Chu Ya left again, and Bai Lu didn’t even know why he had come. He didn’t beat him or scold him, he just said a few words in an argument, and then walked away angrily.
In fact, given their current disparity in status, Bai Lu was like an ant being pinched between his fingertips. Chu Ya could easily kill him, but he didn’t. He just kept him here… Could it be that he was preparing to torture him? Kill him again?
Since ancient times, the grudge of a former lover has been greater than the heaven. Bai Lu had no doubt that Chu Ya, his former boyfriend, probably wanted to skin him alive, tear him limb from limb. Conversely, Bai Lu also hated him.
He was lying on the bed in the dungeon, worried. In the opposite cell, the prison guard was cleaning up the bodies and bloodstains, making dragging and wiping the floor. Outside, the sound of rain grew louder and louder, making Bai Lu increasingly restless, tossing and turning in the sound of heavy rain.
The rain was disturbing, but also strangely hypnotic. Bai Lu tightened the blanket around himself and slowly fell asleep.
Pitter-patter…
In the pitch-black, heavy midnight, the rain poured down heavily, raindrops pounding the surging sea surface, sounding like sizzling oil in a frying pan. The fierce wind whipped up waves, crashing violently against the rugged rocks, splashing water everywhere.
A bolt of lightning split the black sky, illuminating the entire sea surface.
Bai Lu stood alone on the deck of a yacht, the railing behind him already precarious due to the scuffle. His right foot was less than a foot away from the edge, ready to fall from the swaying deck into the turbulent sea at any moment.
But he didn’t seem afraid, just coldly staring at the man in front of him, and the gun aiming at his heart.
The man was tall and slender, his black windbreaker completely soaked by the rain, the hem of his clothes was fluttering in the wind.
His face was very handsome, with firm and fierce brows, full of unruly and harsh charm. Rainwater flowed freely on his face, maybe into his eyes, but he remained unmoved, staring fixedly at Bai Lu, his voice hoarse as he growled, “What else do you have to say now?!”
“No.” Bai Lu opened his hands towards him, as calmly as if he were about to hug him, openly admitting, “Your father is still lying on the hospital bed, unconscious, and it was me who caused it.”
“I approached you, pretended to love you for three years, just to use you to avenge my mother. I never liked you. Everything was just as you investigated… My only regret is not truly killing that old bastard, so my mother’s soul could rest in peace.”
The man’s fingers tightly gripped the gun, his index finger resting on the trigger, trembling violently.
With a click, he loaded the pistol and pointed it at Bai Lu’s chest
again. His eyes were bloodshot, shining coldly like a tempered sword.
He spoke word by word, gritting his teeth, “Say it again!!”
Each word he uttered was filled with despair and agony, yet also carried an imperceptible hope.
As long as the person in front of him was willing to deny it, even without any evidence, even if everyone accused him and the evidence was overwhelming, he is willing to believe him.
However, Bai Lu just leaned against the railing and smiled lightly.
“Chu Ya, I’ve never spoken the truth to you in these three years. Just these few words today can’t be any truer. I despise you. That bastard Chu Shen killed my mother. I hate you and the entire Chu family.”
A sharp female voice came from behind, “What are you waiting for? Kill him to avenge your father!”
Chu Ya stared at him in agony, the veins almost popping out on the back of his hand, as the heavy rain poured down.
The smile at the corner of Bai Lu’s mouth silently disappeared, his eyes turning red. He stared tightly at Chu Ya and suddenly shouted, “Shoot, just shoot!!”
In almost an instant, Chu Ya fired the gun, the bullet whizzing through the air, so clear amid the pouring rain, almost piercing everyone’s eardrums.
Immediately afterwards, a huge and gorgeous blood burst from Bai Lu’s chest. His vision blurred for a moment, and he seemed to see Chu Ya’s shocked eyes.
—What are you surprised about? Wasn’t it you who fired the gun?
This thought only lasted for half a second. His body was propelled by the inertia of the bullet, crashing out of the railing, falling rapidly, hitting the sea surface heavily. It felt like landing on concrete, the pain of bones shattering into pieces!
Under the immense force of the bullet, Bai Lu’s rib was almost shattered!
As consciousness faded, he seemed to see someone jumping from the deck without hesitation, desperately reaching out to him.
Bai Lu closed his eyes, feeling absurd.
What are you jumping down for? Want to die with a fraud like me?
No need, right? Still think this life isn’t enough?
He only hoped not to see him… in the next life…
Next life…
“!!!”
Bai Lu suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up abruptly from the bed, drenched in sweat. His chest rose and fell violently with each breath, and his pupils tightened in alarm as if frightened.
It was a nightmare, the same one he had been having for three consecutive days since arriving in this world and being thrown into the dungeon. Of course, it was also something that had actually happened before he crossed over.
Bai Lu subconsciously touched his chest, feeling the soft silk fabric. It was the attire from the Songlou Inn; he hadn’t had a chance to change.
He lifted his arm and saw a slender, fair hand, ad couldn’t help but sigh again.
God damn it, in his previous life, Chu Ya was the privileged eldest son of a powerful family, while he was just an underground fighter in irregular combat matches, or at best, a thug. But now, after crossing over to this inexplicable era, Chu Ya was still an influential emperor, while he had become a weakling in a Inn.
It was so unfair, not even comparable to his previous life!
At least Bai Lu had been a cool guy in his previous life, standing at 1.8 meters tall with six-pack abs. But now…
Look at this sharp little chin, slender shoulders, and delicate waist. His wrists were so thin they seemed like they could break with a twist. Except for the area between his legs, there were no other masculine features.
He was shot into the sea by Chu Ya, and was unconscious for an unknown period of time. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in an antique room. Then someone told him he was the most famous qin player in Wangyue Tower in the capital, named Lin Xiao’an.
Before Bai Lu could figure out what was going on, he was sent to the palace in a carriage to play the qin at the Spring Festival banquet.
Oh yeah, when he entered the palace, a girl accompanying him handed him a sachet, which he casually put in his pocket without much thought. Presumably, that girl was Lin Xiaoan’s sweetheart.
At the Spring Festival banquet in the palace, the sound of silk and bamboo filled the air, and the dancers gracefully performed on the embroidered silk carpet in the middle. The guests on both sides were enjoying themselves, and the atmosphere was elegant and lively.
Bai Lu was like a newbie who entered a game without reading the instructions, following the guidance of the palace maid. He placed the qin on the table and glanced up, seeing a figure sitting behind the pearl curtain, barely discernible. But that position was undoubtedly the main seat in the entire hall, undoubtedly the emperor.
A female official beside him asked him to play the qin. Bai Lu didn’t know how, but fortunately, he could play the guitar and knew the music.
As for the guqin, he had accidentally learned a piece once, not some masterpiece, but a popular song that had spread everywhere and was even heard as a mobile phone ringtone— “Love Trade”
Back then, he had learned it with a playful attitude, never expecting it to come in handy. But Bai Lu felt uneasy; if he played this piece, wouldn’t he be killed on the spot?
Then he thought, Forget it, I’ve already died once, what’s there to be afraid of dying again?
So Bai Lu confidently cleared his throat and, under the gaze of everyone around, began to play.
The extremely discordant pop music suddenly filled the magnificent hall, as if a spoonful of Lao ganma chili sauce had been added to a strawberry milkshake out of thin air, everyone looked like they had seen a ghost.
After a long time, an old minister, tears streaming down his face, said in a trembling voice, “This piece is truly a masterpiece, with its high and mournful tones, as if one could see a lovesick woman being deceived and abandoned by her lover, experiencing the joy and sorrow she wants but cannot get. It’s truly heartbreaking!”
Bai Lu thought to himself that this old minister would definitely score full marks in reading comprehension.
At the end of the piece, as Bai Lu’s fingers left the strings, the curtain in front of the main seat suddenly lifted by a eunuch, and the young emperor locked eyes with Bai Lu under the shining lights several meters away.
The banquet fell silent, and Bai Lu had no idea about the rule that the emperor’s gaze was not to be met directly, so he just stared back at him blankly.
At that moment, he still didn’t know that the man in front of him was Chu Ya. If he did, he definitely wouldn’t have played that piece; instead, he would have smashed the paulownia guqin over the man’s head.
He stood on the ground waiting for His Majesty to speak first, but after a long while, no one said anything.
Bai Lu thought to himself: This emperor is quite handsome, but his eyes are too similar to Chu Ya’s, points deducted, points deducted! What is he trying to do, staring at me like this? Could it be that he’s waiting for me to bow? Should I kneel? How do I kneel? Is there any dirt on the ground? How dirty, how about I bow to him?
After a long time lost in his thoughts, the emperor suddenly walked down from his high seat and stood in front of Bai Lu. He lowered his voice and asked in a low voice “What is your name?”
“Well…Lin, Lin Xiao’an.”
“I said your real name.”
“Real name…” Bai Lu suddenly became alert. Before he could react, he
saw the emperor looking at him with a half-smile on his lips, “You are
not from here, are you?”
Although it was a question, judging from the emperor’s tone, it was obvious that he had already made up his mind.
Bai Lu was stunned for a moment, and then he asked jokingly: “Your Majesty, please stop scaring me. What do you mean by not being from
here?”
The emperor did not speak, but carefully traced Bai Lu’s eyebrows and contours with his eyes. After a while, he lowered his body, almost close to his ear, and spoke in a calm and sinister tone.
“Is it you, A-Bai?”
Bai Lu trembled, and the sense of ruthlessness all over his body suddenly disappeared, as if a giant hand had plucked a long, sharp thorn out of thin air. Without lifting his head, he gazed upward from below, like a calm but extremely vigilant beast.
He almost asked word by word, “Who are you?”
The young emperor raised his hand and pressed it against Bai Lu’s chest, his fingertips touching his heart, his eyes staring at him fiercely, his tone gentle yet extremely resentful, as if every word was soaked in blood and tears:
“It’s the fool who once loved you for three years and was used by you for three years!”
“! ! ! ”
Bai Lu slammed the other person’s hand away and stared at him. His body was shaking violently and his chest was gasping for air, not because of fear, but because of anger.
Bai Lu gritted his teeth, filled with extreme hatred, and squeezed out a name from deep in his throat, accompanied by flecks of blood, “Chu Ya!”
Although his appearance, age, and clothing had changed, Bai Lu still sensed a hint of the scent of his former bed mate from the eyes of this young emperor.
Chu Ya said calmly, “It’s me.”
Then, there was no more, because after Bai Lu heard this sentence, he picked up the qin on the table and smashed it over without saying a
word.
Then he was imprisoned in the dungeon, as Chu Ya said he wanted to temper his sharpness first.
Comrade Bai Lu was very unhappy. Obviously, he had not fully realized that his former lover, who had once shared a bed with him, was now the emperor, ruling over all, and had not realized that he was now in a strictly hierarchical era. Not to mention being on equal footing with the emperor, even showing the slightest disrespect to the royal family is a capital offense.
All he knew was that his detestable ex-boyfriend had thrown him into this damp, cold, and boring dungeon. Although the food was decent, he was still unhappy, extremely unhappy. He didn’t like anyone and felt like punching someone.
Dewy on BLPSG Chapter 86: The Emperor’s old illness: “I want QingCi to give this little wolf a big slap after healing him -__-” Oct 23, 13:18
