Chapter 292: [On Top of Death and Life] The Heart of the King is as Deep as the Sea

Fairy Tramper looks back and sees Song Qiutong, beautifully dressed and charming, approaching with a group of attendants.

He paused with his hand to lift the curtain, and without moving, he straightened the bamboo curtain and asked, "What is it?"

"I have nothing else to do, so I will take a walk to refresh myself." Song Qiutong curtsied and gazed softly towards the carriage, " Mo Ran going out?"

"Go to Wuchang Town for a night market."

She smiled brightly, looking submissive but not too intimate: "A carriage ride for such a short journey. You're not alone, are you?"

He wasn't too impatient with her at the time, so he returned the smile, "Not alone."

Song Qiutong's eyes darted around, her gaze falling on the yellow sour stirrups, the woman's mind so delicate that the answer came to her in a flash. Her expression faltered for a moment, then she said with delight, "Ah, could it be Queen Chu's sister?"

""

I can just imagine Chu Wanning's face in the carriage when he heard that name, and Fairy Tramper held back a smile, "Well. It's him."

The woman's face grew brighter and brighter, almost making the clouds in the sky pale in comparison: "It's wonderful, after three years in the palace, I've only seen Queen Chu on her wedding day, and she was still wearing a veil. What a wonderful day it is to meet her."

She laughed and said, "Mo Ran, would you like to draw us together as sisters?"

Fairy Tramper shook her head, "He's aloof and uncomfortable when he sees a stranger. And a mute. Don't see it."

Song Qiutong has always obeyed Mo Ran, but she is itching to do so. She had a long-standing grudge against Queen Chu, and had been humiliated since her husband had left her for no reason on their wedding day. Afterwards, she heard gossip from the court that the emperor had stayed in Queen Chu's room on her wedding night until nearly dusk the following day.

"It didn't stop all night, and that noise really killed people."

"I heard the men on night duty say that they counted on their fingers that they had done it at least seven or eight times, and that His Majesty was too capable."

A young palace maid even smiled and said, "Isn't Queen Chu capable of seven or eight times a night? I'm afraid that soon even the little prince will have a baby son."

But what embarrassed Song Qiutong the most were the whispers such as "The Empress is so beautiful, but I can't believe she lost her favour on her wedding night" and "This is not at all proper, and His Majesty is too disrespectful to the Empress".

She felt as if she had been slapped hard on the face by the same Chu Guifei who had never even seen her face, and the burning pain had only increased in the past three years.

In the end, even her beloved servant girl was disgruntled and complained fiercely through clenched teeth, "I don't know which mountain's foxes have cultivated their essence and have bewitched His Majesty."

You can see that His Majesty sleeps with her almost every night, but she is not pregnant, so I think her health is not good and she will never have an heir in her life. His Majesty is only playing with her, and sooner or later he will tire of it."

Song Qiutong reluctantly smiled, there were some things she had the face to say

On the few occasions when she has had sex with him, he has been extremely discreet and never wanted to impregnate her. The only time he lost his mind was not long ago, when he came to her in the middle of the night after a drunken fight with Queen Chu.

She was asleep by then, and when the curtain was suddenly lifted, she was met by those scarlet, irrational eyes. She didn't even have time to react before she was picked up by him like a delicate flower in the wind, almost out of control. In that fiery movement he did not seem to want to see her face, so her face was impatiently covered with a quilt, and in the unseen darkness she heard him ask reluctantly, "Who are you writing to secretly behind my back? You care for him that much"

That night, she was so lost in his hands, but she heard him crouch behind her and murmur, "You will see no one and go nowhere, you can only be my Queen Chu, even if you don't want to."

Song Qiutong took a break from this humiliating memory and, with her face straightened, smiled with her beautiful eyes and said, "Although Your Majesty does not mind courtesy, we are at least sisters, so I would like to meet her and give her some small gift."

Fairy Tramper's hand on the bamboo curtain didn't let go: "He has everything. Nothing is missing."

Song Qiutong had no choice but to speak to the emperor again in a soft voice, and then watched him get into the carriage and walk away with the fox spirit.

Deep within the bamboo curtain, on the soft seat, Fairy Tramper, who was laughing so hard that her ribs ached, continued with a straight face: "As the emperor, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate for me to give you too much preference."

""

Chu Wanning's face is sombre and he looks sideways at the window without saying a word.

The ripe golden sun shone through the thin curtain, casting layers of light on his thin, transparent face. Fairy Tramper stares for a moment, leans over and simply lies on his lap.

Chu Wanning tensed her back and didn't look at him, but asked, "Aren't you hot?"

"The voice of the beloved princess is so cold that it cools the heat."

"" Chu Wanning finally swept him down, his gaze colder than his voice.

He was genuinely angry, no man would want to be the concubine of another man, and Song Qiutong's cry of Queen Chu's sister stuck in his throat, and he even had red eyes at the end of them because of the shame.

Fairy Tramper initially made him his concubine to give him a taste of what it is like to be less than a woman. Song Qiutong was his wife, and he was a Beidou, but he was a concubine to a junior.

"Angry."

""

"I didn't let her see you, so what are you aggravated about?"

Fairy Tramper was about to tease the man, but the twilight flickered and the sunset shone through the bamboo curtain, illuminating Chu Wanning's face. Fairy Tramper realised how cold and distant those eyes were and moved her lips to say nothing.

Suddenly he felt very uninterested.

Neither of them spoke again.

When we arrived at Wuchang Town, we bought a lot of things. Sugar paintings, flower cakes, candy canes, lanterns, everything you could buy, it was a wagonload. But Chu Wanning just looked at the hustle and bustle outside the bamboo curtain and didn't care about what was inside.

Fairy Tramper is a little annoyed that Chu Wanning is not happy.

"Forget it, I'm not going back tonight." He said suddenly, "Just stay in town."

He ordered the coachman to find an inn and went in with Chu Wanning, who had donned his cloak and hood.

The waiter was yawning, but when he saw the guest, he smiled and asked, "Are you staying here, sir?"

"Ask for an upper room."

Although Chu Wanning's face is hidden under a hood, his posture is clearly that of a man, and waiter is curious to see what he sees.

Chu Wanning said, "Two rooms."

At his words, Fairy Tramper's anger, which she had been holding back, came to the fore: "What is your relationship with me that you need two rooms to hide it from the public?"

If the waiter's eyes were suspicious just then, they were now dazed.

Fairy Tramper was quite pleased, even a little viciously pleased, with this look from the waiter. Once the room was opened, he tugged Chu Wanning's arm all the way up, and before he could close the door behind him, he kissed him intimately, his lips and tongue entwining eagerly and fiercely.

Outside the grape-studded window, the lights were on, but none of them mattered to him as he pressed Chu Wanning to the bed, and over the creaking ambiguity, he heard Chu Wanning sigh softly.

" Mo Ran, what's the point of you doing that again."

""

"And what's the point of us being like this."

The words were so sharp that when I look back on them after all this time, my heart still throbs a little.

Fairy Tramper Open your eyes.

He is still standing in the red lotus watering hole, and all those past events are now behind him.

But for some reason, a shadow always seemed to flicker before his eyes and the sound of pouring rain in his ears, as if he were a ghost in the darkness of the night, peering in through the grape-striped windows of the inn.

He saw the same house, the same two people, what was different was the heavy rain outside the window, and the love-like atmosphere in the bed.

The room was dark, but he was sure he could see Chu Wanning's face, dazed with desire, his eyes slightly closed, entwined with his own, shameful and passionate.

In this vision, one gazes not without affection at the man beneath one, pleading and determined: "Tonight, I only want to make you comfortable."

He ducked his head to kiss and suck Chu Wanning's vulnerability and heard the man's gasp as Chu Wanning's fingers dug into his dark hair: "Ahh."

Fairy Tramper leaned over and held her forehead, only to feel the pain inside her skull feel like it was going to crack.

The two memories were intertwined and entwined, tearing at each other in an attempt to gain the upper hand. Which part was real and which was a nightmare he didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it any further.

Barely calming himself, he snatched his way out of the red lotus watering hole.

He arrived at the sword dancing pavilion and stood in front of the white jade carved fence looking at the distant mountains in their slim shadows, his chest heaving slightly. What was that fragrant memory just now

Is it a life experienced by Mo Ran in another world?

He couldn't help but recall those wet, soft eyes of Chu Wanning again, leaning his neck back on the couch in a low gasp.

Fairy Tramper squeezed the guardrail suddenly.

Did Chu Wanning willingly sleep with that damned Mohammedan?

Somehow, even though they were one and the same, Fairy Tramper's anger suddenly flared and burned, staining her eyes with blood.

If this was indeed a memory of his other self, then he suddenly felt overwhelmed with resentment and discontent.

Why on what basis

After being resurrected by Hua Binan, he returned to this earth as a walking corpse, leaving him with a devastated Wushan Palace and a disgusting mess.

What he saw when he hastily ran to the red lotus water pavilion was a withered lotus after the spirit had dissipated, begonias drifting to the ground, and an empty and deserted house.

and the Lotus Pond where the deceased is no more.

He was brought back to life from hell by Hua Binan, but Chu Wanning's body was already ashes and dust, and nothing remained to be found.

He remembered walking slowly to the lotus pond, looking down with his head expressionlessly for a moment, then leaning down to dip his fingers into it and scoop up a handful of water. The cold pool was deep and bone-chilling.

He shuddered involuntarily, water leaking through his fingers as he crumpled to the floor.

So, having returned to earth, what exactly is left of him.

He hated living in this world more and more every day, but he was under the control of others and he had to obey Hua Binan's orders.

Later, Hua Binan found a crack in the door of life and death in space and time, but refused to tell him who had left it there, leaving him to work hard here. The only consolation was that Hua Binan would try to send him some news every now and then so that he would have some idea of what to do.

So he learns that there is a part of himself reborn in that time, and he learns of Shi Mei, Xue Meng, Ye Wangxi Nangong Si, all of whom are long dead.

He was also informed about Chu Wanning.

Hua Binan's letters to him were always very short and shy. He also hated Hua Binan's handwriting, which was as sharp as a scorpion's cheek.

But those letters became his greatest hope for the living dead, as if they were a breath of fresh air for a man drowning in the depths of the sea. He kept each letter, and when there were no new ones, he went back and forth, reading the words that made him sick to his stomach hundreds of times over.

He thought he was probably crazy.

At nightfall, the servants were serving dinner, and he loved the bustle. So, as he had always done since his rebirth, he ordered the people to gather in front of the temple. He reclined lazily in the soft seat and watched them eat, asking them now and then how they liked it.

Fairy Tramper used to hate to read, but these days, with no one around, he has no choice but to spend his long nights poring over bamboo scrolls. As he read, he found some pleasure in chewing on the words.

For example, when he wanted someone to nibble on a fried potpourri, he would say, "Here, try a flatbread for my throne", and when he wanted someone to chew a spinach, he would say, "Try the red-billed green parrot in the bowl".

It is hard enough to get an illiterate person to read, and if that illiterate person still finds it enjoyable, I'm afraid there is only one thing to say: he has no other pleasure in life.

When the feast was in full swing, someone came to report, "Your Majesty, Senior Sage has also returned."

"He's all alone."

"Take the Master of the Wood Pavilion of Tianyin, they say they are to arrange for the sacrifice first and come back to meet His Majesty when it is done."

Fairy Tramper pinched the purple-skinned grapes on a silver platter and looked pale: "Then let them take their time, I'm happy to be free."

The visitor added, "In addition, Senior Holy Hand said he had a message for Your Majesty."

"What."

"You need to be careful these days, the earthly world has been in turmoil and he is sure to come."

"" Fairy Tramper's eyes were haunted, and after a moment, smiled, "I know, my seat is in the right place."

Of course he knew he would come.

Two red dusts crossed, millions of calamity victims were displaced, the Patriarch Mo lost his life, and the top of death and life fell Chu Wanning, like himself, had nothing left, and he feared he would come to himself with a death wish.

Fairy Tramper is not daunted, and even has some hidden expectations.

In the late hours of the night, the palace was lit up with candlelight, and the Wushan Palace alone had 9,999 lampstands, making the darkness a perfect day.

Fairy Tramper called Liu to her and said, "Go and teach the men and put out half the candles."

The lights were so bright that he feared Chu Wanning would have difficulty sneaking in and lowered his own guard.

Liu did as he was told, and he stood still and waited until Liu came and reported to him, saying, "Your Majesty, half the fire is out."

He was still dissatisfied when he looked at the dimly lit courtyard and said after some thought, "Why don't we just put it all out?"

Liu :""

The candelabra at Wushan Palace went out one by one, but Fairy Tramper's heart lit up little by little. He had a vague feeling that Chu Wanning was coming soon. The man would probably still be dressed in white, with an indignant face and a tiresome mouth full of pale morality, and would probably still want to avenge Master Mo's death.

He was thrilled to think of it, his tongue licking over his white teeth and lips. He had left only the last bronze twisted floor lamp deep in the rood, a flame he had left for Chu Wanning's desperate moth, telling him that he was here, waiting for him to swoop in to die.

It was late at night and a drizzling rain began to fall outside the window.

Fairy Tramper changed into her most dignified golden silk robe and made up the mattress and pillows with her own hands. After walking around the house, she still felt that something was missing and finally ordered a jar of aged pearly white to be warmed in water.

The man, warm with good wine and dressed in his finery, kept his tent and stood by the window looking out at the growing rain. From beginning to end, he had not even summoned the shadow of the unreturned.

But he was still deceiving himself, thinking fiercely to himself as he kept his wine and bed warm: "When Chu Wanning comes, I'll show him that the sword is merciless!