Zhen's palm and saw a bloody cut, from which bright red blood was gushing out, yet he claimed that he was not injured.

Le Yan saw this in the blink of an eye, her expression changed, and she stepped forward to grab Chu Zhen's hand.

"Why don't you say?" she asked.

Chu Zhen frowned: "I...I think..."

"Why didn't you say you were injured?" she shouted, seemingly losing control.

Chu Gexing angrily said, "Tang Leyan, watch your tone! You need to know who you're talking to!"

"Of course I know, I don't need you to remind me!" Her face was cold, devoid of her previous gentle and lovely demeanor. She stared at Chu Zhen and said, word by word, "Are you ruining yourself, or punishing someone else?"

Chu Zhen was stunned.

As she finished speaking, she suddenly trembled and took a step back: "I apologize, gentlemen, it was my fault. Farewell."

He turned around, threw open the curtain, and ran out.

Chu Zhen stepped forward.

Chu Gexing stopped him: "Uncle Zhen, you need to take care of your health."

Chu Zhen looked up: "Ge Xing, Le Yan, she..."

"Don't worry, she's just acting on impulse, she won't do anything reckless," Chu Gexing said reassuringly, then added after a moment's thought, "I'll go check on her later."

"Yes, she has a bit of a temper, Ge Xing, you need to keep a close eye on her," Chu Zhen sighed.

Le Yan rushed towards the outside of the Zhongtang Mansion.

I just felt inexplicably wronged, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Yes, she made a mistake; she accidentally hurt him.

But he...

Did he consider the consequences when he rushed forward to block the palm strike for Chu Gexing?

He's obviously risking his life on purpose.

Those rumors, the rumors that the Grand Secretary was sleepless every night, led her to suspect that he had stolen the "Book of Freedom." He was indeed sleepless every night, but not because he had practiced the Freedom Divine Skill. But what normal person would exert so much effort and dedication?

He doesn't cherish himself at all.

Why go to such extremes?

Seeing his restrained demeanor, I suddenly felt a surge of hatred, unsure whether it was hatred for myself or for him.

I don't even know why I hate them.

As he looked down towards the door, a lithe figure appeared at the entrance. He dismounted and quickly entered.

Le Yan was caught off guard. And the person who arrived was quick; the two almost bumped into each other right at the doorway.

"Can't you watch where you're going?" In her anger, Le Yan shouted and slapped him without saying a word.

The man exclaimed "Eh!" and dodged. He stretched out a single hand, aiming for her arm. His reaction was surprisingly quick; he not only dodged her attack but also attempted to turn the tables.

"Hmph, let's see what you're capable of!" Le Yan sneered. With a flash of her fan, she leaped into the air to make way, her arms outstretched, one hand holding the fan, and she floated gracefully in the air in a one-legged stance, her movements incredibly elegant, like a celestial being in the wind.

"Hmm...not bad...again!" The man exclaimed again, and surprisingly stopped walking towards the door. Frowning, I leaped out and chased after him.

Leyan was in the air when she saw the face of the person on the ground.

He had a very distinctive face, with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, a tall and slender figure, and was dressed in armor and a battle robe, with a precious sword at his waist, exuding an aura of bravery. Seeing her leap into the air, he followed her out of the door, taking a single stride and flying several meters forward with swift and agile movements, demonstrating considerable skill.

"You're not bad either! Just a little short..." Le Yan chuckled as she landed, meeting the oncoming figure head-on. With a flick of her fan, she blocked his palm strike. She exerted all her strength, unleashing a surge of inner power that sent the man staggering back several steps.

"Who are you?" The man took a few steps back to regain his balance.

Le Yan looked him up and down, then raised her chin and said, "You don't need to know!"

She ignored him and turned to walk quickly forward along the roadside.

"Hey!" the man shouted from behind him.

Le Yan didn't even turn her head, leaving behind the words: "I'm not calling you 'Hey'!"

He strode away.

The remaining person stood there, his thick eyebrows arched, staring at her figure, his eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and delight.