Wanyanyong was carried into the Serlin Garden by several strong men, where he slept on the couch until nearly five o'clock.
In a daze, he felt a heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body, as if his whole body was covered with thorns.
In the dream, he saw the scene of being abused when he was young again. The whip and the board falling off the Pucha family have been with him for more than ten years. The pain on his skin and the scars all over his body also left a heavy mark on his heart.
Dreaming of such a scene, he vaguely shook his head and murmured on the couch with a red face: "Sister, my son hurts, my son's hand hurts!"
He was lightly covered with a layer of obscene clothes, and his upper body was half-naked. Seven moles like the Big Dipper were arranged on his skin on his abdomen. His strong physique was pressed against the couch. There was a cut on his bronze chest with red scars. The imperial concubine Mingxuan was applying medicine to his wound.
She frowned and shed tears. When she saw him shouting like this, she quickly put down the medicine bottle, stretched her hands around his neck, and gently held his face: "Your Majesty! I'm here, I'm here." "
Her tears fell on his forehead and flowed down his thick eyebrows.
He suddenly felt a coldness on his face, and he opened his tired eyes fiercely. When he saw the look of his beloved wife, he couldn't help but get close to her delicate cheeks.
"Xuan'er, the lonely king dreamed about the scene of the whip coming over again!" He opened his mouth slightly, holding her hand with red eyes.
When she saw his haggard face and listened to his slightly sad words, she felt countless pains in her heart.
She gently stroked his stubbled face and looked lovingly into his bloodshot eyes: "I know, I know, the king is not afraid, I am here, those days are gone! Gone!"
Her soft hands lingered on his face, her delicate eyes were shedding red tears in front of his eyes, and he was quietly immersed in her fragrant skin and pink muscles, feeling the warmth between her jade fingers.
"Your Majesty, I will give you some medicine so that you can get better quickly!" She hugged him, and after a moment she picked up the medicine bottle on the small case and gave him some medicine.
She looked at the hazy piece of flesh and blood, and turned her head away in fear, applying it little by little with trembling arms.
"This Wan Yanliang is so ruthless! He really looks like a blood-devouring demon."
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, sighed softly and asked, "Where's Qingya?"
After Mingxuan heard his tone, he turned his head and looked outside the screen, and could vaguely distinguish a few figures.
Qingya stood up behind the crystal bead curtain, straightened her shoulders, and knelt down with her servant girl in hand. Behind her, there were two people lying on the ground, Cuihe and Xiyi.
On the corridor outside the house, Zhang Jiyan and the two men holding halberds at the door of the house were kneeling. Behind them were those little yellow gatekeepers and maids from yesterday.
The doors and windows of the house were closed, and the lichen was cold. The dim candlelight fell on Qingya's hanging silk hair. She saw that she had removed the pearls in her hair, smoothed off her cheeks, and was only wearing a single plain dress, and her The white feet have also lost their brocade shoes and socks, and are sticking to the cold ground.
She knew that this matter was not a trivial matter, so as soon as she came back, she took off her hairpin and walked barefoot all the way from Hui Wan Garden. She had been kneeling outside the screen for several hours. In such a cold weather, wearing a thick velvet sweater would make you convulse from the cold, not to mention her thin clothing and no coverings.
Her jade feet were red from the cold, and her trembling shoulders were like flickering candlelight, crumbling.
"She's behind the screen!" Mingxuan sighed.
Wanyanyong seemed to be filled with unhappiness, so he propped himself up and leaned on the railing, opening the bed curtain and peeking outside the screen.
"Qingya, come in!" he called with great forbearance.
Outside the silk screen, there was her shadow gradually getting up. Arriving in plain clothes, she pushed aside the beaded curtain and stood alone not far away. The jade pendant Wan Yanliang gave her yesterday was still attached to her pink skin, and her small feet were hidden under her skin. Under the skirt, it is faintly visible.
"Your Majesty!" She gently lowered her skirt and knelt on the lichen.
He only looked at the slightly moving curtains in front of him, feeling extremely sad in his heart. But she held back her hair and lowered her head, not daring to look at his blurred eyes or his haggard face.
"Your Majesty, Qingya realizes his mistake and asks your Majesty to punish him!" She lowered her forehead again.
Mingxuan, looking at her nose that was red from the cold and her trembling shoulders, couldn't bear it anymore and was about to open her mouth to plead for mercy. When he saw this, he raised his hand and stopped what she wanted to say.
"Qingya, come forward and give the medicine to the lonely king!"
His tone was firm and as calm as a mountain. After hearing this, Qing Ya didn't know what to do, so she stopped where she was.
"Concubine, I went to see Yungong first. I was afraid that Yungong wouldn't eat well." Upon seeing this, Mingxuan bowed and retreated, and looked at Qingya before leaving.
"Why, now you don't listen to the orders of the lonely king?" he said.
She raised her head, choked with sobs, then gently lifted her skirt and walked to him. She picked up the vial on the wooden case and held a fine cloth in her right hand. She lowered her eyebrows and respectfully applied medicine to his incision.
She had never seen a man's muscles in her life. She blushed with embarrassment and did not dare to look at him.
But he stared at her, and there seemed to be resentment in his eyes, but they were also rational. He looked at her, at her serious look, at his long, slightly curly hair hanging on his quilt, at her jade wrists flowing on his skin, and at her neck. The bamboo-like jade pendant in the middle.
Suddenly, he seemed to be irritated, so he wiped the potion bottle from her hand, and the pottery bottle instantly shattered into pieces.
"Your Majesty, what are you going to do!" He took advantage of the situation and hugged her waist, pushed her down on the bed, and immediately pressed his whole body on her.
She wanted to get up, but was suppressed by his broad body, unable to move at all. He pinched her slender wrists, pressed her shoulders, and easily controlled her.
He saw the rose pendant on her neck again, the shiny jade pendant. How beautiful and dazzling the pendant was. He recognized it. It was Wan Yanliang's beloved object.
At this moment, his right hand directly opened the skirt of her shoulders, violently pulled off the pendant and threw it to the ground, allowing the jade ring to burst. He seemed to be carried away. He directly held her cheek and kissed her lips. He even touched her waist through the two layers of thin shirt without any place to rest his hands.
"No," her lips were locked tightly, and he kissed her so hard that she couldn't breathe.
Cui He and Xi Yi outside the screen were frightened, and they quickly fell down on the cold ground and knocked their heads.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. I hope you will protect our girl's honor! Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, please calm down! Please calm down! It's all the slaves who deserve death. Please punish the slaves, Your Majesty!"
Everyone outside the door sighed when they heard such a loud kowtow, and Zhang Jiyan also felt uncomfortable hearing it.
Wan Yanyong, the hole on her breasts split open, and the bright red blood dyed her undergarment red. He was still kissing her, and even moved his hand up her cold feet, getting out of control.
"Your Majesty, I beg you, your Majesty, I beg you, Your Majesty!" Xiyi knelt down and his head bled.
He didn't pay attention, so he turned aside her plain clothes and wanted to kiss her neck. The moment he raised his head, he saw the tears flowing down the stream. Her eyes were filled with sadness, and the fearful and empty look in her eyes made him tremble in his heart.
Her neck was disheveled, her hair was stuck to her cheeks, and the gecko sand on her neck was very dazzling. He stopped, withdrew his hand, and sat up alone to look at her tender look. The sad tears and the beautiful cinnabar mole were the thorn in his heart that he couldn't remove.
She did not cry loudly, but shed tears calmly. For a moment, she covered her plain clothes with trembling shoulders, and immediately got off the bed, looking around for the broken jade pendant.
She found half under the incense burner and half under the table on the opposite side. Seeing that the jade ring was split into two, she picked it up with trembling hands and sobbed violently.
"Is this how you love Wan Yanliang?" he asked.
She didn't answer, she just stroked the tears on her cheeks and held the broken jade pendant in her hands.
He looked at her thin shoulders trembling and her eyes dripping with tears. He had never seen her so weak before. The woman in front of him was as tough as silk. Even when she was beaten and scolded, she had never been like this. She was in constant pain, and now for the sake of others, she was so embarrassed and so crazy.
"Answer me!" His voice became heavier.
She didn't answer, she just straightened her messy hair, stuffed the jade pendant into her clothes, pretended to be happy, cried and laughed, turned around, knelt down, and kowtowed.
"Your Majesty, my daughter knows that yesterday's crime is unforgivable, so she has requested to be grounded and fast for seven days! I hope your Majesty will grant me permission. If your Majesty cannot appease your anger, my daughter is willing to bear the punishment of being skinned and cut into pieces."
"The lonely king wants to ask you something!"
"My little girl, please leave!" She still didn't reply to him, and hurriedly retreated. The approaching wave was full of disappointment and sadness, and her jade feet gradually drifted away.
And the knife on his chest, for some reason, was dripping with blood, staining a large area of the bedding red.
"What about the knife that the lonely king received? What does it matter? What does our childhood relationship mean? Li Qingya, is your heart really iron-clad?"
She stopped and looked back at his majestic figure, suddenly feeling a little hazy.
"Your Majesty, you have to be cut into pieces to repay your injuries, and I am willing to do so. But from now on, I only wish to be blood relatives with your Majesty as brother and sister, nothing more." Her firm tone made her He was heartbroken to hear it.
"Nothing else?"
"I have been harassing my brother for many days. After seven days, my little girl will leave on her own. My brother and I will call it a day!"
Carrying her by in such an understatement, as if the two of them had severed their ties of friendship, her hurried footsteps disappeared outside the screen, and her plain dress skirt passed by with the cold wind and disappeared in an instant.
So far, these four words have easily erased the years of emotions between the two of them. The scene of admiring the moon in the summer pavilion, the scene of singing to the plum blossoms in winter, every bit, every muscle, every face, seems to have been taken away in one stroke.
And his impulsive behavior today made her feel ashamed. She came out of the Serenity Garden and walked on the corridor with small steps. The stone steps were cold and the winter wind was biting. When she came face to face, she really wanted to be ripped off her bones, but she didn't realize it.
Thinking back to that time, when he held her little hand with his big hand and walked through the corridors of the building, such pure feelings, without any selfish desire or greed, were just like the red flowers in the garden and the white snow in front of her eyes, unadulterated by any intention. , not even half heavy.
But now, Qing Ya, maybe she really doesn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.
