Chapter 336 — The Warning
Purple Streets of Chang'an · Page 4 of 4
Song Yan thought of her beneath him, going from stiff to soft, from soft to a state where, so long as it was him, the slightest touch would stir her passion... In an instant his chest felt as though a pool of spring water were flowing there, gentle and soft, as if it were rippling and about to overflow; he could not help but bend down and embrace Dou Yan, kissing her temples and the corners of her hair with exquisite tenderness.
Dou Yan sighed.
The sound was faint, but Song Yan heard it all the same.
He lifted his head and gazed at Dou Yan with clear, bright eyes. "What is it?"
Dou Yan saw her own figure reflected in his eyes.
Did this count as "you within me, and I within you"?
Entranced, she reached out and gently stroked the corner of his eye, murmuring, "Don't go drinking with singsong girls anymore..."
Song Yan was taken aback, then burst out laughing. "All right, I won't go drinking with singsong girls anymore!"
He gathered Dou Yan into his arms.
Dou Yan's face burned, and she buried it in Song Zhi's chest, unable to lift her head.
Beneath the eaves, the great red lanterns swayed merrily in the wind, shedding a wash of ruddy light.
Yet within the Osmanthus Fragrance Courtyard, rumors were sprouting on every side: "Have you heard? The Duke of Jingzhen has not long to live?"
"Is that the sort of thing one may say lightly?"
"I am not deceiving you. His Majesty is to reside at the Western Park for some days, and had meant to take the heir with him, but the Duke is ill, and the heir feared the Young Gentleman might at any moment... so he begged an imperial decree to remain at home and nurse the sick."
"Impossible, surely? The Duke looks ruddy-faced enough; he hardly seems like a man at death's door!"
"What do you know of it? This is the last flare of a guttering lamp! Else why would the Imperial Medical Academy prescribe nothing but tonics to nourish the qi and enrich the blood?"
"That is so! The Academy's physicians say the Duke has caught a chill, yet he neither coughs nor runs a fever, which is hardly like a chill at all... Could it be you have guessed rightly after all?"
The speaker's voice dropped even lower: "I hear that over at the Yizhi Hall they have lately bought up quantities of incense candles and white cloth..."
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