Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 221 Ingratitude and Deceit (56)

Her fair, slender hand made a loose clenching motion in the air.

The palms that are held together are like the bright, high-hanging moon.

"All I want to do is climb higher and higher. If I fall and die while climbing, that's my fate. Being able to reunite with my family is a good thing."

But that day, I ran into him on the palace path outside Chuxiu Palace, and I no longer wanted to die.

Gu Yao seemed to remember something and started laughing absentmindedly.

He turned to Ying Lian and asked, "Senior brother, have you ever seen a glass lantern?"

Ying Lian seemed somewhat puzzled, "Of course I've seen them. What kind of good things don't you have in your household?"

Gu Yao shook his head, his gaze somewhat stubborn. "It's different. That glass lamp was the most beautiful I've ever seen. It's just a pity that I seem to have lost it."

The young man's voice was filled with deep regret as he lowered his eyes and withdrew his hand.

Ying Lian frowned and put his hand on Gu Yao's shoulder to comfort him, "A Tang, if you're unhappy, we'll just give up and go back to Medicine King Valley."

Gu Yao shook his head. "Let's not talk about that. Is the medicine I asked my senior brother to prepare ready?"

Ying Lian's face stiffened, and his expression darkened. "A-Tang, have you thought this through?"

Gu Yao turned his head, looking at the bright moonlight in the courtyard, his expression indifferent, "Of course I've thought it through. Since this body is no longer useful, then I'll give the child one last lesson."

Teach him what he should and shouldn't do.

Ying Lian lowered her eyes, her voice choked with emotion, "A-Tang, I'm sorry."

Gu Yao smiled and said, "Senior brother, there's no need to blame yourself. It was my own impetuousness back then, only thinking about climbing the ranks."

Unexpectedly, at the very end of this short life, I met someone I truly loved.

It's fate; you can't blame anyone else.

As he spoke, Gu Yao's voice became incredibly soft, and his eyelids drooped as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"If you feel guilty, senior brother, add more sugar to the medicine, preferably osmanthus... sugar."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yao had already tilted his head to the side and fallen asleep against the back of the chair.

Ying Lian picked up the person, suppressing the lump in his throat, and softly responded.

"it is good."

I will definitely research the sweetest medicine for Ah Tang.

Han Shu waited at the door and saw Ying Lian carrying someone back again. He frowned and went to greet him, "A-Tang has fallen asleep again?"

With everything blurry, Ying Lian blinked, trying hard to see the person in front of her clearly, a wave of sadness rising from the bottom of her heart.

"Ahan..."

Han Shu saw that the eyes that were usually always smiling were now filled with tears, and that the voice sounded so aggrieved. He sighed and took Gu Yao from Ying Lian's hands.

It felt incredibly light, not heavy at all.

After placing the person on the bed and tucking them in, he turned to look at the person in front of him who looked distressed.

"Should be restrained."

Ying Lian looked up at the blurry figure, then grabbed Han Shu and hugged him tightly, as if he were clutching a lifeline.

“I know that life and death are predestined, but I learned all these medical skills just to keep the people I want to keep.”

They all called me the Little Medicine King, but now, I can't even keep my own junior brother.

The icy tears slid down her neck, but burned into her cold heart.

This was the second time he had seen Ying Lian cry so heartbrokenly.

Any words of comfort seemed particularly pale and powerless. Han Shu gently patted Ying Lian's back, letting the young man vent his frustrations.

***

In the spring of the fourth year of the Zhengqian reign, a large number of scholars were selected to enter the court, injecting new vitality into the stagnant and corrupt officialdom of the Great Qi Dynasty.

In June of the fourth year of the Zhengqian reign, more than a dozen officials, including the Vice Minister of Rites, the Minister of Works, and the Minister of Personnel, were dismissed from their posts after an anonymous memorial accused them of crimes.

These dozen or so people were all members of the eunuch faction. Their execution made the already weakened eunuch faction even more precarious.

The trend is inevitable, and the great building is about to collapse.

In the imperial court, Bu Shaoluan stepped forward and occupied the highest, most central position.

Everyone was waiting for Gu Yao's next move.

After all, the eunuch faction suffered heavy losses this time due to being outmaneuvered.

The fact that Shen Xuntang, who is usually so arrogant and domineering, could be so patient clearly shows that he is holding back something bad.

His recent illness and stay at home further confirms this suspicion.

Gu Yao, who was thought to be up to no good, was lying in a rocking chair, listening to Tang Yi read him a secret letter.

"The unusual movements of the Prince of Ning in Jiangxi seem to be related to southern Jiangxi, and further investigation is needed."

Gu Yao raised an eyebrow.

Bu Qianyan?

So this is ah.

Jiangxi is a wealthy region, and raising an army always requires financial support, so it's no wonder that Lin Xu would collude with him.

They've only just revealed their true colors; it seems their actions must be quite significant.

Why would Bu Qianyan collude with Lin Xu?

Could it be because he took a fancy to a farmer's son a couple of years ago, and was castrated by bandits on his way to arrest her?

Gu Yao had a headache. He raised his hand to interrupt Tang Yi, "There's no need to investigate this matter anymore. I know what I'm doing."

Tang Yi was taken aback, then nodded.

When Ying Lian brought in the medicine, the first thing he saw was the secret letter in Tang Yi's hand. His expression darkened, and he strode towards Gu Yao.

Gu Yao, who used to be like a mouse hiding from a cat, was unusually calm this time. He picked up the tray with the warm medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt the medicine wasn't as bitter as before, though he still complained about it.

"Senior brother, could you make this medicine sweeter? It's really hard to drink."

The beautiful yet fragile young man, with his brows furrowed, perfectly embodied his disdain.

Ying Lian originally wanted to reply, "It's already good enough that I can prescribe medicine for you."

But seeing the slight frown on Gu Yao's pale face, she swallowed her words, took the bowl from Gu Yao's hand, and said in a low voice with her head down, "I'll go back and study it."

With that, he turned and walked out.

Gu Yao was puzzled, but he didn't pay too much attention and let Tang Yi continue reading.

*

Today was a rare good day, and Gu Yao was in a good mood, so he returned to the palace.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of Ruotang Courtyard, they encountered Bu Shaoluan, who was rushing over.

When the boy saw the person, he seemed a little lost and stopped two steps away from Gu Yao, no longer as clingy as before.

Gu Yao met the boy's timid and cautious gaze, and sighed softly, "Your Majesty, would you like a cup of tea?"

A look of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, and he quickly followed Gu Yao's steps.

Bu Shaoluan wanted to reach out and take Gu Yao's hand, but her slender, pale fingers froze in mid-air. She lowered her head and withdrew her hand.

She simply followed the young man by one step and they entered the main house together.

The familiar, light scent of sandalwood lingered around his nose as he followed the young man's steps, stirring up an unquenchable longing in Bu Shaoluan's heart.

The longing for this wisp of sandalwood.

My longing for this crabapple blossom.

I want to hold someone tightly in my grasp, so that they can never escape.

Bu Shaoluan knew this might be wrong, but he couldn't control himself.

He was too scared.

The feeling of my soul being slowly peeled away, as the weight on my back lightened, was truly unbearable.

It's so sad it's suffocating.

It's like a yearning and greed etched into one's soul; only by holding someone tightly in one's grasp can one protect them from harm.

Large patches of blood soaked into his palm, sticky and suffocating.

The lingering stench of blood at the tip of his nose felt like a shackle, tightly gripping his throat.

until death.

This was the only wisp of sandalwood he could grasp.

Therefore, I can't let go.

Bu Shaoluan lowered his head, his hand hidden in his sleeve twisting and turning into a fist.