All of My HHYL Shortfics. Some of them are my experimental projects. I love them so much to the point I want to do this and that to them. LOL.
Anyway, some of the fics are connected, some are fanfics within the original novel timeline, some only ou...
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#Lu Cang as a WOMAN.... XD Ahahhaha....
Don't take it seriously. A comedy piece. XD
A loud sound of door being opened roughly, ---barbarically, made Jing shifted his eyes slightly. As expected, the only person who had the audacity to bang his private study room, a room even all the courtiers couldn't get in to, a room for Jing when he wanted to do some 'serious' work, was none other than his Empress, ahem... no... his most beloved man in the whole world, Lu Cang.
His handsome face was distorted in such way, displeasure was written all over it, or maybe it was wrath?? Whatever it was, his expression still lack the threat he intended to express. ---Lu Cang's eyes were narrowed dangerously under the sword-shaped brows which had twisted and turned into a very deep frown. If look could kill, Lu Cang's glare might have killed Jing. His nose was puffing like a bull ready to launch its attack. His moist and soft lips pursed tightly but didn't bother to hide the sound of his gritted teeth.
Pretending that he didn't notice Lu Cang's fury, Jing indifferently carried on with his work. His long and slender snowy fingers were holding a brush. A large paper were spread in front of his table. Seemingly he was seriously working on something since his hand's movement didn't stop at all even after Lu Cang's flaunt of insolence.
"What is it again this time?" Jing asked lightly, trying his best to hold in the laughter that was about to burst.
Lu Cang was completely angered by Jing's attitude. How could he still leisurely do his work after he saw the angry as a bull Lu Cang? For a moment, Lu Cang went silent as to gather his thought.
"What is this about?" Lu Cang raised the scroll on his hand.
"What is that?" Of course Jing knew oh so well what it was. He was the one who deliberately put it on the table in their chamber after all, to lure Lu Cang to come to him. And as he had predicted, Lu Cang fell to the trap easily. Inwardly laughed for the too-easy-to-predict Lu Cang, Jing faked his innocent looks.
Lu Cang raised his chin in challenging manner, gave Jing his most resentful look with the corner of his eyes.
"You tell me!!"
"Of course..a scroll??"
Lu Cang was almost vomiting blood and on the verge on popping his nerves from Jing's obvious pretentious reaction.
"Jing!!" Lu Cang squeezed out his voice from the space between his gritting teeth. "Explain this!!"
Lu Cang spread the scroll on his hand and showed Jing the black and white painting. A painting of an elegant lady sitting gracefully.Definitely an exquisitely painted portrait. Showing off the admirable skill of the artist.
"What's wrong with my painting??"
"What's wrong?! You actually can ask me that – that –that bullshit question?" Couldn't find a better swearing words, Lu Cang must settle with 'bullshit'.
