潮篡(二十七) 不堪 古代/架空 宫廷 玄幻 女频 中篇

Inside the political legislature palace
…months haven’t stay over harem
Arrangement to choose an empress…
Age of twenty-five but still without a child
Or consider adopting from clan
Hundreds of ministers stand within various factions arguing and fighting against one another.
Meanwhile, Chu Han is suffering from unbearable abdominal pain that his hands are about to thrust through the lower dress of dragon robe. A muffled hum leaks out from his throat.
Birds and finches’ noise inside the palace suddenly shut.

And all brightness abruptly darkened as in rainy day.
One pair,
Two pairs,
Ten few pairs,
Over a hundred pairs of inky face-less eye white and eye black simultaneously turned around their heads,
Straightly staring at Chu Han sitting on the emperor’s chair.
All at once, a piercing scream cut out the dead silence, “You morons! How could you let a pregnant woman get into palace, and impersonating the emperor?!”
Chu Han looks down in panic, and sees the red throne under has been swilled with blood.

Soldiers who stationed outside for an unknown period of time, start rushing into palace.
Wang gong gong instantly holds up Chu Han’s arm to escape.
People at the back are chasing tightly, follow them all the way to the secret tunnel that links toward the outer side of royal palace.
As the exit is getting close, Chu Han is nearly worn out. He forcibly stands still to avoid from tumbling. But just in this short moment of resting, a sharp arrow shoots out from bowstring, directly going towards Chu Han.

“PU CHI (sound of arrow impaling flesh)” the arrow impales one’s chest, sticking in heart of the person in front at the very last end.
“Wang Fu!!!”
And following up is a push that shove Chu Han out of the tunnel.
Torch ignites all explosives buried inside dirt walls.
After the bombing of landslide and ground crack, the tunnel exit is only left with sand and clod.
Rain pitter-patter from sky to ground, washing down countless blood water from Chu Han’s body.
He is kneeling down with both knees on muddy loess. Dragon robe that is originally color in Zhe Huang(color of yellow with red mixed within) has been soiled.

Raindrops hitting on his cheek, may be is his tear. But he does not feel any sorrow.
World is big but he has no place to go.
He grew up like a canary living in a golden cage called palace. Once he leaves, he dies.
When eyes open again, in the dark, tear-stains have ran all over Chu Han’s face. His nose is completely stuffed, having to breathe through his mouth.
“Ha——”
“Hu———”
“Ha—— ——”
“Hu— — — —”
The old dike that hasn’t been maintained for so long, is finally, unable to withstand the billowing flood that roar and crash asunder its bones and muscles.

He crouches his body, wraps his face under quilt to hide all shattering cries.
A few candles in room lighting onto the bed’s quilt hill, that is flickering like a spark of flame.
In the side palace, Xue Niaoer who is preparing to sleep, turns back her head, looking towards the main palace.
She hastily puts on an outer Shan and comes to the door of main palace.
While Wang gong gong is keeping vigil, he quickly sobers himself as he sees Xue Niaoer.
“Has gong gong hear any sound from Bi Xia?”

“What happened to Huang Shang?” Wang gong gong is talking as he is about to open the door and check.
Xue Niaoer stops him, “If there’s anything happened with Bi Xia, he’ll definitely call you, so there might be something he’s uncomfortable to let you know. What if, you let me slip in to check? If you are not rest assured, you could come in after half cup of tea.”
Wang gong gong exchanges Fu Chen (a kind of duster that eunuch holds) in between his hands for a couple time, and finally agree to it.

The suffocating cover got pulled away. All of a sudden, Chu Han’s inflamed eyes and the sheet stained with wetness under him are exposed within the cold air.
After Chu Han sees clear the person who came, he pulls back the quilt to cover up his bottom, and snuffle with rage, “What are you doing here? Get the f_ _k out!”
He grabs up the jade pillow beside his hand and hit it towards Xue Niaoer.
“F_ _k off!!” There throws a sword.
“F_ _k!!!” And empty chamber pot.

Xue Niaoer caught every single thing and put them onto tea-table, and gone, crashing right into Wang gong gong who heard the noise and walked in.
Chu Han retracts himself back to the soaked quilt.
The quilt nest that is previously warm, has dissipated all its heat, and becomes damp and chilling.
Parturition in the nightmare did not happen, however, he experienced incontinence during sleep. The smell of urine that whiff into his nose and wet innerwear pants sticking tightly on skin between his thighs keep reminding him about this fact, and drag him into a swamp of self-hatred.

Fetus inside belly is punching and moving without stopping, which ruthlessly squash every single organ within his trunk.
Sickness, Shame, Discomfort, Helpless.
Hasn’t be able to get over the nightmare still, right now he just wants to burry this kind of body he has deep down into dirt, and leave it fester.
The quilt got pulled away again, a mouthful of wrath is held at the tip of Chu Han’s tongue.
What he sees is Xue Niaoer, who uses a ripped off sleeve as a blindfold to cover her eyes. The outer Shan which lacks one side of its sleeve make her looks ludicrous.

“What’s the big deal? Just change the sheet and wear a pants.”
Blindfold cloth covering does not affect Xue Niaoer’s action at all. She swiftly takes off Chu Han’s innerwear pants and holds him to stand up on the bed. Then she takes out a brocade handkerchief from bosom to wipe down the urine on his bottom.
Chu Han subconsciously back off one step. Xue Niaoer worries that he might not stand steadily, so she reaches out to hold his waist, but she then feels inappropriate to do so, hence she lets go of him right away.

“It’s dirty.”
Chu Han quietly stares at Xue Niaoer awhile, and said so.
Xue Niaoer kind of don’t know what to with him now. She throws the handkerchief to floor and says, “Wait here.” And then walks out the door.
Air freezed by the dark cold night, slowly instill into naked skin exposed in its space, and infinitely prolong the transitory time of waiting.
So cold.
So, it just gone?
Chu Han buttresses the back of waist with right hand and holds the bed pole with left hand, kneeling one knee on mattress as a support gravity, another leg struggles to try reaching his shoes under bed.

Right on cue, sound of footsteps rises. He jumped up and twist to sit back on the wet sheet, wrapping both legs with quilt, watching Xue Niaoer walking closer towards him.
Xue Niaoer makes a turn and walks to the small nap bed on the side, takes off outer Shan and lays it on top of the bed. After that, she gives a stack of new silk hanky and a pair of pants folded neatly to Chu Han’s hands. She picks up the hanky on the most top and cleans off snot and tear on his face.
“Feels awful?”

Chu Han lets out a hm which sounds like a respond, but also like a compulsive whimper that fail to withhold.
He hates himself for being vulnerable, and do such meaningless thing, which is crying, unlike an emperor.
And next moment, his neck is enfolded by Xue Niaoer who bends down to him, “It’s ok,” Xue Niaoer gently smooths his hair, “I’m here.”
Clearly a rather chilling body temperature, however, makes him feel warmish. Chu Han closes his eyes. Agony slowly drifts away from his heart and body.

Xue Niaoer pats on his back that has no more shiver, and says, “I need to change the sheet. You go there and clean up yourself to wear the pants.”
Without waiting for Chu Han’s answer, she directly holds up Chu Han along with the quilt in her arms and puts him onto the nap bed.
Not knowing what himself is doing or thinking, Chu Han wears up the pants after he finished wiping.
On the other side, Xue Niaoer coarsely tears off the sheet onto ground, flipping the new sheet up down back forth like a fool, and try to figure out which side is head, which side is tail.

Chu Han’s eyes glaze over her, staring, and empty all of his scruple.
Right here, right now, he does not want to think or care about anything other than his own feelings.
Xue Niaoer finished making the bed and handed over those wet sheet and pants to Wang gong gong who is long-awaited outside the door. Then she returns to Chu Han and asks him, “Do you want to shower?”
Chu Han looks up for one glance and soon avert her eyes.
“How about changing your clothes?”
Didn’t see Chu Han averse to it, Xue Niaoer takes that as an acquiescence. She got a clean innerwear tops, helped him change, and held him back to bed.

After she drapes the quilt over Chu Han, she is about to leave.
Chu Han who hasn’t speak a word until now, abruptly talks, “Zhen(I) cramped my legs when I was putting on pants.”
Xue Niaoer turns her head back, “Shall I knead for Bi Xia(you)?”
Chu Han pulls open the quilt and lies down with all limbs stretching out, should be a yes.
Afterward, Chu Han is still silent, and he rather endures the pain of pressing without making any sound by gritting his teeth. Xue Niaoer pretends to be indifferent about it while observing him askance to adjust the exerted force and position, until she hears a relieved deep breath from Chu Han, she then be at ease to keep kneading.

On and off, there puffed some mini-lumps on the belly, where the baby inside is playing too excited.
“Little monster,” Xue Niaoer massaging Chu Han’s leg with one hand, and the other hand poking those small lumps each by each, with her eyes gleam with softness.
“Little mon(小怪)”
“Little lambkin(小乖)”
“Kin-er(乖儿)”
“You gonna be kind and not troubling your dad.”
Again, one small lump protrudes from belly, and then actually peace down for real.
Chu Han got all five flavors of his emotion mixed up now.

“What’s the reason, that bring you back this time?” Light blades stab out from Chu Han’s dark brown irises, like they are intended to dissect Xue Niaoer’s brain.
Xue Niaoer lowers her brow speaking no word, continue rubbing his legs.
All until the candle’s tears drip down for half, and says
“You…”
Chu Han slightly sniffs at what he just heard.
Certainly, he won’t be that ingenuous of mistaking that this monster, or anyone, will fall for him.
And he does not need any love from others either. He only wants their loyalty, just as Wang Fu and his secret guards, that will be good enough. Thus, whether is goodwill or hypocrisy, cannot harm him.

His hand holds up a fistful of hair where Xue Niaoer untied beside, falling into muzzy and relaxed sleep.
This night after, Chu Han stands to reason that Xue Niaoer is at his beck and call.
Hand feet swelling, waist back paining, defec-urin-ating, upsetting, itching, puking. He never thought Xue Niaoer could be this useful before.
崖雁