HMAM CH 21 Le Zhenghuan
At noon, in the bedroom of the Little Mountain Residence located in the City Lord's Manor, several plates of tasty and delicious side dishes and two bowls of rice were placed on the table, the steam rising into the air little by little.
The maidservants were all guarding outside the green gauze changing screen. They exchanged looks and finally pushed one person out. She carefully stepped into the inner room and said, "Young Master, the food is getting cold, would you like it to be warmed up?"
The young man raised his head and looked at her sinisterly: "What do you think?"
Maid: "..."
Shuifeng originally wanted to stay outside to avoid being scolded, but when she saw that something was wrong, she hurried in, raised her hand to signal the maidservants to bring out the dishes of food to be warmed, while she curtailed and said: "Young master, you have come to Pingyue City for the first time, and everything must be a novelty. It is natural to have forgotten the time."
Shanyue and Shuifeng have served the young man since they were young, and though they were called maidservants, they were no different from his sisters in reality. He harrumphed, suppressing his anger for now.
Maids A, B, and C were waiting for the food outside the room, and while waiting, they couldn't help but gather together to chat secretly.
Maid A: "The marriage has yet to take place, but the young master is already so clingy."
Maid B: "Ai, you don't know the young master's temper. He's just like Blackie from next door. Every time a little female dog gets close to Silly Bean, he would rush up and give them a face full of scratches."
Maid C: "...Keep your voices down."
Shanyue led Jing Ye hurriedly through the flower garden and entered the courtyard gate of Little Mountain Residence. Maids A, B, and C were all sitting on the small couch chatting while waiting for the food to be ready. When they saw the newcomers, they pointed their fingers at the room, making an expression that hinted that situation was not good.
Indeed it had become a prickly business.
The two entered the room, passed through two green gauze screens, and arrived at the inner room. The young man was sitting at the table, his whole person shrouded in a dark and gloomy aura.
Shanyue smiled, stepped forward and said, "Young master..."
The young man didn't look at her at all, his gaze sweeping straight to Jing Ye: "Where have you been?"
"I took a stroll around the city." Jing Ye replied meekly enough, "If the young master doesn't allow me to go out, I will stay here."
Young man: "You..." He had indeed wanted to say this at first, but when he saw the person in front of him acting so calm and submissive, he felt even more displeased.
Jing Ye knew the other's youthful nature, the other won't feel comfortable without refuting a few words, so he changed the topic: "I haven't eaten lunch yet, has the young master already eaten?"
"Of course I have!" The young man became irritable again, "Do you think there would still be anything to eat when you come back so late?"
As soon as he finished speaking, maid A, B and C brought the food inside: "Young master, the food is ready."
Young man: ".."
Jing Ye smiled and said, "I have brought some water chestnut cakes back from shopping, the young master can have them as snacks after the meal." He lifted the small wooden box in his hand and lifted the lid. Inside were several exquisite small cakes, looking very delicious at a glance.
The young man stared at the pastries for a long time, then stared at Jing Ye again. His face flushed red as if he had thought of something, and after holding back for a long time, he said magnanimously, "Sit down and eat."
Jing Ye sat down easily. The two raised their chopsticks and began to eat, the atmosphere strangely quiet. The blush on the young man's face never disappeared. Jing Ye occasionally raised his head to look at him, and felt that a slightly embarrassed beauty was more moving than a mocking beauty.
After lunch was a midday nap. The young man dragged Jing Ye to the bed matter-of-factly, took off their outer robes, and the two slept in each other's arms.
Jing Ye was distracted, and he was not sleepy at all, so he could only watch the young man rubbing and burrowing against him time and time again. He really didn't know what expression to make.
In short, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. (TN: One often has to concede when he or she is in a disadvantaged position.)
After lying there for a long time, he also fell asleep eventually, and when he woke up, the bedroom was empty. He simply dressed himself, walked to the table, and found that there were only a few crumbs of pastries left in the food box.
Jing Ye: "..."
Even the most meanest kidnappers still have one or two endearing traits...
…Right?
In the martial arts training ground of the City Lord's Manor, the young man had just finished performing a set of sword skills. Facing the gratified and emotional face of the middle-aged partner trainer, he opened his mouth, only to let out a burp.
Jing Ye didn't know what Gu Hong and the rest were planning. He had been away from the capital for nearly ten days, and the fact that the emperor was not in the palace was still clearly kept secret. Pingyue City had jianghu people coming or passing by from all over the empire almost every day. He wandered outside every day, and had never heard any news that came from the palace.
The same was true in the City Lord's Manor, except for Shanyue, Shuifeng who occasionally showed a look of knowing his identity, the rest of the people "didn't know and wouldn't know".
Jing Ye was not very panicked, Gu Hong must've definitely hid his disappearance from the ministers and dealt with the government affairs. The current situation was likely considered safe, so he just needed to sit quietly under the watchful eyes of those people and wait for an opportunity.
The Gu family had a certain belief regarding the Jing family's bloodline that lasted for several generations, and the dragon chair could only be sat by a member of the Jing family. Gu Hong was no exception in this regard.
"What are you thinking about?"
When Jing Ye came back to his senses, Le Zhenghuan was sitting beside him, frowning.
"I'm thinking, there are a lot more people in the city these two days." Jing Ye lowered his head and took a sip of freshly ground soybean milk.
Le Zhenghuan watched him drink up the soy milk, his Adam's apple rolled, and his face also became a little red, but his expression was still impatient: "It's just some boring stuff."
Jing Ye raised his head: "The young master knows what's going on?"
Le Zhenghuan was stunned for a moment when he saw his smile, and then his expression sank: "Why are you asking this?"
Jing Ye: "...?"
Young Master Le became irritable again: "Did you see something?"
Jing Ye reached out and served a bowl for him too: “This tastes good, try it."
Le Zhenghuan: "..."
Jing Ye smiled at him and said, "I don't know anything, but I won't ask if you don't want me to."
Young Master Le's face slowly turned red.
The porcelain bowl containing soy milk was put back on the table, Jing Ye only felt the room flash before his eyes, and the two of them were suddenly on the bed.
Jing Ye pushed the young man's head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You still have sword practice this afternoon..."
Le Zhenghuan held his wrist, and with a twist of his fingers, their fingers were interlocked. Then he suddenly lowered his head, buried it in Jing Ye's neck, and sucked a few deep breaths.
"Lunch break is half an hour..."
Jing Ye felt the slight sting of his licking and biting, and had no choice but to raise his chin, allowing the other to suck his Adam's apple in one mouthful, sucking harder and harder, making wet and ambiguous sounds between his lips and teeth. At the same time also kneaded Jing Ye's belly and waistline with his hands.
Jing Ye only felt the small current-like pleasure that traveled from his neck and abdomen, which left him feeling numb and unlike himself. It spread to all parts of his body like a stone thrown into the center of a lake, causing his hand to subconsciously bury in the hair at the back of the other's neck, letting him lick and kiss from Adam's apple to collarbone, and then continue down.
Le Zhenghuan's lower half was already hard, and it was very obvious between Jing Ye's legs, rubbing against his equally hard member, slow but eager.
Jing Ye was a little dizzy from the heat that surged through his body. He heard Le Zhenghuan chuckle in between heavy breaths in his ear: "You're hard..."
Any man wouldn't be able to stand such teasing, okay?
He dazedly felt a hand slip into the back of his trousers, stroked him a couple of times, and then began to rub vigorously. The pain made him hiss, and he raised his hand and slapped the Young Master Le's buttocks.
"It hurts!"
Le Zhenghuan stopped and looked at him with a straight face.
The two looked at each other.
After a long time, Jing Ye smiled, pushed him away and straightened the clothes that slipped below his shoulders: "Young master, these things should be done with the person you like."
Young Master Le: "Hmph."
Jing Ye: "I like the young master."
Le Zhenghuan's handsome face burned with heat: "...Hmph." The voice was like that of a mosquito.
Jing Ye looked at him, and suddenly felt that his blushing appearance looked very much like Feng Ling.
Feng Ling.