I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 240 - 170: Human Relations (Two - s Combined)

"I want you..."

Rong Heng gently pulled Gu Lan into his embrace, lowered his chin slightly, resting it on her shoulder. What he said made her forget to push him away, leaving her stunned.

"... to give me some candy."

His hand slid into the pocket on the side of Gu Lan’s pants.

The reason there was a pocket was that Gu Lan had Zijin sew it onto her clothes, making it convenient to carry small things.

Rong Heng’s fingers touched the silk fabric. He felt nothing physically, but recalled some secret descriptions from Yan Qing’s book, his throat tightened slightly.

He took out two sweet, round little candy beans from the paper package in her pocket and quickly withdrew his hand.

Gu Lan subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Why was her heart beating so fast? It was really frightening.

No, what did she have to be afraid of? Brother Hang wouldn’t kill her.

Rong Heng put away the candy beans, patted Gu Lan’s little head, his dark eyes profound, and said, "Call me brother again, let’s hear it?"

Gu Lan: "... No."

Her words were stuck in her throat. Previously, to tease Rong Heng and build their relationship, she could easily call Zichan Brother, but now just thinking about it gave her goosebumps.

Rong Heng stared at her, almost as if he wouldn’t stop looking at her until she called him that.

"Is Capital Commandant Su alright?"

At this moment, Marquis Gu’s voice came from behind the crowd, breaking the odd atmosphere between the two.

The Dingyuan Army automatically split into two lines. Marquis Gu arrived belatedly, glancing around at Su Zixiao who was injured and spitting blood, before his gaze steadily fell on Rong Heng’s masked face, with a deep look of scrutiny in his eyes.

He had already heard from Uncle Li that the Fifth Prince from the Rong Family liked to wear a mask and stick close to his Lan.

Rong Heng saw Marquis Gu look over and instinctively straightened his back, then remembered something and slouched in Gu Lan’s puzzled gaze.

Suddenly, the mysterious guard who had just been as straight as a sword now looked weak and thin, losing all his momentum.

Marquis Gu had no reaction to this, saying, "Disperse. Lan, you come to the tent with me. If Capital Commandant Su can still move, he can come along too."

Su Zixiao, with a plop, struggled to stand up, nodding excitedly, "I can, definitely I can!"

He turned to Xie Yun for help, "Jingqi, could you give me a hand?"

Xie Yun helplessly supported him into the tent. As the only civil servant present, he worked hard to lower his presence, silently observing everything around him.

Gu Lan followed behind Marquis Gu, puzzled, asking Rong Heng, "Were you injured just now?"

Why did Rong Heng suddenly become dispirited after seeing Marquis Gu?

Rong Heng asked calmly, "Does Dingyuan Marquis know my identity?"

Gu Lan thought for a moment, feeling Marquis Gu probably knew, "He can probably guess." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Rong Heng nodded, "That’s good. I just want Dingyuan Marquis to know that in front of you, I can be..."

"Be what?"

Rong Heng coughed and fell silent, with a strange blush creeping up his ears.

He could be anything.

If the young person in front of him could like him, he could pretend to be weak and fragile, satisfying her wishes... letting her be on top.

Of course, this was merely a tangled thought lingering in Rong Heng’s mind.

The few of them entered the military tent belonging to Dingyuan Marquis. This tent used to be Prince Rui’s, but since Marquis Gu had moved in, it was completely different now.

On the cold wooden bed was the warmth of down and silk bedding. The long chair was made of noble sandalwood. The desk was neatly arranged with an inkstone of black jade, pine soot ink, clean white Xuan paper, and a delicate wolf’s hair brush...

Whether Marquis Gu’s calligraphy looked good was secondary, but the setup must be organized, understated, and meaningful.

Most exaggerated of all, besides a warm brazier in the middle of the tent, there was actually a simple barbecue grill.

A huge roasted chicken hung on an iron skewer, slowly rotating and sizzling with oil under the clear flames.

The air was filled with an extremely rich aroma, and Gu Lan’s gaze was fixed on that chicken.

Marquis Gu sat on a chair beside the grill, covered with a white wolf fur blanket, pulled out his seasoning packet, and began turning the roast chicken, looking as if he might start humming a tune any moment.

Gu Lan said, "You’ve figured out what it means to be a Marquis."

Marquis Gu sprinkled some pepper salt, "You, Lan, understand this Marquis well—one must enjoy life when in the prime of it. Our family is wealthy, so why not spend it?"

Gu Lan recalled the impoverished look of the tent when Prince Rui lived here, and after some reflection, she felt she preferred her father’s lifestyle more.