This unspeakable height made Rong Heng’s pupils quake for a mont.
At this mont, Rong Heng solidified his inner conviction—haha, he absolutely wouldn’t let Gu Lan be on top.
Seeing Rong Heng’s complex expression, Gu Lan pretended to just realize she had slept in the wrong bed.
With a calm face, she adjusted her pants: "I seem to have accidentally sleepwalked, Brother Hang, we’re all n here, you don’t mind, right?"
Rong Heng looked up, observing Gu Lan’s calm deanor: "I don’t mind."
"That’s good, I’ll go now." Gu Lan breathed a slight sigh of relief, planning to slip away.
Just when Gu Lan thought, given the situation, Rong Heng would certainly no longer suspect her, Rong Heng suddenly approached again.
He went from supporting himself with his palm next to Gu Lan’s face to supporting with his elbow, in an instant, leaving only a foot between them. Especially... their two legs awkwardly locked together.
"I don’t mind your sleepwalking... but why are you facing ? Hmm?"
What he said was obscure, yet Gu Lan imdiately understood.
Gu Lan didn’t have ti to react, only wanted to retreat, but she was already looking up at Rong Heng, her back against the bed; where could she retreat to?
The low "hmm" was like an enchanting creature awakening in the night, carrying a hint of obscurity and hoarseness.
Gu Lan swallowed her saliva, speaking softly, "Forget last ti you slept with , when you woke up, wasn’t it the sa?"
Rong Heng: "...No need to ntion last ti."
He lowered his gaze, one hand clasping Gu Lan’s waist, his slightly cool palm seed to be coated with warmth, slowly moving down: "Gu Lan, tell , are you hiding sothing from ?"
At such a close distance, Rong Heng’s thick and sharp eyelashes were distinct, making Gu Lan envious. She knew she hadn’t slept all night and surely had dark circles, making her even more envious.
No, she shouldn’t be thinking about eyelashes now!
Young Master Gu remained immobile, facing him, eyes without a trace of avoidance, calmly retorting: "What is Brother Hang talking about?"
"I said, Lanlan, don’t lie to ." He said in a low voice.
The next mont, she was stunned. Damn!
Rong Heng’s eyes were dark and profound, but in a flash, he let her go.
Gu Lan finally turned over and sat up, yawning, her mind filled with the joy of surviving a disaster, jesting: "Rong Heng, how old are you?"
Rong Heng gritted his teeth, staring at her gloomily.
"Um... Brother Hang, good morning, goodbye."
Seeing his expression so dangerous, Gu Lan hurriedly said goodbye.
She walked out of Rong Heng’s room, paying no mind to the shocked gaze of the Dingyuan Army guards at the door, unable to contain her excitent as she returned to her own room.
After a careful look at the door to ensure no one was there, Gu Lan sneaked a hand to her belt.
No matter what kind of dicine Du Changning had in the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, so what?
If Gu Chengluan is dressed as a man, what does that have to do with Gu Lan?
No matter how suspicious Rong Heng is, he would never believe a woman disguising as a man—
From now on, Brother Hang will never doubt again, the two of us can face challenges together, our combined strength will conquer the world... The corners of Gu Lan’s lips couldn’t help but lift as she wanted to laugh unrestrainedly in a place where no one was around.
At this mont, Rong Heng sat in his own room, dazedly looking at his hands.
Luckily, Gu Lan didn’t think he was a pervert.
The one he liked was really a man.
Rong Heng whimpered, collapsing and hugging his own head, unable to maintain his composed appearance any longer. If there hadn’t been soone outside the barracks, he really wanted to wail to the sky.
After a long ti, Rong Heng cald down.
He accepted his fate, liking is liking, what could he do? He could only hope that Gu Lan might like him a little.
Thus, the disheartened Fifth Young Master Rong finished breakfast and went to challenge Su Zixiao to a duel. The two fought all morning, Su Zixiao was very excited to be beaten up again and again. Despite multiple defeats, he fought repeatedly and sohow ended up seeing Rong Heng as a confidant.
After several rounds of beating Su Zixiao, Rong Heng’s mood finally improved greatly.
He thought, Gu Lan was right, Su Zixiao could cook and could take a beating, this was a real brother.
At that point, a Dingyuan Army ssenger reported: "Colonel, there’s a kid outside the camp looking for you."
"A kid?"
"Yes, he says he’s your... classmate from the Imperial Family."
Rong Heng wiped the sweat off his palm and walked out of the barracks, seeing Yan Qing holding a pile of books.
Ever since he learned that Yan Qing was actually "Sea and River are Clear," Rong Heng could no longer face this thirteen-year-old child directly.
"Why are you here?" Rong Heng glanced briefly at the cobalt blue-covered "Classic of Poetry" and couldn’t help but touch his nose.
Yan Qing’s pale little face carried a hint of a smile, showing starry eyes like Rong Baoyi, and said, "Uncle Wu, these are the picture books and storybooks I’ve collected, to help you get along better with Young Master Gu."
Yan Qing was different from County Princess Changle; he not only silently admired, but he also produced content.
Rong Heng coldly retorted, "Why should I get along with Gu Lan?"
Yan Qing blinked and said, "This ti is different, this ti it cos with pictures."
Rong Heng frowned, "Can’t you study hard and contribute sothing useful to Dayan?"
Yan Qing: "Isn’t this contribution enough? Isn’t this useful enough?"
Rong Heng snorted, taking the picture book from his hand.
Fine, since he had accepted this reality, he could only...have a look.
*
At the end of the Sixth Year of Chengping, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Rites argued for an entire month and finally reached an agreent.
This year, no New Year’s Eve celebration would be held; instead, on New Year’s Day, the Empress Dowager’s fiftieth birthday banquet and the celebration of all officials would be held in Zhonghe Hall.
This celebration was also to celebrate the great victory in the Northern Territory, announcing to the world that Yan Country had already trampled down the Royal Court, becoming the strongest nation of the ti.
The birthday banquet was similar every year, but the Northern victory was unprecedented.
After New Year’s Day finished, there would be a reorganization, and Gu Chengzhao would return to the Northern Territory. Having stayed in the Capital City for several months, he was satisfied.
The night before, on New Year’s Eve, there was a heavy snowstorm, and families reunited.
Gu Lan, pitying Rong Heng for spending New Year’s Eve alone in the camp, invited him to Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.
Unexpectedly, Xie Yun, who also had no parents next door, heard the news and ca over to join the feast.
The people at the Marquis Mansion seed to have accepted the reality that these two n were always around their princely heir. Mrs. Wang and the kitchen at the Marquis Mansion prepared two large tables of New Year’s Eve dinner, making both Gu Lan and Rong Heng eat until their stomachs were full—Rong Heng mainly competed with Xie Yun for food.
This was Gu Lan’s first New Year’s Eve in Yan Country.
It was also the first ti since Rong Heng was eight years old that he spent the New Year surrounded by many people.
After midnight, Gu Lan pulled Rong Heng away to Magpie Workshop.
"Why are you two here?" Nian Xia looked at the suddenly appearing duo with surprise, standing on the third-floor carved railing of Magpie Workshop, holding a cup of light wine, enchanting and beautiful.
Young Master Gu smiled, "I’m here to get the breast enhancent secret tips for my maid from Sister Nian Xia. As for Brother Hang, he feels guilty for not accompanying you on New Year’s Eve in the past few years."
Nian Xia was stunned and almost laughed to death.
On Rong Heng’s handso face, the coldness dissipated, revealing a bit of youthful shyness.
Nian Xia laughed while her eyes gradually turned red.
Feeling unnatural, Rong Heng lowered his gaze. If not for Gu Lan’s reminder, he might not have thought to visit Nian Xia.
In those past years, he spent one New Year’s Eve after another alone in a lonely courtyard in the Imperial Court.
No matter how bright the fireworks were, they had nothing to do with him.
He never thought if Nian Xia, outside the palace, looking at the world’s splendor, felt the sa solitude.
Rong Heng curved his lips, grabbing You Ying, who was watching the excitent on the side: "Magpie Workshop is setting off fireworks tonight, right? Co, let’s go together."
Gu Lan and Nian Xia stayed where they were, and Nian Xia, looking at her brother in the distance, said softly, "Since...that year, I haven’t seen such a lively Wu in a long ti."
Gu Lan thought that Nian Xia’s words were very familiar, as if when she read domineering CEO novels, there would always be butlers and subordinates saying: The young master hasn’t laughed in three years.
Rong Heng seed to sense, turned his head to look at Nian Xia, and mouthed, "Behave yourself."
Nian Xia snorted lightly, directly taking the initiative to hold Gu Lan’s hand, interlocking fingers with Young Master Gu in front of You Ying and Rong Heng.
Gu Lan looked thoroughly pleased.
Rong Heng: "..."
He had to guard against n, won every day, and even his sister.
You Ying: "..."
Taking this chance, Nian Xia whispered, "Gu Lan, I forgot to tell you, You Ying found out that Du Changning is right in the Capital City; the matter with your dicinal formula might have been exposed."
Gu Lan curled his lips, "Don’t worry, after Brother Hang touched , all suspicion has been completely eliminated."
Nian Xia widened her eyes in shock, "Touched...touched?"
Gu Lan confird, "Touched."
Nian Xia thought to herself, her brother was completely finished.
Reviews
All reviews (0)