The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 404 Form is Empty, Empty Is Form

Chapter 404 Form is Empty, Empty Is Form

Wipe your hands, warm your hands, tuck them in the quilt, a set of movements that flow smoothly, as if you have done it many times.

Ye Wanwan didn't slow down, she was already in bed, the warm temperature surrounded her from all directions, and soon warmed her up, the coagulated blood seemed to flow slowly, spreading to her limbs. Hundreds of bones.

"Go to sleep."

Yan Chen didn't say much, just pressed her head into her heart, and slender five fingers passed through her hair, smoothing it one by one, soothing the restlessness and anxiety in her heart.

Ye Wanwan stretched out her hand and grabbed the front of his shirt, and soon she hugged his waist instead. The whole body was nestled in his arms, and she couldn't bear it any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

What she did last night couldn't hide from Yan Chen, he knew everything he should know, so there was no need to ask more, he just came to reassure her and told her that she could rest well.

And Zhao Qin was hurt like that, even if Ye Wanwan didn't see it with her own eyes, she knew that Yan Chen had a hard time last night, and even now, her body is still suffering from pain.

But he doesn't show it, and she doesn't ask, because it's useless, so it's better to just hold it like this and sleep with him, now they all need to rest.

The first day of the new year, which was supposed to be very lively, was unexpectedly quiet. The maids who got up in the morning prepared lightly, for fear of disturbing the two sleeping masters.

In the afternoon, Ye Wanwan woke up first and opened her eyes dimly, only to see a messy front of clothes and a well-textured chest.

She could even feel the scorching heat and tenacity to the touch, because she was leaning on it just now.

Yan Chen's figure is definitely thin in clothes, fleshy in undressing, well-proportioned and full of tension, full of strength and security, which has attracted Ye Wanwan more than once.

And his skin is not flawless, on the contrary, hideous scars can be seen everywhere, not ugly, with a different kind of wild beauty.

Probably no one is more familiar with this body than her, and she went down along the open angle of her clothes, even in those covered places, cough, cough, Meng Lang accidentally.

Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color.

I meditated a few words in my heart to clear my mind, and as soon as I looked up at Shang Yan's smiling eyes, my heart skipped half a point.

The secluded ink blue, like a deep and vast sea of ​​stars, with a smile, dazzling waves, stuns people's minds.

Ye Wanwan didn't feel guilty when she coveted her beauty, but she raised her head and kissed her lightly.

Yan Chen bowed his head cooperatively, not deep, but he was gentle and gentle. He was always patient and gentle with her.

"Can your body still bear it?"

Although Zhao Qin saved his life, the wound would not heal for a while, and all the pain was endured, the only difference was that there was no wound.

"It's much better." She lowered her head and kissed her forehead: "I'm worried about you."

Ye Wanwan sighed helplessly, the heavy feeling of powerlessness was about to crush her, seeing him endure the pain but couldn't do anything.

The two got up, Aunt Lin just arranged everything that should be arranged, and Ye Wanwan didn't need to worry about it at all.

"Are you going to see him?" This is naturally Zhao Qin, someone caught it, and some things should be speeded up.

Yan Chen shook Ye Wanwan's hand: "You go to rest, I'll just go."

Yan Chen didn't want Ye Wanwan to see Zhao Qin, so coincidentally, she didn't want to go either.

Turning around and entering the room, Qingsha brought a cup of hot tea. Ye Wanwan had not drunk it when Ling Que came in: "Madam, here is a letter."

On the first day of the new year, who will send her a letter?

Ye Wanwan opened it, but she didn't move for a while, and she didn't drink the cup of hot tea even though it was cold.

After a long time, her body became a little stiff. Ye Wanwan put the letter in the brazier and ignited it. She watched the letter in a trance as it burned to the ground. For a moment, her mind was blank.

She just wants to live in a safe nest here, why is it so difficult?
Yan Chen didn't know when to come back, and hugged her from behind: "Why are you standing here in a daze?"

Ye Wanwan returned to her senses and looked at the brazier: "You're back so soon, what did you ask?"

Yan Chen put his chin on her shoulder: "He is fearless, how can he say his life-saving cards?"

If you want Zhao Qin to speak, it is better to die with him.

Ye Wanwan bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

This time, Yan Chen did not leave immediately, but stayed with Ye Wanwan for the whole day until Zhao Zhuan arrived the next day.

Zhao Zhuo came out of the palace on the pretext of inspecting the case, and asked Lin Zheng to prepare gifts and secretly bring people to the Qiwu Bieyuan.

The entrance was filled with the emperor's forbidden army, so he naturally passed without obstruction, and it was too late to report. When he walked to the inner courtyard, he saw the two people watching Hongmei in the snow side by side at a glance.

The footsteps froze instantly, as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it was impossible to lift it up.

Even if they knew about their relationship for a long time, seeing it with their own eyes would still hurt.

In the end, Yan Chen noticed it first and turned around: "Your Majesty."

He is the emperor, and this man is now a fugitive, but seeing him without the slightest fear or respect, how arrogant.

Others said that this person was fake, but Yan Chen was half of Zhao Zhuo's master. Most of his martial arts were taught by Yan Chen, and he also relied on Yan Chen after he came to power. How could he admit his mistake?
And it was only on that day that he knew the true face under this mask. At this moment, seeing him and Ye Wanwan together, with the same outstanding appearance, they were a perfect match. No wonder Ye Wanwan fell in love with him.

Zhao Zhuo clenched his fist and clenched his sleeves so as not to let himself lose his temper.

"Madam." He called Ye Wanwan.

Ye Wanwan nodded slightly: "Come in and talk."

Obviously a fugitive, Yan Chen did not run when he saw the emperor, or he was just waiting for the emperor to come.

Ye Wanwan did not go in together, but took a half step back. When the two entered the room, she instructed Qingsha to prepare refreshments.

Qing Sha took someone to prepare, and then Ye Wanwan brushed the snow off her shoulders and went in slowly.

There seemed to be a chill in the room, but after Ye Wanwan entered, it disappeared instantly, and the two looked at Ye Wanwan at the same time with the same expressions.

Zhao Zhuo: "Did Madam go to the west of the city the night before?"

Ye Wanwan nodded: "Go."

"Why?"

Ye Wanwan raised her eyes: "What is the emperor asking?"

Zhao Zhuo said with a heavy heart: "That night, the Marquis of Xiguan was killed, and all the servants were also slaughtered. I am investigating this matter thoroughly. Some people saw that the madam appeared there. I wonder if the madam has seen any suspicious people?"

"What happened so tragically, Marquis of Xiguan." Ye Wanwan thought about it, but couldn't seem to remember the man's face: "I just went to take away one person that day, I came back soon, and didn't look at it. Some suspicious person."

Zhao Zhuo quickly asked, "Who did you take away?"

Ye Wanwan looked at Zhao Zhuo a few times, and he seemed to be really ignorant: "Zhao Qin."

(End of this chapter)

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