Late at night, Chang'an, the palace.
Zhou Ruoxiao sat cross-legged on a large golden chair, a bright red mole on his forehead glowing in the flickering candlelight.
On his body, a pair of slender hands were like long snakes, slowly swimming around his body.
The owner of these jade hands is none other than the current Empress Liu, Liu Wanyu.
Liu Wanyu gently hugged Zhou Ruoxiao's neck from behind, slipped her hand from his collar, then lay on his shoulder and breathed Ruolan into his ear.
However, even if Liu Wanyu was so provocative, Zhou Ruoxiao still had no reaction. If Liu Wanyu hadn't touched his chest and could still feel the strong beating of his heart, she might have thought that this man was already dead, yet he could still remain pregnant despite teasing such a beautiful woman like her.
"You... are no longer interested in me." Liu Wanyu put her chin on Zhou Ruoxiao's broad shoulder and said slowly.
Zhou Ruoxiao said coldly, "The murderous intention has been realized, and I am ruthless."
"Haha, this is fine, this is fine. It was a deal between you and me."
"Do you regret it?"
Liu Wanyu shook her head gently, nodded again, and said, "I don't regret it yet, but I will soon."
"I heard that you went to the Fourth Prince's Mansion?"
"Well, the child's parrot died and he cried for a long time. I went over and chatted with him for a while."
"I didn't expect you to be able to dance with a sword. You haven't danced for a long time. I think you are a little unfamiliar with holding a sword."
"Yes, it takes a long time to move around in this deep palace. How about you move around for me?"
"You should give it back to me if you take my dragon talisman. It will be very troublesome if I don't have it."
"Well, that thing is on my bed. How about you go to my place to get it later?"
There was a hint of displeasure on Zhou Ruoxiao's face, and he raised his hand to pinch Liu Wanyu's right hand that was sliding down.
Liu Wanyu's face showed a look of pain for a moment, but she bit her lips and did not make any sound.
After half a moment, Zhou Ruoxiao withdrew his hand.
Liu Wanyu seemed not to notice the large area of black and blue on her right hand, and said with a chuckle, "I heard that the little girl has also come to Yongzhou. I don't know if she is here to pick up her brother to go home for the New Year, or to pick you up. Going back."
"Even if you let the little kid out, he may not be able to escape. There is no movement from Wang Daofan."
"Isn't that you? No man would want to see a woman cry."
Qin Tianjian.
In the darkness, two figures sat opposite each other.
"He said ten years ago that one day in ten years will be when I leave. I want to know, how long until this day?"
"I do not know either."
"They're hiding here with you."
"That's because their destiny has not yet arrived."
"So I didn't touch them."
"So you threaten me with this?"
"Just a deal."
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Qintian Prison, somewhere in a dark corner.
"Do you think we can really escape?" Jiang Xianfeng raised his head and tightened his thin clothes and said.
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Luo Qing shook his head and said, "I don't know either."
Jiang Xianfeng hugged his knees with both hands, huddled tightly and leaned against the wall. The cold wind hurt his face and his lips turned purple from the cold.
"My big parrot is dead..." Jiang Xianfeng pouted and said with a sad look on his face.
In the body of an adult, there is a childish soul.
In the past ten years, Jiang Xianfeng has never had contact with the outside world, and naturally has not gained any knowledge or life experience. His knowledge is still at the age of eight.
Luo Qing hugged Jiang Xianfeng distressedly and slowly released a layer of internal energy barrier to isolate part of the cold.
Although Jiang Xianfeng's body was still shivering from the cold, the intensity of the trembling had been significantly reduced.
It wasn't that Luo Qing was stingy, it was just that she didn't know how to take Jiang Xianfeng out of the city.
After Liu Wanyu released them, Luo Qing noticed that there was a very powerful pressure that seemed to be looking for them.
After Liu Wanyu took them to Qintian Prison, she left. She just told them that Jiang Zhiyuan would come to pick them up and let them hide here.
"My mother said that my sister will come to pick me up, but I don't know how my sister will come? I'm so worried about my sister. The man named Zhou actually did that to her, and my mother and concubine... I heard that there are many masters in Chang'an, If sister is discovered..."
Jiang Xianfeng felt that his thoughts were like a mess, and Luo Qing could only put his forehead gently against his cheek and whispered, "I don't want to think so much anymore, go to sleep, go to sleep, we will be able to go out soon, go out Enough……"
With a lot of worries on his mind, Jiang Xianfeng had a dream in a daze.
In the dream, his body was covered in blood and he was desperately climbing towards a very familiar giant door.
Just keep climbing, keep climbing.
His arms were sore and tired, and his stomach was in extra pain from the rough ground.
But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, as if there was some reason behind the giant door that forced him to climb through.
And behind him, there was a voice that kept urging him to crawl faster, crawl faster.
Whenever he wanted to look back and see who was urging him, there would always be a force that stopped him from turning around.
Just crawling and crawling, crawling and crawling, but there seemed to be an insurmountable distance between him and the giant door, and it seemed as if he had just been crawling in place and never moved.
In Chang'an late at night, it started to snow again.
On the cold West Market streets, the lights on the second floor of Fenglai Building were still on.
In this dark environment, this light has also become the salvation of some homeless people or stray cats and dogs.
When the whole of Chang'an is immersed in the warm flavor of New Year, those who are still thinking about where to sleep tonight seem to be out of tune with this city.
But now Chang'an has finally calmed down, like a playful child who has spent all his energy during the day and is using the deep sleep at night to recuperate, eagerly looking forward to a new tomorrow in his peaceful sleep.
In this silence, these people who wandered for various reasons slowed down and hid silently in the darkness.
At this moment, they merged with the darkness and finally no longer worried about
The lights of Xinwanjia stung their eyes.
Fenglai Building, second floor.
The long sound of the piano lingers in the warm air like a trickling stream.
There was a stove in the room, and the jet-black charcoal looked like it was made from valuable wood. Not only did it not produce pungent smoke when it burned, but it also had a faint fragrance.
In front of the hall, hidden by the bead curtain, a graceful figure is dancing to the sound of the piano.
In an excellent position to enjoy this beautiful scenery, there is a Taishi chair covered with soft bearskin.
Sitting on the chair is a monk wearing cassocks and holding beads in his hand.
I saw that although this monk exuded a peaceful and peaceful aura of Buddhism, the resolute aura between his brows was still difficult to conceal, as if he could be the ancient Buddha with a green lantern and recite scriptures at one moment, and the angry Vajra the next moment. , slaying demons.
But at this moment, even though the monk was in a dusty place like Fenglai Tower, he still closed his eyes tightly and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was reciting the scripture silently.
"If you don't want to enjoy such heavenly sensuality, Holy Monk Zhi Ge really has a high vision!" Wang Daofan pushed the door in and laughed loudly, "Here, pour a cup of tea for the Holy Monk."
Zhi Ge still closed his eyes tightly and said calmly, "You must also know the purpose of my coming."
Wang Daofan did not answer the conversation, but looked at Zhi Ge with a smile.
After Yunyao and Yunxiang packed up their guqin dance clothes, they walked up to Zhi Ge.
Yunyao pretended to lean over and pour him a cup of tea. The low-cut dance clothes vaguely revealed a bit of spring between her body, and the faint fragrance filled the air.
A pair of white hands held the tea cup and handed it to Zhi Ge. It seemed that the tea cup was too hot, so Yun Yao loosened her hand and the cup of tea fell instantly, and it was about to fall on Zhi Ge.
Zhi Ge, however, calmly stretched out his palm and actually caught the tea cup in mid-air.
The tea cup landed firmly in the palm of my hand without any shaking, not even a drop of tea leaked out.
However, Yun Xiang on the side seemed to be a little slow in reacting, and at this time, he stretched out his hand and rushed over.
This rush directly knocked over the tea cup in Zhi Ge's hand, and the hot tea splashed on Zhi Ge's cassock, causing large water stains.
Yun Yao hurriedly picked up the tea cup, Yun Xiang hurriedly took out the handkerchief, and the two of them gathered around Zhi Ge and helped him put it away with concern.
If he were an ordinary person, he would not be able to maintain his concentration if he saw two beautiful women standing around him asking for help.
However, Zhige is not an ordinary person. Even if Yunxiang Yunyao may have touched his sensitive parts inadvertently, he can still recite the scriptures silently without changing his expression.
However, when Wang Daofan on the side saw Yun Xiang knocking down the tea cup, he became furious and said, "Useless things, you can't do such a small thing well, what's the use of you! If you make Saint Monk Zhi Ge unhappy today, I'll rip your heads off both of you!"
As soon as these words came out, the two women hurriedly hugged one of Zhige's arms, with tears in their eyes, and pitifully begged Zhige to intercede for them.
"Buddha said that death is emptiness, and emptiness is form. The four elements are empty, and there is no self everywhere." Zhige said lightly, "When did the Prime Minister start playing such unsightly tricks?"
Wang Daofan smiled and said, "No matter what the trick is, if you can afford it, it's a good trick."
