sinovels Chapter 10 Chapter 10
Chapter 10 Chapter 10
In short, it is upside down and confused.
When Gu Qinghou woke up, it was already noon.
He sat up, rubbed the center of his brows, recalled the afterimage in his dream, and smiled secretly, what's all this mess?
Before he finished laughing, the maid came outside to set the meal. After setting the meal, she came in with a hot water towel to serve him, and said to him with a smile: "My lord, it's better for lunch. Just now, the prince sent a message to have hot pot with you in the evening."
The smirk in his heart cooled down, and he let out a soft "hmm", his face could not tell whether he was happy or angry.
In the afternoon, all kinds of side dishes and ingredients were delivered first, and after a while, King Rong also came.
Gu Qinghou was hugging Xiaobai and scratching his belly. In the past, when he saw King Rong, he would give a three-point smile even if he didn't smile.At this time, he took a breath, but it broke halfway, and the corners of his lips were raised, which was a subtle look that was difficult to describe.
However, King Rong didn't pay attention to these details. He had a big smile on his face, and he was very happy. When he walked up to Gu Qinghou, he stretched out his finger and scratched Xiaobai's chin. Xiaobai Immediately narrowed his eyes comfortably.
He raised his head, smiled at Gu Qinghou and said: "Why don't you go into the room?" He walked into the room while talking, and said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, today I want to have a good drink with you."
Gu Qinghou released Xiaobai, and walked slowly behind him.
The two sat down, King Rong picked up the jug and poured himself a glass, and then picked up Gu Qinghou's wine glass and poured a glass, looked at Gu Qinghou, and said: "What do you think I am doing?"
Gu Qinghou was stunned for a moment, blinked, and said, "I didn't."
King Rong suddenly approached Gu Qinghou, and the distance between the two was within a fist. His skin was fair and delicate, and he didn't even have a single spot or mole when he looked closely.A pair of eyes stared at Gu Qinghou.
After a while, he suddenly stretched out a plain long finger, tapped lightly on Gu Qinghou's nose, and said with a smile: "I still said no, my eyes are wide open to see people."
With the touch of the fingertips, Gu Qinghou's eyes widened.
Seeing his appearance, King Rong put his arms around his shoulders and asked, "What's the matter, you always look dumb today."
Gu Qinghou's thoughts wandered, he forgot the hands on his shoulders, and said: "Didn't sleep well last night." He secretly glanced at King Rong, "What are you busy these days?"
King Rong withdrew his body and waved his hands nonchalantly, "What can I be busy with, I don't care about the imperial court, and the common people in the world don't need me to worry about it, they are just bored in this palace to eat, drink and have fun."
Hearing this, Gu Qinghou frowned slightly, "Don't you just want to live like this?"
King Rong was lowering his head and fiddled with the meat on the plate. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "That's right, isn't that what I want?"
Gu Qinghou opened his mouth, but said nothing.
The meal was not very interesting, King Rong occasionally said some jokes in the mansion, Gu Qinghou listened lightly, but he didn't say much.
It was getting late, the door was closed tightly, and King Rong sat cross-legged under the glass window, taking advantage of the cool air from the window to dissipate heat.
He was wearing only his underwear, with his back straight, sitting calmly in front of the couch table, Gu Qinghou was sitting opposite him, there was a small table between them, and the dim candlelight on the table.
King Rong spread his arms, tilted his head back, tried his best to stretch his neck, let himself dry for a while, touched his stomach with his right hand, patted it, and said, "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach."
When people are well fed and happy, they behave like children.
He suddenly fell forward, lay down on the small table, and said with a smile: "Gu Qing, let me draw a picture for you."
After finishing speaking, King Rong picked up a thin brush next to him, and tore a piece of plain paper to draw.
The candlelight was dim, but the person under the candlelight was glowing white, like milk, like fat jade, with full eyes and a sly smile on his lips.The thin white underwear crossed, concealing the skin.
Smooth and white chest, smooth and white wrist.
Gu Qinghou dodged back slightly vigilantly, thinking: "The so-called king of prostitution."
He blurted out, "I don't want to read pornographic paintings."
King Rong burst out laughing, raised his face, and stared at him: "When did I ever draw pornographic pictures?"
Gu Qinghou asked back, "Then what is painted on the yellow paper in your arms? Why don't people see it?"
King Rong froze for a moment before remembering what he said.
The paper in his arms was long gone, he thought for a while, leaned forward, and pulled one of Gu Qinghou's hands, holding it lightly in his left hand, and holding a fine brush in his right hand, leaned over the table, and traced carefully.
This brush is thin and soft, and the writer writes lightly. The soft bristles slid across the palm of his hand, as if deliberately scratching an itch. The scratching made Gu Qinghou's back numb, and he wanted to withdraw his hand several times.He couldn't take back his hand, but he didn't dare to look at the person opposite him very closely, avoiding his eyes awkwardly.
King Rong drew slowly for a while—maybe not for a while, just for a while, but Gu Qinghou thought it was "a while".
He retracted his pen and let go of his hand.
Gu Qinghou immediately withdrew his hand and turned his palm to see what he drew.
Then he frowned.
It turned out to be a chicken?
It is not accurate to say it is a "chicken", it seems to be plump, lying down...
King Rong said, "Roast chicken."
Gu Qinghou raised his head and looked at him in shock.
King Rong said: "The dog I raised in the past loved roast chicken the most. Every year I burn paper for him, and I have to paint roast chicken and give it to him. It's a thought."
He raised his eyebrows suddenly, showing a smirk, and moved forward to grab Gu Qinghou's other hand, "I can also draw glutinous rice cakes, here I will draw you one..."
Gu Qinghou naturally dodged in a hurry.
After tugging with King Rong a few times, he couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he felt a little embarrassed, and also had a faint strange taste.
He broke away from King Rong, the two of them sat down firmly, and slowly adjusted their clothes, he hesitated, "So those are sacrificial papers?"
King Rong nodded: "Well, every time I burn paper for it, the things I burn are just as I like, so I draw them by myself."
He sighed, "Some of the paintings are not good, I don't know if Qiuqiu can receive them..."
Gu Qinghou looked at him, remained silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Actually...whether it's human or other creatures, flesh and blood are spiritual consciousness. When the body is gone, everything is gone."
He looked at King Rong.
King Rong stopped smiling.
He moved his tongue, but couldn't bear to continue, "You know, you should understand."
King Rong had a stiff face, eyes half down, "I don't understand, I can't think about it, don't people go to the hell to line up after death, can they have another life?" His eyes were full of tears, "Everything has a father There are mothers, relatives and old friends, and so many people who care about them, how can you say that they are gone!"
His tears flowed silently, "Is this the way of heaven? How can the way of heaven be so ruthless and cruel!"
Gu Qinghou fell silent, he said: "The way of heaven is so ruthless and cruel."
He looked at King Rong, "Think about it, birth, old age, sickness and death are all natural,"
King Rong closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, he shook his head, and said, "I don't! My father, my mother, my queen, my ball, I can't forget them! I don't want to forget them either, I don't want to be open-minded."
Gu Qinghou lowered his eyes: "As you move forward on the road of life, there are some things that you can only forget."
King Rong cried and said: "But, I forgot them, how lonely they are! I just want to remember them, every memorial day, every memorial ceremony, shed tears for them, so as to teach them that there are still people in this world who think of them .”
Gu Qinghou looked at him, silent, as if something was blocked in his heart and throat.
He thought to himself: "The way of heaven is cruel, but maybe it's not cruel."
That night, he didn't know how he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already dawn. He lay on the bed, dazed for a while, feeling soft and light.
He hadn't slept so soundly all night for a long time. He stretched his waist and looked at his sleeves. It turned out that he was only wearing a close-fitting underwear tonight?
Ever since he came to the palace, he has been worried day and night.After all, this is someone else's home, and others are free to come and go.Gu Qinghou was afraid that something unexpected would happen at night, so he always dressed neatly, with underwear and outer shirt, and a sword hidden in his waist, everything was available.
He stared at his sleeve, and suddenly lifted the quilt to peek inside.
The underwear was loose, revealing most of her chest.The thin as onion's wings clings to the waist, downwards.Gently wrapped two slender thighs.
Gu Qinghou paused.
This is who helped him...
He turned his head suddenly.
On a bed, less than a foot away from him, King Rong was lying quietly, with a fair side face, long eyelashes, a straight nose, and closed eyes, which was an innocent look.
King Rong seemed to be startled by his actions, his nose wrinkled slightly unconsciously, turned around, wrapped in the quilt and rolled to a distance, far away from him, and continued to sleep soundly.
Gu Qinghou stared blankly at his back.
Countless thoughts, countless words, and countless conjectures flashed through his mind.
...everyone said he was a prostitute.
... When I was unconscious, this man's fingers stroked my cheek, frivolous and obscene.He sprayed in his ear with a vague voice reeking of alcohol: "Looking at a beauty under the lamp, the ancients never deceived me..." It was extremely disgusting.
...It was pitch black outside the door, and there was a servant's obscene private laughter, "How many days will it take for the prince to take off his pants?"
"Up to eight days"
……
And now...
Gu Qinghou's eyes swept across his shoulders, where a corner of the white underclothes was faintly exposed.
The night was colder, and the stiff figure sat on the head of the bed, looking at the people around him, and sat for half the night.
In the early morning of the second day, King Rong woke up, and before he opened his eyes, he first stretched out two hands from the bed, opened his arms and stretched, then immediately retracted his hands and retracted into the bed, pulling the bed up, wrapping it tightly , only half of his face was left outside, the remaining half of his face was immersed in the shadow of the quilt, his eyes were still closed, he gently rubbed his face on the pillow, and whispered vaguely: "What time is it?"
The maid who was supposed to be waiting in the outer hall disappeared without a trace, and a voice sounded behind him, "It's time."
He poked his head out of the quilt and looked back hard.
Gu Qinghou was lying on the bed, he did not know when he woke up, his eyes were black and blue.
King Rong turned over with the quilt on his back, facing Gu Qinghou, his face lay on the pillow, his hair was still stained, and he smiled lazily, "Are you awake?"
Then he seemed to remember something, and said with a smile: "Do you remember how much wine you drank last night! So you drink so much."
Gu Qinghou couldn't help but want to help his forehead, feeling very regretful in his heart.
King Rong still had that "cowardly and licentious" appearance, smiling wildly.Last night passed as if nothing had happened.
With a bluish and black face that seems to be coldly cut off from all emotions, Gu Qinghou lifted the quilt, "I don't remember—won't I get up? The sun is already three."
King Rong wrapped up the quilt tightly, rolled from the quilt to the left, and rolled to the right again, playing tricks and having fun, closing his eyes on purpose, and muttering in a low voice, "I can't afford it, I can't afford it, it's just time."
Gu Qinghou asked lightly: "Then when do you usually wake up?"
King Rong rolled several times, and bumped his head into Gu Qinghou's waist.
Gu Qinghou trembled.
The person with his face buried in his waist was wrapped in a thick quilt, and when he spoke, he was breathing hot air, which seemed to pass through the quilt to his sensitive side waist, with a buzzing vibration.
King Rong's voice was muffled under the blanket, "I usually wake up when I think about it."
Gu Qinghou asked: "Don't you remember?"
King Rong showed half of his face and said, "Then the king will not go to court early from now on."
Gu Qinghou looked down at him.
His eyes were playful and casual, and his smile was frank and innocent.
Gu Qinghou didn't know whether he was really "innocent" or fake "innocent".With his world-famous reputation and his plundering style, he should have been far away from these two words, but...
Gu Qinghou looked at him, then suddenly turned away, feeling agitated.
King Rong didn't realize it, he hid in the quilt, rubbed indiscriminately, turned around, lay down on the bed, buried his face in the quilt and rolled around.
Gu Qinghou hid for a while.I couldn't stand it anymore and got out of bed.
The maid knocked lightly on the door, and said in a low voice, "My lord, young master, you are up, deer... Mr. Lu is here to give the lord a girdle."
The voice was inexplicably tense and cautious.