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Gu Fang thought he had already been calm enough. He had always been calm. Whether it was the corrupt former Minister of the Ministry of Revenue dying in front of him, or the National Duke’s mansion, secretly colluding with the former crown prince’s faction, turning into a bloodbath in front of him, he remained indifferent. Life and death, parting and separation, he had seen enough of them and had long become accustomed to them. During the two or three years of estrangement from Jing Xuan, he often felt that life, spanning a hundred years, was nothing more than this. Living wasn’t impossible, and dying wasn’t a big deal. When he realized that the emotions he yearned for were destined to be hopeless in this life, he had become like an ancient well, filled with the fallen leaves of late autumn, covered with the white snow of winter, quietly rotting and withering away in a place where no one cared. He thought he would continue this way until death arrived. Everyone else thought he...
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 "........" Fck you This world is too absurd, too terrifying. Jing Xuan in a flurry of motion, tried to get up. However, his bedding and Gu Fang’s bedding had already tangled together, and were crushed by the broken wooden board. No matter how hard he tried, he could only repeatedly fall back onto Gu Fang. The wooden board continued to make loud crashing and shaking noises, mixing with the sounds of seductive music next door, causing Jing Xuan to become red-faced and flustered. He could only glare at Gu Fang viciously: "Why don’t you move!" Gu Fang, holding his waist, leisurely responded: "With the wife on top, the heavens naturally do not need to move." Jing Tong: "?" Gu Fang explained: "The man from earlier spoke with a distinct dialect from Yizhou, and he could carry a male concubine with him. This indicates his wealth, but his rough speech suggests he is not from an official family. He must be a merchant who travels between the ...

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When these words registered in his mind, Jing Xuan first felt a chill, then a surge of rage. What kind of terrible riddle was this? Even the riddles Jing Yi came up with during the New Year were better than this. He immediately jumped up. "Gu Fang, with such behavior, do you still have the bearing of a teacher to the Emperor?!" Gu Fang responded cheerfully, "I am but a mere merchant now, naturally far removed from the lofty airs of noble scholars. I only speak in the vernacular." "You..." Jing Xuan still wanted to say something, but someone inside the inn had already poked their head out from the window, as if to watch the commotion. Priorities first, Jing Xuan could only wrap his arm around Gu Fang’s shoulder, using a fur cloak to half-cover their figures and hide his face, snuggling against Gu Fang as they entered the inn's last remaining room. Since this was the only remaining room, the furnishings were naturally poor. At the end of the cor...

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Jing Xuan felt that, given Gu Fang's despicable nature, he was truly capable of doing something as shameless as drugging someone through a kiss.  Terrified, he immediately "swish" opened his eyes wide, attempting to lash out in furious condemnation. However, his cheeks were already pinched by Gu Fang, causing them to cave in, and his lips were rounded into a pout. So, the moment he opened his mouth, his upper and lower lips anxiously met—"pfft"—a bubble slipped out along the shape of his lips. "...." Pop. It burst. "...." Gu Fang could no longer hold back and let out a silent laugh. What was even more excessive was that while he laughed, his other hand was still pinching Jing Xuan’s cheeks. Jing Xuan, puffing his lips like a goldfish, was both angry and frustrated "Mmmnngh! Wah wah! Jiliguagua!" Gu Fang tilted his head, amusement hidden in his eyes: "Your Majesty is cursing me for being inhuman?" Jing Xuan glared ...

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The cool sensation melted into the heat, breath and life passing through scalding lips and tongues. Jing Xuan had kissed Gu Fang before, but those were always moments of confusion and desire, driven by instinct. Each time, Gu Fang was so dominant and forceful that he had no room to think, to perceive, to experience. So, rather than a kiss, it had always felt like a predetermined step in a ritual of lust. But at this moment, he was clear-headed. Gu Fang was clear-headed too. He could clearly see Gu Fang closing his eyes as he leaned in. His long, straight lashes, like the tails of birds landing softly on a branch, pressed down in the water, hiding all traces of desire from those deep, dark eyes. All he could feel was the light brush of their noses, the seamless touch of their lips. He could have simply straightened his body and risen above the water to breathe. He could have done that. But for some reason, when he looked at Gu Fang’s quietly lowered lashes, he suddenly remember...