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4.39 AVERAGE
4.39 AVERAGE
mysterious
medium-paced
dark
emotional
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
I really enjoyed it, even if the beginning took me longer than usual. I also find Xiao Chiye kind of cute (like genuinely cute, and I don't even know why), which doesn't really happen often to me, so I'm even more invested in the story.
I liked many parts too this time:
"If we're all caged birds," Xiao Chiye said, flicking dust from his falcon's feathers, "why pretend to be free?"
Shen Zechuan: "It just so happens I have some insight on taming ferocious beasts."
"Wouldn't call that insight," Xiao Chiye said, "More like a conversation between two like creatures."
"But I was born with a pair of affectionate eyes."
"And what a waste," Xiao Chiye said derisively pointing his riding crop at the space between Shen Zechuan's brows. "All they contain are schemes and calculations."
"If anyone is able to break my arm or leg, I'll not only award him a hundred taels of gold, I'll kneel and call him Master." Wolfsfang, that killing blade that had almost never left its sheath in Qudu, slid steadily out, its frosty glint blinding and deadly. "But if he fails," he said, "I will take his life."
"Put that life of yours on your tab," he said. Watching Qiao Tianya run toward them, Shen Zechuan tightened his grip on both hilts "After tonight, I own you."
Shen Zechuan studied him. "Have you drunk yourself foolish, Xiao Er?"
"Do look like a fool?" Xiao Chiye demanded. He answered himself without waiting for a replay. "I'm not a fool."
(...)
Smelling the wine on him, Shen Zechuan said, "Don't block my way. I want to go home."
Xiao Chiye looked away and stared blankly for a moment before saying to the wall, "Don't block my way. I want to go home too."
The scent was rather pleasant-not the usual incense used by nobles of Qudu, but one that reminded him of the strong, valiant wind, sweeping the land under a blazing sun. It was the scent of Xiao Chiye.
What a nice smell.
Shen Zechuan lowered his eyes, fascinated by this scent. It was the sunlight beyond his reach, the bright spirit he no longer possessed.
Then he continued to dry Shen Zechuan's hair as though he were toweling down a puppy. "If that's the way it is, I'll do as I please!" Xiao Chiye snapped.
"As you--you...son of a--er!" Shen Zechuan's words fragmented under the rough treatment.
Hanging around Xiao Chiye's neck was a bone thumb ring. He swung his stubby legs and said, "I want a falcon, Shifu. I want to fly."
Zuo Qjangiu joined him on the fence and looked at him. He patted the back of the boy's head and said, "You are a child filled with desires, but in this world, it is only one without desire who can become a sage. There are many things that will become your cage if you desire them."
(...)
"Wanting is prelude to both joy and misery." Zuo Qianqiu polished the great bow in his arms with care. "If you acknowledge your desires, you will be obsessed with gains and losse. If you want something, you must have it; that is your nature, litle wolf pup. But A-Ye, there will be many things in the future that you want but can never have. What will you do then?"
(...) "My father said, where there is a will, there is a way. There's nothing that can't be obtained."
Zuo Qjanqiu sighed. The child was still too young after all. Resigned, he pointed up at the sky and said, "All right—you say you want to fly, but can you really?"
(...) Xiao Chiye craned his neck to look up at Zuo Qianqiu, saying in all seriousness, "I can learn to tame falcons. Once I tame one, his wings will belong to me. Wherever he flies, I will have flown there too. A man has to adapt, Shifu."
"Dry my hair for me." Xiao Chiye had lain down, but now quickly sat back up.
Shen Zechuan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
"Stop faking it. Hurry up," Xiao Chiye said.
"Lanzhou."
Then again: "Shen Lanzhou."
Shen Zechuan suddenly felt the bed dip under new weight. He opened his eyes in shock. The covers had been lifted. Xiao Chiye had squzzed in and was nuzzling his sopping hair against Shen Zechuan's back, instantly making a wet patch on his clothes. Tugging on his blanket, Shen Zechuan blurted, "Xiao Er, are you three?!"
"More or less," Xiao Chiye replied lazily. "Weren't you asleep? Don't let me wake you."
"(...) Maybe you don't know, Xiao Er, but everything you want is written in your eyes. And at this moment, you want to chain me up, am I right?"
"I want to forge a golden chain," Xiao Chiye said. "It's a pity this neck is so bare."
"Dog collars were first used to leash wolves," said Shen Zechuan. They were so close now they could hear each other's breathing. "I'd like to put a golden chain around your neck too. For every sentence you speak, I'll yank it once."
Shen Zechuan lifted his head and kissed Xiao Chiye's lips. The soft touch was accompanied by icy derision. "Want to go wild with abandon?" There was a madness in Shen Zechuan's eyes as he murmured, "Do you dare? Try tearing me apart, Xiao Er. See if I'll care."
Lust entangled with murderous intent; hatred entangled with pity. Which of them was more contemptible, which more pathetic? Their mouths opened to each other, wet and hot; where Xiao Chiye kissed Shen Zechuan, Shen Zechuan gave his all in response. The sound of ragged breath carried between tongue and teeth as two wayward souls met the flames of lust and were consumed.
The cold wind howled outside the window. Only the sounds of ragged breathing cut through the darkness as Xiao Chiye kissed Shen Zechuan again and again.
He didn't want to surrender.
But he had already lost.
I liked many parts too this time:
Shen Zechuan: "It just so happens I have some insight on taming ferocious beasts."
"Wouldn't call that insight," Xiao Chiye said, "More like a conversation between two like creatures."
"But I was born with a pair of affectionate eyes."
"And what a waste," Xiao Chiye said derisively pointing his riding crop at the space between Shen Zechuan's brows. "All they contain are schemes and calculations."
"If anyone is able to break my arm or leg, I'll not only award him a hundred taels of gold, I'll kneel and call him Master." Wolfsfang, that killing blade that had almost never left its sheath in Qudu, slid steadily out, its frosty glint blinding and deadly. "But if he fails," he said, "I will take his life."
"Put that life of yours on your tab," he said. Watching Qiao Tianya run toward them, Shen Zechuan tightened his grip on both hilts "After tonight, I own you."
Shen Zechuan studied him. "Have you drunk yourself foolish, Xiao Er?"
"Do look like a fool?" Xiao Chiye demanded. He answered himself without waiting for a replay. "I'm not a fool."
(...)
Smelling the wine on him, Shen Zechuan said, "Don't block my way. I want to go home."
Xiao Chiye looked away and stared blankly for a moment before saying to the wall, "Don't block my way. I want to go home too."
The scent was rather pleasant-not the usual incense used by nobles of Qudu, but one that reminded him of the strong, valiant wind, sweeping the land under a blazing sun. It was the scent of Xiao Chiye.
What a nice smell.
Shen Zechuan lowered his eyes, fascinated by this scent. It was the sunlight beyond his reach, the bright spirit he no longer possessed.
Then he continued to dry Shen Zechuan's hair as though he were toweling down a puppy. "If that's the way it is, I'll do as I please!" Xiao Chiye snapped.
"As you--you...son of a--er!" Shen Zechuan's words fragmented under the rough treatment.
Hanging around Xiao Chiye's neck was a bone thumb ring. He swung his stubby legs and said, "I want a falcon, Shifu. I want to fly."
Zuo Qjangiu joined him on the fence and looked at him. He patted the back of the boy's head and said, "You are a child filled with desires, but in this world, it is only one without desire who can become a sage. There are many things that will become your cage if you desire them."
(...)
"Wanting is prelude to both joy and misery." Zuo Qianqiu polished the great bow in his arms with care. "If you acknowledge your desires, you will be obsessed with gains and losse. If you want something, you must have it; that is your nature, litle wolf pup. But A-Ye, there will be many things in the future that you want but can never have. What will you do then?"
(...) "My father said, where there is a will, there is a way. There's nothing that can't be obtained."
Zuo Qjanqiu sighed. The child was still too young after all. Resigned, he pointed up at the sky and said, "All right—you say you want to fly, but can you really?"
(...) Xiao Chiye craned his neck to look up at Zuo Qianqiu, saying in all seriousness, "I can learn to tame falcons. Once I tame one, his wings will belong to me. Wherever he flies, I will have flown there too. A man has to adapt, Shifu."
"Dry my hair for me." Xiao Chiye had lain down, but now quickly sat back up.
Shen Zechuan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
"Stop faking it. Hurry up," Xiao Chiye said.
"Lanzhou."
Then again: "Shen Lanzhou."
Shen Zechuan suddenly felt the bed dip under new weight. He opened his eyes in shock. The covers had been lifted. Xiao Chiye had squzzed in and was nuzzling his sopping hair against Shen Zechuan's back, instantly making a wet patch on his clothes. Tugging on his blanket, Shen Zechuan blurted, "Xiao Er, are you three?!"
"More or less," Xiao Chiye replied lazily. "Weren't you asleep? Don't let me wake you."
"(...) Maybe you don't know, Xiao Er, but everything you want is written in your eyes. And at this moment, you want to chain me up, am I right?"
"I want to forge a golden chain," Xiao Chiye said. "It's a pity this neck is so bare."
"Dog collars were first used to leash wolves," said Shen Zechuan. They were so close now they could hear each other's breathing. "I'd like to put a golden chain around your neck too. For every sentence you speak, I'll yank it once."
Shen Zechuan lifted his head and kissed Xiao Chiye's lips. The soft touch was accompanied by icy derision. "Want to go wild with abandon?" There was a madness in Shen Zechuan's eyes as he murmured, "Do you dare? Try tearing me apart, Xiao Er. See if I'll care."
Lust entangled with murderous intent; hatred entangled with pity. Which of them was more contemptible, which more pathetic? Their mouths opened to each other, wet and hot; where Xiao Chiye kissed Shen Zechuan, Shen Zechuan gave his all in response. The sound of ragged breath carried between tongue and teeth as two wayward souls met the flames of lust and were consumed.
The cold wind howled outside the window. Only the sounds of ragged breathing cut through the darkness as Xiao Chiye kissed Shen Zechuan again and again.
He didn't want to surrender.
But he had already lost.
This is good but I fear the political machinations out matched me in this one fhfjfjnsjd. This is like Gane of Thrones every one has alterior motives and there are seven different levels of meaning in everything they say 😩😩😩.
Anyway Xiao Chiye's obsession with Shen Zechuan's neck is valid and real 🤌🤌🤌
Anyway Xiao Chiye's obsession with Shen Zechuan's neck is valid and real 🤌🤌🤌
adventurous
mysterious
tense
From what I've read I can tell that Tang Jiu Qing is a GENIUS but I'm stupid and understand nothing
adventurous
dark
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
mysterious
medium-paced
adventurous
emotional
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
mysterious
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes