Jump to content

tashalynn

Members
 View Profile  See their activity

  • Posts

    132

  • Joined

  • Last visited

 Content Type 

Posts posted by tashalynn

    [Mainland Chinese Drama 2017] Princess Agents 特工皇妃楚乔传

    in Mainland China

    Posted

    Okay, here is my intake on that. The channel that aired PA would loose its ratings and overall support of they were to do PA2 with a different cast. If they were smart they would keep the same cast and do PA2, but when ZLY n LGX r avaible at the same time. Also along with the rest of the cast. They ended PA 1 horrible, the know if they didnt continue the story or the series they channel and over production of the companies would loose money, support and ratings tbey would go bankrupt and hit rock bottom. So they had tobhave intentions on PA 2 and same cast and all. They r probably eaiting on word from the main leads and where they stand on it or maybe even voting. If there isnt enough votes, or money or even support from the actors and actresses they wont do it. 

    • Like 2

    [Mainland Chinese Drama 2017] Princess Agents 特工皇妃楚乔传

    in Mainland China

    Posted

    4 minutes ago, rampantwolfhound said:

    I'm not even going to apologize for how long this is. I tried to shut the door on these two multiple times in this story, but they just wouldn't let me go. (Surprise, surprise.) So here we are with the same rules and universe as last time. Every day, I flesh out a little bit more about how everyone ended up back at Green Hills/Red Hills, and today is no exception. I hope y'all enjoy.

     

    Yuwen Yue leaned back in his bed, contentedly musing that the current scenery in his room was much more pleasant than ever before on what was usually the worst night of the year for him. While he hated the fatigue and night sweats that his congenital typhoid outbreaks brought on, the sight of his obviously pregnant wife dressed in her current outfit and holding Can Hong Jian with defiant alertness was doing wonders for his health.

    Many of the Xiulis were or had been family men, so they were familiar enough with the basics of pregnancy to understand that their beloved Chu Da Ren would soon be unable to wear her old training robes. Not wanting to lose the presence of their general, they’d cobbled together a makeshift set of Xiuli armor that would be able to fit his wife’s expanding body for the duration of her pregnancy and had proudly presented it to her one morning when she’d arrived for her “secret” training session.

    The account of the sudden, loud bout of crying that their gift had inspired in their young general had been rendered in humorous but touching fashion by He Xiao, who had wanted his general’s husband to understand why she was suddenly wearing Xiuli armor. Yuwen Yue was slowly building what he hoped would become a close friendship with the Xiuli commander who was the only man in the world who might come close to loving Xing’er as much as Yuwen Yue himself did.

    His attention returned to his scruffy yet adorable wife, who may as well have been made out of ice for all that she was moving. Yuwen Yue knew that she could stand like that all night, fiercely guarding him in his time of weakness just as she had done years ago—and at that icy lake.

    So much of that day was a blur to him now, he admitted to himself. He remembered the fighting, the pain, the wonder of realizing that Xing’er finally returned his love and could express her own. Xing’er had filled in some of the gaps for him on the few occasions when he’d been able to get her to talk about that time, and He Xiao had told him what had happened at the end.

    The one memory he had of the time after he’d come up from the bottom of the icy lake was an image of Xing’er standing with her back to him in a tattered outfit that was a little like the one she was wearing now. She was holding Po Yue Jian in her hands even though he thought she’d lost it somewhere; maybe she’d pulled it up from the depths with her powers the same way that she’d pulled him up. He couldn’t remember the power pulse, the ice needle hail, or the rain of arrows that had been sent back at those who’d fired them, one of which had apparently pierced Yan Xun’s heart and killed him instantly.

    All he remembered from that point on was a few instances of Xing’er yelling his name and a rush of energy that had felt both hot and cold at the same time. Whatever she’d done had healed his wounds enough for him to survive; he knew that she’d also done something similar for Yue Qi and their other men who had been wounded but not killed in the fight.

    Scowling, Yuwen Yue decided to stop thinking about old memories and to start making some new ones instead. After all, he was Yuwen Yue, the inheritor of the Eyes of God, the feared general of Wei, and the only man who was man enough to be able to handle his Xing’er. Surely he could make a successful conquest on this of all nights. He quickly mapped his plan of attack and began his assault.

    “Xing’er,” he said softly, not surprised that his wife didn’t so much as twitch.

    Oh, well. It had been worth a try.

    “Xing’er,” he began again, “I’ve been doing some thinking.”

    Nothing.

    “After careful consideration, I’ve concluded that I would probably feel better if I could stay warmer.”

    Still nothing.

    “That’s why I think that, for the benefit of my health, you should come over here and sit on my lap.”

    “What?!” his wife said, whirling around to face him with an incredulous look on her face.

    He smirked in triumph—but only on the inside.

    “Logically, adding warmth to combat cold makes sense,” Yuwen Yue said with a straight face. “I’ve been having trouble centering myself because I’m so cold, but I think that I’d be able to focus better if you’d sit in my lap to provide me with extra heat.”

    A slight twinkle entered his wife’s eyes, adding to their starry quality and heating him even without her physical presence.

    “Since when has me sitting in your lap ever been able to help you to focus better?” Xing’er asked, widening her eyes and giving him that fake-innocent smile that had always driven him crazy.

    His eyes darkened, but a lifetime of training helped him to keep control. Besides, so much of his life with Xing’er had been about the dance and the fight that he was used to waiting to get what he wanted.

    And I will get what I want…

    “This would be contact solely for medical reasons, though,” he said, keeping his voice steady. “If you sat on my lap with your back against my chest, I could still center myself but I wouldn’t be as cold. Less cold would likely equal better focus, and better focus would equal better health.”

    “But I know how weak and feeble that this time of year makes you,” Xing’er said, voice dripping with false sympathy. “I don’t want to add to your burden—especially with all of this extra weight.”

    “Hmmm, yes. That extra weight is a problem,” Yuwen Yue said, looking especially pensive.

    “What? It’s your fault I’m like this anyway!” Xing’er said loudly, sparks flying in her eyes.

    “It’s my fault that you’re wearing armor and carrying a sword?”

    “Yuwen Yue! You!” Xing’er shouted, pointing her finger at Yuwen Yue and stalking towards the bed.

    Yuwen Yue was ready to celebrate his victory, but Xing’er suddenly stopped, turned around, and walked away.

    “Where are you going, Xing’er?”

    “To get you an extra blanket so you won’t be cold anymore,” she said smugly.

    “Maybe I can put it over your head,” she muttered.

    “What was that?”

    “Nothing. The typhoid must be affecting your hearing.”

    “Then you’d better bring it quickly, then, shouldn’t you?” Yuwen Yue said innocently.

    Xing’er glared at him suspiciously but quickly went and got the blanket anyway. She returned with her arms full of a nice, comfortable blanket and stopped a couple of feet away from the bed, holding the blanket out for Yuwen Yue to take.

    “Well?” he asked.

    “Well, What?”

    “Well, aren’t you going to put the blanket around my shoulders? I am weak and feeble, after all,” Yuwen Yue said, giving her what he knew to be his most compelling look.

    His wife swallowed visibly, and Yuwen Yue knew that victory was almost within his grasp. She unfolded the blanket and got it ready to put around his shoulders, tentatively stepping towards the bed. Xing’er leaned in close and brought first one than the other corner of the blanket around his shoulders, joining them in the middle at his hands.

    Before he could do anything, however, she quickly moved out of his range, using that speed and dexterity that he’d helped to teach her to elude him. He almost cursed his luck, but then he saw the look in her eyes and realized that this, too, was part of the dance.

    “I’ve been doing some thinking of my own,” Xing’er said, her face as unreadable as his own could be sometimes, although her eyes still twinkled. “For a long time, I’ve wondered if I could help you to manage your typhoid by using my powers to draw the coldness out of you.”

    “You could draw the coldness out of me in a variety of other ways, too.”

    “Maybe, but I think putting my hands on your back would be the most effective,” Xing’er said. “When I regained my memories in the icy lake, I also regained at least some memories of what happened with the Jade Snow Dog. Maybe I could return the favor by laying my hands on your back and leaching the cold off of you—or at least finding some way to balance it inside of you.”

    “Maybe,” Yuwen Yue said, ready to spring his trap. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

    His wife deftly moved around to the side of the bed and went to climb in behind his back, but this time, he moved too quickly for her to escape. He captured her in his arms and wrapped the blanket around both of them, luxuriating in his intoxicating nest of leather, metal, and Xing’er. She was straddling his crossed legs, and their faces were close together.

    “If you’re going to transfer some of your powers to me,” he said softly, “then maybe we should be heart to heart, face to face. Also, since your tattoo is the representation of your powers, I should be able to get an even better result by touching it, wouldn’t you think?”

    He proceeded to demonstrate, and his wife’s reaction made him realize that he had finally won the day.

    Or the night.

    As Yuwen Yue kissed his wife, an intense icy-hot feeling rushed through him just as he lost the ability to wonder or care about what had caused it.

    The next morning, Yuwen Yue woke up alone (which was bad) with the assumption that Xing’er had likely left to bring back some food and drink (which was good). He spent some time pleasurably imagining how delightfully disheveled his wife likely looked in the armor that she’d probably hastily thrown on before going out. She, of course, would be oblivious to the implications of her appearance, and the men outside would all pretend not to notice and would be almost painfully solicitous.

    At first, he attributed his feelings of peacefulness and well-being to the obvious, but as he got up and got dressed, he realized that he felt better physically than he’d ever felt after what should’ve been a rough night dealing with his illness. He felt...balanced. That was the only way he could think of to describe it. The sensation of extreme cold within him was completely gone, and was replaced with…

    The amusing sound of his wife being addressed by at least three different names from multiple sources interrupted his reverie. Xing’er had been so many different people in her life that she answered to more names and titles than the average noble. His sensitive hearing could also detect the shuffles and thumps that indicated that there were probably at least five people trying to open the doors for her.

    He seated himself at his desk just in time to appear poised and collected before the doors opened to disgorge a horde of servants, house guards, and Xiulis—and his wife, who hadn’t been allowed to carry anything other than Can Hong Jian, which was rarely far from her hands these days. The attendants set down their burdens and left; they’d brought enough food and drink to feed a large family.

    Xing’er poured and served his tea as she always did; he knew that she insisted on making it herself, remembering the process fondly as one that had brought them together so long ago. He lifted the small cup to his nose and sniffed, already anticipating the moment when he would put his lips to the rim and drink.

    A startled cry from Xing’er instantly tore his attention away from his tea and towards his pregnant wife, who had tripped due to her shifting center of balance. She instinctively used Can Hong Jian to keep herself from falling all the way to the floor, but the tea in her other hand went flying right towards Yuwen Yue.

    He instinctively raised his hand to stop it and dropped his own cup of tea when the liquid actually stopped in mid-air. Both cups broke on impact, but the tea hovered in front of Yuwen Yue where his mind had ordered it to stay. He slowly looked up at his wife, whose face currently looked much more like that of the newly-minted silver bell from years ago than that of the more mature, experienced woman he’d married.

    “It worked!” she blurted. “How did it actually work?!”

    “You—you were actually serious about using your powers to heal me?”

    “Of course I was serious! What did you think I was trying to do? Come on...to...You did! I was trying to heal you and you thought I was trying to...You scoundrel!”

    “But it worked.”

    “You would say that. Well, it’s not going to work any night soon, I can tell you--”

    “No, Xing’er,” Yuwen Yue said softly. “I mean it worked. You did heal me.”

    All she could do was to make that “oh” sound that he loved so much.

    Yuwen Yue walked over to her and gently helped her up, leaving the tea to float behind him. Her eyes were even larger than usual, and he could see fear and anxiety in them. He cupped her cheek and looked deeply into her eyes.

    “After a bout of typhoid, I usually wake up alone, drained, and weak. And cold; so cold. Recovery takes days, if not a couple of weeks. But today...today, I feel balanced. That deep, sapping sense of coldness is gone, replaced by a sense of health and well-being. You did that for me, Xing’er. You took away my coldness and left only the man I’m supposed to be. You always do.”

    Tears streamed down Xing’er’s face as she struggled for something to say. He knew that talking about her feelings wasn’t his wife’s area of expertise; only desperation had been able to loosen his own tongue. Still, her answer managed to surprise him even though it was Xing’er through and through.

    “I will never let anything hurt you ever again.”

    She had Can Hong Jian in a death-grip and her face was hard in spite of the tears that pooled in his hand. He understood it for the vow it was and thus didn’t bother to point out how well they knew how quickly life could change and how dangerous it could be.

    Instead, he led her back to his desk where their tea was still suspended where he’d left it. Wordlessly, he began somewhat clumsily shaping the tea with his hands, mingling both splashes until they were one. Xing’er caught on and deftly removed the remaining tea from the teapot using her own powers, mixing the warmer tea with the air-chilled tea.

    “It might be too cold for your tastes,” Xing’er said softly.

    “We’ve had colder.”

    “We don’t have any cups.”

    “Of course we do,” Yuwen Yue said, cupping his hands in front of Xing’er’s face.

    Her eyes widened and she slowly did the same in front of his face. Instinctively, they moved the lukewarm tea with their powers into their hands, providing each other with the most natural of cups. Yuwen Yue had never had a better cup of tea in his life.

    He knew he had to put a smile back on Xing’er’s face; stress wasn’t good for her, much less their child. Once again, he planned his attack.

    “It occurs to me, Xing’er, that we don’t know for certain that I’m cured. In fact, if I don’t stay warm enough, who knows what could happen?”

    “Should I get you another blanket?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips. “That seemed to work pretty well last night.”

    “I can think of some other things that worked pretty well last night,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand.

    “So can I,” she said, giving him that impishly innocent look again.

    This time, he did not show restraint.

    Are these ur personal writings of PA? Or are they translations from the book??? If they r translations, where can i get the other chapters and in english. I would love to read it instead of having the ending rewinding in my head over and over. I would like to read the novel ending. Plz plz plz. I would so very much apperciate it. 

    • Like 2
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue..