My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave - Chapter 39

There seemed to be a smile on Murong Yan’s lips, but Gu Lang instinctively sensed a bit of anger, “No, I…” His chest heaved and he paused, “Then what do you want?”

Murong Yan hooked his jet-black hair, twisting it around his shoulders, and said, “Of course… be my crown princess.”

“Nonsense,” Gu Lang said, “how can a man be a crown princess.”

Murong Yan: “If you promise, you will have it.”

Gu Lang frowned deeply and said nothing.

“You can think about it for a few more days,” Murong Yan rubbed his fingers against the ambiguous red mark on his neck, “Think clearly, and then tell me.”

Gu Lang’s neck was itchy from his rubbing, and he said uncomfortably, “Take your hand away.”

Murong Yan smiled and said, “Then give me a kiss?”

Gu Lang raised his eyes and glared at him.

Murong Yan: “Why are you ashamed, last night…”

Gu Lang covered his mouth with one hand, “Shut up!”

Murong Yan’s eyes were full of smiles, he pulled down his hand to cover his heart, and kissed him deeply in the hazy morning light.

Murong Yan went downstairs refreshed in the clothes he had pulled out from Gu Lang’s closet. The body of last night had been buried, and the blood on the ground had been washed away by a heavy rain.

Zhao Zhuo was cooking porridge under the bamboo building, and when he saw Murong Yan wearing his young master’s clothes, he remembered the shaking sound of the bamboo bed that rang for most of the night last night, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, “Mr. Murong, early…”

“Uncle Zhao,” Murong Yan smiled, “You don’t need to be so outspoken if you are not a son.”

Zhao Zhuo looked puzzled. If he wasn’t called Young Master Murong, what would he be called?

“His Royal Highness,” Inunmi ran over with a few bags of buns, “Do you want to eat buns?”

Murong Yan said, “You guys can eat, I have something else to do, so I’ll go back first.”

Inunmi nodded and asked, “Then those people last night…”

“It’s alright, the Zheng residence didn’t touch him so quickly. Tomorrow, Zheng Yufei will have no time to protect himself, so he has no time to take care of this.” Murong Yan patted Canni’s shoulder, “Watch carefully.”

Zhao Zhuo looked at the back of Murong Yan’s departure, and said incomprehensibly, “It’s not called Young Master Murong, do you want to be called His Royal Highness?”

Inunsi bit the bun, and suddenly realized: “Your young master is the crown princess, so His Highness is your young master-husband?”

Zhao Zhuo: “…”

The more Inuji thought about it, the more right he was, “Young master, yes, if you call your Highness like that in the future, he must be very happy.”

“It’s not good,” Zhao Zhuo hesitated, “However, it’s also His Royal Highness…”

Inunsi waved his hand and said: “His Royal Highness likes these nonsense titles. I heard that when he first opened the Shanhe Casino, he always asked everyone to call him the head of the family, saying that he sounded imposing… Sun Fang has been called smooth, and now he has changed it. Don’t come.”

Zhao Zhuo was also a little unable to change. It took him several days to realize that the Murong son, who was often chased and beaten by his young master before, turned out to be the dignified Prince Dayan. But the royal majesty, why does Young Master Murong… look like a rogue?

“I heard that His Highness was not like this before.” Inumi said, “But he opened a mountain and river casino at the age of seventeen, and he gambled with the gangsters in the market every day for a piece of money, and it has become like this in less than two years.”

Zhao Zhuo: “…”

On this day, it was not until nearly noon that Gu Lang opened the door and went down to the bamboo building. But he seemed a little absent-minded, sitting on the bamboo chair for most of the day.

Zhao Zhuo was a little worried, “Master, what’s wrong?”

Inunami said: “Do you miss His Highness?”

Zhao Zhuo: “…Young Master Murong only left in the morning.”

“Didn’t you say that you haven’t seen each other for a day, like every three autumns?” Inumi said in a eloquent manner, “It’s been more than half a day, and it’s more than one autumn!”

Zhao Zhuo suddenly felt that it also made sense.

That night, Gu Lang sat under the lamp and polished his knife. Zhao Zhuo saw that he had been in a trance all day, and was afraid that he would accidentally hurt his hand. Just as he was about to go to persuade him, he saw that his hand shook, and his fingers were really scratched, and blood came out all at once.

Gu Lang looked at the bright red blood on his fingers, and Murong Yan’s naked body suddenly appeared in his mind, so hot, dripping with sticky sweat, hooking his limbs…

When Zhao Zhuo saw blood on Gu Lang’s finger, he was horrified, “Short…”

Um? Why is the young master’s face so red?