Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 70

Rong Yan, who came out in a plain white dress, walked in the snowy night without any unsteady steps, but she didn't say a word, she was so quiet that it was scary.

Zhou Wei didn't care whether such a change was good or bad, but she felt that it was much better than dying in the Scarlet Smoke Palace without fighting spirit.

All night, Rong Xi arrived at the Confucian Temple, and the mage who performed the ritual began to practice. She and Dong He sat quietly aside, while Zhou Wei waited outside.

Yuechan was also outside, standing behind Zhou Yao, she suddenly admired Su Yuan for being able to follow Zhou Yao.

Because the atmosphere inside was too heavy, Zhou Wei could not have come here, but he was worried about Rong Yan, so he was a little worried.

Only then did they follow.

I have been busy with other things this day, and at this moment I suddenly thought of that woman named Qianji.

"Yuechan, come with me." Zhou Wei had something to ask, but it was not suitable to say it here, so she called Yuechan to leave together.

Yuechan, whose name was called, was a little terrified. She glanced at Su Yuan beside her with embarrassing eyes, and only heard Su Yuan say: "Go, master has something to ask you."

Yuechan followed Zhou Wei in the alley, her footsteps were very light, but Zhou Mao walked in big strides, and she was afraid to look at Zhou Wei's back.

"Are you afraid of me?" Zhou Wei asked suddenly.

Yuechan stopped in her tracks immediately, lowered her eyes and replied, "Your Majesty."

She didn't say a reason for a while, Zhou Wei said in a deep voice: "As long as you don't make mistakes, I am not an unreasonable person. Have you ever seen me punish palace people indiscriminately?"

Yuechan stood in front of her, Nuonuo said: "Go back to your mother, no."

"Well, I'm asking you, did Lu Yi go to Scarlet Smoke Palace today?"

Yuechan looked at Zhou Wei, as long as Zhou Wei asked questions, her eyes would always be sharp and piercing, as long as you looked at her, you would never have the courage to lie.

It seems that no matter whether you tell it or not, she will see you as nothing to hide, and you will feel that even if you tell a lie, you will feel uneasy.

Yuechan looked at Zhou Wei, and replied softly: "If you go back to your mother, General Lu has been here."

"And then? What did you say to His Majesty?"

Yuechan raised her eyes to look at Zhou Wei, she saw her eyebrows slightly frowned, her face was displeased, in the dark night, there was only the glimmer of light that Bai Xue took advantage of, which was a little frightening.

"Yesterday Miss Qianji fainted at the gate of the North Palace, buried in the heavy snow and passed out. The fourth prince who left the palace took her back to the mansion. The emperor asked General Lu to bring Miss Qianji back. As a result, in the early morning , General Lu came back alone, saying that Miss Qianji is missing, His Majesty told General Lu to find Miss Qianji back."

What Yuechan said was true, without any omission, Donghe did order so, but Yuechan didn't tell Zhou Wei about the atonement, but Zhou Wei could guess it.

Zhou Wei was silent for a moment thoughtfully, and asked, "When I went to Yanqing Palace last night, did Qianji behave abnormally?"

Yuechan thought about what happened last night, Qianji didn't seem to be abnormal at all, but she couldn't tell what was normal and what was abnormal about Qianji.

"What's wrong? Just say what comes to mind?" Zhou Wei looked at Yuechan's knit brows and said.

"Back to your mother, I don't know what to say about this slave?"

Zhou Wei frowned displeased: "You can say whatever you want, just say it, I just listen to it."

"To tell you the truth, from the day Miss Qianji appeared, the servants don't know what is normal and what is abnormal about her, because she always has the same expression, without too many emotions, her emotions are not Normally, only when facing His Majesty, she always speaks upside down, so that we can't understand what she is saying!" After Yuechan finished speaking, she looked up at Zhou Yao, who looked at the maid in front of her , replied in a cold voice: "So, she was actually the same as usual last night, right?"

"Yes, because after giving the medicine to Concubine Rong, she went to Yanqing Palace with us, and she didn't feel anything abnormal."

Zhou Wei vaguely remembered that bright afternoon, that was the first time she saw Qianji, she said she was Shen Hualou's maid, but she had never seen her before.

The words I said last night, every sentence was heartbreaking, and I cut my heart one by one. If I didn't experience it personally, how could I say such sad words? But if Qianji is Shen Hualou, then many things are It doesn't make sense, with limbs and limbs broken, and being burned by fire, how could it be possible to love to live?

Even if he is alive, it is impossible to recover his body in such a short period of time.

Furthermore, Shen Hualou lost both legs, while Qianji's whole body was intact, she was not injured at all.

So when such a scene happened on the stage at night, Zhou Wei actually believed that Shen Hualou came back and possessed Qianji's body.

She was standing behind Rong Xi last night. The moment something happened to Rong Xi, she leaped over in an instant and caught the child and Rong Xi firmly. If she really wanted to kill the child, she should have killed the child at that time. It won't help.

But later, when Donghe named the child, the cup in her hand fell to the ground, which was a natural reaction.

Zhou Wei recalled what Qianji said last night: "The character Chen is very good. If Concubine Rong gives birth to the next princess, it will be called Chenxi Bailu, which represents dawn!"

Qianji said this sentence without any special meaning, and it was a good meaning, but it happened to stab Donghe.

Donghe's reaction was also very strange. He squeezed Qianji's jaw as he rushed down, and asked who she was?

The eyes she looked at Donghe were full of hatred. What she said was that she had to leave the world of mortals and enter the empty city. Shen Hualou already had a child, but he didn't have one when he was on the battlefield. People from the enemy army killed it, but that sentence, why did you join forces to kill my child, that sentence made everyone present feel trembling. Didn't the child be killed by the enemy army?
Did Donghe and Shen Hualou kill him?

What kind of entanglement is it, and what happened behind the scenes that she doesn't know?
Yesterday in the snow, she asked her if she was Shen Hualou. Her answer was, what is the difference between yes and no?
No matter how?Qian Ji, this woman must be found back?She figured out some things, she must be clear!Be vague.

Yuechan looked at the silent Zhou Wei, her slender fingers were tightly clenched together, she felt her whole body was tense.

"Are there two maids serving Qianji?" Zhou Wei suddenly asked.

Yuechan pursed her lips and said, "Hui Niangniang, it's the Ru Yang sisters, both of whom were transferred by His Majesty."

"What about them?"

"In the courtyard next to Scarlet Smoke Palace." Yuechan replied.

Zhou Wei turned around and said, "Su Yuan, bring them to Zhongcui Palace."

"Yes, empress!" Su Yuan bowed his head in response and left quickly, Yuechan returned to the front of the Confucian Temple and waited for Rong Xi.

Ru Yang and Ru Xue, who were waiting for Qianji's return in the courtyard, lit a lonely lamp, and the courtyard felt a little lonely and quiet. The moment Su Yuan pushed the door and entered, Ru Yang also opened the door from inside. The curtain ran out: "Girl, you're back..." The last word was only said after a long time when he saw clearly that it was Su Yuan.

Su Yuan could feel that their relationship should be very good, from the moment she dug out and the surprise in her eyes, these could not be concealed.

After a long time, Ru Yang said, "Why is Aunt Su Yuan here?"

Su Yuan looked at her, and said calmly: "Concubine Zhou, please go over."

Ru Yang's eyes turned slightly, and she said, "Dare to ask aunt, is it because of Miss Qianji?"

"Yes." Su Yuan replied.

Ru Yang glanced back into the room, and said: "Little sister is already asleep, she usually only serves tea and water, if she is asked to say something, she can't tell, is it okay for the servant to go with aunt?"

It turned out that Ru Yang's two sisters belonged to Aunt He in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Aunt He has always protected them both, and Ru Yang acts upright on weekdays. Besides, everyone knows that Ru Xue only has a child's mind and there is nothing she can do.

"Since I'm asleep, you can go with me."

Ru Yang followed Su Yuan to Zhongcui Palace, Zhou Wei had already changed into a warrior's clothes, she was wearing a pair of wooden clogs, and the loose warrior clothes would always have a different taste on her body.

"Slave Ru Yang sees Concubine Zhou!" Ru Yang slowly bowed in front of Concubine Zhou.

Zhou Wei didn't look at her, but said in a deep voice, "Get up and answer."

"Thank you, ma'am!" Ru Yang straightened up slowly after speaking, she lowered her eyes, only to hear Zhou Jiao say: "Raise your head, don't look like a criminal!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Zhou Wei looked at the woman in front of her, compared to Yue Chan, she was much calmer, such a woman usually looked taciturn, but in fact she was neither humble nor overbearing at any time.

Ru Yang raised her head slowly, looked at Zhou Kui, and there was a sign posted on the wall behind Zhou Kui: Everlasting hatred is not as good as water, wait for the calm to make waves.

When she saw this sentence, Ru Yang suddenly thought of a few other poems, thinking about it, she also read it out: "Things are not enough when you are suffering, and you go to Long and look at Shu. People's hearts are like waves, and the world has twists and turns."

Zhou Wei frowned slightly when she heard her read it out, but she was not displeased, and said in a deep voice, "Have you been to school?"

"Returning to your mother, I went to work secretly for a few days and learned some words." Ru Yang replied humbly.

Zhou Wei glanced at her, handed the long sword in his hand to Su Yuan, and said, "Those who can say this poem in response, probably not only know some words."

Ru Yang looked up at Zhou Mao and said, "Compared to your empress, it's a servant girl showing off."

Zhou Wei glanced at her, such a woman must be transparent, following Qianji's side, she should be able to figure out every trace of emotion very clearly.

"You should know why I am looking for you?" Zhou Wei said lightly.

"Back to your mother, is it about Miss Qianji?"

"Since Your Majesty transferred you there, I have been with Qianji for a while. In your eyes, what kind of person is she?" After Zhou Wei asked, Ru Yang thought about it thoughtfully, pursed her lips and fell silent. It took a while to reply: "In the eyes of the servants, she is a complicated person, which cannot be summed up in one sentence."

"Tell me."

"Sometimes she is taciturn, sometimes full of thoughts, sometimes like a child, and sometimes she feels deep and incomprehensible." After Ru Yang finished speaking concisely, Zhou Yao nodded and asked, "What's different about her these days?"

"Your Majesty, I feel that Miss Qianji is a little different every day? It seems that every day is normal. After a long time, I feel that it is actually normal, and she is that kind of person." What Ru Yang said was true, but She was still trying to hide something.

No matter what, Qianji hasn't come back yet, no matter what she says, she follows Qianji, and she will always focus on Qianji, so if there is anything in the future, I have to wait until Qianji returns.

"What's different about her last night?" After Zhou Wei asked, Ru Yang was silent for a moment and said, "There was nothing unusual about her last night. She even asked her servants to pay attention to the little prince and not let outsiders get in touch with her, but your mother I also know that the empress and the empress dowager are not something we can pay attention to, don't you think?"

What does Ru Yang's words mean?Or what did Qianji's words mean?
"I'm asking you, is there anything unusual about her?" Zhou Wei's words unknowingly had a hint of bitterness, probably because she felt that Ru Yang was prevaricating her.

Ru Yang replied in a loud voice: "Yes, but it wasn't last night. Not long after Concubine Rong gave birth to the little prince, His Majesty went down to the courtyard once, and after talking to the girl, the girl was trembling all over the night. Did not fall asleep, then developed a high fever and fell ill, but recovered the next day, and did not inform outsiders."

"Did you hear what His Majesty said?" Zhou Wei asked in a deep voice.

"The girl asked His Majesty why he abandoned Concubine Rong and chose to protect the child. Your Majesty said that this child is probably the first child reincarnated, so he wants to keep it." After Ru Yang finished speaking, Zhou Wei murmured: "The first a child?"

"My servant heard His Majesty say that it is the first child with the empress!" As soon as Ru Yang finished speaking, Zhou Yao's eyes widened instantly, and she said angrily, "What?"

"The first child with the empress?" Zhou Wei's words seemed to be filled with anger.

Ru Yang pretended to frown slightly, and looked at Zhou Wei. Ru Yang followed Qianji and had seen Zhou Wei and Dong He confront each other twice, so she was sure of something, and now that she said it like this, Zhou Wei It was such a reaction again, she knew that she was right.

"Yes, Your Majesty, that's what His Majesty said at the time, but later on, the girl went back to her room to sleep, and that time was a bit unusual." Ru Yang said lightly.

"I know, you can go back."

Zhou Wei didn't ask any more questions afterwards, which made Ru Yang feel relieved. Thinking about it, it seemed that Zhou Wei had other secrets in his heart about the dead child, otherwise, how could he react like this?
It was almost midnight when we returned to the courtyard, and Ru Xue had already woken up. Seeing her sister coming back, she hurriedly got up and sat up straight: "Sister, are you alright?"

"What's the matter, Concubine Zhou just asked a few words, why are you awake?" Ru Yang sat down, gently stroking her long hair and said.

"I heard what my sister said just now, and I woke up." Ru Xue said, looking at Ru Yang with a face full of guilt.

Ru Yang smiled softly, "It's okay, but if someone asks about the girl in the future, just say you don't know, do you know?"

"Understood, sister." She looked at Ru Yang, and nodded in a ignorant manner. She was always right when she listened to her sister.

That night, after the ceremony, both Donghe and Rong Xi should have gone back, but Rong Xi sat there the whole time, she didn't shed a tear, didn't say a word of nonsense, just quietly looked at the small figure in front of her , her gaze and expression were all silent in the silence.

Donghe didn't know that Zhou Yao's two slaps woke her up?Or what did Zhou Wei say to her?
Such tolerance made him feel strange.

Once the midnight passed, it would be dawn in a few hours. Rong Xi looked at Dong He with calm eyes.

"Your Majesty, you can go back and rest first, it is enough for the concubine to stay here." In her indifferent words, she did not know what kind of pain was hidden.

Dong He didn't move, and Rong Xi didn't leave either, both of them sat quietly like this, Rong Xi's eyes drifted away: "Your Majesty, can I ask a question?"

"You said."

"Since the concubine asks, she wants to get an answer, and she wants a real answer." It was the first time that Rong Xi's words were so firm.

"The concubine has never argued for anything with the sisters in the palace, nor has she ever asked His Majesty for anything, so I implore Your Majesty to treat my concubine sincerely once, and I will never ask for anything again!" Rong Yu said decisively. , so that Donghe has no room to back down.

"I will tell you what you want to ask." Donghe also replied in a deep voice.

"Why did His Majesty get angry when Qian Ji said that sentence? In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with saying that I will give birth to a daughter called Chenxi Bailu. I don't understand why Your Majesty is so angry?" Rong Yu After finishing speaking, Donghe breathed heavily.

"Is there anything else you want to ask? I'll tell you once and for all!"

After Donghe finished that sentence, Rong Xi did say one more thing, which was: "Why would Miss Qianji say that? Is she Shen Hualou?"

Speaking of Shen Hualou, Donghe's expression froze slightly, and then he said: "She is not Shen Hualou, there is no more Shen Hualou in this world."

"What do you mean by no?" Rong Xi asked slowly.

"It's what you imagined." Donghe's words were also without any warmth.

"Then why is His Majesty angry?"

"Because Chen Zi is the name I once gave her and my child." Donghe's answer made Rong Xi's heart stagnate.

Everyone said that His Majesty's favorite woman is the second lady of the Shen family. draft girl.

"The concubine probably already knows." When Rong Xi finished speaking, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. I don't know what kind of meaning this kind of smile means, but laughing at the time of love is probably not a good thing. Bar.

Donghe won't think too much about what such a smile means, because he has no intention to explore what this smile means now.

But at this time in the palace, the painting building was tired after the frolic, and Donghua was also a little tired, so the two sat in the East Wing and drank goat's milk wine.

The charcoal fire in the house was burning red, Hualou and Donghua sat not too far away, but the room was already warm enough.

Qianji has been in the mansion of animation for many years, and never eats cattle or sheep, no matter whether it is meat or goat's milk, let alone eating, she is very sensitive to the smell, but she is holding a wine bag containing goat's milk , without the slightest twitch, picked it up and drank it up.

"This king suddenly doesn't know whether it was the real you in the past or the real you now." Donghua's words were very soft, but it was faintly blurred.

Hualou looked at him, his gaze was slightly cloudy and foggy: "My lord, which one do you think is the real me?"

Donghua looked at the painting building for a long time without speaking, but the painting building continued: "If you really want to divide the real me, then I am the real me now."

After Hualou finished speaking, she giggled, she hadn't laughed like this for a long time, and she remembered that when she asked Donghua to drink a bowl of wine in the restaurant, she asked him to pay for all the dishes on the table.

Thinking about it now, Donghua gave way to her everywhere, not because she was really controlling him, but because he had her in his heart, so he didn't show mercy to her, but his heart was full of it.

It seems that after that incident, Hualou became more and more reckless, and it was like this every time afterwards. What Hualou didn't know was that every time Donghua went there with enough money, for the sake of Just pay her the bill.

The door of the hall was not closed, and the painting building looked at the snowflakes that had been floating outside, and sighed: "This year's snow came so fast that there was no sign of it."

"God is like this. He has always played cards unreasonably." Donghua said and took a sip of his drink.

After the snowball fight, Hualou asked Sishui and the others to prepare a lot of wine, and then let them go back to rest.

Hualou looked at the jars of wine in front of him and said, "My lord, in my memory, I seem to have never had a drink with you."

"You didn't know how to drink before." Donghua looked at her and said slowly.

Hualou replied: "My lord forgot that he kicked me into the pool that day. I died once and came back to life. Maybe I want to meet, and I will know how to meet."

"Look, you still hold grudges."

"You didn't apologize to me, why can't I hold grudges!" Hualou said coldly.

Donghua frowned, looking at her appearance at the moment, like an idle person, sitting on the ground without restraint, what changed her?Donghua was very curious.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for you."

Hualou looked back at him and said, "In this way, you owe me three lives. If you want to kill me in the future, you must let me go three times first!"

She said it calmly, but Donghua felt a little worried. If Donghua wanted to kill someone, let alone three times, even thirty times, he would definitely die.

"Okay!" But Donghua agreed after hearing her finish.

The goat's milk wine had already been drunk, and the altar was full of old wine. Hualou poured a bowl, and Donghua also poured a bowl, picked it up and said, "Thank you!"

Hualou's thank you came too suddenly, even without warning. She seems to have nothing to thank Donghua for now.

Because Qianji doesn't have it, but Shen Hualou does, there are too many of them.

I should be thankful.

After she finished speaking, she poured down a whole bowl boldly, her face flushed slightly.

Snow was blowing outside the house, but Hualou felt her whole body was cold and stiff, she bent down and lay beside the brazier, the golden brazier in front of her, the charcoal fire was burning brighter and brighter, and bright sparks shot out, Only the crackling sound of '噗嗤' was heard in the air.

Donghua looked at her, she was dressed in a white brocade dress, her delicate face faded, her eyes were eclipsed, her vision was so confused that there was no foothold, silent, absolutely silent, she picked up the pliers, loosened her fingers slightly, and Placed in the scorching charcoal fire, she stirred gently, and the fiery red light reflected on her cheeks, making it dim.

"Thanks for what?"

Hua Lou lay on his stomach, slowly raised his head and looked at him and replied: "The prince will know in the future, I am afraid that I will not have the chance to thank the prince at that time, so I will say it first, the prince must remember."

After coming here for a while, Hualou suddenly got up and ran to the door in a stumbling manner. The strong wind was blowing a little bit. She folded her arms and looked at Donghua and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, what's going on in the palace now?"

Donghua looked at her thin skirt being rustled in the wind, and raised his voice and said, "There is news from the palace that Donghe is going to do something to the little prince, but Concubine Rong won't let her go. Hey, she, Pei Chengen, snatched the little prince from Concubine Rong's grasp and slapped Concubine Rong twice before waking her up!"

Hua Lou listened, feeling a little pain in his heart, he didn't know if it was empathy, or just mother's feeling, or she was sympathizing with Rong Yan as a poor person.

Wasn't she herself a poor creature?
Hualou didn't answer, but heard Donghua say: "This king's nephew is a ruthless person, and also a ruthless person."

"I used to think that the most ruthless person in the world was Prince An!" Hualou said coldly.

"You talk about it."

Hua Lou's eyes were blurred, and he looked into the distance and said: "Once a person dies, the moisture and cold on the body will increase. This is known to everyone. The emperor watched Rong Xi holding the child all day and night. Is he not wrong?" I understand, it's letting go!"

Donghua also slowly stretched out his hands to support the floor, got up slowly and walked behind her, and said: "It is said that a woman's ignorance is virtue, and it is probably because she is afraid that there are intelligent women like you. Those stupid women, stupid people There are silly blessings, but those who see too clearly will become sober instead. Once a person is sober, the pain will increase by dozens of times, so it is painful."

Hualou turned around slowly and looked at Donghua, holding his arm and said: "I'd better go back to drink, don't think about it, don't think about it, I'll go back in a few days, I have to think about it every day, I have to think about it every day"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, until at last it was almost inaudible.

Under the light of the brazier, she held the wine bowl and drank bowl after bowl. Donghua watched her drink quietly like this, and also drank with her.

"Qianji, you are drunk, drink less." Donghua said softly.

Hualou pushed his hand away and said: "I don't get drunk that easily, but I want to get drunk. It's good to be drunk. When I'm drunk, I don't have to think about anything."

As she spoke, she kept pouring wine into her mouth, and Donghua also drank a lot. Under the faint light, he seemed to see Shen Hualou's figure.

He shouted: "Painting building."

"Ah."

".Hualou." Donghua murmured.

Hualou looked into his blurred eyes, and smiled slightly, Shen Hualou was dead, I am Qianji, I am Qianji.

She said it over and over again in her heart.

But at that moment, Donghua was already unconscious, and the distance between the two of them was extremely close. Hualou's body was swaying and shaking slightly. Blood red looked at her and called out: "Painting building!"

Hualou shook his head and said, "I am not."

"No, you are." Donghua clasped the back of her head as he spoke, and covered his thin lips with a strong alcohol smell, not caring whether the alcohol smell was his or his.

Donghua's strength was so strong that Hualou couldn't push him at all. Her shoulders were firmly held down by a pair of big hands. There was no support behind Hualou. She fell down directly after being pushed by Donghua. lying on the ground.

At this time, Hualou was hot and weak because of drinking too much wine, and she couldn't push Donghua away. She opened her mouth and bit his lips, but it's okay not to bite. On the contrary, it was more like a disguised response, his breath became heavier and his movements became much rougher.

"...painting building." Donghua murmured.

"Oh~~I don't~~No!" Hualou said intermittently, but Donghua didn't hear a single word.

Hualou stretched out his hand but pushed her away, but he clamped his hands tightly. Donghua looked at the woman in front of him. Her eyes, her demeanor, and her face were all real. She was not dead yet. Did not leave him.

Donghua's actions became more and more eager. Hualou is now Qianji, so it doesn't matter what happens to Donghua, but she also said, she can't do this, she can't.

Some things are like a nightmare. The year she married Donghe, what kind of bridal night, the chaos of that night, she didn't have the so-called bridal night at all.

And what happened later was like a nightmare, just a nightmare. In that nightmare, she and Donghe had a child of theirs, but after the child was gone, although they were husband and wife, they never had that kind of thing again. couple intimacy.

She had already fallen asleep that day, but Dong He went out to drink with Dong Chen and the others. It was very late when he came back. In the dark night, Dong He climbed into her bed. They were husband and wife, and they came sooner or later , will have this day, won't it?
He was drunk, she was wearing obscene clothes, thin and simple, Donghe seemed crazy that day, she hadn't had an affair yet, but Donghe didn't care about her feelings at all, and violently tore apart In the dark night, she felt that the man she was facing was too scary.

She talked to him, but Donghe said that all women will go through this step. She is Shen Hualou, but Shen Hualou is also a woman.

He tried his best to penetrate her, time and time again, the pain made all the hairs on her body stand up, the inside was so dry and torn, she wanted to escape, wanted to avoid, the more she shrank to the edge of the bed, he stepped forward Press hard until she is forced into that small corner!
When she got married, the mother in the palace said, don’t be afraid, it’s fine, but what she experienced was not what others said. She thought, in this life, she will never have such an experience again, that person can’t be anyone , even if it is Donghe, it won't work!

Thinking of this, she kept beating Donghua's chest, but Donghua didn't seem to feel it, and was unmoved at all. Hualou's body began to tremble slightly, as if this night would also overlap with the image of that night .

Her face was full of unwillingness, and her small faces were tightly wrinkled together. Donghua's forehead was covered with sweat, dripping down her shoulders. Donghua looked at her with lust in his eyes. Trembling uncontrollably, Hualou wanted to escape, but at that moment, Donghua's hand grabbed her clothes violently and pulled them to the sides. Her clothes were torn in half with a hiss, and the snow-white A large piece of young girl's skin was exposed under Donghua's eyes. He threw her clothes aside, hugged her tightly with both hands, and his cold lips moved restlessly on her body, from top to bottom without leaving a trace, drawing Lou was so frightened that her whole body began to tremble. Her eyes were full of water mist. She pressed her hands and tried desperately to push him away, but she was still pressed by him. She couldn't help sobbing, huge tears It rolled out of her eyes and fell into his palm drop by drop. She suddenly heard something, stretched her hand to her head, pulled out a hairpin, held it in her hand and pointed it straight at Donghua's. The neck was pierced, and Donghua, who felt the pain, seemed to wake up suddenly. After seeing the woman lying under him clearly, his eyes began to slowly become clear, and he slowly let go of his hand, and stepped back. , holding her head tightly with both hands, shaking desperately, after a long time, he came to his senses, picked up her clothes from the ground and covered her body, bent down and hugged her.

"sorry."

Hualou was motionless in his arms, Donghua hugged her on his bed, and then left alone.

Looking at his leaving back, she was finally relieved, but the moment Donghua's figure disappeared at the door, she burst into tears.

After Donghua came out, he almost fell at the door. He supported the doorpost, clenched his fists and hit the pillar heavily, and stumbled towards the closed room.

There was a faint fragrance floating in the dark room, and he walked slowly and lightly step by step. The woman on the bed was so cold that there was no temperature at all. He described it as having no temperature because he knew that dead people have no temperature, because he was still there all the time. He didn't dare to touch it with the temperature of his hands, he was afraid of destroying the hotbed, and he was afraid that after the ice cubes melted, the people in front of him would never have a chance to be revived.

Donghua remembered what he did just now, he covered his face with his hands, his face was full of annoyance and remorse, he was really dreaming, he couldn't tell the real from the hallucination.

Looking at the scarred body, the pain in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Hualou, wait a little longer, wait a little longer, I will definitely be able to get the medicine to save you, soon, soon." Donghua's voice echoed again and again in the darkness, he Sitting not far from the hotbed, quietly sitting on that chair, sitting all night.

Originally drunk, Shen Hualou had never been so sober at this time. She wanted to get drunk, but the more she drank, the more sober she became.

When the water is cut off with a knife, the water will flow more, and it will be more sorrowful to drink alcohol to relieve the sorrow.

Just like that, she kept her eyes open until dawn. She felt a splitting headache and fell asleep after taking two pills. This sleepiness lasted until the afternoon.

When he woke up, Donghua was standing next to the window coffin. He was wearing a white brocade robe. After Hualou woke up, he held his breath for a long time and did not dare to make a sound. The events of last night were vivid in his memory.

Knowing that she had woken up, Donghua pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Are you awake? When your lunch is cold, get up and have lunch."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out. Before the painting building responded, there was no one there.

After Donghua went out, after a while, a maid came in, stood in front of her and said, "Girl, this servant will help you change your clothes."

It's not like water and fleeting years, and Hualou is not very familiar, but in Donghua's house, she is probably Donghua's personal maid. Her words and deeds are like Hualou being raped by Donghua.
"No need, I'll just come by myself, you wait for me outside." Hua Lou didn't like being waited on and dressed, so he had to say.

But unexpectedly, she was choked back by a single sentence: "My lord said, you may feel unwell, let the slaves take care of you to wash and change your clothes."

Hua Lou stared at her blankly, she was half lying down, and she only saw the red spot on her neck when she lowered her eyes, is it useful to explain such a situation?
The maid looked at her, with a faint smile on her mouth, and said playfully: "Girl, my master specially ordered the kitchen to cook your favorite dishes, and also made you a tonic soup, waiting for lunch when you wake up." It's been reheated twice."

She spoke eloquently, Hualou really couldn't answer a single word, all she knew was that she was really almost raped by this beast last night!
Therefore, everyone said not to drink, and drinking was a mistake, and that's how it came about.

Who knows if he is sober or is playing crazy with wine?
Because Hualou drank too much yesterday, it was indeed uncomfortable to wake up. She shook her head vigorously, and the maid saw it and said, "Girl, are you not feeling well?"

Hualou glanced at her and said, "It's okay, I drank too much last night and I have a headache."

"It's okay, just eat something later." While speaking, she wet the silk handkerchief in water and wrung it dry, and handed it to Hualou.

Hualou walked out slowly after washing up. Donghua was already sitting at the table, waiting for her to enter the table, but God knows, her heart was in a mess at the moment. He could pretend that nothing happened, but Hualou As soon as she remembered what happened last night in her mind, the way she looked at Donghua changed.

"What are you still doing standing there? Do you want to serve lunch for the fourth time in the afternoon?"

Hualou was heartbroken, and strode over, saying displeasedly: "You can't be hungry, so just say it!"

Donghua raised his eyes and glared at her, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks and began to eat.

Hualou sat across from him, and the atmosphere on the table was always a little awkward. It was not until the end of the meal that Hualou slowly said, "I want to go to Ciguang Temple in the afternoon."

"Today is not suitable for traveling, go tomorrow morning."

(End of this chapter)