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You Are Not My Beloved
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A few days ago, Tang Yan found a very interesting little thing, which turned out to be a little girl.
At first, he had no interest in such a yellow-haired girl, but that day, when the little girl looked at him with her sparkling eyes, he felt something stir within him and called for a servant to bring her back.
This was not the first time he had brought someone back to his residence; there had been another one before. Thinking of this made him smile.
The previous one, rather than saying he brought her back, it would be more accurate to say she came to him on her own.
The previous one was named Kong Se, the Kong Se of "Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form."
Tang Yan often teased Kong Se for using her aunt's Buddhist name as her own.
When he brought the little girl back to the residence, Kong Se was leaning on the Couch under the Musk Flower, squinting her eyes and humming softly, her pearly teeth slightly visible.
"Showing a hint of lilac, a clear song momentarily draws forth cherries." This line unexpectedly popped into Tang Yan's mind, which was quite troublesome.
He shook his head and smiled, raising his hand to tap the fan handle.
The person on the Couch casually glanced over; in that glance, she saw Qian Dai.
In the late spring evening breeze, the scent of Musk Flower swirled around, marking what Kong Se believed to be their first encounter.
Tang Yan loved his kingdom and beautiful women alike; unfortunately, his kingdom had been shattered by the capriciousness of the Former Emperor's young daughter.
He became a painter whose hand was rendered useless, a man who could barely hold a wine cup with his right hand.
"Drink today and get drunk today; tomorrow's worries are for tomorrow." Thus, Tang Yan preferred to indulge in wine and linger between beautiful women and fine wine.
The matriarch of the Tang family merely frowned and scolded softly: "Absurd!"
After absurdity came even more absurdity; beautiful women arrived one after another, and cups of fine wine clinked together. What is a pool of wine and a forest of meat?
Qian Dai asked: "Kong Se, is this the one you love?" Kong Se's expression was both infatuated and confused: "He captivates the world; with a single hand, his painting is divine."
Qian Dai sighed lightly, "The Tang Yan you mentioned is already dead."
Kong Se laughed frivolously, "Dead? Then who is this person now? And why are you here?"
"Do you really not remember me?" Qian Dai's features began to blur.
The distant clamor faded away, but the rich scent of wine grew stronger. Accompanied by the sound of broken footsteps, Tang Yan leaned against the camphor tree, lightly calling out from afar, "Kong Se, come here."
The dense camphor trees could not block the moonlight on the fifteenth night; under the mottled shadows, Kong Se's flowing sleeves fluttered as she ran, her figure merging with the shadow beneath the moon gate.
In the cool summer, Kong Se nestled beside Tang Yan in a light garment, her ink-black hair billowing in the wind. The emerald flower ornament on her forehead emitted a faint green glow.
Tang Yan gazed at the lotus pond not far away; these were new lotus flowers after the rain, not yet in full bloom but captivating nonetheless.
Tang Yan picked up a strand of Kong Se's hair, sniffed it, and after pondering for a moment, leaned closer to her ear mischievously and said, "Lazy girl, how long has it been since you bathed? Smell this scent—tut tut."
Kong Se naturally did not believe him and merely glanced at him. However, seeing Tang Yan making a fuss beside her, she couldn't help but quietly sniff her own clothes. But apart from the scent of rouge, there was no other smell.
Tang Yan smiled ambiguously and suddenly wrapped his arms around Kong Se's waist, leading her toward the lotus pond while teasing her along the way: "Did you figure it out?"
He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Look at you, smelling like a young lady. It makes one regret that spring nights are too short; perhaps you'll never leave this gentle place again!"
Before Kong Se could react, he tossed her into the lotus pond.
With a splash, a wave hit Kong Se, leaving her in quite a predicament!
Fortunately, the water in the pond was not very deep. She angrily lifted her head and glared at the instigator, only to find him leisurely untying his belt...
Kong Se stared in disbelief from the water. Tang Yan raised an eyebrow and laughed loudly, "What? I thought we could take a bath together. How about it?"
The nearby attendants and maids discreetly withdrew, leaving only two trusted maidservants standing at a distance.
Unable to withstand her thin skin, Kong Se blushed and lightly murmured, "How shameless!" which only made the person laugh even more.
The fragrance pouch was discreetly untied, and the silk ribbon was gently parted. The warm afternoon sun reflected off the water, casting a gentle shimmer around the couple, truly envying the mandarin ducks rather than the immortals.
The two had soaked in Lotus Pond for quite a while before deciding to get up. A maid had already prepared a Couch in the Pavilion and laid out clean clothes for them.
Kong Se let the maid tend to her long hair while she lazily lay there with her eyes closed, her fair body wrapped only in a plain silk garment, her fragrant shoulders and delicate feet fully exposed.
Tang Yan was also lying nearby, propping his head up as he watched Kong Se.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly spoke up, saying, "Kong Se, you know I am not your Beloved."
Kong Se seemed to be asleep and did not respond.
A long time passed, long enough for afternoon to turn into evening, before Kong Se finally sighed softly, "I know."
But the person beside her had already left.
I know you are not my Beloved, but do you know that I am not a good person either, Tang Yan?
Kong Se thought sadly to herself, allowing the sorrow to creep across her brow.
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