Translating Sloth

Xia Ling Mei knew that Zhuang Sheng was unusually noisy, before when she was lonely she felt there was crested myna who didn’t need training by her side who she could pass the time with, but when something happens, she would feel somewhat irritated when the crested myna still was being rowdy by her side. The Zhuang Sheng crested myna on horseback was unsettled no matter what, now he sat on the saddle, now he was hanging from the saddle, now he was standing on the horse looking into the distance, still lamenting: “Why do people have to escape on horseback?” Hei Zi: “You can let the horse ride you.” Everyone trembled: “So cold.” Not a moment later, Zhuang Sheng was lying on the horse half dead already unable to stand the rain, wringing his outer clothing dry, again wringing his trousers, finally he even took of his shoes using all his strength to wring it, he couldn’t help but complain: “When we’re not running away in a rush, can we throw away rubbish? For example, money

T/N: Sorry everyone I was away this weekend and I was going to post on Friday before I left but I completely forgot so this will be a special 2 chapter update (again)! Hehehe -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “How many people are with Ling Mo?” “I don’t know.” Wang Yun Feng said, turning around to call Bai Yan over, instructing her to track down the route the Zhao Princess had taken. He pulled Xia Ling Mei into the courtyard, warning her repeatedly: “Don’t be anxious, nothing will happen.” Xia Ling Mei was somewhat impatient, also calling Hei Zi over: “The Zhao Princess should have Xia family secret guards, you try and contact them, and send people to make discreet inquiries at different roads.” Wang Yun Feng paused on his way to the study, lightly saying: “Thank you.” Xia Ling Mei bit her lip, she followed him to the study without. It felt like the intimacy from the entire

The Zhao Princess had to leave, everyone was reluctant to part, a send-off feast began between five and seven pm last night continuing into the very early hours of one to three am in the morning. Wang Yun Feng drowned his sorrow in alcohol, pale in complexion; Zhuang Sheng was so drunk he went and provoked Xia Ling Mei with a few words, `skirt chaser` was shouted by  Xia Ling Mei and chased him round the entire courtyard, finally he was plotted against by Hei Zi, a foot stepping into the pond, at daybreak he still hadn’t climbed out; the drunkard had long ago ended in the wine cellar, not knowing whether it was tonight or tomorrow night; Gu Lang by every possible means boasted about himself in front of the Zhao Princess, itching to say he was the one and only good man in the world, wanting the Zhao Princess to definitely remember him, to talk about him a lot to the Zhao Prince, to praise him lots in front of all the emperor’s relative in the Xia family, Gu Lang who was jabbering