Безопасность - Глава 27
The murder scene had been cleared, but the perpetrator was still lying on the ground, motionless.
"Could it be narcolepsy..." Chu Zhen frowned. "You guys, go and carefully help him up."
The two guards agreed and walked toward the person in the center of the courtyard.
Chu Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, watching quietly.
Sure enough, as soon as the two guards got close, the seemingly soundly asleep man suddenly unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks with lightning speed. The guards were all handpicked from among thousands of soldiers, and Chu Zhen was his close confidant, so their skills were naturally extraordinary. They managed to withstand a few punches and kicks for a while, but after only five moves, two cries of "Ah ah" were heard, and the two guards who were following Chu Zhen were both sent flying.
The man who caused the accident punched the guards with both fists, then took two steps back, fell to the ground, and continued to sleep.
"My lord, we have failed in our duty," the guards said, covering their faces as they apologized.
Chu Zhen looked at the familiar look on their faces, feeling both annoyed and amused. She turned around and angrily went inside.
After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.
As autumn approaches, the nights become quite cool and foggy, making it unpleasant to sleep outside overnight...
Looking back at the person lying on the ground, Chu Zhen sighed inexplicably.
He clenched his fist and stepped down the stairs.
"My lord..." The guards rushed forward and blocked his way, "Danger."
"Move aside." He gave a curt order.
The guards quickly retreated to the side.
Chu Zhen strode towards the person who had fallen to the ground.
Step by step, I reached his side.
He remained asleep.
Chu Zhen squatted down.
"I want to take you inside, but you mustn't hit me, or else..." he murmured.
Can he hear me?
Chu Zhen reached out her hand slightly.
The man moved his hands and feet, which made Chu Zhen's heart jump and her hand stop.
The person suddenly fell silent again.
Chu Zhen gritted her teeth, stretched out her arms, and recalled the way she carried him to bed last time. She slowly reached out and touched his shoulder, while her other hand reached down to his knees.
Le Yan's eyelashes suddenly fluttered, and she clenched her fists tightly.
Chu Zhen was startled and almost immediately let go, throwing him to the ground.
"It is I, Your Excellency! How dare you be so presumptuous!" he shouted, his voice stern but his heart filled with fear.
The clenched fists hesitated, as if making a judgment.
"Quiet down, I'll carry you inside, it won't..." A cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant. He lowered his voice and coaxed gently, "It won't hurt you."
Strangely enough, those clenched fists slowly retracted into his chest.
Chu Zhen felt a little relieved, hugged him tightly, and slowly stood up.
I only breathed a sigh of relief once I was completely still.
The person in his arms seemed to recognize him, quietly resting their head against his chest, their fists still tucked inside, as if they would strike at the slightest provocation.
But he didn't make a move after all.
Chu Zhen felt a sense of relief.
When I picked him up, I realized that he wasn't heavy, and he didn't seem to be very big. Moreover, his whole body was ice cold, as if he had been soaked in ice water.
Chu Zhen didn't dare to try to hold his hand, but a faint sense of guilt lingered in her heart.
I didn't know he had this sleepiness problem, which is why I insisted on teasing him.
Let's just consider it punishment for him hitting me last time.
Now, it's even.
The Grand Secretary stood in the center of the courtyard, his arms wrapped around his small frame, and in the darkness, a breathtaking smile, hidden from everyone else, appeared on his face—a smile of satisfaction, a smile of...
The person in his arms was completely unaware, and gently smacked their lips.
As night deepened and lights gradually illuminated homes, the red lanterns flickered and shone brightly in the corridors of the Military Affairs Department.
Chu Zhen stood in the courtyard, surrounded by silence. The person in his arms had cold hands and feet. He dared not exert any force, afraid that the person would make a move. He dared not let go, afraid that he would lose the person. A hundred kinds of feelings floated up and down in his heart, intertwined and tangled. His heart was clear and transparent. Despite the wisdom he had cultivated over the years, he could not have imagined what his feelings were like at this moment.
It was loneliness, it was loss, it was gain or loss. He tried to find the crux of the matter, but he couldn't diagnose it. He had been lonely for more than ten years, so why did he feel so desolate tonight? It was as if the moon was setting and the frost was cold, as if the snow was falling heavily. He felt cold, afraid and alone. But when he looked down in his confusion, he saw the person in his arms licking his lips like a kitten. In that instant, all his thoughts vanished, and he suddenly smiled!
The most frustrating thing is that he himself didn't even know it.
Gambling on books and enjoying the fragrance of spilled tea, we thought it was just an ordinary thing back then.
Chapter Thirty-Four: Desolation
Throwing the person onto that sloping couch was already Chu Zhen's limit.
She tilted her head and watched him crawl a couple of times on the couch, finally grabbing a cushion placed on it and hugging it tightly in his arms, calling out, "Your Majesty..."
Chu Zhen's heart stirred, and she wanted to go over and take a look, but then she inexplicably stopped in her tracks.
What's wrong with me... Why am I acting so out of control?
Startled, the Grand Councilor frowned, flicked his sleeve, returned behind his desk, sat down, and dipped a brush in ink.
Upon entering, the military secretary couldn't help but sigh: Judging from this, the master is clearly going to stay up all night again.
Although it's the prime of life, a good time, if it's always like this, one day it will become unbearable.
What should we do? This attitude of treating one's health as unimportant is bound to cause problems sooner or later.
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When Tang Leyan woke up, she quickly tried to recall what had happened before she fell asleep the previous day.
I've almost developed this habit: the first thing I do when I wake up each new day is to immediately think back to the night before I fell asleep, wondering if I've caused any trouble or anything else.
He checked his clothes; they were intact, and he was asleep on the tatami mat. It seemed he had been treated well this time.
Suddenly, I remembered that I had come yesterday to deliver a letter to the Grand Councilor, but then...
He was trembling, hugging his shoulders: "No way, I seem to remember... sleeping at the Military Intelligence Department, so could it be that here..."
Looking up and around, I saw that the arrangement was exactly the same as yesterday, except that there was no one behind the table. The person who was sitting there writing furiously yesterday was no longer there.
"Could it be that he brought me here? I remember... I slept in the courtyard..."
Tang Leyan muttered something under her breath, when she suddenly heard a sound beside her ear.
She got up and slowly walked to the door, when suddenly she was startled.
Through the door, in the dim light of dawn, one could see the Grand Master, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, practicing his swordplay in the courtyard.
Tang Leyan leaned against the door, watching the man's every move with seriousness and meticulousness. Although his moves were simple and not fancy, let alone superb, they carried an unusual power under his earnest demonstration.
He stretched out his arms, then suddenly turned his waist, kicking out with his long legs, the sword's shadow pointing to the sky.
With each movement, his black robes fluttered, his long hair swayed around his neck, and his fair face was full of heroic spirit and imposing majesty.
His eyes and brows exuded a cold and desolate air.
Like a flawless piece of jade, it stands proudly, not belonging to the mortal world.
She was stunned for a moment.
But a low voice came from beside him: "The Grand Secretary didn't sleep all night and didn't rest. If this continues, even the most capable person will collapse from exhaustion."
"Your Excellency is indeed a pillar of our Shundu, but it is truly worrying that you do not cherish your health."
It turned out to be two guards who hadn't noticed her standing by the door, whispering to each other.
Tang Leyan frowned.
"Another sleepless night?" A question arose in his mind. "Was this sleepless night for his family, his country, or something else... or perhaps... because of the 'Book of Freedom'?"
But there were no marks on his face, so could it be on his body?
This is a bit tricky...
Tang Leyan looked up again at the person in the arena who was looking particularly serious, and was stunned once more.
She knew this simple move when she was ten years old; it was just a beginner's skill. But why did this man use it with such an unusual flair?
Is it because he has a good physique? Or because he is handsome?
No, it shouldn't be these surface-level things.
Her eyes narrowed, and something strange seemed to be slowly awakening within her.
As Chu Zhen finished his technique, he noticed someone at the door.
He turned to look.
He met the eyes of the person crouching by the door; those dark, round eyes were staring at him.
Through the thin ray of dawn, he was suddenly startled.
Why did he feel so lost at this moment?
Amidst the confusion, there was a certain...
A servant stepped forward and took the sword from his hand.
The waiter on the right raised his hand and handed over a handkerchief that was wet with warm water.
Chu Zhen reached out and took it, then gently wiped it on her face.
Her face, soaked with sweat, was wiped with a wet wipe; beneath the paleness, a faint red glow shone through.
He handed the towel to the waiter before stepping down the corridor.
Tang Leyan stepped out, first smiling slightly, then bowing respectfully.
In the instant I looked down, I saw a pair of black boots in front of me, square and neat—it was him.
He couldn't help but smile again.