Chapter 305: Heroes Find It Hard to Pass the Beauty's Gate

From ancient times to the present, rulers often enjoy beauties from all sides.

If it were in the past, when Du Shanü read through the bronze histories and saw such a person, she would usually curse 'a foolish ruler' and leave the impression of 'being lustful for beauty'.

However, only when she herself truly had the ambition of the Son of Heaven did she belatedly realize——

Everything was not without trace.

This path, especially the one taken by the founding monarchs, is far from ordinary hardship; the setbacks and temptations encountered along the way are far more than what ordinary people imagine.

Precisely because the journey is arduous, every person who once helped her along the way is worth remembering.

When most people hear the three words 'beauty plot', they imagine what kind of beauty it is, how the beauty bares her chest and reveals her breasts, and the myriad ways of seduction.

However, the fact is, it is actually not so.

A superficial beauty plot would only select a few youthful, beautiful bodies with empty souls, using pure beauty to lure, and attempting to corrupt everything with vulgar sensual desire.

Such a beauty plot is shallow and empty; anyone with even a bit of sense cannot be lured by it.

And a true beauty plot……

A true beauty plot, however, is to wait fifty years later, when Chinu and Afang may already be dead.

But on an ordinary evening, she steps into the study, lifts her eyes, and still can see two youths who resemble Chinu and Afang in their youth, coming from nowhere, sitting on the study's daybed waiting for her.

They may be immature, their looks may not be outstanding, and they may not know propriety.

Perhaps...... the scheme hidden behind them is immense.

However, they will smile at him, smile and beckon to her, and say to her:

"\"...... The tea has been ready for a while; why have you only now come to attend to affairs? Are you hiding somewhere again to slack off? \""

She will surely fall for the scheme.

At that time, Du Shanü will surely fall for the scheme.

Even knowing it is a beauty plot, even knowing she will pay a considerable price, she will still step by step walk into the trap.

The only difference is that Du Shanü formerly thought this was 'being lustful for beauty'.

But now, Du Shanü feels that this might be called 'Heroes find it hard to pass the beauty's gate'.

When Afang utters the two words 'to fail', that gaze of hers makes Du Shanü feel that even if she were to wither away next year, she would be entwined thread by thread and unable to break free.

Therefore, at this moment.

Just this moment.

In order to coax Afang, she truly exerted all her effort.

By that window, Du Shanü said much, yet Chen Weifang merely lowered her eyes and stood silent, not replying a single word.

Thus, Du Shanü again fails to understand what her Afang really means.

Upon thinking this, she thought of the dim twilight.

Only when this night grew late did her weary mind belatedly conjure up a few clues.

The words she used to coax Afang......

It seems that every scholar who went to the capital to take the exams, as told in storybooks, has said those words.

Before setting out, they too had sworn to heaven that this journey must bring success and fame, and absolutely not fail the wife of their humble beginnings......

However, however.

Yellow sand, a hundred scrolls; piled-up books.

Those who are unfaithful in heart seem to be the extreme minority.

Upon realizing this, Du Shanü feels heart-wrenching distress; she wants to say a few more words to Afang to recover her wavering image as a Wise Lord.

However, upon regaining her senses, she is startled to realize she is no longer before that window.

Outside, the sky has already darkened; she does not know when she had finished washing up, sitting inside the layered curtains, sipping cow's milk intermittently.

Chinu stands beside her, gently using a moisture-absorbing box filled with hot charcoal to slowly dry the dampness in her hair.

Beyond the curtains, from far away one can smell the exuberant fragrance emanating from Fuzouzi's whole body.

Fuzouzi, at some point, took off that ill-fitting old robe and donned a dazzling, eye-catching golden crown robe; his expression betrayed irrepressible excitement, and he kept muttering under his breath.

Du Shanü listens closely again, and the hum coming from his mouth is indeed:

"\"Today is a good day, good day; everything I think of can be accomplished...... (? ˙? ˙)? \""

Chinu: "\"...... \""

Du Shanü: "\"...... \""

What on earth is wrong with this brat?

In his cultivation method, is sleeping with a pillow on the knees really that important?

Besides, what on earth is the deal with this person Fuzouzi......

Du Shanü, thinking until her head hurts yet still unable to understand, simply stops thinking; instead, she weakly pushes away the milk brought to her lips, then rubs her forehead and says:

"\"Today letting you lean on me for a while is fine, but from now on, do not stir up discord beside me. \""

In just the span of three sentences, Afang becomes heartbroken like that; if you let him calculate a few more hexagrams, I fear everyone else around her will run off completely!

Du Shanü's subordinates were already short-handed; she cannot tolerate this!

Fuzouzi was originally humming a song happily; hearing this, he tilted his head and muttered softly:

"\"But, the Little Dao originally was not wrong...... \""

In a person's life, fate is actually already determined.

Although he does not quite understand why that cold‑looking, mild‑tempered scholar ultimately became a sycophantic minister......

Yet his divinations will not be wrong.

How can this be called sowing discord......

When the Empress says these words, it truly makes one heartbroken! Heartbroken!

Fuzouzi pursed his lips, and for a moment even the gold crown on his head dimmed a little.

Du Shanü twitched the corner of her mouth, not knowing why she kept hitting walls; her head ached and grew increasingly unbearable, so she could only say:

"Forget it, let's not talk about these irrelevant things."

"Let me ask you, if this time I sleep with my head on your lap, how will you help me in the future?"

These words were essentially instructing Fuzouzi to name his price.

After all, it is heard that Profound Mystery practitioners can cast spells with personal items such as their eight characters and hair; now, facing a Profound Mystery person who seemingly truly has two brushes, Du Shanü naturally dare not be careless.

Fuzouzi said he came to "borrow the Son of Heaven's Qi for cultivation," but this "borrow" character has always been loaded with meaning.

After borrowing, will it be returned or not?

If it is borrowed away, does she still have any fortune left?

These things, Fuzouzi certainly won't tell her now.

Even if he did speak, it would surely benefit Fuzouzi first; Du Shanü certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to believe it all.

Therefore, if it truly causes harm, that little merit of stirring up internal strife in An Nan is hardly enough to exchange for "sleeping with head on lap."

Du Shanü must demand more assistance.

The heavens and earth were dim, the sleeping quarters silent.

The three faced off, Fuzouzi scratched his head, obviously somewhat at a loss:

"Little Daoist has not yet entered the trance of sleep, so I cannot divine the great trends of the world... Naturally, I cannot now say how to grant you aid."

"But rest assured, the so-called borrowing of the Son of Heaven's Qi only works if you become the Son of Heaven; otherwise it is no better than the aura of an ordinary feudal lord, inferior by far, and of little use to me."

"I will definitely help you ascend to the Son of Heaven's throne, so that later it will be convenient for me to come and keep sleeping with you—waah! What are you doing!"

Chinu's veins throbbed at his forehead, and he instinctively flung a silver horn to strike Fuzouzi; after hitting him, he glared at Du Shanü, angry and puffed:

"Wife Master, look at him!"

"He still wants to frequently come sleep with you!"

Fuzouzi felt wronged, while Chinu was furious.

This scene was simply a chaotic mess.

Du Shanü drank the porridge while it was hot...... oh no, she said in a headache-relieving tone:

"Don't quarrel! Don't quarrel!"

"Forget it, come lean here."

"This time counts as a reward for the An Nan affair; if you still want a next time...... you'll have to offer more merit."

?? yeah! We, Shasha, have been this happy all our life; a hero finds it hard to get past the beauty's gate, she is truly a hero!!!