ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
Chapter 69. Strange Disbursement

He rarely smiled just the look of his dark eyes looking at little Huan towards the teenager with a deep gaze piercing through the yellow grass in the Beiyu meadow.

Consort Huan stood there in the crumbs of his memories piercing through the mountains and seas, going back to that elapsed moment, That young man, he remained calm, his eyes were red, smiling occasionally and acting calm. From then on, his night was a dream event, when he was still so small and Yuhuai a few years on it.

Consort Huan's right hand pressed the massage even stronger, while her other hand slid her hair back, she felt a brass hairpick, the tip sharp and pointed. Even sometimes his scalp was injured because he always infiltrated it behind his hair when he entered into the room of His Holiness Nan.

His fingers trembled, the desire to plunge the thing to free the traces of vengeance, stabbing it many times wherever the hairpins had been vandalized. But the more the intention was to wash the more his right hand continued to massage the emperor's forehead, massaging his neck, massaging his shoulders, massaging his back, as if massaging his entire life.

He looked at him at the top of the king's head, looking at the brother of the man he had been chasing for half his life on the top of Beiyu mountain, loved by him and now self-conscious that he was being played with by the prince, he had only clapped one hand for half his life.

His heart soared violently, as if about to jump out of his mouth, this is how, what can I do, isn't this like the best? He endured suffering, struggled, accepted humiliation, endured misery, endured torment, all that waiting, isn't it for the sake of the present? The time was near he would bet his life to avenge all his dead ancestors being hanged disrespectfully like the evil traitors.

At the same time behind the door, a man in a dark blue coat stood like a statue, she said, his goosebumps caught the moaning from within and his brother's voice was like one who was so satisfied.

Nan Yuhuai, clenching his hands, his eyes did not blink as if he was trying to gather those sounds into his head.

The personal eunuch His Highness Nan bowed once more and made a sound,

"Is...do the Prince still want to see His Majesty?" Ask with trembling. He very much hoped that Prince Nan Yuhuai would undo the intention to interfere with the pleasure of His Highness Nan with his new concubine. He was afraid of being subjected to His Majesty's wrath.

The light in front of the hall was dim, unenviable containing a strange red color, a bright yellow candle

it lit up quietly, emitting a very gentle radiance onto the stiff Nan Yuhuai's back.

Amidst the dim light as if it could tear off the black mantle cloth and fly away quickly, it frowned, its ears could only hear the rumbling sound that was rolling in the horizon, so far away, it was, yet so close.

"no need. I can come back tomorrow morning." He turned around and stepped outside the hall, he did not need a guide anymore. His Highness Nan Chen's personal eunuch bowed in relief, he felt the burden on his shoulders evaporate just like that.

He stared happily at the sudden departure of Prince Yuhuai right after a servant from the Harem palace delivered the news of the death of Madame Siaw.

A small eunuch carrying an umbrella chased him Pamgeran Nan Yuhuai, as soon as the young prince stepped out of the hallway of the king.

He immediately followed and taught his master a giant step that was slowly walking in the long hallway, the night mist filled the air, the rain fell on his shoulders, like a shadow of a lonely demon.

"Mr Prince, where are we going?" He was confused when he realized they were not heading towards the direction of the Yangguang hall but passing through the path towards the harem

Prince Yuhuai's eyebrows shot up, then he spoke slowly.

"We're heading for the Harem palace."

The young eunuch who was only a dozen years old nodded his head obediently.

"Who are we going to visit these nights?" Asked the eunuch in a curious manner, he was innocent and pleasant therefore Yuhuai chose him to replace his eunuch who had aged enough.

"We're going to see my sister Xue Lian." Answer's short. And the little eunuch no longer asked his master. They had to go through the Harem Kitchen building because of the Xue palace where Xue Lian was there.

That night was so long. The sound of the night bird breaks the silence. Elsewhere, from the back of the kitchen of the harem palace, Xue Xue and Zhao Juren settled back into the Harem palace.

"You're gonna have to get out of here tomorrow." Xue Xue warned.

"Harem is not a safe place, especially for a man, once you are known to enter this area then your punishment can not be bargained again. The harem was the king's private territory, and the only men who could be here were the king's close relatives and it had to be for the right reasons." Said Xue Xue.

He turned his head back because there was no sound from behind his back and when he found Zhao Juren's worried face almost faded all that, he sighed for a moment.

"God, you always make trouble for me general." His complaint. He picked up a cloth attached to his waist and unceasingly stalely attached it to Zhao Juren's head.

"Wear this!" his orders indifferently.

"Why do you have to wear a veil like this?"

"Look at the face of your man soon to be clear, the powder and dye of your lips have all worn off. You want the guards in this harem to throw you in jail because you're caught infiltrating?"

Zhao Juren shook her shoulders, she was unshakeable about her appearance. Especially late at dawn like this.

At that moment two bodyguards were seen patrolling, swiftly Xue pulled Zhao Juren's arm behind a Peach tree, they were already not far from Nan Luoxia's residence, Xue Palace.

Zhao Juren was surprised when their positions were so close, standing close to each other and barely making a sound. Only their eyes looked at each other, blinking not letting go of each other. Xue Xue's hand gripped Zhao Juren's arm even she forgot to let go while Zhao Juren accidentally placed her hand on Xue Xue's back.

The two gazes were glowing copy, steeped in the black color in each other's spheres, clingy as if it was a distant and deep cave, looking at each other to find out what was in its depths. The two did not realize that their heartbeats were racing stronger than before. In fact they almost listened to each other for that strange gurgling exchange.

A while the scene unfolded, until then they knew the guards had moved away. With a blush Xue Xue let go of her grasp and the noisy Zhao Juren immediately distanced her hand from Xue Xue's back.

"Oh, they're gone." Xue Xue looked wrong. Zhao Juren nodded, calming the strange debur that was still left.

"You, come with me!" suddenly Xue Xue pulled back Zhao Juren's arm. This girl really likes to do things that are sudden and surprising without cue and her movements are almost undeniable.

"Eh, where?"

"To my room!"

"Your room?"

"Follow it, don't talk too much."

Nan Yuhuai