The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Since she was so looking forward to punishment, she would naturally fulfill him.

Yan Qing walked out.

Wen Jin's body trembled slightly when she stood up. She subconsciously put her hand on the table and then quickly let go.

I haven't knelt for such a long time in the past three years, and for a moment I felt like I couldn't bear it. My legs were shaking slightly, and it was like there were several knives in my knees that were clawing at the bones, causing bursts of sharp pain.

Wen Jin turned to look at Yan Qing's leaving figure, silently closing his eyes, as if he was a little absent-minded. For a moment, his eyes fell on the jar of peach blossom wine placed on the table, and his face turned pale a little bit.

When Yan Qing came back, she was holding a lotus lantern and another tray in her hands. The darkened bookstore immediately became brighter.

Wen Jin was eating at Shishiwanta Taste. When he saw Yan Qing, he stood up subconsciously. Yan Qing said, "Just eat well. If you have anything to say, we can talk after eating."

Wen Jin had no appetite at all.

He was indeed a little hungry, but when he saw the jar of wine placed in his sight, he took a gentle breath and whispered: "I haven't drank for a long time -"

"What will happen if you drink it?" Yan Qing turned around and sat down on a chair not far away, pouring himself a cup of tea, "Will I die?"

Wen Jin pursed her lips and was silent for a while: "If you really were going to die, would Your Highness still let me drink?"

Yan Qing asked: "If you knew that drinking it would kill you, but I insisted on letting you drink it, would you drink it?"

Wen Jin was stunned, and finally gave up struggling, slowly lowering his eyes: "Yes."

"In that case, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Yan Qing took two wine cups and opened the wine jar. The aroma of wine instantly filled the entire library, "You have never refused anything I ask you to do." ”

Wen Jin's face turned paler, and she stared at the jar of wine without blinking. Her hands hanging by her sides clenched tightly involuntarily, and there was obvious resistance in her eyes.

Yan dumped two glasses of wine, handed one to Wen Jin, picked up one himself, and tasted it slowly: "Drink."

Wen Jin stiffly stretched out his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. It took him a while to pick up the wine glass, but the crystal liquid in the glass couldn't help shaking slightly.

"Can't even hold the wine glass firmly?" Yan Qing raised an eyebrow at him, "Can't you wait to be beaten?"

Almost as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, Wen Jin put the wine cup back on the table, knelt down and said, "Your Highness, please punish me."

Yan Qing smiled coldly and stood up. She didn't bother to look for any handy tools, so she directly took the ebony ruler from the table and said, "Hand."

Wen Jin stretched out his hand.

Yan Qing didn't show mercy at all, and hit his palm five times in a row without any hesitation.

At that moment, Wen Jin was in a daze. She felt numbness in her right hand, so numb that she could barely feel anything at all. It wasn't until the beating stopped that she felt overwhelming pain, and one hand quickly became hot and swollen.

The fingertips could not stop trembling, and the palms of the palms were swollen to the naked eye.

The sandalwood ruler was already heavy, and Yan Qing showed no mercy when he lowered his hands. Fortunately, Wen Jin had long been used to enduring pain, and now he could stabilize his body and hold his hands without pain.

Wen Jin stared at his trembling hand, his fingers spasmed, the pain really hurt, the temperature in his palm was so hot that it felt like it was about to burn... He could bear it, and he was used to forbearing it.

As long as he is not allowed to drink, even if his hands are crippled, he has nothing to say.

But Yan Qing was obviously not that easy to dismiss: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Wen Jin narrowed her eyes and knelt upright.

Yan Qing said calmly: "Drink the wine."

Wen Jin stiffly stretched out his hand to hold the wine glass. His painful and hot fingers trembled sharply when they touched the rim of the glass. He endured the pain and steadily picked up the wine cup. The familiar smell made the blood on his face fade away little by little. That unforgettable nightmare came without warning.

Bang!

His hands trembled, the wine cup dropped, and all the peach blossom wine was fed to the blanket in the bookcase.

Wen Jin stared at it in a daze, and for a moment he was still in a daze. After a while, he slowly said, "I deserve to die."

Yan Qing stood up slowly and put the ruler back on the desk: "Continue copying the book, fifty times."

Leaving these words behind, she walked out.

"Your Highness!" Wen Jin spoke urgently, as if he suddenly lost control, turned around and stared at Yan Qing's back, with pleading in his eyes, "Don't... don't go, okay?"

"Wen Jin, you forgot the rules." Yan Qing's eyes fell on his face, her voice was cold and ruthless, "What do you think I am playing with you?"

Wen Jin shook his head slowly, his voice tight: "I don't dare to think so, I..."

"You won't have the chance to leave this bookstore until the jar of wine is finished." Yan Qing said indifferently, "You can resist, but I have a lot of time to waste with you."

Wen Jin lowered his head, his heart tumbling, and his drooped eyelids covered the turbulent emotions in his eyes. Wen Jin's voice was harsh: "I... I have something to say to His Highness."

Yan Qing's expression softened slightly and she stared at him calmly: "Do you have something to say?"

Wen Jin nodded slightly: "놆."

Yan Qing said in an indifferent tone: "You only have one chance."

"I..." Wen Jin's fingertips trembled slightly, her elegant face was as pale as paper, "I had a dream with His Highness."

Yan Qing's eyebrows deepened slightly, and she looked at him intently, then turned around without saying a word, walked back to the couch and sat down.

Wen Jin knelt stiffly for a moment before slowly turning around and facing Yan Qing again. His eyes seemed to have lost all their spirit, lonely and helpless: "I also had a nightmare, a very long dream... so long that I could not see any hope, and every day I was like a walking corpse. In that dream, I... lost the most important person in my life."

Yan Qing looked at his desperate and sad expression, and said calmly: "What is in the dream?"

Wen Jin lowered his eyes, not knowing whether he was absent-minded or thinking about it. After a long while, he calmly and woodenly said: "Your Highness and Xiao Jinghan are a loving couple. Everyone in the capital praises the eldest princess and her husband for their harmonious relationship. They are a match made in heaven."

A match made in heaven?

Yan Qing wanted to sneer, but she seemed to suddenly understand something. Looking at Wen Jin's pale face, she thought: "Are you jealous?"

Wen Jin's eyes were dull and his voice was lonely: "I dare not be jealous."

Yan Qing frowned, as if she suddenly understood something. After a long silence, she relaxed her body and slowly leaned on the couch, gently closing her eyes.

She has always known that her feelings for this person are special. After all, he is a boy she raised with her own hands. But she never thought about things about men and women before. First, she has been married. No matter whether her marriage with Xiao Jinghan is in name only or not, it is a fact that she married by order.

Second, Wen Jin has become a powerful official who is befriended by the powerful in the court. No matter his appearance, demeanor, or status, he is so outstanding and dazzling, just like a popular person in the court.

Yan Qing was very satisfied with him, thinking that he lived the way she imagined he should, and his life was glorious and smooth.

Thirdly, Yan Qing had always felt that she was very considerate and almost always considered him. After all, the title of "unlucky star" was still there, and it was not good for him to have frequent contact with her, and it was even more useless for him to let people know about his relationship with her.

So normally, if there was nothing important, she would take the initiative to keep her distance.

She had never even told him that she had noticed that her body was damaged and corroded by the poison, so that after returning to the imperial city, Yan Qing had never seen Wen Jin lose his composure.

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