Yin Luzhu looked at the man in front of him. He was proud and proud. Even though his body was covered in scars, he still couldn't hide his innate grace and nobility.
In the past, Yin Luzhu hated him the most and tried desperately to destroy him and make him surrender at his feet.
Just when Xuanqing thought that the person in front of him would torture him like before, Yin Luzhu put a robe on him.
"Let's go back home."
His tone was as familiar as if he had been an old friend for many years.
Xuan Qing's eyes moved slightly, looking at the figure walking in front, frowning slightly.
How does he want to play with him?
Seeing Xuan Qing standing still, the jailer pushed him rudely and said, "Let's go. The Crown Prince has come to pick you up and it's just a show."
"This man is beautiful. Even the prince knows how to cherish his beauty."
Hearing this, Xuanqing's eyes were dark, but he didn't say a word and walked out silently. The hands hanging by his sides were squeezed tightly until his knuckles turned white.
The robe that belonged to Yin Luzhu fell silently while walking, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and was annihilated in the dark and damp prison without anyone noticing.
After walking out of the palace, Xuanqing glanced at the carriage parked at the entrance of the palace, then calmly looked away and walked forward slowly.
The capital of Great Yin at night looked like a meandering ink painting, but at this moment, he had no time to appreciate it.
His whole body was in pain, and with every step he took, the blood dripped to the ground, and the pain was so painful that he was almost numb.
After waiting for a moment, Yin Luzhu opened the car curtain without waiting for Xuanqing.
In the night, the man was slowly walking forward with stiff steps.
Looking at this scene, Yin Luzhu frowned: "Xuan Qing."
The man's steps suddenly stopped.
Yin Luzhu clearly saw his suddenly stiffened back.
After a moment, Xuanqing slowly turned around and asked from a short distance away, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
Looking at the man's charming face, Yin Luzhu asked leisurely, "Are you seriously ill?"
Xuanqing didn't answer.
"boarding!"
As soon as Yin Luzhu finished speaking, Xuanqing's hand hanging by his side suddenly pinched.
He lowered his eyes, as if he was trying to suppress something.
After a long time, he finally let go of his clenched hands.
Slowly raising his eyes, Xuanqing looked at Yin Luzhu, his eyes were as calm as lake water, without any ripples, and his gentle voice was unhurried.
"Your Majesty, Xuanqing is not worthy of riding with you."
"..." Yin Luzhu pursed his lips lightly. This person really needs some training, otherwise he won't know who he is.
But the man in front of her seemed to be submissive and submissive, but she saw the deep hatred in him.
If it was just contempt and contempt before, now it is unabashed hatred.
Yin Luzhu couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.
Without further hesitation, she ordered: "Get in the car and go back home."
Xuanqing finally stopped struggling. He let out an inaudible sigh and slowly approached the carriage.
That's all, it's just another humiliation. One day, this great Yin will surely surrender under his feet, and even more, this Yin Luzhu will be cut into thousands of pieces.
After getting on the carriage, Xuanqing untied his belt without saying a word, and his movements were neat and without any hesitation.
Yin Luzhu raised his eyebrows slightly, watching his confusing behavior silently, his eyes trembling slightly.
Even if Xuanqing didn't look at her, he could still feel the gaze falling on her. He just felt that it was extremely vulgar and disgusting.
Holding back his resentment, he tore off his clothes and decided to let the "broken sleeves" in front of him do whatever he wanted.
