Status Updates From Golden Terrace, Vol. 2

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YX! Shamelessly being jealous of the little majesties love for his uncle FX. 😏

What kind of tears could knock a person awake from a deep stupor? He must have been weeping the fucking elixir of life.

😂

Man. I wish someone could stab me in my back with an acupuncture needle so I could throw up blood and eleviate my anxiety.

What was going on with this scribble that could have been stuck up as an exorcism talisman?

😆😅

Vexed and plagued like this, Fu Shen’s colossal fretfulness dispersed. He had meant to hold on to his stern expression for a while longer, but the outcome was that he couldn’t resist laughing. He poked at a small patch of exposed skin on Yan Xiaohan’s chest. “Rascal.”

From this scene, you wouldn’t have thought he had broken his legs. You would have thought instead that he had fallen and hit his head.

“Got your idle hand, scratched, didn’t you? You deserve it.“
Not for nothing was this the number one crafty, sycophant of both the Yuantai and Changzhi courts. He’d been here less than half a day, and already Fu Shen’s relations with his comrades were tottering on the brink of disaster!

“ I will never take another half a step away from you.“
He laughed quietly, then very tolerantly said, “All right. You won’t move an inch from me. Whenever I go out to fight, you have my permission to sit in my lap and watch the battle. How does that sound?“
Yan Xiaohan still had tears in his eyes. This statement brought him up short.
Couldn’t he let him fully indulge in some sentiment?!

*silly

Fu Shen raised his eyelids and looked askance at him. “Is the lamb soup not good?”
“It’s good,” said Yu Qiaoting.
“But not good enough to stop your mouth?” Fu Shen said. “Stop chattering, you’re annoying me.”

Inside, the bag was full of glittering and translucent osmanthus candy.
In board daylight, with everyone watching, the mighty Marquis of Jingning had taken part in this kind of illicit handoff. It honestly-
It honestly…made one hardly know best to love him.

“What were you doing messing around in the lake.”
Yan Xiaohan clung to his hand. “I’m not telling you. You won’t let me hold your hand.”
Fu Shen laughed disapprovingly. “It’s always something with you.”

This was a transportation tool that the armaments department had developed especially for him after he had been injured.

*so cool! Steampunk boots.