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The Kingdom That Never Sleeps CH 096 The Grand Marshal Of The Military Forces Of The Empire

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Tang Shen stretched out his hands to take the exquisite white jade from Wang Zhen.

Gold and silver have prices, but jade is priceless. Four years ago, Tang Shen had gifted Wang Zhen a rare and exquisite piece of jade, one he had spent considerable effort to find. However, compared to the piece Wang Zhen was now giving him, it paled in comparison.

In his hands, the white jade felt warm to the touch, smooth and delicate. When tilted, a lustrous glow danced on its surface, reminiscent of a tiny white dragon. Although Tang Shen was no jade expert, he could tell this was a superior piece, masterfully crafted. The design depicted “Flowing Clouds of Fortune,” with layers of clouds resembling ruyi, symbolizing longevity and auspiciousness. (TN: ruyi is a Chinese curved decorative object that serves as either a ceremonial scepter in Chinese Buddhism or a talisman symbolizing power and good fortune in Chinese folklore)

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“Senior Brother, this gift is too precious—I hardly dare accept it,” Tang Shen said, feigning hesitation out of politeness.

Wang Zhen replied, “I don’t gift you something this good for every birthday.”

Tang Shen was taken aback. “Ah?”

Wait a moment, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

Normally, wasn’t the expected response, ‘Junior Brother, don’t worry, just accept it’? Why was Wang Zhen changing the script now?

Wang Zhen concealed a smile. “This year is your coming-of-age ceremony.”

The implication was clear: while his previous birthday gifts were good, they weren’t this good. This year was special because it marked his adulthood. Next year, the gifts would return to their usual standard.

Tang Shen: “…”

Tang Shen sighed in mock frustration. “Senior Brother, coming from the wealthy Wang clan of Langya, you’re still so stingy.”

Wang Zhen snapped open his folding fan with a crisp sound and retorted naturally, “I haven’t yet inherited the Wang family estate. Besides, even if I do, Junior Brother, are you hoping to claim a share of the inheritance?”

Tang Shen: “???”

How did we end up talking about this?

Admitting defeat, Tang Shen knew he couldn’t outtalk Wang Zhen. Only occasionally could he play dumb or act childish to brush over things. Resigned, he quickly accepted the jade, lest Wang Zhen find an excuse to take it back and tease him further.

Seeing Tang Shen’s swift action, Wang Zhen found it amusing and endearing, lingering on his Junior Brother with a gentle gaze.

Noticing the stare, Tang Shen asked, “Senior Brother, why are you looking at me like that?”

Wang Zhen replied, “Is Junior Brother in such a hurry to keep the jade because you’re afraid I’ll take it back?”

Tang Shen thought, You already know the answer, so why ask?

With a mock sigh, Wang Zhen added, “To think that’s how you view me. It’s late; I won’t bother you further. I’ll take my leave.” He feigned a hurt expression and turned to leave.

Caught off guard, Tang Shen wasn’t sure if Wang Zhen was genuinely upset or just teasing him again. He couldn’t risk creating a rift, so he quickly grabbed Wang Zhen’s sleeve. Wang Zhen paused, looking at the hand tugging his robe.

Tang Shen said earnestly, “Senior Brother is like a deity to me. You know how much I revere you—please don’t say such things!”

Flattery never failed, and it was the safest move.

As expected, Wang Zhen’s expression softened. He responded meaningfully, “Revere me?”

Tang Shen blurted,”My reverence for you is as endless as the flowing river, as unstoppable as a flood in the Yellow River.”

Wang Zhen froze for a moment, seemingly stunned by the barrage of exaggerated rainbow fart.

After a moment, he chuckled, folding his fan and lightly tapping Tang Shen on the head. The gesture was gentle, like an elder admonishing a child. “Too much is as bad as too little.”

Tang Shen immediately understood—this was a warning to tone down the flattery next time. Overdoing it was not effective.

He nodded. “…Understood.”

Wang Zhen added with a faint smile, “But in the future, you could revere me a bit more—or perhaps not just revere me.”

Tang Shen lifted his head. “Ah?”

Wang Zhen glanced at him, smiled enigmatically, and left without further explanation.

After seeing Wang Zhen off, Tang Shen returned to his study, mulling over those cryptic words.

“Revere you more? Not just revere?” Tang Shen frowned, racking his brain. After a long while, he sighed. “Wang Zifeng, you’re so shameless. What do you mean, ‘not just revere? Do you want me to worship you like a deity?”

On second thought, if he really had a father figure like Wang Zhen, life might indeed be much easier.

Shaking his head to dismiss the thought, Tang Shen’s expression turned serious as he gazed at a corner of his bookshelf. Picking up the oil lamp from his desk, he walked over, straightening the disarrayed books. Behind them, he ran his fingers over the wall, revealing a hidden compartment.

This secret compartment had been custom-made on Tang Shen’s orders. Its mechanism was intricate, taking even Tang Shen several minutes to open.

Inside were stacks of documents and books.

Sitting at his desk, Tang Shen calmly spread out the papers and began reading.

These were intelligence files he had painstakingly collected over the past four years. From the Daily Records of Emperor Kaiping Zhao Fu to less classified dossiers from the Court of Judicial Review, Tang Shen had leveraged his position as a fourth-rank official to access these materials. Over four years, he had pieced together fragments of information related to the crown prince’s coup thirty-one years ago.

Some truths were undeniable—for instance, the crown prince could not have staged the coup. If the crown prince had truly rebelled, only to be killed by Emperor Zhao Fu, his loyal supporters, like Liang Song, would never have willingly sacrificed themselves. The mass suicides of prominent scholars five years ago were a clear message: the coup had a deeper conspiracy!

Tang Shen strongly suspected that the mastermind behind it all was Emperor Kaiping Zhao Fu himself.

But beyond that?

How had Zhao Fu, merely the second prince at the time, orchestrated such a grand scheme to topple the powerful crown prince and the influential Songqing Party?

“Wang Zifeng… did he discover anything?”

Meanwhile, back at the Minister Residence, Wang Zhen set down the books he had brought from Tang Shen’s home. He sat silently, gazing at the stack of books, his thoughts drifting far away.

After a long while, he picked up the miscellaneous book. These books he had already read back in the Tanhua Residence. At a young age, he had always had an eidetic memory, so looking at the contents now, he could recall every single word.

However, he still slowly turned the pages again. Although his gaze remained on the book, his thoughts had flown far away.

After an unknown amount of time, a sigh sounded in the study.

An hour later, Wang Zhen handed a sealed letter to his page boy. “Deliver this to the Wang family in Jinling.”

The page boy hesitated. “Gongzi, it’s late, and the city is under curfew. Should we send it tomorrow?”

“Take the Ministry of Revenue’s clearance letter. Deliver it tonight.”

“Understood.”

On March 14th, Tang Shen departed Shengjing.

This journey to Youzhou was accompanied only by his page boy, Feng Bi. The carriage clattered out of the city gates, heading northwest.

The journey from Shengjing to Youzhou took one and a half days on horseback, but traveling by carriage required five to six days. The carriage was incomparable to modern vehicles and the bumpy dirt roads were nothing like modern paved ones either, leaving Tang Shen sore and exhausted.

That evening, as he wrote a letter home, he added a postscript:

“…The task entrusted to Yao San is of utmost importance. Treat it as a top priority.”

After sealing the letter, Tang Shen stretched, muttering, “This road is not fit for travel!”

It is often said that when officials are exiled to desolate regions, they frequently die far from home, unable to return to their roots. This saying isn’t without merit. Exile itself is already a deeply depressing affair; for many, the emotional burden alone leads to despair, illness, and death. Even those with broad minds and optimistic spirits might not succumb to the idea of exile but could still fall victim to the arduous journey—one akin to facing eighty-one tribulations. It’s not unheard of for weaker individuals to perish before even reaching their posts.

The page boy Feng Bi respectfully remarked, “Gongzi, now that the new official road has been completed, the journey to Youzhou is much smoother.”

Tang Shen let out a sigh.

Indeed, if Zhao Fu hadn’t ordered the construction of this road, the journey to Youzhou would have been even more treacherous.

Six days later, Tang Shen arrived in Youzhou.

It was already March, and Shengjing was full of budding willows and vibrant spring colors. However, in Youzhou City, far in the northwest of the Song Dynasty, the scene remained bleak and cold. The wind carried sand and felt like a scraping knife, stinging the skin sharply. Due to the harsh chill Tang Shen was clad in a thick winter robe as he entered the city quietly.

Tang Shen’s arrival stirred no immediate commotion among the officials, but the news of his presence swiftly reached the Youzhou Prefecture office.

The governor of Youzhou, Ji Zhaosi, was a jinshi from the sixth year of the Kaiping era. The governor of Youzhou was a fourth-rank civil official, but he wasn’t the highest-ranking figure in the city. That distinction belonged to the one and only Grand Marshal of All Military Forces, Grand Preceptor Zhou!

The Song Dynasty had abolished the Three Departments system of the previous era and no longer officially appointed Grand Preceptors. Since the founding of the dynasty, only three individuals had been posthumously honored with the title, granted as a posthumous accolade. However, the Grand Marshal of All Military Forces was different—he was the only living person in over a hundred years to bear the unofficial title of Grand Preceptor.

In the tenth year of the Kaiping era, the Grand Marshal led the army to a decisive victory against the Liao forces, securing a peace treaty between the two nations.

Zhao Fu was overjoyed and personally went out of the capital to greet the Grand Marshal upon his triumphant return. He even vowed that the Grand Marshal would be posthumously conferred the title of Grand Preceptor. Although the Grand Marshal was not yet officially titled as such, it was essentially a foregone conclusion.

While most civil officials in Youzhou held low ranks, its military officials boasted ranks of considerable prestige. However, the Grand Marshal rarely stopped into Youzhou City, as he spent most of his time in the military camp.

Tang Shen arrived at the Youzhou posthouse, where officials had already been waiting to receive him. Just as he settled in, a posthouse officer reported that someone had come to visit him.

Tang Shen was taken aback. When he met the visitor, he quickly stepped forward and offered a salute.

“This lower official greets the General of the Western Expedition.”

Li Jingde, dressed in military attire with a hawk-feathered cap, long boots, and a white cape draped over his shoulders, exuded a valiant air. The only thing slightly distracting was his full beard. Seeing Tang Shen, Li Jingde laughed heartily and said, “Why is Tang daren still so formal with me? No need for such courtesy. I heard the news of your arrival in Youzhou and came straight from the camp to see you. How have you been?”

Tang Shen replied, “Thank you for your concern, General. All is well.”

Li Jingde laughed. “Back in Shengjing, that wasn’t my territory, so I could only trouble you to look after me. Now that you’re in Youzhou, this is my domain. If anything arises, just mention my name. You have nothing to worry about.”

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Tang Shen’s lips twitched slightly. I’m here to oversee the Silver Pull Division, not to commit crimes or wreak havoc—what kind of trouble could I possibly get into?

Though he thought this, he politely responded, “Thank you, General, for your kindness!”

Li Jingde waved his hand in a carefree manner. “Ah, there’s no need for such formality!”

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The Kingdom That Never Sleeps CH 095 I Thought, Senior Brother Must Be A Splendid And Handsome Person

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The banquet had not yet finished when someone from the palace arrived. Zhao Fu had bestowed a wolf-hair brush upon Tang Shen.

In ancient times, it was rare for a man to pass the imperial examination before the age of twenty and receive an official title before his coming-of-age ceremony. Those who passed the imperial examination and caught the emperor’s attention were even rarer. Whenever an official held a coming-of-age ceremony, Zhao Fu would bestow gifts, but the gifts varied.

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During Zhao Fu’s reign, only six officials received this honor in thirty-one years. Three of them were powerful officials favored by the emperor, while the other three held lower positions and took up official posts away from the capital.

Tang Shen received the gift personally bestowed by Zhao Fu. He accepted the brush with both hands and handed some lucky money to the eunuch who delivered the gift.

The eunuch initially pretended to decline but soon accepted it. He smiled and said, “Congratulations to Tang daren. Tang daren is young and promising with a bright future ahead.”

When the moon was at its peak, Tang Shen personally escorted the congratulatory officials out.

As he saw off Fu Wei and Wang Zhen, Tang Shen said, “Tomorrow night, I will host a banquet at home. Sir and Senior Brother must attend.”

Both of them naturally agreed.

In the thirty-first year of the Kaiping era, on the seventh day of the third month, it was Tang Shen’s birthday.

Because Tang Shen was leaving for Youzhou in mid-March to oversee the Silver Pull Division, he stopped attending the court and focused on preparing for his trip. At noon, he hosted a banquet at Xixia Tower for a few of his friends. None of the attendees were high-ranking officials, with the highest-ranking being Yao Shan.

Yao Shan and Tang Shen were both fellow jinshi in the same year’s imperial examination. Four years ago, Yao Shan ranked first in the examination and then went to the palace with Tang Shen to serve as a chamberlain. Two years ago, under the leadership of Left Prime Minister Ji Wengji, Consultant in Policy Affairs of the Chancellery Zhao Jing, and Right Vice Minister of Revenue Qin Si, the Revenue And Expenditure Department was reestablished, becoming the most coveted post among court officials at the time. Yao Shan, who was deeply favored by the emperor, originally held the rank of fifth-rank chamberlain but was assigned to the Revenue And Expenditure Department by Zhao Fu during that period.

At that time, Yao Shan didn’t expect that the Revenue And Expenditure Department would end up like that. He and Tang Shen’s friend, Mei Shengze, went to the Revenue And Expenditure Department together, but no one expected that it would take a sharp turn for the worse within a year. The Revenue And Expenditure Department was abolished by the emperor, and Zhao Jing and Qin Si were demoted. Minor officials like them also had a hard time.

Mei Shengze was demoted to a county magistrate of Guinan last year and had temporarily lost touch with Tang Shen.

Yao Shan was lucky, though. He had served as a chamberlain for two years and was not demoted despite being scolded by Zhao Fu. Instead, he was transferred to a fourth-rank Senior Official of Consultative Affairs, but his actual power and influence were far less than Tang Shen’s.

However, Yao Shan had already made peace with his situation.

Life is full of hardships, but being able to stay in the capital is already a blessing.

At the banquet, Yao Shan drank some wine and said to Tang Shen, “Jing Ze, be careful on your trip to Youzhou. The Silver Pull Division is like the Revenue And Expenditure Department’s successor, and its waters are deep. Although I don’t know what kind of twists and turns it has, Youzhou is a city between the Song and Liao States, where fish and dragons coexist. The Silver Pull Division is responsible for military supplies, so it must be dangerous. Be careful.”

Tang Shen was moved by Yao Shan’s concern and said, “Thank you, Brother Wen Ji for your concern. This time at Youzhou, Jing Ze will be very cautious.”

Yao Shan then said with lingering fear, “The incident with the Revenue And Expenditure Department has made me more cautious about the dark currents in officialdom. The higher you stand, the colder it gets. Looking down, every step is treacherous.”

Tang Shen said, “Youzhou is indeed full of dangers, but luckily, the Silver Pull Division is under my senior brother Wang Zifeng’s supervision, so it should be safe.”

Yao Shan suddenly remembered, “Ah, yes! I forgot that Wang daren is your senior brother and that he is in charge of the Silver Pull Division.”

Tang Shen smiled without saying anything.

Yao Shan’s eyes turned green with envy.

“Alas! I’m not even close! Jing Ze, wait until you return from Youzhou and let’s have a few cups together to alleviate my bitter feelings. Do you smell the sourness I am emanating? I’m really envious!”

Tang Shen laughed loudly: “It’s settled then!”

At noon, he entertained his friends. In the evening, Tang Shen hosted a banquet at home for Wang Zhen and Fu Wei.

The three men raised their cups together and chatted as they ate. Fu Wei occasionally laughed loudly and boasted about his painting skills. He praised his own painting as if it were alive and vivid.

Tang Shen initially believed him at first but thought to himself that his teacher was known as the Master of Insignificant Talent, and his calligraphy was indeed one of Song Dynasty’s best works… but he couldn’t help but wonder how Fu Wei could create such an excellent painting today? But he turned his head and his eyes met Wang Zhen’s.

Only to see Wang Zhen’s clear eyes full of playful teasing and laughter. He didn’t say anything but quietly ate his food while listening to Fu Wei bragging on the side.

Tang Shen suddenly realized that his teacher and he were similar in that they were both good at flattery. The only difference was that Tang Shen flattered others, while Fu Wei flattered himself!

Alright, this painting must not be very good and definitely lives up to his teacher’s usual standards.

After finishing their meal, the Fu Residence was a bit far from Tanhua Residence, so Fu Wei left first while Wang Zhen stayed behind.

After Aunt Yao cleared the dishes from the table, Tang Shen and Wang Zhen walked in the courtyard.

The Tanhua Residence was not big, just a three-courtyard residence with an east wing connected on the right side. The garden in the manor was in the northwest corner and had a small pond with a grove of bamboo surrounding it. It was March, early spring, and the evening breeze on their faces felt refreshing, rather than cold.

Walking along the edge of the pond, Tang Shen said, “Senior Brother personally chose this manor for me as the Tanhua Residence, but this is your first time seeing it, right?”

Wang Zhen replied, “If you mean completely walking through this manor, then yes, it’s the first time.”

“I quite like this bamboo grove.” Tang Shen stopped by the bamboo grove and turned to look at Wang Zhen, saying, “Bamboo symbolizes a noble gentleman. It’s spring, and there’s no floral fragrance yet. The study is located nearby, making it the most secluded spot.”

The two of them soon entered Tang Shen’s study.

It wasn’t Wang Zhen’s first time at the Tanhua Residence, but it was his first time entering Tang Shen’s study.

Tang Shen personally went to the kitchen to pour tea for Wang Zhen. Before leaving, he said, “Senior Brother, feel free to look around. My collection of books at home may not be as vast as yours, but there are still quite a few.”

A few moments later, Tang Shen returned with a tea tray. As he entered the room, he saw Wang Zhen standing by the corner of the bookshelf, examining some books on tea art. Tang Shen was startled but quickly composed himself, hiding any trace of abnormality. He placed the tea tray on the table and smiled, saying, “Are you thirsty, Senior Brother? Would you like some tea? It’s the Biluochun brought from Gusu by my cousin.”

Wang Zhen put down the book and took a sip of tea.

“Senior Brother, were you looking at books on tea art just now?” Tang Shen asked.

Wang Zhen glanced at the book he had just placed back on the shelf, his lips curled slightly. “Yes, little Junior Brother, you do have some books here that I don’t have at home. Could you lend me some to take home?”

“Of course,” Tang Shen said, taking out several books on tea art for Wang Zhen. After taking those books down, he inadvertently caused the other books on the side to fall over, blocking the gap left by the missing ones. Tang Shen discreetly rearranged the books, ensuring that they completely covered the gap. He smiled at Wang Zhen and asked, “Is there anything else Senior Brother would like to see?”

Wang Zhen seemed to have not noticed Tang Shen’s subtle movements. He replied, “I seemed to have seen a book on supernatural fiction from a previous dynasty moments ago.”

Tang Shen was surprised, “Senior Brother, you also like reading supernatural fiction?”

Wang Zhen asked in return, “Isn’t it little Junior Brother who likes it, since you have a copy in your collection?”

Tang Shen replied, “I just happened to come across it and found the title intriguing, so I bought it to read.”

“Then I am also the same.”

Tang Shen knew he couldn’t compete with Wang Zhen in eloquence. He packed up the books and the two sat on the couch in the study, reminiscing about the past.

Tang Shen spoke for the first time about the painting he saw at thirteen years old, which was painted by Fu Wei and inscribed by Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen revealed a surprised expression, “There is actually such a thing?”

Seeing the surprise on his senior brother’s face, Tang Shen felt elated. It was quite an accomplishment to surprise Wang Zhen. He proudly said, “Yes. Back then, I didn’t know the Master of Insignificant Talent was Sir. When I saw Senior Brother’s calligraphy, I remembered the name Wang Zifeng. At the time, I even wondered what Senior Brother’s name was.”

Zi Feng is Wang Zhen’s courtesy name, while Zhen is his given name.

Generally speaking, the courtesy names of ancient people either had meanings, conveyed the hopes of their elders, or were related to their given names.

For example, Confucius was named Qiu and his courtesy name was Zhongni. Zhong means second, and Confucius was second in birth order in his family, so his courtesy name was Zhongni. Another example is Qu Yuan, whose courtesy name was Guangping. The area of Guangping represents a plain, so that’s how his courtesy name is related to his given name.

Wang Zhen’s courtesy name was Zi Feng, and when Tang Shen was thirteen, he secretly pondered, with “Zi” being a term of endearment without an actual meaning, and Wang Zhen’s real courtesy name being “Feng.”

“Feng” means lush, abundant, splendid, and beautiful.

Does this mean that Wang Zhen was exceptionally good-looking, so he was given the courtesy name “Feng”?

As it turned out, when Tang Shen first saw Wang Zhen, he was indeed briefly stunned by his senior brother’s appearance. But Tang Shen always felt that there was more to it than just looks.

Wang Zhen playfully said, “What do you think?”

Tang Shen instinctively started flattering, “I thought, Senior Brother must be a splendid and handsome person, which is why you were given the courtesy name ‘Zi Feng.'”

Wang Zhen replied, “That’s not entirely wrong.”

Tang Shen, “…”

You’re not very modest.

“Little Junior Brother once mentioned that you guessed at my name, Wang Zhen, with the character ‘Zhen’ taken from the Book of Songs, ‘Qin Wei.’ Qin and Wei are rivers with abundant water sources. The year I was born, my father went alone to Jiezhou for his official appointment, and the Qin River passed through Jiezhou. That year, the Qin River was full but not flooding, leading to a bountiful harvest in both places, and my father’s governance in Jiezhou was recognized, earning him the emperor’s reward. Coincidentally, I was also born around the same time, and a letter from the Langya Wang family was sent to Jiezhou, so my father chose a name for me, ‘Zhen.'”

Wang Zhen recited that poem, “‘Rivers Qin and Wei flow freely.’ So when I came of age, I was given the courtesy name ‘Feng.’ May the Qin River flow abundantly every year, bringing blessings to all.”

Everyone enjoys hearing stories, and Wang Zhen’s storytelling was captivating, leaving Tang Shen thoroughly engrossed.

Tang Shen said, “I didn’t expect such a profound origin behind Senior Brother’s name.”

Wang Zhen replied, “Remember when little Junior Brother once recited the poem ‘Qin Wei’ to me?”

Upon hearing this, Tang Shen sensed something was amiss.

What did he mean by me reciting ‘Qin Wei’ to you?

‘Qin Wei’ was a famous love poem from the Book of Songs, typically recited to express romantic feelings! It’s true that four years ago, he did recite this poem to Wang Zhen because it matched his name, but he never intended it as a confession of feelings.

But what Wang Zhen said wasn’t entirely wrong.

Tang Shen awkwardly said, “…I did indeed recite that poem to Senior Brother.”

“That was on my birthday, and little Junior Brother gifted me a jade pendant and a fragrant pouch.”

Tang Shen raised his head, “En?”

The flickering candlelight reflected off Wang Zhen’s clear and elegant face, his faint smile melting like ice on a tall mountain, revealing a hint of a smile. With a slight movement of his fingers, Tang Shen felt a flash before his eyes and focused on Wang Zhen’s right hand.

In the dim candlelight, Wang Zhen slightly raised his hand, and a tassel slipped from his slender and elegant fingers, with a pure white translucent jade tied to its end.

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The beauty of the jade was astonishing, as the dim candlelight failed to hide its delicate warmth. It swayed gently, each movement causing a layer of radiant gleam to flicker across the surface. Although Tang Shen had seen many exquisite jewels and jades, he couldn’t help but stare for a long time. Subconsciously, he began to estimate its value…

Just how much gold was that worth!

On this spring night, Wang Zhen’s gentle voice sounded, “A gift for your twentieth birthday, little Junior Brother.”

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Top Dupe CH 095 Gu Xiaowei: I Saw It

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Killing all other heirs aside from herself was too difficult; it would be much easier to eliminate Wen Yuchi from the list and slip away.

She cast a glance at the man on her left, her nominal cousin Zhuang Chao. There was a deep scar running from the corner of his right eye down to his chin, a mark supposedly obtained during a prison fight, inflicted by a plastic fork. He had the look of someone dangerous and ruthless.

On her right was her other so-called cousin, Ding Bing, wearing a knitted hat. His bald head could be seen beneath it, suggesting his hair had already fallen out. At first, he had the friendly and approachable attitude of “we’re all family here,” but in a quick moment, he had knocked Qin Lin down.

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The reason? Qin Lin was the only outsider in their group and had insisted on waiting on the island for police rescue. However, Ding Bing didn’t believe they would survive long enough for the police to arrive. The immediate priority was to locate Wen Yuchi and Lu Pingfeng and secure the antidote from them.

Currently, Qin Lin was tied up and dumped in a tent, unable to move.

Ding Bing hadn’t killed Qin Lin for two reasons: first, it wasn’t time to spill blood yet; second, he wanted to find out whether the secretary’s presence in their game was intentional. Qin Lin had always served as Zhuang Jie’s agent. It was possible that Qin Lin was acting as a “proctor” of sorts, responsible for delivering the message to old man Zhuang’s men to send rescue in the end.

According to their understanding, Lu Pingfeng, Wen Yuchi, and Lu Pingfeng’s driver had three antidotes among them. After allying themselves, they had expelled Zhuang He from their group.

“I thought that a painter and a forensic doctor would be easy targets, like sending their heads to us on a platter. But unexpectedly, they managed to kill Zhuang He.” Zhuang Feifei raised a branch and poked at the campfire.

“We can’t waste any more time. We need to act quickly, or we’ll suffer the same fate as the driver who brought us here,” Ding Bing said, picking up his gun and adjusting his knitted hat.

At that moment, footsteps came from the distance. The three raised their guns instinctively.

When they looked again, they saw Zhuang He. He froze as soon as he saw three guns pointed at him, nearly stumbling.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! It’s me!”

“You? Really?” Zhuang Feifei frowned as she stepped forward. “You screamed so loudly earlier; we thought you were dead. Did you manage to handle those two alone?”

“No! No! Those two are strong!”

Ding Bing pressed further, “Does that painter know that killing the forensic doctor would prompt old man Zhuang to send a helicopter to rescue him?”

“Yes, but they’re allies!”

“Allies? And the antidote?”

“They know about the antidote and invited you all to the hunting lodge to ‘discuss’ it.”

“Discuss? How naive. They don’t realize how crazy old man Zhuang can be,” Ding Bing sneered.

Zhuang Chao, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke, “They might be trying to lure us to the hunting lodge to capture us all in one sweep.”

Zhuang Feifei agreed, “Exactly. Wen Yuchi isn’t afraid of us killing him? Lu Pingfeng is quite the enigma—he chooses to stay with Wen Yuchi instead of taking an easier route.”

“Maybe his conditions for survival are different from ours,” Ding Bing said.

Zhuang He added, “They know you’re worried it’s a trap, so they hid the antidote in another location. They said, whether you believe it or not, Lu Pingfeng and Wen Yuchi are waiting for you at the hunting lodge. If you agree to go, you can negotiate calmly. If not, you can wait for 24 hours to see if the poison takes effect.”

The three fell into silence.

After Zhuang He finished speaking, he turned to leave.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“To the hunting lodge. Since the antidote is with them, I might as well stay near them,” Zhuang He said, preparing to leave.

Ding Bing raised his gun and pressed it against Zhuang He’s back.

“We don’t think it’s that simple. You walk in front. If you make any sudden moves, we’ll shoot you.”

Zhuang He swallowed, raising his hands, “Watch it! Don’t shoot by accident!”

“You have a handgun, right? Where is it?” Zhuang Feifei asked.

“Lu Pingfeng took it,” Zhuang He admitted.

Hearing this, the three exchanged glances. This confirmed that Lu Pingfeng wasn’t defenseless—he could be a threat.

“We’re leaving. What about Qin Lin?” Zhuang Feifei glanced at the tent.

“Leave him there. Otherwise, who here would volunteer to stay behind and watch him?” Ding Bing said with a sarcastic smile.

After all, there were only three antidotes, and if Lu Pingfeng really intended to meet with them at the hunting lodge, the one left behind to guard Qin Lin would lose their chance to get the antidote.

“Pack up the food and weapons. Leave everything else behind,” Ding Bing ordered.

They quickly extinguished the campfire and departed with Zhuang He.

Five or six minutes later, Wen Yuchi and Lu Pingfeng, who had been lying in ambush, quietly approached the tent. They opened it to find Qin Lin tied up inside.

Wen Yuchi took out a dagger and cut through the ropes binding Qin Lin.

Qin Lin’s limbs were stiff from being tied for too long, and he couldn’t move.

Wen Yuchi knew there was no time to delay. If Zhuang Feifei and the others weren’t foolish, they would soon realize this was a diversion.

Wen Yuchi dragged Qin Lin out of the tent. His eyes landed on a first aid kit nearby. He smirked. Clearly, Ding Bing and the rest prioritized weapons and food over first aid supplies—a sign of their weaker survival instincts.

Wen Yuchi reached out his hand, dragging the first aid kit toward him and placing it on Qin Lin as he dragged them out together.

Lu Pingfeng was lying in wait nearby, his gun pointed at the opposite side of the tent. If Zhuang Feifei and the rest returned, Lu Pingfeng would provide them with cover.

When Wen Yuchi had dragged Qin Lin completely out, he stepped onto a stone and twisted his ankle. He bit his lip, forcing himself not to make a sound.

As soon as he managed to drag Qin Lin to Lu Pingfeng’s side, Lu Pingfeng stretched his arm and grabbed Wen Yuchi’s ankle.

“You okay?” Lu Pingfeng’s deep voice sounded.

“I’m fine,” Wen Yuchi shook his head.

Tonight’s scenes had come to an end.

The moonlight shone brightly on the rocks and the stream in the mountains, and the temperature was continuing to drop. One of the crew members suddenly sneezed.

The rest of the crew became nervous, because the scene where Wen Yuchi twisted his ankle hadn’t been in the script. It seemed that Luo Yu had really lost his footing. Fortunately, Gu Xiaowei’s reaction had been quick, saving the situation by smoothening things over. The scene didn’t feel out of place, as though it was just an additional moment to enhance the audience’s sense of tension, suggesting that Qin Lin was too heavy and caused Wen Yuchi to twist his ankle while dragging him.

The director picked up the megaphone and called out, “Tonight’s scenes went really well! Everyone prepare yourselves—we’ll finish the reshoots in one go and get home earlier to rest!”

Nie Yangchen, who played Qin Lin, climbed to his feet and reached out to help Luo Yu.

“You’ve worked hard. I must be pretty heavy.”

Luo Yu smiled, but just as he was about to take his hand, Gu Xiaowei grabbed his arm from the other side and pulled him up.

“You are pretty heavy. You’re very suited to playing a corpse,” Gu Xiaowei said.

Nie Yangchen awkwardly withdrew his hand. “Alright, I’m clearly unnecessary here. I’ll just go drink some water.”

When Nie Yangchen walked away, Gu Xiaowei lowered his head and looked at Luo Yu’s injured ankle. “Did you really twist it just now? Does it hurt?”

Luo Yu sighed and patted Gu Xiaowei on the shoulder, “Your observational skills are still so sharp, Teacher Gu!”

“You still haven’t answered my question—did you twist your ankle?”

“It’s fine.” Luo Yu took a couple of steps forward and then returned. “Look, it’s fine.”

Luo Yu prayed that Gu Xiaowei wouldn’t make him move around again, as he really had twisted his ankle. 

But he didn’t think it was serious; resting for a bit would likely alleviate the pain. Admitting it could turn a minor issue into a major one and delay shooting.

But, to his dismay, Gu Xiaowei squatted down and tugged at Luo Yu’s pants, pulling his socks down to reveal his swollen ankle.

“This is fine?”

“Well… it’s not a huge deal. A bit of ointment and it’ll be okay. Plus, I twisted my ankle—not my face—so there’s no need to make the crew overly nervous. At least let’s finish today’s reshoots, alright?” Luo Yu pleaded, trying to convince him with a calm tone.

“En,” Gu Xiaowei’s expression darkened.

Fortunately, they would start reshooting with close-ups of Zhuang Feifei and the other two by the campfire, so Luo Yu still had time to ease the pain in his ankle.

Gu Xiaowei called Luo Yu to a quieter spot during this break.

“I’m fine, Gu Xiaowei, you really don’t need to—”

Before Luo Yu could finish, Gu Xiaowei suddenly lifted him up. For a moment, Luo Yu’s mind went blank.

—Was his weight lighter? Why did Gu Xiaowei lift him again?

Luo Yu was placed onto a raised rock. He didn’t sit steady, swaying slightly, and grabbed Gu Xiaowei’s shoulder for support.

Gu Xiaowei’s face was cold and stoic as always. He lowered his head and removed Luo Yu’s shoe, pulling his sock down further. He took out a spray from his pocket and applied it to Luo Yu’s swollen ankle.

The cool sensation eased Luo Yu’s pain, and the air was filled with the light scent of the spray.

Gu Xiaowei’s appearance at this moment felt different. His long, graceful lashes cast shadows on his cheekbones, and even when dappled by the moving shadows of the trees overhead he only looked more tempting.

Luo Yu instinctively reached out and touched his eye.

Gu Xiaowei’s eyelids lifted, his long eyelashes brushing against Luo Yu’s finger. A strange, ticklish sensation built up inside him.

“What are you doing?” Gu Xiaowei asked.

“Nothing… I thought there was something on your eye, but it was just a shadow,” Luo Yu laughed, quickly recovering his composure.

He made use of his acting skills again.

Gu Xiaowei pulled Luo Yu’s sock back on and began putting his shoe back on for him. Luo Yu hastily grabbed his own shoe. “I’ll do it myself! I’ll do it myself!”

But Gu Xiaowei stepped back, and the rock Luo Yu was sitting on was round and unstable. Luo Yu had no choice but to steady himself by grabbing Gu Xiaowei again.

“Didn’t you just say you’d do it yourself?”

“Don’t go! I’ll do it myself!” Luo Yu struggled, trying to pull his shoe on.

After much back and forth, Gu Xiaowei eventually reached out to help secure the strap on his shoe and tied the laces.

Once his shoe was on, Luo Yu hesitated before asking, “You really have a lot of strength, don’t you? Could you help me back down?”

“You’re clearly afraid you’ll twist your ankle again when jumping down.” Gu Xiaowei held onto Luo Yu’s waist, and before Luo Yu could say anything, he had already lowered him back down.

“You’re really inhuman…” Luo Yu muttered, cautiously walking on the ground.

“Then do be a human, alright? During the reshoots, pace yourself,” Gu Xiaowei replied.

Luo Yu gave him an OK gesture.

Today’s night shoot lasted until about 4:00 a.m. After the sun began to rise, Sheng Yunlan finally announced that everyone could return to rest.

Because the following days were scheduled for night shoots, moving equipment up and down wasn’t convenient. Thus, everything was moved into the hunting lodge for storage, and staff were assigned to take turns keeping watch.

Gu Xiaowei and Luo Yu could finally head down the mountain and rest.

Luo Yu walked ahead, with Gu Xiaowei following behind.

The descent featured stone steps—not very steep. Luo Yu could tell from the shadow he cast in front that Gu Xiaowei always stayed right behind him, and his arm would occasionally lift, as though preparing to catch him.

He was very nervous about him.

This gave Luo Yu a mischievous thought. As he deliberately swayed upon his next step, sure enough, a hand came from behind to grip his elbow, steadying his balance.

“Thank you!” Luo Yu smiled.

It seemed that proving his importance to Gu Xiaowei put Luo Yu in a genuinely good mood.

“If you can’t walk properly again, I’ll carry you down,” Gu Xiaowei said, glancing over.

Luo Yu immediately felt guilty.

“Teacher Gu, you’re overthinking. I’m walking fine—very fine.”

Had he acted unnaturally just now? Why did it feel like Gu Xiaowei had already noticed his intentions?

The car took them from the foot of Jing Mountain back toward the vacation resort, bypassing Jing Lake.

At first, a tired Luo Yu leaned against the seat, almost ready to fall asleep. However, light flickered across his eyes. He sat up.

The morning light was rising, reflecting off Jing Lake, resembling a massive blue mirror. Luo Yu stared at it, awed.

“This lake is so beautiful,” Luo Yu murmured.

“But the lake is pretty deep. The resort wants to develop a diving program here. I heard there are sunken boats at the bottom,” Gu Xiaowei said.

“Oh,” Luo Yu said, leaning toward Gu Xiaowei in an attempt to look out the window.

Usually, those seated by the window would lean back or adjust their seat, allowing space for others to look outside. But Gu Xiaowei remained still. Luo Yu’s shoulder pressed against his chest, but Gu Xiaowei didn’t move away.

The wind picked up a leaf that smacked against Luo Yu’s forehead with a crisp sound.

Before Luo Yu could react, Gu Xiaowei reached out and plucked it off, casually tossing it back outside.

Luo Yu smiled. The morning light hit his nose. This quiet, thoughtful observation of a person felt nostalgic—he hadn’t experienced this since elementary school.

Only Gu Xiaowei made him feel as though he could freely indulge in his youth without restraint.

Luo Yu continued to look outside energetically, staying close to Gu Xiaowei until the car drove into the resort area. Rose bushes were in full bloom, occupying his view once again. He leaned back into his seat, feeling a bit visually fatigued.

As they entered the villa, breakfast was already delivered. Everyone was hungry after an entire night and ate ravenously.

“Xiao Qin, did we prepare any medications for sprains or injuries?” Gu Xiaowei asked.

“We brought them! Sprays, ointments, gels—everything,” Xiao Qin said with half a bite of her breakfast, looking nervously at them.

Gu Xiaowei gestured toward Luo Yu with his chin.

Sure enough, Ye Shengyi exclaimed:

“Brother Luo! You’re injured? How did you get hurt? Why didn’t I notice? Where did you get hurt?”

Luo Yu felt a headache and quickly reassured them, “I’m fine, just a sprain. But I can still walk down the mountain, so it’s not serious. Based on experience, I’ll be fine after a good rest—ready to walk, run, and maybe even play basketball again soon…”

“You still want to play basketball?” Gu Xiaowei asked.

“No, no, it’s just a metaphor. I’ll let my ankle rest and get the swelling down.”

After breakfast, everyone went to wash up, exhausted from the previous night and ready to rest.

As Luo Yu grabbed his waterproof toiletry bag to enter the bathroom, Gu Xiaowei stood at the door and asked, “Do you want me to accompany you?”

“Huh?” Luo Yu didn’t immediately react.

“I said, do you want me to watch over you while you shower?” Gu Xiaowei said in a very serious tone.

This made Luo Yu feel like he wasn’t very serious.

“No, no, no! No need! I haven’t reached the point of not being able to stand yet!”

If Gu Xiaowei watched him, he would definitely be standing even less steady.

“Okay, then. Don’t lock the bathroom door. If anything happens, I can come in to help you,” Gu Xiaowei said.

“I got it. Teacher Gu, don’t worry too much.”

After this, Luo Yu closed the bathroom door and locked it habitually.

“Click,” the lock sounded, and Gu Xiaowei’s voice came from outside, “Don’t lock it.”

“Fine, fine, fine! I won’t lock it!”

Luo Yu quickly unlocked the door.

Hot water poured over him, the exhaustion of the previous night washing away as he stood motionless.

It felt so good.

After a while, Luo Yu almost fell asleep standing up. He suddenly remembered that Gu Xiaowei was likely waiting to use the bathroom and reached for the shampoo.

But as soon as his foot moved, it gave way, and he slipped and fell, landing with a loud splash.

“Ah, damn!” Luo Yu muttered, feeling pain all over.

The bathroom door immediately swung open, cold air cutting through the steamy mist. Gu Xiaowei was quickly coming toward him.

“What the hell—”

Luo Yu hurriedly tried to grab a bath towel and wrap himself, but only managed to pull a bottle of shower gel instead. His efforts caused him to slip again.

“You okay?” Gu Xiaowei asked, kneeling beside him.

His voice cut through the mist. Luo Yu instinctively tried to curl up, only for Gu Xiaowei to sigh as he looked away.

“I originally wasn’t going to think about anything.”

What does “originally wasn’t going to think about anything” mean? Luo Yu’s mind buzzed with confusion.

Then what was he thinking now?

Luo Yu felt even more embarrassed,  and increased his efforts to cover himself.

“Senior Brother, don’t you know that the more you try to hide things, the more people are curious?”

Gu Xiaowei’s face was turned to the side, his handsome face flushing a light pink.

“Then you should leave!”

“If I leave, can you get up on your own?” Gu Xiaowei asked, turning his head back around and staring into his eyes.

Luo Yu hesitated. He’d wanted to insist he could stand, but two outcomes seemed possible: Gu Xiaowei would watch and see if he really could, or he would slip again. The pain in his ankle seemed to have worsened with all the slip and slide.

“How about getting me a pair of pants instead?” Luo Yu requested carefully.

Gu Xiaowei closed his eyes and sighed again.

“I thought you would say you wanted me to close my eyes and help you out of here,” he said.

“Then we’d both end up falling together. Before it was just one person with a limp, now it’ll be two.”

Gu Xiaowei grabbed a bath towel from the rack and threw it over Luo Yu’s head.

“What are you covering my face for?” Luo Yu protested.

“Didn’t you think you lost face? Where else would you cover?”

“You…” Luo Yu yanked the towel off his face, his face undoubtedly redder than a tomato.

Before he could protest again, Gu Xiaowei had already lifted him from the ground, carrying him out of the bathroom.

Luo Yu was shocked.

“Don’t carry me! What if you slip?!”

“My shoes are more slip-resistant than yours.”

Gu Xiaowei turned to the side, easily carrying Luo Yu out of the bathroom.

Luo Yu nervously glanced downstairs, terrified that someone might witness this scene and his reputation would be done for. Thankfully, Xiao Qin and Xiao Yezi were both exhausted and no one was active in the living room.

Gu Xiaowei reached Luo Yu’s bedroom door. Luo Yu turned the doorknob, but Gu Xiaowei shifted to the side and carried him inside. He knelt on the edge of the bed, gently placing Luo Yu down.

Luo Yu let out a deep breath and, as he looked up, found Gu Xiaowei watching him.

“Stop looking! I have what you have!” Luo Yu quickly reached for the blanket, but as he moved, his bath towel slipped, the cold air prickling his back. He hastily pulled the blanket over himself.

“Your bath towel came loose just now,” Gu Xiaowei remarked.

“I know! Don’t keep repeating it!” Luo Yu felt a buzzing in his head that was only growing louder.

“So I saw it,” Gu Xiaowei said.

“I already said we have the same anatomy, didn’t I?”

“What I’m saying is, everything that can be seen and everything that can’t has already been seen. You can just give up.” Gu Xiaowei’s expression held no trace of jest.

Was this guy serious? What did “giving up” even mean?

Before Luo Yu could dwell further on it, Gu Xiaowei turned back toward the bathroom, retrieving Luo Yu’s waterproof toiletry bag and placing it on his nightstand.

“…Thanks.”

Gu Xiaowei didn’t respond, his expression cold as he left the room.

But for some reason, Luo Yu felt his presence lingering, his aura wrapping around the space, seeping into his skin and mixing with his bloodstream. His heart would pound, sending shivers of tingling sensations through him.

He had just finished getting dressed when the door opened again. Gu Xiaowei had returned with ointment in hand.

Luo Yu instinctively dove deeper into the blanket, and Gu Xiaowei sighed in exasperation.

“You forgot we went swimming together. I’ve seen your shoulders, your abs, your legs. As for what you didn’t want me to see too clearly, well… that was your mistake earlier.”

“I… I also wanted to have… a bit of mystery…”

“But the more you care about me seeing, the more I want to see.”

Gu Xiaowei’s voice was low and calm, meant not to scare Luo Yu, but its certainty made his heart race even faster.

His hand slipped under the blanket. Luo Yu instinctively tried to pull away, but Gu Xiaowei’s fingers grasped his ankle, firm yet gentle, pulling it out.

“Let’s check your ankle to see how the injury is,” Gu Xiaowei said softly.

“Oh.”

Luo Yu exhaled, propping himself up. As Gu Xiaowei supported his heel and moved it slowly, that uneasy, heart-thudding sensation returned.

He held his breath, gripping the blanket tightly, uncertain whether he was afraid of Gu Xiaowei discovering something or simply the sensation itself.

“Does it hurt?” Gu Xiaowei’s voice was quiet but deep, resonating deeply with Luo Yu’s heart.

“It’s fine…” Luo Yu tried moving his foot a little. “I don’t think I hurt my ankle.”

Gu Xiaowei applied the medication and wrapped his ankle in a thick gel wrap. Luo Yu thought Gu Xiaowei would let go of his foot, but he brought it closer into his embrace.

“Rest well tonight and don’t move too much,” Gu Xiaowei said.

“Of course.”

“Tomorrow’s scene—you need to be careful. If it gets worse, I’ll go with you to the director. Missing one or two nights isn’t that important.”

“En, thanks.”

When Gu Xiaowei placed his foot back under the blanket, Luo Yu suddenly found himself longing for his warmth.

“Hey!” Luo Yu called out to him.

“En?”

“Look at me, I’ve got a limp now. Teacher Gu, can you stay with me tonight? What if I need to use the bathroom and fall again…?”

He knew that if he wanted something, he would have to be proactive about it.

Gu Xiaowei didn’t seem to mind touching his foot at all, and Luo Yu figured he should take advantage of the moment.

“Alright, I’ll take a shower first and come back.”

Gu Xiaowei left right after saying that.

Luo Yu rubbed his nose, his heart suddenly pounding.

Why did that “take a shower and come back” sound a little… strange?

That night, Luo Yu relied on his injured ankle to have the opportunity to share a bed with Gu Xiaowei once again.

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Gu Xiaowei turned off the lights. At first, he was lying with his back to Luo Yu. But not long after, they both turned over, finding that they were awake and staring at each other.

“What are you thinking about?” Gu Xiaowei asked.

Thinking about you, but if I said it out loud, would you fight me?

“I forgot to check Weibo. I wonder if the ratings for ‘Counterattack’ have dropped,” Luo Yu casually offered as an excuse.

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These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 056 After Eating

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This third time lasted too long. Lei Jin’s back could barely lean against the shore. As Xiya slowly pulled out without interruption, only to push in again hard, the rough sand rubbed the skin on his back. It hurt, but a low moan escaped from his mouth involuntarily.

Finally, Xiya clasped Lei Jin’s thin waist and pressed down hard, speeding up the thrusts, reaching an unprecedented depth. The spring water vibrated around them, and the water patterns spread out layer by layer. Lei Jin gasped in shock as hot liquid filled his insides, and at the same time his own member also came, white release flowing down Xiya’s belly to the place where the two were connected.

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The intense breathing slowly subsided, and the surroundings returned to calm.

Lei Jin turned his head to avoid Xiya’s kiss. His body was hot, but his heart had already cooled down.

“Put me down, Xiya.” Lei Jin’s voice was still hoarse, but it didn’t hinder the coldness and alienation in his voice at all.

Xiya knew the consequences of doing it, but he still did it after enduring it for so many days. He didn’t regret it, but it was true that he took advantage of other and forced Lei Jin.

He grabbed Lei Jin’s waist, pulling himself out. Lei Jin frowned at the slightly sticky feeling. White liquid flowed out and was quickly washed away by water.

“I’m sorry.” He owed an apology to Lei Jin.

Lei Jin closed his eyes and let Xiya carry him out of the water, dry his body, and put on his clothes again, cooperating the whole time but never looking at him.

“Can you walk?” Xiya asked. Seeing that he insisted on getting out of his arms, he had no choice but to comply with his wishes.

As soon as Lei Jin’s feet touched the ground, tearing pain came from his back. He clenched his teeth reflexively, but they touched his lips. The sweet and metallic taste spread in his mouth, and a few drops slid down the corners of his lips.

“What’s wrong with your lip?” Xiya was about to touch the corner of his mouth, but under Lei Jin’s cold and insubstantial gaze, his hand stopped in mid-air, unable to move another inch closer.

“I know it was my fault this time. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of your inconvenience when the medicine was taking effect…” Xiya thought Lei Jin would be angry, but he didn’t expect that Lei Jin didn’t even want to say anything to him.

At this time, Lei Jin turned his head away, making it clear that the conversation was over and he didn’t want to hear any more words.

“Anyway, let’s get some rest today. You’re tired.” Now that Lei Jin was completely offended, Xiya simply broke the jar and threw it. He was not afraid of offending Lei Jin again, so he bent down and lifted Lei Jin, holding him horizontally in his arms, and walked towards the door.

Lei Jin struggled for a while to no avail, and stopped moving. He just straightened his body and kept some distance away from Xiya’s chest.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow if there is anything. Go to sleep now.” Xiya laid out the blanket, flattened the pillow, brought Lei Jin over, and reached out to unbutton Lei Jin’s shirt.

“No need.” After Lei Jin uttered these words coldly, he fell silent again.

Xiya knew that it was impossible to share the same bed tonight, so he pulled the blanket over Lei Jin, and then quietly went out and closed the door.

After all, he was still worried, so Xiya pulled a stool over and prepared to keep vigil outside the door.

After such a thing happened, how could Xiya fall asleep? He sat outside the door and thought about many things in the past. What he thought about the most was the days when Lei Jin came into their lives.

Just as he was thinking about Lei Jin’s desperate arrow to save Moya, he couldn’t help but wonder if it were him, would Lei Jin still be so unhesitant, when he heard a shout from inside the room.

Xiya immediately opened the door and came in, only to see Lei Jin sleeping deeply without changing his position. Xiya knew that it was difficult for Lei Jin to turn over at night since he could not move his arms. In the past, when the two of them shared a bed, he would wake up and turn Lei Jin over several times at night. But he forgot about it tonight, it was really his negligence.

Thinking of this, Xiya carefully held Lei Jin by the neck and waist and helped him turn over. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his face for a long time, and then went out again.

Behind him, Lei Jin slowly opened his eyes, his eyes clear and without any hint of sleepiness.

Unless he was particularly tired, he always slept very lightly. How could he not know that Xiya helped him turn over at night. But now was not the time to talk about this. He just had a dream, dreaming that something happened to Moya, and he woke up with a fright and couldn’t sleep again. He could no longer remember the content of the dream, but the panic he felt at that moment could not be brushed away.

Was he thinking too much or did something really happen to Moya? These days, he told himself not to think about everything regarding Moya. Now that he knew clearly what Moya meant, what else could he miss? Saving Moya once was regarded as repaying the care of Roger’s family for so long. God knows, at that moment, his mind went blank, and the arrow he shot was just a subconscious act. How could he have thought it would result in this.

If nothing happened to Moya, then why was Xiya the only one who came? If something happened to Moya, then why didn’t Xiya mention it? The more Lei Jin thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became, like countless hammers hammering everywhere, and there was no peace for a moment.

This night, neither of them slept well.

The next morning, Xiya woke up very early. After thinking about what happened last night, Lei Jin couldn’t eat too greasy, so he boiled a few eggs and wild vegetables to make breakfast for him.

After everything was tidied up in the kitchen, Xiya came to wake Lei Jin up.

When he opened the door and came in, Lei Jin was already awake. He was sitting on the bed, looking out the window and seemingly lost in unknown thoughts. He heard the movement but did not turn his head.

“Breakfast is ready, let’s go eat.” Xiya’s hand reached over. Lei Jin subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he stopped abruptly.

He still had to do what he needed to do, he still had to live the life he needed to live, and he still had to find a way home. Xiya said that there should be someone in the tribe who could cure his arms. The map that Roger gave him had been lost somewhere, but since Roger could draw this map, he must be able to draw another map.

Xiya twisted the cloth, wiped his face, poured him a glass of salt water to rinse his mouth, and then helped him to the table.

As soon as Lei Jin sat down, he felt the softness under his body. He looked down and saw that there was a thick blanket on the chair. He had deliberately ignored it, but at this moment, that place started to throb again, reminding him of last night. That it had really happened.

Xiya peeled the eggs and put them in the broth. He added some green vegetables and stirred them. He lifted the spoon to Lei Jin’s lips and said, “Eat.”

After Lei Jin finished eating, Xiya picked up the cold boiled meat beside him and ate it in several bites.

“I’ll help you sit in the backyard while I wash the dishes.” Xiya wiped his mouth and stood up.

“No rush. I have something to ask you.” Lei Jin said calmly.

This was the first thing Lei Jin said to him today. Xiya was naturally a little happy, so he sat down again and asked, “What’s the matter? Tell me.”

“Where’s Moya? Why didn’t he come?” This question has been bothering him all night, and he must ask clearly.

Xiya’s eyes, which were still vaguely expectant, quickly cooled down after hearing these words, and he asked in a deep voice: “You hoped it’s Moya who came and would have been best that I never appeared between you, right?”

Lei Jin looked at the always stoic young man in front of him, was silent for a while, and then said, “I didn’t say that.”

“But that’s what you think.” Xiya lowered his head, his long golden hair hanging down, and Lei Jin couldn’t see his expression.

Lei Jin wanted to frown, close his eyes, and ignore him. His body was sore and he didn’t sleep well last night. He didn’t have the extra energy to fight with Xiya here.

He changed his posture, leaned lazily on the chair, and said patiently: “I didn’t think so either. I just want to know where Moya is now?”

Hearing this, Xiya gained some energy, raised his head and asked, “You really haven’t thought about never seeing me?”

Lei Jin nodded and then asked: “Where is Moya?”

“Because we were not sure where you were carried off by the water, we separated at the mouth of the river. He continued eastward, and I looked northward.” Xiya said.

“En.” Lei Jin responded, indicating he understood and did not ask when Moya would come over.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, Xiya knew that he must not have slept well last night, so he said, “I’ll help you go back to the room and sleep again.”

Lei Jin felt that what he needed most now was to rest. Besides, he could feel at ease knowing that Moya was fine now.

Lei Jin was woken up by the laughter in the yard. After he got off the bed and went out, he saw Xiya and Jing Ping talking and laughing in the yard, getting along well.

He looked up at the sun and saw that it was already mid-afternoon. He didn’t have lunch, but he didn’t feel anything different. It was because he didn’t have much appetite.

The two of them were sitting on the small bench in front of the kitchen, their heads close to each other, their golden hair was tangled in the wind, and it was unknown what they were talking about.

“Is this it?” Xiya asked.

“It’s not this, it’s the yellow heart next to it. You need to pinch it off so that it won’t be bitter.” Jing Ping lowered his head and pointed at something in Xiya’s hand.

“Oh, that’s it, I know.”

“Before putting it in the pot, blanch it in hot water. The color will look delicious and it will taste crispy as well.”

“En, thank you Jing Ping. Jing Ping knows a lot. Whoever gets to be your mate will be happy.”

“Xiya, don’t talk nonsense.” Jing Ping exclaimed, his face flushed.

“Okay, I won’t talk nonsense. Jing Ping is a little female who has yet to have a ceremony.” Xiya promised while holding the dish in his right hand and freeing his left hand.

“Xiya?” Jing Ping looked hesitant.

“What does Jing Ping want to ask?” Xiya asked casually, his hands busy.

“Have you and Lei Jin really held a ceremony?” Jing Ping bit his lip and finally asked.

“Yes.” Xiya agreed seriously.

“Then you two…”

“We all like him, everyone likes him, and only likes him.” Xiya raised his head, and when mentioning Lei Jin, his eyes became more tender.

“Oh, I’m just asking.” Jing Ping felt something was blocked in his throat, and he finally managed to get the words out.

“Lei Jin, are you up?” Xiya quickly put down his work and came over to help him sit down on a chair in the yard.

“Jing Ping, when did you come?” Lei Jin asked him with a smile.

“Xiya and I went to the mountains to find some bamboo shoots and root vegetables. We just came back not long ago.” Jing Ping took the initiative to come over, held Lei Jin’s hand, and asked with concern: “Lei Jin, is your arm feeling better?”

“It doesn’t hurt as much as before.” Lei Jin said. In fact, he knew that this was not a very good sign.

But Jing Ping didn’t understand. When he heard Lei Jin say that it didn’t hurt anymore, he was happy for him, wiped his face and said, “Papa said he wanted to come see you, but father came back after hunting a lot of prey. If you don’t prepare it quickly, it will rot. Papa said to leave some good ones and will bring them to you in two days.”

“Thank him for me.” He would remember the kindness of this family in his heart.

Lei Jin and Jing Ping were chatting in the yard, while Xiya went to work in the kitchen again.

Jing Ping saw Xiya skillfully boiling water and cooking in the kitchen. He definitely didn’t look like he had just learned it, so he asked, “Lei Jin, in your Leopard Tribe, do all the werebeasts cook? In our case, in the Tiger Tribe, it’s the females who cook.”

He didn’t know much about other people’s families, but in Roger’s family, werebeasts had always been the ones doing the cooking. Roger’s cooking only meant that you won’t die if you eat it.

Lei Jin originally wanted to keep Jing Ping for dinner, but Jing Ping said it would be too late to go back and the road would be difficult. Lei Jin realized this and agreed.

Xiya stewed the bamboo shoots with wild boar tonight. The bamboo shoots were yellow and looked like ordinary vegetable roots. There were two or three small leaves on top. The complete one was about the length of a hand, but it was eaten by Xiya before it was put into the pot. Xiya carefully cut it into sections as long as the length of the fingertips.

“This thing is really hard to find. It grows on the ground. Obviously werebeasts have better eyes. The strange thing is that the females found it as soon as they looked for it, but I couldn’t see any at all and even stepped on a lot. An older female nearby was very annoyed and whacked me on the head with a basket. Jing Ping didn’t even want to look for it next to me because he thought I was in the way. They said this thing is delicious. Have a taste.” Xiya filled a big bowl with meat and vegetables, bringing it over with a smile.

Lei Jin didn’t know what to say when he saw him like this.

The bamboo shoots and root vegetables didn’t look very good, but they tasted really delicious. They were crispy and had a slightly sour taste. They were very refreshing. Lei Jin didn’t have much of an appetite before, but he still ate most of the bowl.

Lei Jin originally thought that the complete solution that Xiya said last night was that there would be no more attacks tonight, but as soon as night fell, the hot feeling that he had become very familiar with these days came back.

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Hearing the movement at the door, Lei Jin was slightly startled, turned his head and saw Xiya coming in.

Xiya came in and first blew out the pine oil lamp on the table.

“What are you doing?” Lei Jin asked calmly.

“There’s still one last night…” Xiya’s lips pressed against his in the darkness, and he got on the bed.

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These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues

These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 055 Remember Who You Are With Now Part 2

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As one night fell, a new round of torture began again. Lei Jin almost suspected that he had some terminal illness. Why did he always have an attack at night, and he couldn’t restrain himself more and more, as if a fire was burning in his heart, forcing him to do something to relieve it. Although Xiya never told him, but Lei Jin vaguely guessed that if he was really terminally ill, Xiya would definitely not be as calm as he was now. Moreover his body couldn’t deceive anyone, the itchiness coming from behind, a few times he almost couldn’t bear it anymore and wanted Xiya to just put it in, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

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“Lei Jin, can you still hold on?” Xiya opened the door and came in. Lei Jin would drive him out whenever he had an attack these days, but he was really worried.

“Get out…” Lei Jin lay on the bed with his head pressed against the wall, sweat flowing down his forehead and into his eyes, stinging them.

“Don’t be so stubborn, let’s think of other ways.” Xiya tried to come closer.

“Get out…” Lei Jin still said the same words, but now he trembled a little more.

“If Moya was here, would you also tell him to get out?” Xiya furrowed his brows slightly, but his clenched fists betrayed his emotions.

Lei Jin didn’t look at him, but panted and said, “Don’t make me say it a fourth time, I don’t need your help, get out.”

“Really don’t need it?” In a place where Lei Jin couldn’t see, Xiya flashed an inexplicable smile. He stood beside the bed, touched Lei Jin’s leg, trailing all the way up, where he gently stroked the crease of his buttocks covered by trousers.

Lei Jin’s shuddered, and then cursed: “Get lost!”

Xiya’s eyes darkened, and he said, “You likely can’t help it tonight.” He hugged Lei Jin’s waist from behind, ignored his struggle and opposition, and even took off his trousers along with the underwear.

Lei Jin didn’t want to show weakness, but now that his use of his arms were gone and he had no strength to resist, he was really a little flustered, so he shouted: “Xiya, stop.”

Xiya obviously didn’t want to listen to him anymore. He put Lei Jin on the bed, and lifted his shirt above his waist, and Lei Jin’s entire lower half was exposed to Xiya’s gaze.

Lei Jin turned his head, and saw that Xiya had already leaned down and spread Lei Jin’s legs from behind with his hands. He soon pressed his hot lips against Lei Jin’s calf, licked and kissed upwards little by little.

No matter how much Lei Jin called Xiya, he didn’t reply. Lei Jin wanted to kick him, but his legs were pinned down. When Xiya’s lips reached the crease of his thigh, Lei Jin didn’t even have the strength to close his legs.

The kiss continued to move up, and Lei Jin jumped involuntarily when one finger of Xiya’s wriggled in. When the entrance softened slightly, the second and third followed, imitating the movement of thrusting and pistoning, rubbing in Lei Jin’s body and even twisting.

Lei Jin bit the pillow next to his mouth, and suppressed the sound bubbling forth. Xiya’s fingers continued, and the sensation was full but also itchy, strange, but definitely not uncomfortable.

Touching a certain spot by accident, Xiya suddenly felt his fingers being squeezed tightly. Xiya almost instinctively understood that it was this place, and pressed against that spot.

Lei Jin trembled, and came on Xiya’s fingers that night.

Finally the night passed.

Xiya asked Jing Yue when he started taking the jade mugwort. Counting the days, there are still two days left, but the jade mugwort’s medicinal properties tend to become stronger as it goes on, so he wasn’t able to be at ease for even a moment. Despite Lei Jin’s objection, the two still sleep together every night.

This day, Xiya followed Jing Ping to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables, capture pheasants, and found some wild eggs. He planned to improve Lei Jin’s diet. He knew that Lei Jin didn’t like meat very much, so Xiya made pheasant broth for dinner. He also fried a plate of vegetables and eggs for Lei Jin according to his favorite way of eating.

Lei Jin was leaning on a chair in the yard with his eyes closed, the setting sun casting a warm halo on his body. Xiya put the food on the table, and stood at the door looking at him like this. There were only the two of them here, living a peaceful and lovely life together.

“Lei Jin, it’s time to eat.” If the two of them kept silent and still like this, the food would be cold. Xiya helped him to stand up, Lei Jin’s arms seemingly having not improved at all.

“Try the food I stir-fried, is it good?” Xiya held a bowl and fed the food to Lei Jin’s mouth.

Since that night Xiya hadn’t listened to Lei Jin; this was how the two of them got along. Xiya talked and Lei Jin remained silent.

This was still the case today, Lei Jin opened his mouth to eat, but he didn’t know how to face Xiya.

“It will be fine after two more nights.” Xiya put down the food, and helped him drink water.

At this Lei Jin raised his head to look at him. These days, Xiya used his mouth and fingers to help him. No matter how much he objected, Xiya remained the same. Two more nights probably wouldn’t make a difference, so he had already decided to let it be.

Although he knew that Xiya was helping him, how could he be so grateful for this forced way?

After eating, Xiya took Lei Jin to the spring water to wash while he had yet to experience that night’s attack.

After doing it for the past few days, Xiya took off Lei Jin’s clothes with familiarity, helped him into the water, and was just about to bathe him when he found that he forgot the washcloth.

“You soak for a while, I’ll go in and get the washcloth.” Xiya went ashore and tugged on his pants. Even knowing that Lei Jin would not respond to him, he still spoke to let him know.

But Lei Jin nodded this time.

Xiya was overjoyed, his lavender eyes under the moonlight reflected a clear smile, and he said quickly, “I’ll be back soon.”

Lei Jin looked at his disappearing back as he left in a good mood. His heart was in a mess, so he simply closed his eyes and concentrated on soaking.

However, the sudden surge of heat in his body made his legs go limp, and he plunged headfirst into the water. Having lost use of his arms, his struggle was ineffective. The previous experience of drowning was brought to mind again, and at that moment who was the person who his mind recalled?

“Lei Jin…” There were splashes in the spring water, and Lei Jin was no longer in sight. Xiya let out a panicked cry, rushed over, and jumped in without taking off his pants. Soon he tugged Lei Jin to the shore.

He folded his hands and pressed the other’s chest, his lips trembled and wanted to call the other’s name but couldn’t speak. Once again he actually let the other meet with danger in front of him…

Lei Jin coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of water, then woke up.

“Xiya…” Lei Jin spoke hoarsely.

In this little time, Xiya felt as if he had died once, until Lei Jin made a sound, he felt that he was finally alive again. His eyes were red, he turned his head, and sat on the ground next to him.

“I’m fine.” Lei Jin tried to sit up, but the constant heat in his body forced him to curl up desperately.

Xiya pulled Lei Jin’s body over, the look in his eyes were firmer than ever before.

“I’ll help you solve it completely.” Xiya said as he parted Lei Jin’s legs, wet his fingers with water, and slipped it inside where he began to scissor them  In fact, due to Xiya administrations during these days, and after taking the jade mugwort, that place had already softened quite a bit.

“Xiya…” Lei Jin called out in shock, this time feeling how after Xiya’s fingers were pulled out, they were replaced by a fiery member.

Xiya patiently performed enough foreplay, leaned above Lei Jin’s body, and entered him.

Xiya’s member couldn’t be compared with fingers, the feeling of tearing came from below, and Lei Jin’s face turned pale from the pain. He gasped, gritted his teeth and shouted: “Xiya…”

Xiya held Lei Jin’s legs around his waist and began moving: “Lei Jin, who am I? You have to see clearly who is in you now?”

“Get lost…”

Xiya didn’t speak. He originally wanted to pause and let Lei Jin get used to it, but the warmth and tightness he had dreamed of for so long made him unable to bear it. He hastily entered, his hands groping over the globes of flesh, and began to thrust wildly.

Lei Jin screamed, and unconsciously wanted to retreat.

Xiya clasped his waist and pulled him back, and said softly: “I’m sorry.” The speed of the collision slowed down, poking this way and that inside Lei Jin’s walls, subconsciously looking for the sensitive spot found a few times ago.

“Get out…” Lei Jin moaned in pain.

Suddenly the member inside bumped into a place, and Lei Jin’s entrance tightened. He let out a sound but it was not completely one of pain.

Xiya knew that it was here, so he aimed his thrusts towards it, brushing against it intentionally or unintentionally, lightly or heavily. Lei Jin wanted to resist, but his body, which had been tortured by the medicinal properties of the jade mugwort for many days and had lost all reason. It began to react instead, meeting Xiya’s violent thrusts, and the small hole spontaneously tightened around Xiya’s member.

Xiya muffled a groan of pleasure.

Lei Jin looked up at the stars in the sky. Although he felt pleasure, it couldn’t continue. Although he couldn’t move his arms, he still had his legs.

“Okay, Xiya, don’t blame me for being rude.” Lei Jin said internally, and his leg slipped down where it kicked Xiya’s waist. But unexpectedly, it was caught by Xiya’s left hand which only pulled his leg wider while his right hand lifted  up Lei Jin’s waist, allowing him to push in deeper.

“Ah…” Lei Jin made a broken sound.

“Does it feel good?” Xiya bit the cherry red on Lei Jin’s chest, and contrary to his gentle tone, his movements below were fierce and erratic.

Lei Jin’s breathing became more and more heavy, and his hoarse voice became more husky and seductive: “Xiya…” The itching in his hole became more and more unbearable, making his whole body go limp, and he began to sink in the pleasure slowly.

Lei Jin panted heavily, watching Xiya lift one of his legs to put it on his shoulder.

The small hole provided an alluring temptation as it fluttered open and close. Xiya lowered his waist, and suddenly thrusted in again. The stimulation of being filled made Lei Jin raise his head and let out a shout. The two bodies overlapped and joined together, their union becoming smoother.

Lei Jin furrowed his brows, endured the sensations in his body, and gritted his teeth to warn: “Get out, Xiya, we shouldn’t be in this relationship.”

“Don’t you think it’s too late for you to say that?” Xiya thrusted again, reminding them of their connected state.

Lei Jin arched his back, but he was powerless to resist. He could only let Xiya press him under his body and manipulate him wantonly, the pleasure down below becoming more and more obvious.

The two soon trembled and let out a moan, both of them reaching their climax. The fiery liquid spread within Lei Jin’s walls. Xiya was buried in the softest part of Lei Jin’s body, overcome with an unprecedented satisfaction.

It was rare for Xiya to see Lei Jin in such a dazed state. He lowered his head and kissed the side of his sweaty face, and said hoarsely, “You are mine too at last.”

“Can you let me go?” Lei Jin asked calmly, taking a steady breath.

“How can it be possible only once?” Xiya was actually thinking, you and Moya have been together so many times, I will definitely get my share, but at this moment, he dared not mention Moya.

Xiya carried Lei Jin into the spring, and before he could react, he pressed him to the bank, lifted Lei Jin by the waist, and inserted himself from behind.

Lei Jin laid on the shore enduring the relentless attack, and cursed: “Why don’t you die, Xiya?”

“If I’m dead, how can I satisfy you?” Xiya said with a wicked smile.

With him laying against the shore, his buttocks naturally tilted up, which made it easier for Xiya to thrust. Xiya pistoned in and out, doing him thoroughly.

“Are you still feeling uncomfortable inside?” Xiya moved vigorously, stretched his hand around in the water, and took a hold of Lei Jin’s member. He leaned against Lei Jin’s ear and chuckled: “Your body is more honest, it is already so hard gone.”

Lei Jin was crushed by the frontal and rear attacks, and it was too late to stop. Xiya once again came inside.

The two hugged each other while still intimately connected and rested by the spring for a while.

Feeling the heat that was still in his body hardening again, Lei Jin said in horror: “What else do you want to do? Isn’t it over?”

“It’s not over, I really want to stay inside you forever.” Xiya said, squeezing Lei Jin’s buttocks erotically. It was perky and firm, the feeling against his hands so good.

He had always been the one to tease others, but he never thought that when he came to this world, he would be the one being teased by other men again and again. Lei Jin was so angry that he couldn’t speak for a while.

Xiya told the truth, the warm and moist feeling inside Lei Jin made him more and more unable to let go.

“I’ll just do it three times.” Xiya actually said to Lei Jin in a negotiating tone. He remembered that Lei Jin and Moya did it twice for the first time, so he would do it three times.

“Xiya, let go, or don’t blame me for falling out with you.”

“You really don’t want it?” Xiya rocked slightly in his body, bit Lei Jin’s earlobe from behind, and said seductively.

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The numbing pleasure that had not yet abated in his body woke up quickly. As if to verify Xiya’s words, the walls tightened around Xiya’s member again.

Xiya turned Lei Jin’s body around, pulled Lei Jin’s legs apart, and pushed in again while facing each other in the water. His hands lightly supported Lei Jin’s waist which was sore by now, and let gravity do its work. The feeling of almost drowning came, and he could only tighten his legs, clamping around Xiya’s waist, and let Xiya enter deep inside.

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Unscripted CH 003 Towards Wonderton Manor

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The golden clock tower at the edge of Wonderton Square began to chime, its deep, melodious tone cutting through the low murmur of conversation among the gathered contestants. A hush fell over the square as the contestants instinctively turned to watch the enormous clock’s hands align at the hour mark. The intricate carvings of cherubs and celestial designs adorning its golden surface caught the afternoon light, casting an ethereal glow over the plaza.

The contestants’ attention, however, quickly shifted to the center of the plaza, where the grand carousel that had seemed purely decorative began to hum softly. The wooden platform beneath the intricately designed mechanical horses rotated slowly, gears clicking into motion. A few contestants stepped back, startled by the sudden movement, but most stood transfixed as the carousel came to life.

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With fluid precision, the mechanical horses, previously stationary, stepped off the rotating platform one by one. Their finely crafted forms gleamed in shades of ivory, ebony, and gold. Each horse had a unique design: some sported ornate saddles, while others bore delicate engravings along their metallic hides. Their manes, made of shimmering metallic filaments, flowed as though caught in a breeze.

The NPC concierges stepped forward at this time their long coats trailing elegantly behind them. Each concierge pushed a barouche—a small, open carriage designed to seat four people comfortably. The barouches were painted in pastel tones, their velvet interiors richly colored in shades of red, blue, and green. With quick efficient motions, they attached the barouches to the carousel horses. 

As the mechanical steeds lined up, the concierges in their impeccable uniforms bowed low before stepping back. Without drivers, the mechanical horses stood poised, ready to lead the contestants to their final destination.

There was a moment of collective confusion. “Wait, no drivers?” someone muttered, prompting a ripple of whispers across the crowd.

One of the NPC concierges stepped forward as if waiting for this prompt, his voice clear and calm as he addressed the crowd. “Sirs, welcome once again to Wonderton. These carriages will take you to Wonderton Manor, your residence for the duration of your stay. Please find a seat in any available barouche. Each can accommodate four passengers.”

The murmuring grew louder as contestants began to move hesitantly toward the carriages. Some formed small groups with friends or acquaintances they had already made, while others hesitated, unsure whom to approach.

Mi Sha, standing near the edge of the group, let out a quiet chuckle. He leaned toward Phoenix, his earlier acquaintance, and murmured, “The creators of the show are eccentric, don’t you think? I get the feeling they like to keep us on our toes.”

Phoenix grinned back, adjusting the strap of his guitar case. “Well, I did hear a lot about Director Loveless’ unconventional ways. Maybe he likes to unsettle people and then watch them flounder.”

Mi Sha let out a short burst of laughter, glittering black eyes dancing with mirth. He protested, “What does it have to do with Loveless anyway? He isn’t actually directing the show, you know.”

Phoenix cast him a skeptical look, clearly not buying this public information. “But the production team undoubtedly report to him. Besides, this,” he gestured comprehensively at Wonderton, “has his brand of whimsical chaos.”

“Ah, such a reputation. I feel so wronged for the poor guy in his stead.” Mi Sha tsked and shook his head, still amused.

The two had been walking along the line of barouches while they talked and at this time, Mi Sha’s gaze landed on one pulled by an ivory-colored horse with a cotton candy pink mane. He gestured toward it with a carefree smile. “That one looks like it belongs in a candy store. What do you say, Phoenix? Shall we claim it?”

“Let’s do it,” Phoenix replied enthusiastically. The two made their way to the barouche, their footsteps echoing against the cobblestones.

The mechanical horse stamped its hooves once as they approached, its glossy ivory body gleaming. Up close, Mi Sha could see the intricate details carved into the horse’s metallic hide—delicate floral patterns that seemed almost too fine to be real.

As they waited, two more contestants approached the barouche. One was a familiar young man with a tall, thin frame and a pale, almost withdrawn fragility. His dark gray eyes looked up at Mi Sha to Phoenix before he gave a slight nod of acknowledgment and climbed in, sitting on the seat opposite them with his cello case propped by his feet. The other contestant, slightly shorter and more sharply dressed, followed. His rich, chestnut hair was neatly styled, and his sharp features gave him a refined, almost aristocratic look. He glanced at Mi Sha briefly before settling into the seat beside Augustus.

Rozier Damião, framed against the velvet upholstery of the barouche, lounged with all the careless grace of someone fully aware of their own worth. Known for a magnetic presence on the web through his personal social media accounts where he posted images of himself that were equal parts compelling and captivating, he sat as if he were the only one worth looking at, a veritable storm brewing in his silence. The afternoon sunlight caught the golden rims of his glasses, reflecting a brilliance that was only matched by the custom-made diamond encrusted holocom on his left wrist.

Once everyone was seated, the mechanical horse gave a soft whinny and began to move. The barouche glided smoothly over the cobblestones, joining the procession of carriages making their way toward Wonderton Manor.

They moved at a steady pace, the rhythmic clatter of the mechanical horse’s hooves creating a soothing backdrop to the otherwise quiet ride. The path led them through the heart of Wonderton, past whimsical shops and charming houses that seemed to belong to another era. Delicate flower boxes hung from windowsills, and intricate iron street lamps lined the cobbled streets.

Mi Sha sat leaned back, resting an arm casually along the back of the seat. His sharp, narrow jawline relaxed into a natural pout as he observed his companions. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint hum of the mechanical steeds and their artificial hooves striking stone, as well as the laughter and chatter from other barouches. 

“So,” Mi Sha began, his tone light and conversational, “it seems a lot of contestants can play instruments. There’s Phoenix and his guitar, and now you and your… cello?”

Augustus who sat ram-rod straight blinked, caught off guard by being so suddenly addressed. But he answered politely nevertheless. “Yes. That’s correct.”

Mi Sha hummed. “I’m not much of connoisseur but I’ve often found classical music as background noise to be soothing. Especially the deep, resonant notes of a cello. It’s too bad I don’t play any instruments myself.”

Phoenix looked over with a slightly teasing smile. “I actually thought as much. You seemed the type to play classical music on gramophone while brooding in the dark.”

Mi Sha’s lips twitched. “…And I actually didn’t peg you to have such a vivid imagination.”

Enjoying the bantering, but not one to be inconsiderate, Phoenix offered a friendly smile at the other two. “Hi. I’m Phoenix Black. This is Mi Sha by the way,” he said, gesturing to his quirky companion who seemed to have forgotten all about introductions. “Mind if we know your names too?”

Augustus smiled back briefly, a polite and distant curve of pale pink, almost bloodless lips for a moment before speaking, his voice deep and mellow like the cello he played. “Augustus Meng,” he said simply, gaze making direct eye contact more out of ingrained manners than any fondness of it.

“And I’m Rozier Damião,” the well-dressed young man added, his tone calm and measured. His gaze cool and observant behind his spectacles as he seemed to gauge them all to a scale he was only privy to.

“So,” Mi Sha picked up where he had left off, training an unnervingly inquisitive gaze on the ethereal beauty of the young man in front of him. “Are you a cellist by hobby or by trade?”

“By trade,” Augustus replied, his voice becoming slightly more animated which offset the previously detached and almost weightless quality of his presence earlier. “I’ve been playing since I was six. I’ve performed with a few orchestras and composed some original pieces.”

Rozier, who had been watching the exchange with a seemingly aloof expression, tilted his head slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his dark eyes. “You’re a composer?” he asked, his tone not fluctuating but clearly conveying his intrigue. 

It seemed that Mi Sha had inadvertently picked a topic that spoke to all four of them, however their interest and appreciation for classical music had come to be due to their varying backgrounds.

Augustus nodded. “Mostly classical, but I’ve experimented with blending genres.”

Phoenix leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Okay, now I have to ask—what made you join an idol survival show? You seem more like the kind of guy who’d be performing in concert halls than competing on a reality show.”

Augustus hesitated, mouth doing a funny twist that almost seemed sardonic but so fleeting it could have been missed completely. “I suppose the answer would be that I wanted to challenge myself, to see if a completely different environment might inspire something.”

Mi Sha wondered thoughtfully. “Inspiration for your music?”

Augustus gave a slow nod. “Something like that.”

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, sensing something more to it than that but didn’t prod. He was no stranger to personal quagmires, from witnessing it in others and even experiencing them himself. 

The barouche continued its journey, the scenery shifting from the whimsical charm of Wonderton’s streets to more open countryside. Fields of wildflowers stretched out on either side of the road, their vibrant colors swaying gently in the breeze.

Phoenix, with his abundance of EQ, kept the atmosphere light with humorous anecdotes about his life as a street musician, drawing occasional laughter from the group. Likewise, Mi Sha settled in an easy banter with Phoenix, finding himself surprisingly delighted at the ease with which the other matched his flighty train of thoughts. 

Though still reserved, Augustus engaged more than he had at the start. That ephemeral gaze seeming to become more substantial as the conversation continued, full of the abrupt starts and stops of topics from Mi Sha and Phoenix smoothing and rounding any jagged ends. Even Rozier, who had initially exuded a lofty air about him, snorted once or twice in a totally unrefined manner. He observed Mi Sha with a contemplative expression, as if trying to figure out what made the other boy tick.

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Not long, the barouches halted one by one at the entrance of the manor, a grand fountain rising at the center of the drive, its crystalline spray catching the golden rays of sunlight like playful water sprites before diving back down into the azure depths at the bottom of the fountain. The rhythmic clinking ceased, and the contestants began filing out, each greeted by a rustle of anticipation from unseen NPC staff members and an audience of flickering drones capturing every breath, every glance—

All against a backdrop of the palatial estate rising in grand splendor before them, all marble columns and cascading terraces of flowers. Several exclamations of awe and admiration sounded as the 200 young men from various backgrounds finally gathered at the very place where either their dreams were to be made or shattered.

AN: apologies for the wait, FM basically took over my writing time. Starting several wips is not a great idea but I never seem to be able to help myself orz 😫