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

Chapter 185 Ingratitude and Deceit (20)

After reviewing the memorials that evening, Bu Shaoluan looked at the obviously misnumbered memorials on the table with a deep and somber expression.

Inside were only what Shen Xuntang wanted him to see.

What Shen Xuntang doesn't want him to see will absolutely not be placed on his desk.

How annoying!

This emperor held absolutely no real power.

Even the memorials submitted by the officials were first sent to Ruotang Courtyard and then to Qianqing Palace.

Is this Shen Xuntang's purpose?

Bu Shaoluan didn't know.

Bu Shaoluan raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

It must have been difficult for Shen Xuntang, having to read through so many memorials and then select the ones he could read himself.

Shen Shenwei's voice came from outside the door, "Your Majesty, shall we have dinner at Ruotang Courtyard tonight?"

Bu Shaoluan was stunned upon hearing this, then recalled the thin young man with reddened eyes earlier that afternoon...

It should have been a chilly autumn night, but the sound of pattering rain could be heard outside the window.

But Bu Shaoluan inexplicably felt a bit restless.

My whole body felt like it was on fire, it was so uncomfortable.

"Pass the meal around."

The voice outside hesitated for a moment, then responded softly.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door leave, Bu Shaoluan relaxed and leaned back in his chair.

You have to be on your toes at all times when communicating with Shen Shenwei.

Someone who was able to stay by Shen Xuntang's side for so many years and was personally taught and valued by Shen Xuntang.

Definitely not an ordinary person.

Although Shen Xuntang assigned Shen Shenwei to him.

He said that Shen Shenwei was already one of his men.

But everyone in the palace knew that Shen Shenwei had been taken in by Shen Xuntang since he was thirteen years old.

It has been more than five years.

He spent much more time with Shen Xuntang than he had with Shen Xuntang.

Thinking about this made Bu Shaoluan feel somewhat unhappy.

He dared not truly employ Shen Shenwei, and did not even want him to serve him personally.

This was partly due to Shen Xuntang's reasons, and partly due to his own selfish motives.

Looking at the table full of exquisite dishes, Bu Shaoluan couldn't muster any appetite.

His old habits from his time in the cold palace made him less likely to waste food.

But today I forced myself to drink half a bowl of soup, and in the end I still put down my chopsticks.

Looking at the almost untouched dishes in front of the young man, Shen Shenwei pursed his lips. "Your Majesty, you didn't eat much for lunch. You should at least eat more for dinner."

Bu Shaoluan glanced at Shen Shenwei, who was serving him from the side.

Shen Shenwei felt a chill run down his spine from that look and quickly lowered his head.

Bu Shaoluan withdrew his gaze, somewhat losing interest.

"I have no appetite, so I'll give it to the eunuch on duty today."

Shen Shenwei bowed his head and agreed, then gestured for the palace maids on both sides to remove the dishes from the table.

"No need to prepare a midnight snack, I'm a bit tired today."

"This servant will absolutely not allow anyone to disturb Your Majesty."

With that, he led his men out of the palace.

Bu Shaoluan disliked having people stay in the palace.

During this period, the guards and eunuchs on duty were stationed at the door.

Once the hall quieted down, only the patter of rain remained.

The rain, growing heavier, pattered against the windowpane, making a series of sounds.

In the flickering candlelight, Bu Shaoluan turned to look out the window, his mind replaying the image of Shen Xuntang coughing so violently at noon.

Was that severe cough caused by the autumn chill entering the body and catching a cold?

Is it worse now?

Has this political work overworked him?

Bu Shaoluan's mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts, all revolving around the three words "Shen Xuntang".

My heart was in turmoil along with the pattering rain outside the window.

Rainy autumn nights are always particularly chilly. Bu Shaoluan sat on the edge of the bed and shivered for no reason.

Thinking back on the torrent of thoughts I had just been having, I realized I was worrying unnecessarily.

Shen Xuntang wields more power in the palace than he does, so why should he worry about him?

He was an emperor without real power.

They were still worried about the powerful and influential Grand Secretary.

Thinking about the gap between the two of them, Bu Shaoluan couldn't help but clench his fingers.

He couldn't help but recall Qingyan's suggestion.

He thought of Shen Xuntang again.

Qingyan's suggestion doesn't seem like something that can't be considered.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Who is the mantis and who is the oriole remains to be seen.

In the flickering candlelight, the boy raised his hand and cupped the light around him.

And at this moment, determination and ambition were fully born.

Bu Shaoluan lay on the bed, and sandalwood incense was burning in the hall.

It was not the ambergris that the emperor usually used.

Even though it should smell almost exactly like Shen Xuntang's, Bu Shaoluan just felt something was off.

However, the sandalwood incense calmed his mind and gradually helped him sort out his thoughts.

As I pondered these things, drowsiness gradually crept in.

Before his consciousness sank into darkness, Bu Shaoluan's mind flashed with that beautiful face.

That night, Bu Shaoluan saw the face of the person in his erotic dream for the first time.

When the fog that had been lingering in my mind was cleared away.

Her beautiful and delicate face was clearly displayed in front of the young man.

Her clothes were half off, revealing her fair and flawless skin.

That beautiful face, with a smile, led him into a wonderful dream.

Reddened eyes, a beauty mark soaked with tears, a soft, melodious murmur...

Everything was so beautiful.

As he reached the peak while embracing that naked body, Bu Shaoluan wished he would never wake up.

***

When the boy saw the suspicious dampness the next day, he felt somewhat embarrassed for the first time.

Yesterday's dream was really... somewhat absurd.

He raised his hand to rub his burning ear tips and looked away.

I took a deep breath, changed my clothes from head to toe, and had someone come in to tidy up.

The palace maids that Shen Xuntang arranged to serve in Qianqing Palace were all well-trained and honest.

Most of them were trained by his subordinates.

He didn't say anything when he saw the clothes and pants scattered all over the bed.

Quickly change the bedding to clean ones.

Although no one was watching her, Bu Shaoluan still felt somewhat uncomfortable experiencing this awkward situation for the first time.

When I lived in Ruotang Courtyard before, I did have dreams.

I just can't see people's faces clearly.

And afterwards, he always cleaned it up secretly by himself.

Shen Xuntang probably knew, but he never said it.

Thinking of Shen Xuntang, Bu Shaoluan couldn't help but twitch his fingers.

The scent of sandalwood still lingered in the hall.

But it never smelled as good as Shen Xuntang's.

Having made up my mind, it seems I need to take action as soon as possible.

Bu Shaoluan looked at the vase in the hall, which was filled with osmanthus flowers picked from Ruotang Courtyard.

The young man murmured Shen Xuntang's name softly and alluringly.

His eyes held a stubborn determination to succeed.