There was a house at the edge of the Inner Residence. The eaves of the house were slanted to the sky. Sitting here, one could overlook the entire Inner Residence.
Gu Zhuting was sitting on the blue-black tiled roof, leaning on a tiger and drinking alone under the moon.
The "Five Ridges and Six Beasts" could only be owned by the families of officials. Although there was no clear ranking of imperial beasts in this era, very few people would use dragons and phoenixes as the imperial beasts of their roofs except for the royal family. Yang Fan's family used a strange beast from the sea.
Gu Zhuting's sword was placed on the lotus petal pattern tile. The hand that usually held the sword was now holding a bag of wine. She shouldn't drink when she was on duty, but she couldn't help it. If she didn't drink, she would cry. But now, although she was drinking, she still couldn't help crying.
Her father's words pierced her heart, peeled away her dignity, and hurt her to the point where she was completely bruised. But as she sat there alone, quietly looking at the moon in the sky, she asked herself: Perhaps she didn't intentionally want to get close to Ah Lang by going in and out of Ah Nu's residence often, but did she really not have such a thought in her heart?
Thinking of this, Gu Zhuting's face was burning. If she wasn't alone in this quiet night, she really wanted to find a hole to hide in. She felt that falling in love with someone was really more bitter than the days when she had no desires. She swore not to fall in love, so how could she fall in love?
"Click!"
There was a sound of tiles moving beside her. Gu Zhuting was only a little tipsy. As soon as she heard the sound, she quickly passed the wine bag to her left hand and the sword on the tile fell into her hand. She held it with her thumb pressed on the spring and a pair of bright eyes swept over like an arrow.
But then she found that the person on the roof was Yang Fan. Gu Zhuting hurriedly lowered her head and quickly wiped away her tears. She stood up calmly and asked, "Ah Lang, why are you here … Be careful!"
Gu Zhuting leaped up and supported Yang Fan. Yang Fan's head was heavy and his feet were light, his legs were a little unsteady. He allowed Gu Zhuting to support him and sat down on the ridge of the roof, looking up at the bright moon in the sky. A wisp of thin cloud floated over and was about to cover the moon with a veil.
Yang Fan looked at the moon, laughed foolishly, and said, "You are so smart, so … so you can see clearly when you are sitting on the roof."
Gu Zhuting was speechless. She was originally full of sorrow, but his drunken words swept away all of it. She just wanted to laugh. She knew that Yang Fan left the mansion alone in the afternoon. Now he was drowning his sorrows with wine. Did he encounter something extremely difficult to solve?
Yang Fan looked at the moon in the sky and asked in a daze, "Look, isn't the moon beautiful?"
Gu Zhuting nodded gently. Realizing that he couldn't see it, she answered again, "Yes!"
Yang Fan said faintly, "Everyone thinks … that they can only look up to the moon. Only fools will think … that they can pick it up. But in fact … in fact, I can pick it up. I can. I just need to stretch out my hand …"
Yang Fan suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand to the moon in the sky. Then his body suddenly fell forward …
If Gu Zhuting had not grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back like a dead dog, he would have fallen head first into the house. If he had broken his neck, he would have been the first person in history to fall to his death while trying to reach for the moon.
Gu Zhuting's pull was so strong that Yang Fan was almost violently pulled to sit on the roof. He was still looking at the sky. Two lines of tears quickly blurred his eyes. He choked and said, "But I didn't. I didn't stretch out my hand. I didn't stretch out my hand …"
"Oh my god! Ah Lang is like a child when he's drunk! " Gu Zhuting covered her forehead with her hand. She couldn't bear to watch this crazy Ah Lang anymore.
"Gulp …"
Hearing the sound, Gu Zhuting hurriedly looked up and saw Yang Fan raising his head and gulping down the wine like a horse. Gu Zhuting quickly grabbed his wrist and begged helplessly, "Ah Lang, don't drink anymore, okay?"
Yang Fan sadly looked at the bright moon shrouded in clouds. He was silent for a long time. Then, he seemed to have regained his senses and said in a low voice, "Today … I came back late … because … the Jinwu Guards found fault with me. I … I beat that bastard Wu Yizong."
"What?"
Gu Zhuting was leaning against Yang Fan's body. If she didn't let Yang Fan lean against her, she was afraid that the back of Yang Fan's head would hit the roof. He really drank too much. It was really hard for him to go to the room like this.
Hearing this, Gu Zhuting slightly leaned to the side. Her eyes widened in surprise, "Ah Lang … You actually beat a Prince of the Wu Family?"
Yang Fan chuckled and waved his hand vigorously. He said with a slurred tongue, "It's nothing! It's nothing at all! What are you afraid of? Hahaha, we … we fought for private matters in the Tenderness Square. It doesn't involve any standpoint or side. Do you think … do you think the Empress will care? Hahaha, you're really … silly girl … "
"He's older than you, okay?" Gu Zhuting didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But she didn't know why she wanted to cry. There was an inexplicable warmth in her heart that made her want to cry. She quickly turned her head away, not wanting Yang Fan to notice the tears in her eyes.
Yang Fan drank another mouthful of wine and shook it. The wine pot was empty. Yang Fan turned his head in confusion. Seeing the wine bag in Gu Zhuting's hand, his eyes suddenly lit up. He grabbed the wine bag from her hand and gulped down a mouthful. Then, he said, "On the surface, nothing will happen. But … this enmity will definitely be formed! As long as he gets the chance, hehe … "
Gu Zhuting was silent, and so was Yang Fan. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Therefore, there are some things that you can either not fight for, or you can't give up after you've fought for it. Because if you give up, you'll even lose what you already possess. Miss Gu, if … if I lose my current power, other than that stupid pig Wu Yi Zong, how many people do you think will … will want to ruin my family? "
Yang Fan raised the wine bag again and gulped down a mouthful of wine. Panting, his body that was leaning on Gu Zhuting's shoulder began to soften and slide down. "Power, ah, is like a tiger's back. Once you ride it, don't think about getting off. Even if you want to get off, unless … unless you haven't offended anyone, otherwise … you won't be able to live a peaceful and wealthy life."
Gu Zhuting understood what Yang Fan meant. These years in the official circles, Yang Fan had offended many people. Even if those people had already lost their power, it didn't mean that they couldn't do anything to the current Yang Clan. Even if Yang Fan had martial arts, he wouldn't have to do anything from now on and could only stay by his family's side.
People in the official circles didn't necessarily use martial arts. In the pugilistic world, there were also people who hated Yang Fan to the bone, such as the Lu Clan. If Yang Fan were to lose his current authority and unparalleled strength, the Lu Clan would be able to crush him as easily as stepping on an ant.
Gu Zhuting didn't understand what happened today. Yang Fan said that he had a conflict with Wu Yi Zong because he returned late and had a conflict with the Jin Wu Yi Zong. Then what happened before? Why did he return late? Gu Zhuting knew what kind of place the Gentleness Square was, but why did Yang Fan go there?
Gu Zhuting's head was full of questions, and she couldn't help but ask softly, "Why did Ah Lang leave the mansion alone in the afternoon? What happened?"
Yang Fan looked up at the bright moon covered by the clouds in silence. Gu Zhuting waited for a long time and didn't get an answer. Thinking that he had fallen asleep, she tilted her head and looked at his face. Gu Zhuting couldn't help but be startled. Yang Fan's face was glistening with tears. He was crying, he was actually crying!
Gu Zhuting panicked and hastily coaxed him, "I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore. Ah Lang … don't be sad."
Yang Fan turned his head with tears streaming down his cheeks and said to Gu Zhuting in a choked voice, "Miss Gu, I'm actually quite a bastard, don't you think?"
Gu Zhuting didn't know how to answer. She didn't think Ah Lang was a bastard, she just felt that he was … quite childish. "I know, I know, I know, I'm a bastard, I'm really a big bastard," Yang Fan said with tears streaming down his face.
"Ah Lang didn't do anything wrong, why … why do you say that about yourself?" Gu Zhuting said with a wry smile.
Yang Fan shook his head and said bitterly, "You didn't do anything wrong … Yes! I didn't do anything wrong! But I didn't do anything right, that's my fault. "
"What did Ah Lang do wrong?" Gu Zhuting asked tentatively.
Yang Fan shook his head silently and said in a low voice, "Once a person is born in this world, it's actually just this once. Whether it's me or you, the only thing we should grasp … is the present, because … because no one knows what will happen next. It's not right to be pretentious for some unclear reasons … "
Yang Fan burst into tears again. He raised his head and poured the wine down his throat, but Gu Zhuting reached out to snatch it away. "Ah Lang, you can't drink anymore."
"Don't mind me!" Yang Fan glared at her and reprimanded, "How dare you mind me? How dare you!"
Unfortunately, his face was full of tears. His words were quite dignified, but they didn't seem dignified at all. After the two of them fought for a while, Yang Fan's body suddenly tilted, and his whole body suddenly slid down, lying on Gu Zhuting's thighs.
Gu Zhuting was petrified. This place … she rarely touched this place, but now … now a man's cheek was firmly resting on her thigh. She could almost feel his breath through her skirt.
Gu Zhuting's body froze and she couldn't move for a long time. When she wanted to push Yang Fan away, she was surprised to find that Yang Fan was resting on her thigh and was snoring softly. He had actually fallen asleep.
Gu Zhuting lowered her head and carefully observed his face. Under the moonlight, the sleeping Yang Fan's face seemed to have a childish look. His face was still full of tears and he would occasionally sob. "He's sad, he's really sad. Who is it, and why is he so sad?"
Gu Zhuting looked at him, and a kind of soft motherly instinct quietly overflowed in her heart. She couldn't bear to wake him up, and even gently bent her legs to make him more comfortable.
The thin, gauze-like clouds gently moved away from the moon, and the frosty moonlight suddenly brightened the earth. Gu Zhuting had never been so close to Yang Fan before. She looked at him unscrupulously in such an ambiguous position: his eyebrows, his eyes, his tall nose, and his distinct lips …
Gu Zhuting's heart throbbed, but she resisted the urge to kiss him. She suddenly recalled what Yang Fan had just said. After thinking about it for a while, her heart beat faster and faster, so much so that even her thighs were trembling. "People say that when they drink, they speak the truth. Ah Lang, is … is he hinting at me?"
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