An extremely lingering kiss.

The aroma of wine still lingered in his breath, and his whole body almost covered her, and the dark wide sleeves blocked the few traces of moonlight leaking down. The calloused fingertips slowly ran over the palm of her hand, and she wrote stroke by stroke: Don't be afraid.

She sighed softly, closed her eyes, and slowly relaxed herself.

A gentle kiss went down her cheek, and the sound of warm breathing and a steady, powerful heartbeat intertwined in her ears. She took his hand, slowly unfolded his palm, and wrote in his palm: My body, as well as on my clothes, have been smeared with strange things.

He let out a dull snort and wrote in the palm of her hand: What is it?

She hesitated for a moment, but finally cautiously wrote in the palm of his hand: something to cheer up.

Slender and soft fingertips slid across his palm, and he held it in his hand, slowly sticking to his heart. The sound of a steady and powerful heartbeat slowly spread through her fingertips throughout her body. A gentle and somewhat heavy kiss fell on her ear, followed by his low, slightly magnetic voice: "It's okay, just give me everything." ”

She nodded, hummed softly, and closed her eyes obediently.

The wide dark sleeves covered her eyes, and the outer garment was untied and faded, but it did not move the robe inside.

He kissed and sucked repeatedly on the side of her neck and in her ear, a hand clasped around her waist, as if to go with her** - at least from the point of view of the three people outside. But in essence, only they know that Yiqiē is just a show.

A faint sweet fragrance emanated from her wrists, waist and abdomen, and the robe.

Gao Su smelled the sweet fragrance, snorted sullenly, and bit the gown fiercely, but did not move her at all. She could feel that his body temperature was a little hot, and even his heartbeat was a little faster than usual, she was a little anxious, and wrote in his palm one by one: Is it okay?

While writing, he whispered softly: "Ah......"

It was as if she was bitten on the back of the neck by Yingchuan Hou, and she was crying out in pain.

Gao Su's body suddenly stiffened, and his body was tense, as if he was on fire.

He wrote the word "okay" in the palm of her hand, and then slowly wrote: Don't mess around anymore.

Her soft snort just now was simply torturing himself.

Yun Yao hummed softly, and the moment the soft and glutinous nasal voice hummed softly, it made Gao Su's body tense again. He buried his head in her long hair, trying to use her cold strands of hair to ease his feelings a little. It was too much pain in this room, and if he stayed a little longer, he was afraid that it would kill him.

But he had to play the scene to the fullest.

Because now inside and out, there are ears on the wall, and prying eyes.

He lay in her ear, panting roughly, silently counting the time in his mind.

He grabbed her wrists, and he took her voice in. He kissed her very patiently and delicately, as if every qiē outside had nothing to do with the two people in the room.

But the sound of those small footsteps, those breathing sounds, was always heard by him.

He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to think about other things, such as the two grandmothers guarding the door outside, the eunuch who came and went many times but never spoke, and the subtle sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the bluestone floor, and the farther sounds of the banquet staggering......

He was waiting, waiting for a suitable moment.

The night slowly deepened.

The sound of footsteps outside suddenly slowed down, and some people were whispering anxiously outside. One of the two grandmothers suddenly let out an exclamation: "What? Then he knocked on the door of the house and gently called the Marquis of Yingchuan.

The answer to the grandmother was a muffled snort from a man and a soft moan from a woman.

The sound outside was quiet again, this time the sound of hurried footsteps. A moment later, farther away, the sound of staggering suddenly turned to laughter, and then someone smashed the cup in his hand.

Throwing the cup is the number, and people throughout the ages have liked to use this trick.

Gao Su snorted sullenly, estimating that the time should be almost up, and wrote in her palm one by one: No matter what you hear later, don't make a sound. Are you still out of your body now?

She leaned down at the side of his neck and nodded slightly.

He paused for a moment, and then wrote in the palm of her hand: "If someone comes in later, you will leave your body." I'll take you away. Don't make a sound, don't move, just think you're dead.

She held his hand and wrote in the palm of his hand: Do you still want to fake your death?

Last time, she was sent by Queen Jia to brush her horse in the stable, and Gao Su once wanted her to fake her death and get out. Now, does he want to do it again?

Gao Su bowed slightly, and in the palm of her hand, solemnly, stroke by stroke, wrote: In the palace, I can't protect you. Ah Yao, the next 20 years from now on will be the most dynamic 20 years in the East and West. I don't dare let you stay in the palace. So, will you go with me?

When he had finished, he took her hand and twisted it with her fingers.

She nodded slowly and whispered in his ear, "Okay." ”

It was a very light word, and only the two of them heard it.

Gao Su leaned over and kissed her eyes again, listening carefully to the movement outside. The hurried footsteps outside had stopped, followed by the clanging of iron armor against long knives, and the screams of a woman in terror. He let out a deep laugh and buried his head in the side of her neck, slowly calming his heartbeat and breathing.

That Empress Jia should now fall into the hands of King Zhao.

At the banquet just now, he really did not shirk Queen Jia's wishes, but he did not agree.

Now Empress Jia is outside with King Zhao, King Chu, King of the East China Sea and others, without any cronies around. If Empress Jia or King Zhao wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to do something, it would be an easy matter.

And now, he, not there, is outside.

Gao Su gently kissed and pecked her cheek, his long fingers brushing her hair, and sighed faintly.

Just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer.

After another moment, there was a crunch outside, followed by screams one after another.

Someone knocked the door outside, and his voice was anxious and frightened: "Hou, Hou, come out quickly, if you don't come out, it's too late!" Master Hou! He banged the door and screamed hoarsely.

But the door was locked from the inside.

Gao Su closed his eyes, held her hand, and wrote stroke by stroke: Are you afraid?

She shook her head slightly.

Good. He wrote, stroke by pen, now you have to pretend that nothing happened, understand?

She nodded slightly.

Gao Su pinched her palm, leaned over her ear, raised his voice slightly, and asked, "What's your name?" His voice was low and languid, with a slight hint of hoarseness and contentment, as if he had just had a good time.

A slightly hot bead of sweat snapped and landed on the back of her hand.

She blinked, adjusted her voice, and said timidly in a delicate and somewhat adoring voice: "The maid, the maid is called A-Yao." As she spoke, she visibly saw his Adam's apple rolling slightly.

He gasped crudely and wrote in the palm of her hand: Good, continue.

Then Gao Su fell into her ear and laughed deeply. This kind of laughter is completely different from the past, but it seems a little strange and ...... Dum. He laughed deeply for a moment, and asked in a dumb voice, "A-Yao?" Hmph, A-Yao. ”

There seemed to be a bit of a dark color in his voice that had been accumulated for a long time.

At the same time, he wrote in the palm of her hand, stroke by stroke: They can see through the crack in the door. Close your eyes, relax, and later, pretend to be finished by my own hands, you know? I need to hide it from King Zhao's eyes.

When she wrote the four words of hand-finishing, Gao Su paused slightly and whispered in her ear: "This is the only way." ”

He said those seven words very lightly, with a hint of trembling.

Yun Yao was slightly stunned for a moment, and then came to her senses.

He wants to create the illusion that he is dead at his hands, and then, naturally, take himself out.

Because as a gift, as a gift from Queen Jia to the Marquis of Yingchuan, no matter whether the final winner is King Zhao or King of the East China Sea, he is destined to die. Because King Zhao mentioned a long time ago that Gao Su should not touch the people in the palace.

A Marquis of Yingchuan with a heavy army, a palace maid with an unknown surname, (in the eyes of the kings) which is more important is clear at a glance.

If Gao Su had to take her away, then this was the only way.

She closed her eyes and said in the same delicate and soft voice as before, "Yes...... Yes, I hope that the Marquis of Yingchuan will have mercy. ”

Outside, there was already the sound of armor rubbing against each other, and the sound of neat running.

It is clear that a coup d'état is approaching its high/high tide and is gradually transitioning to the end.

Gao Su's slightly hot fingers moved to the side of her neck, but her voice was still lazy and hoarse as before: "Pity, pity? ……”

Word by word, dark and gloomy, completely different from his usual gentle and calm voice.

Only a slight tremor leaking from his voice could prove that his heart was not calm at this time.

The sound of neat footsteps was getting closer, and the sound of banging on the door was getting more and more urgent.

followed by a heavy "pop", it seemed that the grandmother outside had been kicked away; Then someone kicked the door latch, called out to Yingchuan Hou in a rough voice, and walked into the house in three or two steps.

His long fingers were already pressed against her throat, and he squeezed it gently.

It doesn't hurt, but the suggestive meaning is extremely obvious.

Almost subconsciously, she left her own body and floated slowly in mid-air.

In the deep darkness, two rows of armored sergeants lined up neatly, their long knives reflecting a blinding chill; A man who didn't know whether it was the captain or the general walked into the house, hugged his fists and called out to the Marquis of Yingchuan, with a solemn expression; Ying Chuanhou slowly got up from the couch, her wide dark sleeves covering most of her body, and her voice was deep and a little hoarse.

"I see."