kingnovel Chapter 671: Abandoned Son - Hegemony (35)
Chapter 671: Abandoned Son - Hegemony (35)
In front of the courtyard gate, a dazzling scene comes into view.
The delicate and gorgeous peony and the elegant peony are blooming, as if they are competing for beauty and not giving in to each other.
Right next to this bush of flowers, a tall man was standing there in a daze, staring at a pink peony in his hand.
He sat on the stone steps, muttering to himself, "Xier likes me, doesn't like me... doesn't like me." As he whispered softly, he carefully plucked the delicate petals one by one, like a lost mood slowly drifting away.
When the last petal fell, the man's face showed disappointment and frustration. Obviously, this answer was not what he expected.
He angrily threw the remaining flower stalk in his hand to the ground, as if he wanted to throw away the dissatisfaction in his heart.
Then, he quickly reached out and plucked a gorgeous peony beside him, and said with a firm look in his eyes: "No! Xier likes me."
Just like that, he began to repeat the action full of expectation and a little trepidation again, picking off the petals while whispering softly: "Xi'er likes me... doesn't like me."
Gradually, a large number of colorful petals were scattered on the ground.
At the same time, in the study in the yard, a woman was sitting quietly at the desk, holding an exquisite paintbrush in her hand, ready to paint the beautiful scenery in front of her.
But she was upset by the frequent mumbling voice of the man outside the wall - "Xier likes me, doesn't like me..." She couldn't put down the paintbrush in her hand, and her thoughts had already drifted to the figure outside the door.
[Sister Xi, are you really not going to accept this little fool?]
[I am afraid that I have committed too many sins.]
[But didn’t you give him the answer a long time ago?]
[Xiao Ke, when did I give it to you? Tell me about it.]
[Sister Xi, you let him into your house and let him live here for three months, which means you tacitly allowed him to appear in your life, otherwise you would have kicked him out long ago.]
Gu Yuxi stopped talking to Xiao Ke and remained silent, picking up the colored ink and starting to write. Unexpectedly, a familiar face appeared on the paper a moment later.
The woman sighed, leaned on the table, and murmured: "Wu Chengyin, how can I treat your barefoot love? Do I really like you?"
As the sky gradually darkened, Wu Chengyin could only lift his feet and walk down the mountain. As soon as he reached the new courtyard, the servant asked, "Master, why did you come down the mountain? The young princes also came down the mountain at noon. Could it be that the princess is angry?"
"roll!"
In the antique study room filled with the faint scent of ink, a man in gorgeous clothes was frowning and flipping through the play script in his hand with an irritated look on his face.
The more he read, the more upset he became. He felt that all the skills and methods taught in these scripts were just empty talk. What was the point of learning them?
The man couldn't help but think to himself: Am I not gentle enough? He always takes good care of her and asks about her well-being. Am I not considerate enough? He always puts her first and considers her feelings. Not to mention his masculinity. As a man of seven feet tall, he thinks he is quite masculine... But thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is still something missing!
"No, I absolutely cannot act so rashly. If I just keep being tough, I'm afraid Xier will really cut me into pieces." Thinking of this, Wu Chengyin couldn't help but shudder.
The originally dim light in the room was suddenly brightened. Someone had quietly lit a candle without knowing when.
When Wu Chengyin closed the book and looked up, he was surprised to find that the sky outside had already turned as dark as ink. At this moment, a deafening thunder suddenly came from the sky.
"Boom--" Along with the loud noise, heavy rain fell from the sky in an instant. The raindrops as big as beans hit the windows violently. Lightning streaked across the night sky, reflecting a pale scene.
Wu Chengyin was immediately extremely anxious, because he knew very well that the woman living in the mountain was most afraid of thunder.
He stood up hurriedly, grabbed the black cloak hanging on the wall, and rushed to the door as fast as the wind.
He waved his hand skillfully, and the heavy cloak was draped steadily on his body, and the candlelight flickered.
The door was suddenly pushed open. When the servant Hei Yi, who was waiting outside, saw his master in such a panic, he hurried forward and asked, "Master, it's dark now, and it's stormy outside. Where are you going?"
"Up the mountain."
"It's getting late. Tomorrow..."
Before Hei could finish his words or hold out the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, the man had already climbed over the wall, leaving behind the sound of footsteps that gradually faded away on the stairs up the mountain.
At that time, in the yard on the mountain, there were lightning and thunder, the candles were all extinguished, and the light blue thin bed curtains were swept by the wind, swaying and entangled.
On the bed, a figure was trembling slightly, with a hint of cold sweat on his forehead. The thunder sounded again, and the person on the bed seemed to be even more afraid and trembled even more.
"Who are you?" the sleeping woman whispered, hugging the quilt tightly.
"Don't go!" The person on the bed shouted and struggled hard, with a tear sliding down the corner of his eye.
The door was suddenly pushed open and then closed. A wet figure walked quickly over and quickened his pace again after hearing the woman's call.
"Xi'er, don't be afraid."
The man in the dream called her gently, but then there was a chill and dampness. Gu Yuxi woke up suddenly, stood on the bed, and bumped into a pair of deep eyes.
"It's you?"
"Xi'er, it's me. There's thunder and lightning outside. Don't be afraid. I'll be with you."
Gu Yuxi woke up from a nightmare with a confused mind. She could only follow her heart and hugged the wet man to calm down in his arms.
"I'm very cold and damp all over, Xi'er, don't hold me."
"Wu Chengyin, are you sure you want to fight me till death for the rest of your life?"
"I am sure that whenever you ask me, I will say the same thing: I will do anything for you, thousands and thousands of times."
"Fool!"
"Yes, I am stupid, but stupid people have good fortune."
"Okay, thousands and thousands of times, if you can afford the bet, I won't shrink from it either."
The woman burst into laughter. The man in black in her nightmare overlapped with the man in front of her. She stood up, reached out to touch the man's face, and then opened her red lips: "Wu Chengyin, kiss me."
Seeing the man in a daze, the woman raised her voice: "Kiss me, like it's daytime."
"I...really! Not...good!" Wu Chengyin was at a loss and kissed the woman's lips under her gaze.
At this moment, Wu Chengyin was in a mess and was about to be finished. He could not refuse the plea of his beloved, so he took off his wet cloak and threw it on the ground.
He held the woman's neck with his hand and slowly fell down, following his instinct to take it.
Under the bed curtains, figures intertwined, breaths were chaotic, and they were entangled...