CFB Chapter 73.2

Translator – Xiao He Lian

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Chapter 73.2

 

Shen Zhen was stunned.

The evening wind was a little chilly, and the air tasted bitter when it entered her throat. “Heir Apparent?”

Su Heng smiled, “You are the only one in Chang’an who still calls me Heir Apparent.”

Shen Zhen then realized that she had called the wrong person and immediately changed the address, “My Lord.”

“You can call me whatever you want.”

The two of them sat down in the pavilion and Shen Zhen tilted her head to look at him.

When he was young, Su Heng was tall and thin, with a graceful figure, but now he is like the pine trees on the cliffs, lonely, towering and standing straight.

After nearly three years of separation, Shen Zhen felt that he was both strange and familiar. After looking at each other in silence, they both spoke at the same time.

Su Heng asked: “Have you been wronged during this period?”

Shen Zhen said: “I heard about the matter of the Duke of Protectorate. My Lord, please accept my condolences.”

Qingxi brought tea, placed it on the table, and then slowly retreated.

The dark blue sky was dyed by the red clouds, becoming darker and darker. Su Heng looked at the eyes as bright as stars in front of him and could not recover for a long time.

In a blink of an eye, she has grown up so much.

Su Heng’s eyes dimmed slightly, and he smiled and talked to her about Mobei[mfn](North of the Gobi desert; Outer Mongolia)[/mfn]. He talked about how cold the snowy days in Mobei were, how hot the sunny days were and how the cat Shen Zhen gave him had already given birth to the fifth generation of offspring.

Shen Zhen had two cats when she was a child, but because she was allergic to their fur, Madam Yunyang forced her to send the cats away. The little girl burst into tears, so Su Heng had to think of a solution for her and he came to raise it for her.

Shen Zhen’s eyes lit up, “Did the Marquis bring them back as well?”

“I brought them all back because I wanted you to see them.” Su Heng nodded, “Now those kittens have occupied my yard.”

After all, the two were childhood sweethearts, and once they talked about the past, their relationship immediately became much closer. Su Heng poured her tea as usual, picked up the teapot, and tilted it slowly.

Even though he tried his best to control himself, he couldn’t hide the fact that his entire arm was shaking.

“What’s wrong with your hand?” Shen Zhen looked at him and asked.

Su Heng glanced at her and said casually, “Injured.”

“How did you get injured?”

“Someone cut my tendons.”

Shen Zhen covered her mouth and whispered: “Then can you still…” pick up the sword?

Who wouldn’t know what a general’s arm meant?

“Isn’t there still a left hand?” Su Heng laughed.

The sky was getting darker, a faint shadow was cast on him. Time reversed and Shen Zhen suddenly thought of many years ago… She couldn’t help but feel a sourness in her nose and burst into tears.

Su Heng looked into her eyes and whispered, “Why, do you dislike me?”

Shen Zhen quickly shook her head.

Su Heng took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. “Why are you crying? I can still play polo with my left hand.”

“Really?” Shen Zhen took the handkerchief and wiped her tears herself.

Su Heng’s hands were empty and he immediately said, “Of course it’s true. If you don’t believe me, go and ask around.”

Shen Zhen knew that he was comforting her.

After a long silence, Su Heng looked at her seriously, “Remember, from now on, Changping Marquis Mansion will be your backer.”

I will never let you suffer the injustice you have suffered again.…

 

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Jingzhao Prefecture.

Lord Lu had been busy all day. In the morning, he went to the Imperial Hospital to retrieve the records of plagues since the founding of the Jin Dynasty. Then he spent the entire afternoon reading the files in front of him.

He put his index finger on his forehead and rubbed it for a while.

Sun Xu was puzzled. He had worked with Lord Lu for many years, but he had never seen him take the initiative to investigate a case. He asked, “Why does Lord Lu want to see the records of these plagues?”

Lu Yan said casually: “Just taking a look.”

Sun Xu nodded thoughtfully, and then looked outside to see that the weather was good. He said, “After work, Lord Lu, do you want to go to the restaurant with us for a drink? Both Lord Lu and Lord Zheng are going.”

Lu Yan raised his eyes and said, “You guys go ahead. I still have some files to read, so I won’t be able to accompany you.

Sun Xu gave him a gesture of admiration and said with a smile: “Lord Lu is indeed worthy of being a distinguished official of Chang’an City.”

In the evening, most of the people in the yamen had left. When Lu Yan put down his pen, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart. This kind of pain was so familiar to him.

After a moment, he could no longer sit still. Looking at the darkening sky outside, he could not help but snort, thinking that she indeed knew how to make him worry.

After getting on the carriage, Lu Yan whispered, “Today we will go from Baoning lane, take a detour and then return to the mansion.”

“I understand.” Yang Zong said.

The carriage turned and headed south, slowly driving into Baoning lane. However, the moment it stopped in front of the Shen residence, even Yang Zong didn’t dare to speak.

In front of the Shen residence, there was actually… another carriage parked across the gate.

“What’s going on?”

Lu Yan lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked up, his eyes darkened and his heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment.

The anger in his heart instantly overwhelmed the pain.

This is the carriage from the Marquis of Changping’s mansion.

After a moment’s silence, Lu Yan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, with a creepy smile in his eyes and turned the ring on his hand.

You are really great, Shen Zhen. We’ve only been apart for a few days and you’re already crying for someone else.

Yang Zong swallowed his saliva and whispered: “Master, let’s…”

“Go back home.”

Lu Yan let down the curtain.

 

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