diskusbooks Chapter 213 Ingratitude and Deceit (48)
Chapter 213 Ingratitude and Deceit (48)
Bu Shaoluan had no idea how long he had been walking. The faint breaths on the side of his neck kept the young man from losing his senses.
As soon as that faint breath paused, Bu Shaoluan's breath also paused, and he couldn't help but stop walking to carefully feel the breeze.
Only when gentle breaths brushed past his ear again did his heart, which had been hanging on the edge of a knife, finally relax a little.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief before continuing to walk forward.
This went on for the boy countless times, and he stopped to do so.
I didn't know which way to go, I just kept walking forward.
He needs a glimmer of hope.
Until they heard firelight and shouts in the distance.
"His Majesty!"
"Palm print!"
The boy tried to shout, but found that his voice was already hoarse and he could not speak.
The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard saw the young man walking at the front, his face lit up with joy, and he ran to the young man and knelt down.
"Commander Wu Yang of the Embroidered Uniform Guard arrived late to rescue Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness."
Bu Shaoluan was panting heavily. By the light of the fire, he turned his head to look at Gu Yao, who was leaning on his shoulder. In the dim light, the young man's face was still frighteningly pale.
The boy's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little flustered.
"The imperial physician! Where is the imperial physician?!"
Wu Yang also saw the person on Bu Shaoluan's back who looked like gold paper.
Even with only half a face visible, her unique and beautiful appearance is still very easy to recognize.
The boy's complexion wasn't much better; his hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, his sweaty hair clung to his face, and his lips were chapped from lack of moisture.
Even in such a disheveled state, he still carried the person on his back very steadily.
Wu Yang frowned, the rumors circulating in the capital flashing through his mind.
He knelt down in front of the boy. "Your Majesty, let me carry the Grand Master of the Seal."
The boy's eyes were full of wariness as he looked at Wu Yang, gently shook his head, and then lifted the young man on his back a little higher with his stiff arms, ready to take a step forward.
It was as if they were about to personally escort the young man to the imperial physician.
They are frighteningly stubborn.
He's gone mad.
Bu Shaoluan focused all his energy on the breath on the side of his neck.
He wanted to see Ah Tang wake up with his own eyes.
He wanted to see his Ah Tang safe and sound.
People from afar also gathered around.
Bu Shaoluan wanted the imperial physician to examine the boy, but was stopped by another delicate, jade-like hand.
The boy's eyes were glazed over. He looked up and saw the man he had seen at the Shen residence that day.
Han Shu frowned as he looked at Gu Yao, whose face was pale, and reached out to pick him up.
Bu Shaoluan's face darkened, his expression hardened, and he took a step back warily.
"What do you want to do?"
Han Shu looked at the wary-looking boy, his brows furrowing even deeper, no longer wanting to maintain his usual kind and gentle demeanor.
He was never a good person to begin with, and seeing Gu Yao like this only made him feel worse.
The boy tried to dodge Han Shu in a disheveled manner, but his struggles were almost meaningless to Han Shu.
He was getting agitated and wanted to knock the person unconscious.
He glanced at Gu Yao, sighed softly, and used only some internal force to press down on Bu Shaoluan's shoulder.
Bu Shaoluan wrapped his arms around the young man's knees, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't muster any strength.
The pressure on his shoulder made it ache, carrying a clear warning.
He could only watch the refined and otherworldly young man before him with suspicion, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The disparity in strength caused Bu Shaoluan to feel extremely unbalanced.
He knew perfectly well that he couldn't beat the person in front of him.
He had never felt so weak.
If he were stronger, Ah Tang wouldn't have gotten injured while saving him.
If he were any more skilled, he wouldn't be stuck in place and unable to move.
"Who are you?"
The boy's voice was hoarse and filled with resentment.
Han Shu did not answer his question, but instead gave the butler behind him a wink.
Bu Shaoluan felt the weight on his back gradually lessen, and his stiff fingers were slowly pried open, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
It felt like a part of one's soul had been ripped out, the pain was excruciating.
The stiff fingers remained bent, but the person they carried had been forcibly taken away.
The steward of the Shen family, carrying his young master on his back, stood beside Han Shu, respectful and humble.
That attitude was nothing like the forceful one he had shown when he blocked the way in front of the Shen residence that day.
It was as if this was also his master, and also the master of the Shen family.
Han Shu nodded and was about to leave with his men.
He gently released the hand that was controlling the boy, and Bu Shaoluan watched the two figures from behind.
One black and one white, they match quite well.
But what is he anyway?
The boy raised his trembling, stiff hands, his fingertips still seemingly warm from the young man's body, but now someone was going to take his A-Tang away.
why?
Why?
The young man's faint heartbeat and breathing seemed to still linger on his neck. Bu Shaoluan knew that something was wrong with him, but he just couldn't control himself.
On the way out of the mountain stream, he had witnessed countless moments of youthful stagnation.
All my rambling was met with the noisy chirping of insects.
Those shallow, faint breaths were the driving force that kept him going, and the pillar of his spirit.
But now, they're so casually about to take the person away.
How can it be?
Now, those who took Gu Yao away from him are all enemies in his eyes.
Bu Shaoluan didn't know where he got the strength, but seeing the two figures, one in black and one in white, about to leave the crowd, the boy, his eyes red, lunged at Han Shu, his voice filled with anguish.
"Give Ah Tang back to me!"
Han Shu grabbed the boy's wrist and frowned as he looked at Bu Shaoluan, whose eyes were bloodshot and somewhat manic.
Is this little emperor that A-Tang is raising sick?
The people around him kept their eyes on their noses, their noses on their mouths, and their mouths on their hearts.
They all pretended not to see the confrontation between the two.
I didn't hear the boy use any affectionate but inappropriate terms of address.
"Give Ah Tang back to me!"
"A Tang."
"A Tang."
"..."
The boy's voice was shrill and pitiful as he kept calling out the same name.
Stiff fingertips trembled, trying to grasp something.
They protested by crying and fussing like children.
Han Shu remained silent.
The little emperor looks like this; you'd think he was a wicked mother-in-law who broke up a loving couple.
Seeing that Bu Shaoluan's mental state was obviously not right, Han Shu frowned, hardened his heart, and directly hit the back of the neck.
My mind gradually became foggy, but my heavy eyelids refused to close.
The boy's trembling fingertips froze in mid-air, unable to grasp even half a hem of his beloved's clothes.
Until, they fell into darkness.
Han Shu frowned as he looked at the boy who had collapsed on top of him, and handed him over to Shen Shenwei, who was already waiting on the side.
"Ah Tang's little apprentice, this little emperor is now in your hands."
As he spoke, he pushed the person directly towards Shen Shenwei, who caught it with trepidation.
Han Shu waved his hand and turned to leave.
When he woke up again, it was just before dawn, and the hazy light fell on the young man's bloodless face.
The person keeping watch nearby was delighted to see that Gu Yao had woken up.
"Master, you're awake. I'll go get the doctor."
The servant hurried out the door.
Gu Yao lay down, turning his head to look at the furnishings in the room.
It's not the imperial palace, it's the Shen residence.
He tried to get up, but not a single muscle in his body obeyed his commands.
Gu Yao sighed and could only continue lying in bed like a corpse.