Qingchuan History

Chapter 443 Dedication
There were constant noises from inside the house. The guards on guard had never seen such a formation before. They exchanged glances for several rounds but dared not leave their posts for half a step.

Feng Yi became even more panicked, and whispered "Ai Zu" before getting up, but Xiu Luan grabbed her hand, "What are you doing! Are you still in your head?"

"Isn't that sir—"

"The emperor's blessing is the blessing of the master. The middle palace dare not stop him. Who are you borrowing the courage from?"

"But your lord, this is the overlord's hard--"

Before finishing this sentence, there was another sound in the tea room in the distance, and porcelain like tea sets fell to the ground.

The porcelain fell to the ground, fearing to endanger His Majesty, the one who should be the leader among the guards finally took a step, just approaching the door when he heard "Get out" from inside, it was Murong Xun.

The guard hurriedly retreated, and when he retreated halfway, he heard the woman gasp and hoarse:

"Bastard—believe it or not I killed you—"

Your Majesty told you to get the hell out, no matter how bluffing the phrase "I'll kill you", the guards wouldn't dare not to get out.Then when he was frightened, he heard another muffled groan from a man, it was really painful to hear, no matter how slow the guard's footsteps were, he gritted his teeth and returned to his post to stand still.

Tea room.

Murong Xun covered his lower body with one hand, staring at the table with red eyes like a defeated beast.

Jing Tingge's body was covered in smoky purple and scattered like the torn feathers of a tired bird, half of her carmine red coat was exposed, one side was hung by a thin strap on her snow-white skin, half propped on the tea table, she was also staring at him viciously.

"You are murdering your own husband!"

"Get out! The beautiful wife you are marrying is stretching her neck in Yuanlin Palace right now. You, tell me where to go back and forth. If you dare to touch me again, it will not be as simple as a knee bump."

Didn't this woman's knees have been specially trained? !
The lower body pain is still there, but it is too embarrassing to go away.

He endured the pain and took two steps forward, Jing Tingge subconsciously shrank back.

"I'm not joking with you." With a tense voice, she reached out and picked up half of the teapot fragments.

Murong Xun laughed suddenly, mockingly, "I thought you were some kind of female hero. At a time like this, don't you just want to be petty and seek life and death."

"Who is looking for death or life. This thing is used to scratch your neck." She raised the object in her hand.

If there are any weaknesses in Jing Tingge, it is nothing more than quick temper, strong self-esteem, and unbearable excitement.Ruan Xueyin knew this well, and Murong Xun naturally knew it too after being with her for many years.

"A heroine who can use everything as a weapon with a femme heart is afraid of this?" Murong Xun continued to walk, approaching step by step, "You don't care about it like this, what are you doing protecting this body?"

Jing Tingge's face blushed and turned pale when he heard his words in a blunt and rascally manner, "I knew you were such a bastard,"

"Did you choose Murong Lin instead of me?" Murong Xun snatched it up, and then sneered, "He's a lot more bastards than me, he's stripped you to pieces."

Jing Tingge had never suffered this kind of crime, and it would be a lie to say that there is no panic, and Murong Xun didn't look like he was enlightened by a Bodhisattva at all, but rather like he was possessed by a demon.

It was too abnormal, she forced herself to remain calm. "What exactly is it that stimulates you?"

Murong Xun once again came down to the table condescendingly, "Enough waiting."

Jing Tingge was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Okay."

Murong Xun was stunned, and looked down at her, "What."

Jing Tingge threw away the broken porcelain in her hands, and pulled off the drooping dress, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin. "up to you."

The gibbous moon was in the sky, Yin Han was clear, and Murong Xun went out.

A little embarrassed, no one dared to look at it.Xiuluan Fengyi knelt outside the gate of the Rongma Garden, not daring to vent his breath.

"If half a word about today's incident is spread," he said near the gate, his voice was as loud as a mountain and river enough for everyone to hear, "five horses will divide the body, and the nine clans will be implicated."

Shengjia went, Xiuluan went back to Jingshuiwu alone to get the cloak.The two maids hurriedly wrapped Jing Ting Ge tightly, and picked up the dark path and helped him back to the house.

Changing clothes and bathing, Jing Tingge did not speak the whole time.The soup cup was ready and placed on the table, she didn't even look at it, she just got into the bed curtain and never came out again.

No one knows what happened or not.The two maids are unaccompanied, and it is useless to observe silently while bathing.

Jing Tingge hugged the quilt and sat in the tent for a long time.Until everything was silent and only the sound of Wankong Lake was heard, she got out of bed, dressed and walked out of the room.When he first entered the ugly world, Xiu Luan slept peacefully on the small table in the side hall.

Remind her of Ruan Xueyin.

"gentlemen."

She slept so lightly, like Ruan Xueyin.Jing Tingge nodded, "Go back to sleep. Leave me alone."

"Where are you going, sir?"

Jing Tingge fell silent, "The Imperial Palace."

Logically, one should inquire first, because Murong Xun may not necessarily rest in the Imperial Palace.But Jing Tingge didn't order, so Xiu Luan only accompanied him with a big palace lantern.

Huo Qi personally came out to answer the words. "Your Majesty has already rested. Come back tomorrow, sir."

"Just pass on the message. If he doesn't see you, I'll go back."

Even Zhonggong doesn't have such confidence, Jing Tingge does.Huo Qi didn't say any more, turned around to do it, and when he appeared again, he respectfully asked.

Murong Xun was dressed in black pajamas, sitting silently in front of the couch with his hands clasped on his knees and elbows.Seeing her coming in, he didn't raise his eyes, just looked at the dark ground.

"You're right." Jing Tingge went towards him, "I am such a heartless and ruthless person, if necessary in the future, I will use this body."

When she came to him, the smoky purple skirt touched his knees, "I was impulsive in the military court earlier, but now I am sincere." She pulled the belt around her waist, and all the light skirt fell to the ground,

"There are only three things that must be agreed upon first with your majesty. First, this matter must not be known to anyone, including the middle palace. If you want to, you can go to Jingshuiwu. To avoid suspicion, I will not come to the imperial court again after tonight." Second, never stay overnight. After the matter is done, the emperor has to leave. It is the same today, I will go back after the end. Third, Jing Ting Ge will never enter the harem."

Murong Xun kept staring at her snow-white bare feet on the black ground.The snowy feet go up to the delicate ankles, and then the smooth calves.One knee bumped against him a few hours ago, probably because of too much force, it is still a little red at the moment.

Looking up all the way, from her chest to her shoulders and neck, she just stood in front of him with her body stretched out, without avoiding her eyes, waiting for him to make a move.

Murong Xun stared fixedly at her face, his eyes were on fire.

"Why, once the minister took the initiative, the emperor lost interest?"

Murong Xun's complexion changed again and again, unable to distinguish between anger and pain or disappointment.Jing Tingge, who was as white as moonlight, looked down at him expressionlessly, as if watching a play.

He finally made a move, grabbing her thin white wrist and pulling it towards the bed, Jing Tingge went along with all his strength, his whole body spread out on the big dragon bed like a fish waiting to be slaughtered.

"Why do you," he pressed up, breathing heavily on her face, "I would rather have an affair like this than come to me justifiably. You could have been the most honorable woman in the country, just like Ruan Xueyin, but So humble and self-deprecating.”

He pressed her, and the girl's warm gardenia fragrance wafted up,
"Jing Ting Ge, I will treat you with sincerity and wait for you, what do you think of me?"

"I have already answered all the questions that should be answered. You have to ask why." She looked into his eyes and paused every word.
"I don't want Ruan Xueyin's dignity. I don't want Jing's family name in the history books. The country is unknown. Wei Jun Murong Xun's favorite concubine. The memorabilia of his life is just like a mountain beacon playing the world."

Murong Xun's tea-brown eyes were filled with layers of dark night.

She no longer looked at him, lowered her eyelashes,
"If you want to do it, don't talk nonsense."

(End of this chapter)