#gu qingzhang

[xinyuehui]

A Nobleman's League of Men (2023)

Bonus:

[shijiujun]

Happy Valentines Day!!! May you be as loved as Pei Zhi is by his boyfriends i.e. the all兰党

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[jianghushenanigans]

That feeling when the only person who you have ever truly loved, surnamed Lan, pulls a blade on you

[danmeibrainrot]

The way this man came in towards the end and pretty much just stole the show 👏👏👏

[k1201a]

Gu Qingzhang in the novel only exists in Lan Jue’s memory, he’s long dead when Lan Jue met Zhang Ping. If we go by how Lan Jue remembered Qingzhang, GuLan is the gayest ship in the series. When Gu Qingzhang became close with another guy, Lan Jue got very insecure and pissy. Around the same time, he met Wang Yan. In the beginning, Lan Jue didn’t like Wang Yan all that much, he only started spending more time with Wang Yan to spite Qingzhang. Wang Yan knew this, but it didn’t bother him because he grew up with everyone blowing smoke up his ass, he’s supremely confident about himself 😁 (Admittedly, he IS that awesome). Wang Yan and Lan Jue has the best bromance in the novel, but GuLan had more romantic undertone. Gu Qingzhang had such effect on Lan Jue, we only see this side of Lan Jue in the Gu Qingzhang flashback, we never see Lan Jue being this sensitive, insecure and whiny again.

[randomingoftherandomness]

Mowen×Lan Jue×Shulin

In the calligraphy stall meet up era. You can choose to have all three meet at the same time (I hear that's what happened in the book, Shulin was with him when Mowen ran past the stall on horse), or meet separately with Lan Jue and hear of the other person through Lan Jue. Or not to have met Lan Jue at the same time at all, as in Lan Jue met Mowen after Shulin's disappearance. I simply just want *complicated feelings TM involving the three of them.

If you want you can add an epilogue with what went on with Mowen in the time Shulin reappeared and Mowen had yet to leave for war.🤭

Hi Nonny! Thank you for the prompt (っ˘ω˘ς ) I hope I do it justice.

Just a bit of disclaimer, I didn't read the novel nor am I planning to.

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1.

Shulin feels a little hapless when he sees that his second favourite poem from Peizhi is tainted by the dust of the road. The haplessness grows into a budding spark of anger.

Especially when the rider of the horse that has just upended two days' worth of hard work, turns back to look at them, a corner of his lips lifted in a confident smirk that curls that spark into something that sits deeper, lower in his chest.

When he turns to Peizhi, he finds that his Zhiji has his eyes fixed on the rider. Even more so when said man dismounts in a graceful flourish that sees the sunshine catching on the richness of his robes.

Handsome doesn't even begin to describe the man. Tall, strong and proud, there's a sense that this man was born to be a hero. Just like those in all the stories he read as a child.

If he was so inclined, he thinks he could pick up a brush of his own to dedicate pages upon pages of written beauty to him.

Interesting, Shulin thinks distantly, feeling a prickle of warmth in his sternum that was most decidedly not anger, watching the man pick up the scroll of poetry, dusting it off with elegant fingers as he walks up to them.

2.

Wang Yan, Mowen, is for a lack of a better word, a tool.

He flirts, incessantly. Breaking hearts left and right, dragging both Shulin and Peizhi along with him on whatever latest escapade he had landed himself in from making eyes with some Minister's daughter or some pretty scholar who fell victim to his roguish charms.

Because a rogue, he is. Mowen with his easy, confident demeanour as he slinks up to their door to beg for dinner and a drink, or some company, or even just to sit and watch as he and Peizhi work on their letters or read the evening away.

Mowen is, in short, not part of the plan.

He can't be part of the plan. Shulin idly entertains the idea of shuffling forth a deviation or two just to send the man away for a few years. Away far enough from the intrigues of court and whatever machinations he has planned for himself and Peizhi. Away for long enough that he can be out of the way. Out of trouble.

Shulin kills that thought before it can take root. Caring for something is a burden. Caring for someone is a curse that he cannot afford. But when Mowen slides down on the floor next to Shulin, shoulder knocking against his knee as he passes over a bottle of Nv Er Hong he filched from his father's cellar, there's a twist in his heart.

A budding that blooms under the warmth and fondness of Mowen's smile directed at him. Shulin swallows down the venom that dances on his tongue and carves a smile in reply instead as he takes the bottle.

3.

"You like him."

Peizhi's voice is steady even if his gaze isn't. Shulin allows him to settle his hands on his hips, allows himself to be pulled closer in a tangle of limbs, hair, robes, skin to skin with no beginning and no end to where Peizhi's warmth is his and Shulin's chill is his own.

"You like him too," Shulin sighs, nuzzling his cheek to Peizhi's. "Don't lie. I saw how your brushstrokes falter when he bent over to pick up some boxes for me."

The non-answer wrapped in a slow hum is all Shulin needs to tilt his head and nip at a plush bottom lip, suckling it until Peizhi grunts in pain.

"What about you?" Peizhi asks, sliding his hand between the folds of his robes. His touch feels like a red hot brand. Shulin parts his lips on a shaky exhale as his eyes flutter shut.

"I like him enough," Shulin answers softly. Darting his gaze down to the pale slope of Peizhi's shoulder, he permits himself a heartbeat of honesty. "I like who you are when you are with him."

"Me too."

Shulin tilts his eyes to meet Peizhi's. Hand taking his own, Peizhi lifts his knuckles to his kiss-bitten lips, summer cherry red and half split by his efforts.

Dimly, he wonders if Mowen would permit his own lips to be painted in this same colour too.

4.

They're fine.

They'll be fine. They'll survive, they will thrive, and they will grow.

They will be without him.

They will be safe.

5.

Xu Dong sketches a quick bow in between hurried steps, barely a tip of his head to them as he carries Peizhi's orchid to his bedside. A good man, Xu Dong. Shulin is grateful that Peizhi has someone by his side like this.

"Why?"

Mowen's voice cuts through the quiet. Shulin turns to meet his eyes. There's no smile on his lips now. No confident amusement, none of the swagger he is known for throughout the capital.

Shulin regards him from over the rim of his cup of tea. The corners of Mowen's eyes are red, and anger colours the handsome lines of his face. Betrayal, the realisation settles in Shulin's bones like a run of lightning, because of me.

Mowen blinks, sitting back. Shulin quickly hides a cough in his sleeve. "I have no good answer," He rasps, clearing his throat.

It's at that that Mowen's body snaps forward, leaning halfway over the table to grab him by his shoulder. "Years, Shulin," He seethes. "We looked for you, searched every single time we caught wind that someone saw you. Why--"

"Why I never came back?" Shulin finishes in a whisper, lifting his eyes to meet Mowen's gaze. Swallowing down the copper tang on his tongue, he smiles, knowing precisely just how the red of his blood colours his lips.

To his surprise, Mowen shakes his head.

"Why are you back at all? Why now?" He stands, turning away from him as if he can't look at him for a moment longer. Shulin's hand itches to reach out but chooses to fold it in his sleeve instead.

"Would you believe it if I said it was because I missed you? Both of you?" He offers. A half-truth coloured with a patina of a life spent in a house in the middle of a lake when the truth hadn't yet unfurled her poisoned petals, and where Shulin had been the happiest since his childhood.

Mowen's fists clench and unclench. Shoulders tensed and unhappy. "Don't take me for a fool, Shulin. And please don't lie to me. I'm marching with the army tomorrow and I don't want to die with any regrets."

Shulin rushes forth, grabbing him by the arm. "You won't die."

"You're not a god, Shulin," Mowen chuckles softly, listing a little against him. Sliding his hand over Shulin's, he pats it gently, gripping it and pressing it to his chest. "You can't plan for everything."

I can, I have, I will, He aches to say. "Neither can you," Is what he offers instead, moving to press their bodies close. "So, none of this inauspicious talk."

When Mowen tilts their faces together, locking their lips in a familiar slide and push and pull, Shulin can only sigh.

+1

"Is this really necessary?"

The shackles around his ankles clank in a discordant rhythm when he kicks the chain out in time to the rocking of the carriage. The action hurts his toes, but the pain is a welcomed frisson that cuts through the fugue of whatever drug Kuruo has supplied Peizhi to keep him in a constant state of delirium and dreaming.

They've been travelling for days. Shulin has been asleep for about as many of them.

Consciousness is a slipper eel that stays out of reach for the most parts. Whenever he tries to recall how he even got here, all that comes to him are the flashes of red mist, the scent of night blooms, an ache that cuts through his bones, and then.

Here. In this rocking carriage that makes him faintly nauseous, with his two lovers - former? Shulin really cannot say - as they escort him to distant lands.

Mowen's throat bobs. Probably swallowing back whatever is on his mind. Shulin laughs at the thought that Mowen is restraining himself because of him.

Lolling his head to the side, he squints up at the sudden sunlight in his eyes. Blinking sluggishly, he waits until his vision adjusts. Waits until the silhouette of Peizhi's form against the window materialises in his sight.

"I've lost," Shulin croaks. "If you, either of you, ever loved me, then kill me. I'm--"

"Shut up!"

Mowen pulls him back, chains and all and for a brief moment, Shulin thinks he will slide a blade between his ribs. Letting it find a home close to his heart. It would be fitting and it would be the least that he could do.

"No one is killing you," Mowen says, pulling him close to his chest with a gentleness Shulin isn't sure he deserves in the slightest. "We won't let them. We won't let you either."

Obediently following when Mowen tips his head back, lovingly coaxing his lips to part so that he can feed him Kuruo's concoction, Shulin knows, knows without a shadow of a doubt in his heart that Mowen won't force him if he chooses to close his mouth right now.

If he refuses to drink this, refuses to play along as they take him to whatever distant cage they have constructed to contain him, Shulin wonders with no small amount of interest about what they would do.

He parts his lips on a pant, blinking slowly as he swallows.

Whatever they have planned, Shulin wants to be part of it.

[mandorways]

Tragic, unstable villain got me acting unwise

[convenientalias]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 君子盟 | A League of Nobleman (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gu Qingzhang/Lan Jue | Lan Peizhi Characters: Lan Jue | Lan Peizhi, Gu Qingzhang Additional Tags: Mentions of Lan Jue/Mowen, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Choking, mentions of somnophilia Summary:

Shulin straddled his hips. In candlelight, his face looked even softer than in sunlight. Open, yet full of secrets. Just as it always had. “Peizhi sleeps lightly these days."

To call this PWP would overstate the explicitness but I will say there is not much plot. I hope you may enjoy.

[boyslovebibimbap]

i just saw couple previews for upcoming eps (21->) where they introduced a new chara, Shulin /  Gu Qingzhang.

But since i haven’t read the novel or anything..i’m very confused about who this new guy is to Lan Jue O.o they seemed very friendly ..and Zhang Ping didn’t look happy e.e

[heymeowmao]

君子盟 | A League of Nobleman ° Wang Duo as Gu Qingzhang / Shulin / Tan’er

[xinyuehui]

A home, with the two of us, in the middle of the river, away from the bustling capital.

[shijiujun]

Wang Duo as Gu Qingzhang | Shu Lin 

also known as, from cinnamon roll to murder puppy

- A LEAGUE OF NOBLEMAN (2023) -

[jianghushenanigans]

Whumptober Day 28: Sacrifice

Peizhi looks awful. Truly awful. And Gu Qingzhang… he has a job to do. He can’t sacrifice everything he’s worked towards just for this.

Except…

He had approached Lan Jue because of who his father was. He had befriended Lan Jue as a means to an end. He had meant to stay with Lan Jue in order use him.

He had stayed with Peizhi because he was utterly entranced by him.

He can see himself in him. They’re of a similar age. They’re both orphans (or, in Gu Qingzhang’s case, as good as). They’re both determined to go through anything to get justice for their families.

Peizhi doesn’t know this about Shulin, of course, but he must have seen something, because for all Gu Qingzhang had tried to chase him, Peizhi had not tried hard to escape. Had pushed closer himself.

And all this, now, has led to Gu Qingzhang’s heart beating faster as he watches Peizhi pour poison into his own wine.

Gu Qingzhang has too much at stake to risk anything. He has to avenge the people who raised him. He has to have revenge on the Empress who left him to die.

And yet... and yet.

He swaps the wine with a deft hand. Tips it back without giving anything away. Slips away into the dark, feeling his insides burning but knowing, at least, that Peizhi will be alright.

Some sacrifices are worth it.

Peizhi looks awful. Truly awful. And Wang Yan… he has a job to do. He can’t sacrifice his good name, his family’s reputation just for this.

Except…

When he had met Lan Jue, he had been a nobody, selling calligraphy in the street, his own family’s reputation nothing but dust. Wang Yan hadn’t even noticed him, until he had been given no choice not to.

He can’t imagine his life without Peizhi in it, now.

He can see himself in him. They’re of a similar age. They both want their father’s to be able to look at them proudly. They’re both desperate to prove themselves in the political sphere.

Peizhi knows about the struggle Mowen has had, getting his father to approve of him. They had held each other close, one of them wishing his father cared, the other wishing his father was there. It made Wang Yan feel selfish, thinking about it afterwards, but somehow it had only drawn Peizhi closer.

And all this, now, has led to Wang Yan pausing to think as Peizhi begs him to hide evidence that he says is being used to frame him.

Wang Yan has too much at stake to risk anything. He has to prove his worth as the Minister for Justice to the Emperor. He has to prove it to his father.

And yet... and yet.

He nods, briskly. He swaps the evidence with a deft hand. Hides it without giving anything away. Slips back to the investigation, ignoring the potential political ramifications because he knows, at least, that Peizhi will be alright.

Some sacrifices are worth it.

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Crossposted here on ao3

[danmeibrainrot]

A League Of Nobleman, or Lan Jue and his harem

[kanjichris]

when your zhiji goes but leaves all this delicious food for you

[randomingoftherandomness]

ALoN prompt: Peizhi x Shulin; what ends up to be their very last time together.

Not gonna lie, writing this prompt gave me mad Hozier vibes but that could just be me celebrating the return of the Bog Prince (all hail)

Stream 'Eat Your Young' (♡-_-♡)

[currently still accepting ALoN prompts]

tw: dub-con, (and in my mind at least, lan jue x mowen x zhang ping)

~*~*~*~

Hunger colours the shadows on Shulin's face. The dancing candlelight sweeps and dust over his brow, the bridge of his nose, and the parted pink of his lips. Like shivers of molten gold that keep him illuminated for slivers of seconds.

Peizhi prays that for all he is laid bare to this man, there are still facets of his soul that aren't so intertwined with Shulin's that there are secrets he can hold onto as his own.

"Peizhi." Fingers press their mark into the flesh of his hips. The pressure, the weight, the sense of belonging so achingly familiar that he can't cage the soft moan that rattles loose from his chest.

In a different life, in a different time, when he was far more ignorant about the ways of the world, this would be the moment he surrenders to Shulin. Body, soul, heart, they were his first before they were anyone else's.

Closing his eyes against the tidal wave of emotions in him, he sucks in a breath.

Here in the now, the hands on his skin aren't the ones he wants. In this moment, warm from their shared body heat, naked with Shulin on him, between his thighs, pressing down on him in distinct ways that he cannot deny who is sharing his bed tonight, he aches to be anywhere but here.

And if the shudder that lances through him gives Shulin the illusion that he is still his, Peizhi can swallow down his basic instincts to run and cast his mind to memories of different nights under different hands.

He'll pretend. Just for tonight. For the sake of saving lives.