inspire-indiana Chapter 199 Ingratitude and Deceit (34)
Chapter 199 Ingratitude and Deceit (34)
On the way back to the palace, Shen Shen, who was also acting as a coachman, wished the carriage had two more wheels.
Afraid that someone would see Gu Yao, Bu Shaoluan pulled her cloak over the young man's head.
For the first time, he felt that Shen Shenwei's rambling was actually useful.
It was chilly before we went out, so I made sure he wore a windproof cloak, and now it's really come in handy.
Bu Shaoluan carried the person into the carriage; the person in his arms was burning hot and had a flushed face.
Knowing that he was safe, Gu Yao relaxed his tense nerves.
He felt as if he had fallen into another world, unable to discern directions, and could only lean against cool places.
Looking at the person who kept snuggling into his arms, Bu Shaoluan felt restless and irritable.
He recalled the dream from that night, and now it seemed as if it were about to come true.
The handsome young man seemed to be holding back to the limit, and a soft moan escaped from his bitten lips.
He started to become restless.
Those slender, fair fingers hooked around the collar, making it messy and erotic.
A blush crept across her fair neck, spreading from it to her stunningly beautiful face.
The handsome young man at this moment was like a crabapple tree in full bloom, its pink and white color tender and beautiful.
The carriage, moving at high speed, jolted a bit, and the young man, seeking a bit of coolness, tugged at the collar of the person in front of him, making it disheveled.
Bu Shaoluan's temples throbbed with veins as he grabbed the young man's unruly hand.
The person in his arms was like a child who couldn't get candy, struggling to pull their hand out of Bu Shaoluan's grasp.
But fearing he might hurt the person in front of him, he held back his strength.
The already weak fingers were easily caught in the palm of the hand when the force was withdrawn.
Gu Yao frowned, biting his lip in discomfort.
He opened his blurry eyes, but the scene before him was a blur. The familiar warmth between his fingers made him crave more.
The interplay of black and white colors resembles a deep vortex, drawing starlight to fall.
The extreme clash of black and white, with the white so bright it's dazzling.
It was like a sliver of sunlight filtering through the darkness.
For the lurking spy and the lone, venomous snake.
It is a scalding heat and an ultimate temptation.
When that breath, tinged with the faint scent of sandalwood, landed on her neck, bringing warmth and a gentle tone, Bu Shaoluan tightened his grip on her even more.
It's really hard to bear having the person you like causing trouble in your arms.
Bu Shaoluan doesn't consider himself a good person.
Moreover, such a good opportunity.
He pressed the restless head in his arms onto his shoulder, and Gu Yao's freed hand naturally hooked around Bu Shaoluan's neck.
In order to subdue Gu Yao, Bu Shaoluan had someone straddle him.
Like holding a child, one hand pressed down on the person's head, while the other hand gently stroked the young man's back.
Bu Shaoluan thought everything was fine, but the man who had lost his mind was clinging to his neck, and the young man's ** was rubbing against him impatiently...
The veins on his forehead throbbed, and for the first time he felt that his self-control was so poor. He gave an impatient low shout to the people rushing to catch the carriage outside.
"Shen Shenwei, hurry up!"
Shen Shenwei also practices martial arts.
Martial arts practitioners have excellent hearing.
Even the softest breathing sounds could be heard clearly, let alone such a loud noise.
People who grow up in the inner palace naturally know everything.
He could only pretend to be deaf.
Abrus precatorius, a potent antidote, can only be countered by steroids.
Hearing his increasingly heavy breathing, he flung the reins into the air.
Riding a horse recklessly in the street is a crime, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.
He shouted loudly to the pedestrians on the street, "Make way! Make way!"
The people on the road avoided the stall in fear, occasionally bumping into it.
Shen Shenwei could only memorize the stall owner's appearance. "I will definitely offer the compensation another day!"
They hurried and rushed to the palace gate.
The guards at the palace gate, seeing Shen Shenwei's solemn expression, did not dare to stop him.
Shen Xuntang controlled the entire palace, both inside and out.
Everyone knows that Shen Shenwei is Shen Xuntang's only apprentice.
Although I have now been assigned to Bu Shaoluan's side, I still need to show him the proper respect.
During this period, Bu Shaoluan amassed considerable influence in the Qianqing Palace.
When the servants saw His Majesty hurrying back carrying someone, they quickly lowered their heads.
Pretend you didn't see it.
To survive in this palace, you have to pretend to be blind when necessary.
Shen Shen thoughtfully closed the door for him.
He turned and looked at the maids and eunuchs in front of him, who were trembling with their heads down, his expression stern.
"Everyone knows what should be said and what shouldn't be said, right?"
The people in front of them all knelt down in unison, saying, "This servant/this servant understands."
"Then go and do your own thing."
The group retreated cautiously.
Shen Shen stood guard at the door, and no one dared to approach the bedroom again.
As soon as Bu Shaoluan placed the person on the couch, her bright pink, as vibrant as peach blossoms, stood out strikingly against the bright yellow background.
The young emperor struggled to look away, intending to get up and fetch the imperial physician, but someone grabbed him by the neck.
A warm, soft scent mixed with a light sandalwood fragrance landed on the side of her neck, carrying a sweet, sticky aroma.
A shiver ran from my neck throughout my body.
The boy's breath hitched for a moment. He took a deep breath, suppressed the filthy thoughts in his mind, and wanted to go and call the imperial physician.
Gu Yao was somewhat dissatisfied.
He couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality, nor could he tell the difference between his past life and this life.
All he knew was that the person in front of him was someone he liked.
If you like him, then you should get him.
He is not a good person.
He doesn't care about anything treasonous; he just wants to get what he wants.
The original owner's wish flashed through his mind.
Looking at Bu Shaoluan, whose forehead was damp with a thin layer of sweat, his handsome face, which had captivated him, was so close to him.
The resentment from his past life, combined with the scorching heat of the valley fire, consumed Gu Yao's reason at this moment.
The handsome young man curved his lips and gently kissed the person in front of him.
Those dreamy peach blossom eyes held the spring rain of March.
It was hazy and intoxicating.
Her lips, as delicate as peach blossoms in March, parted slightly, like a devil's whisper, irresistible.
"Ah Luan, I feel unwell."
Reason collapsed at that moment.
A continuous drizzle gently pattered on the pink and white crabapple blossoms.
Perhaps in a bit of a hurry, the white was completely stained with pink, and then a bright bluish-purple was layered on top.
When dreams and reality merge into one.
In this spring rain in her eyes, Bu Shaoluan was pulled into a dream she never wanted to wake up from by her long and flexible limbs.
In my dream, the crabapple blossoms bloomed to their fullest extent and then faded away in the courtyard bathed in bright yellow light.
The courtyard is filled with red silk, half the building is covered in crimson snow, and several clusters of vibrant colors form a protective enclosure. Leaning weakly against the railing, the tender willows sway gracefully.
The walls are pale pink and silver, elegant and understated; she sits with radiant makeup, her figure like a jade branch. The east wind stirs, the light of the flowers reflects on her skin, and the blush of peach blossoms blends with her icy complexion.
The rouge, freshly applied with rain, is used for dressing and grooming, resulting in a unique and beautiful appearance. It's like the warmth of the imperial palace during the day, where Yang Guifei sleeps soundly.
Winning a smile from Sanlang, amidst the bustling activity of pipes and silk threads before the flowers. So luxurious, a thousand piles of Shu brocade, what need is there for Du Fu's poems?