The twenty-ninth day of the lunar month was originally the day when the Queen came out of the palace to pray for blessings. Unfortunately, the continuous autumn rain and cold wind for three consecutive days soaked the entire capital, making it difficult for cars and horses to move and the roads were muddy.
The queen was in a sad mood.
Unexpectedly, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the carriage returned to the original route within half a mile of the city.
Everyone went back, but the empress ordered Xu Zhihuai to take the scriptures and deliver them to the temple in person.
There are dozens of volumes of scriptures. It takes a lot of effort to deliver the volumes to the Buddhist temple in person to pray for blessings.
This is not so much a mission as "making things difficult".
The eunuch who delivered the message stood outside like a drowned man, carefully looking at her face.
Xu Zhihuai smiled warmly and nodded to accept the order.
The rain was pouring down, and it was pouring down.
Jinhua covered the car curtain with both hands, but it could not stop the rain from seeping in. Soon, the car was also wet.
Braving the wind and rain all the way and being in a state of embarrassment, Xu Zhihuai suffered a lot from early morning to afternoon. Fortunately, there was a special Zen room in the temple where he could rest. Xu Zhihuai's face turned pale due to the cold wind. He drank two cups of hot tea before he regained some color.
Before the body had warmed up, a childish voice sounded outside the door: "Donor Queen, please move to the main hall to chant sutras, pray, and perform meritorious deeds."
The person who came was a young monk. He had a round face and dark eyebrows, and was quite delicate like a little girl.
When Xu Zhihuai saw him, he waved and asked Jinhua to bring him some cakes from the palace.
When the young monk saw the glutinous rice dumplings, his eyes shone slightly and he hurriedly clasped his hands together, Amitabha.
Xu Zhihuai's clothes were soaked through. She took off her jewelry and put on only the coarse monk's robe from the temple. She tied up her black hair, looking clean and solemn.
Chanting sutras and teaching the Dharma lasted for more than half an hour.
Xu Zhihuai sighed tiredly.
Going down the mountain in the rain was the most dangerous, so they could only take a short rest.
Coincidentally, there were few pilgrims today. Apart from her, there was no other distinguished guest in the Zen courtyard.
Xu Zhihuai could finally breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy this rare peace to himself.
A charcoal basin was lit in the Zen room. Jinhua took out an orange from somewhere, peeled it open gently, threw the peel into the heater, and roasted it slowly.
In an instant, the air was filled with a faint fragrance.
Xu Zhihuai closed his eyes and finally smiled in a good mood.
The sound of wind, rain, bells, and the faint sound of chanting in the distance are so quiet and drowsy.
The room was warm, but there was still a hint of chill creeping in.
Suddenly, Xu Zhihuai woke up from her hazy sleepiness. She frowned slightly and subconsciously hugged her body tightly.
Accompanied by her slightly rapid breathing, someone suddenly spoke in a low voice: "Is the queen having a nightmare again?"
Xu Zhihuai was suddenly startled by that cold and stern voice. She raised her eyes in panic and saw Wei Li suddenly appearing in front of her. She couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
With profound eyebrows and cold eyes, he stared at her without blinking, his eyes piercing her body like sharp knives.
She looks so innocent, with plain clothes and long hair, and is weak and invincible.
Wei Li looked into her panicked crystal eyes, walked slowly to the bed, brushed away the hair scattered on her cheeks with his slender fingers, and kissed her roughly before she had time to react. Her mouth, no, blocked her mouth.
His lips were cold and moist, brutal and merciless.
Xu Zhihuai opened his eyes wide and looked directly into his dark eyes. Dark waves surged under his eyes, revealing hot and tangled desire.
Xu Zhihuai put his hands on his chest and pushed hard, silently protesting.
This weak resistance aroused Wei Li's desire to conquer even more. He pressed down hard on her. There was an instinctive impulse in his body, wanting to use all cruel methods to torture her. He listened to her kneeling Begging for mercy at his own feet.
Xu Zhihuai glared at him with wide eyes and bit his lip as if to vent her hatred.
"..."
Wei Li groaned and stopped to look at her.
Their eyes collided, refusing to give in to each other.
His lip was bitten by her, and the scarlet blood was dazzlingly red.
He smiled with blood and kissed her hard.
Their close bodies could feel each other's different temperatures through their thin clothes.
The fishy breath made Xu Zhihuai feel disgusted and disgusted, and he couldn't help but cough.
Wei Li wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeves. Seeing her curled up sideways and having difficulty breathing, she snorted and said, "My queen has been in the palace for so long, and she has not developed other skills. Instead, she has become a bit more delicate."
Xu Zhihuai covered his mouth and coughed lightly, glaring at him sideways: "Buddhist Pure Land, please be more solemn... Is this what the Marquis is waiting here for today?"
She doesn't believe in coincidences! She didn't know why he came. She just saw that everything was exposed, and he still wanted to do this? How ridiculous!
Thinking of the princess's words that day, Xu Zhihuai felt that he was even more ridiculous.
There is no such thing as a majestic Marquis, he is just a hungry and lustful ghost!
Wei Li's face turned blue when he saw the sneer emerging from the corner of her mouth. He turned her over as a punishment.
"You like to talk, don't you? Then please ask the gods and Buddhas in the temple to save you."
Wei Li got angry and punished her in the most reckless and brutal way.
He was already cruel, but every time he met her, he felt like there was a wild beast in his heart, rampaging around and destroying the world.
What gods and Buddhas, what compassion, what holiness, kindness and righteousness!
Go to hell!
Xu Zhihuai bit his lower lip and refused to hum.
Wei Li saw that she was forbearing and became more violent until he heard her whimpering with hatred.
The sound of rain could not suppress the crying.
Jinhua hid under the eaves of the corridor, gritting her teeth and crying, filled with resentment.
Why?
The empress is already the prince's wife, why should she be bullied by the marquis!
The rain is sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and continues continuously.
The torture in the room never ended.
Wei Li gasped and leaned down, pulling Xu Zhihuai's face hard. Her face was wet, and her eyes were full of hatred, shining with broken light.
He kissed her tight lips and entangled her savagely until he heard her choking unbearably, and then he smiled successfully.
After the nightmarish love ended, he still refused to let her go, pressing her tightly under him and continuing to maintain the humiliating posture.
He gasped and sneered in her ear, the corners of his mouth curved with satisfaction, and he did not forget to humiliate her and said: "My queen's ability to serve others is not as good as before."
Xu Zhihuai was indifferent, and his red eyes gradually became brighter and brighter: "Why are you here today, Lord Marquis? Is it the prince's intention, or the eldest princess's intention?"
When Wei Li heard this, the pride in his eyes instantly faded a lot.
Xu Zhihuai didn't wait for his answer: "It's the eldest princess..."
Wei Li pinched her neck with slight displeasure and warned in a low voice: "Don't be so smart."
Xu Zhihuai was suffocated in shock, his apricot eyes widening.
She turned her head to look at Wei Li unwillingly, with thin veins stretching out on her red neck: "Don't you understand, Lord Marquis? Today's complacency is just a "good" intention from Her Highness the Princess." After saying this, she said coldly. Leng sneered.
Wei Li, Wei Li.
You look like a dog, a stupid mad dog!
He was obviously being played around by his master, but he was still wagging his tail arrogantly.
