The prince and King Pei chatted while drinking tea, and before they knew it, it was late at night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm not going to sleep with you tonight." King Pei said with a smile, thought about it and added, "In order to maintain your image in the East Palace." ”

When I was a child, it was nothing for the two brothers to sleep in the same bed, but now the two of them are big men's families, and they are in the East Palace, a place like the East Palace where people look down and look up, it would not be good if people thought that the two of them had a habit of breaking their sleeves.

The prince smiled and nodded, and ordered his subordinates to make a bed for King Pei.

After King Pei left, Yaoxue went to prepare bath water for the prince, and Wen Yingsu prepared a change of clothes for him.

When the prince walked in, Yaoxue had already prepared the bath water.

Looking at the roses and lavender floating on the bathtub, the prince said to Yaoxue, "Go down, and let her serve." ”

Yaoxue hurriedly retreated.

Wen Yingsu was already afraid of being alone with him, so Yaoxue was nervous as soon as she left her.

But after all, he has served the prince to freshen up for a while, so he is not very flustered.

Wen Yingsu helped him take off his clothes one by one, until only a pair of trousers remained.

Her face was red the whole time, and she didn't dare to look directly at his body.

But she could feel it—his breathing was getting faster. But he didn't make any other moves, nor did he say a word.

He himself walked into the tub, reclined and closed his eyes.

Wen Yingsu stepped forward to get warm water to wash his hair.

The two never spoke, but both could feel each other's thoughts - they were trying to convince themselves not to fall in love with each other.

Who are you? What purpose did you come with? I shouldn't have been soft on you, that's not my style, but I've made an exception for you, is that right or wrong?

He thought silently to himself.

If you are trying to get my life, why? Is it your own idea or is it someone else's request? What are you hiding from me? Is there a misunderstanding?

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he rolled over in pain.

At that moment, he felt a tear fall on his forehead, followed by a second, a third.

She must be in pain, too, right?

He closed his eyes and asked, "Have you been instructed to do so?" ”

The crux of this problem was not solved for a day, and he did not dare to eliminate his vigilance against her for a day.

There has never been a woman who can make his heart so entangled, so painful, but still reluctant to take her life.

Perhaps, his momentary soft-heartedness will bring him endless trouble in the future, which he has long been aware of.

He was more rational than emotional after all, and he tried to make himself ruthless.

"It's not." She replied softly.

"What are you here for? Is it to kill Hongu or to get some information? He asked coldly.

"If the slave maid really wanted to kill His Highness, then His Highness's life would have been gone long ago, and His Highness should know how many chances the slave and maid have."

He could hear the sadness and helplessness in her tone as she said this.

"What information do you want to get? What do you want that information for? He asked again.

At this moment, he returned to his usual coldness.

A woman does not come for his life, nor is she instructed by others, and it is not like she wants to be his wife and to get rich food and clothing, then she can only get the information she wants.

Wen Yingsu didn't answer him.

He'd gotten to that point, and she was worried that she'd accidentally give him the answer he wanted.

Seeing that she did not answer, he sighed bitterly.

He knew that it would be useless for him to hold her neck tightly at the moment and push her to death, she would rather die than tell him the real reason.

Unless she voluntarily confesses, all persecution is in vain.

It is precisely because of this that he feels pain and helplessness.

A person who is not even afraid of death, you have no way to take her.

Zhao Yuliang sat up abruptly and strode out of the bathtub.

Wen Yingsu hurriedly took a towel and stepped forward to wipe his body.

Zhao Yuliang wanted to push her away, but in the end he didn't.

He twisted his head away with his eyes closed.

She dried him and dressed him.

Her movements were already very skillful, but he still couldn't help but want to find fault with her, so he said, "Why are you wearing it so fast?" It's like a mission. ”

It was a very childish remark, she laughed sneeringly.

With her smile, the tension between the two of them instantly relaxed.

Zhao Yuliang opened his eyes and looked at her.

She suddenly didn't dare to laugh, and still just dressed him silently, but her movements were indeed slower than before.

It's just that, slowly, the faces of the two of them invariably showed painful expressions again.

What is wrong between us?

Why can't we be honest with each other and love each other without a shadow?

Zhao Yuliang finally couldn't bear it anymore and pushed her away.

Wen Yingsu was unsuspecting, and he pushed hard, and suddenly the whole person lost her balance, and she fell behind her at once.

Just when she thought she was going to fall to the ground, he reached out and grabbed her waist, and then with a slight force, she threw herself into his arms.

He was so distressed the last time she injured her waist, so he didn't want to see her get seriously injured again.

Although a person of unknown origin like her really didn't deserve such care from him, he couldn't help but do it.

She was in his arms, so soft and delicate, so helpless, all the defenses in his heart instantly collapsed, and they were replaced by a strong desire to care for her, to want her to stay in his arms forever.

He really hated himself like this.

Wen Yingsu struggled to get out of his arms.

She felt a little dizzy, and she didn't know if she was frightened by the moment she had just fallen, or if she was tormented by what he had said earlier.

But he didn't let go of her. He hugged her tighter.

He didn't say anything, his eyes didn't look at her, he just hugged her tightly.

She wept helplessly in his arms, and tears soon wet his robe.

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry." He said in a cold voice.

"I don't need you to say I'm sorry." She said.

Perhaps due to a sudden sense of vulnerability, she rested her head against his chest and put her arms around his waist.

Her tears were still flowing, silent at first, but now they were whispered sobs.

Something must have gone wrong, how could she hold him? But she didn't have the strength to tell anymore.

He stiffened as she pressed her head against his chest, but slowly relaxed again, and then buried his head in her neck.

He knew that this time his sanity had lost to emotion. He didn't want to do that, but he had no power to fight.

Wen Yingsu was still crying.

He lifted his head from between her neck and looked down at her face-to-face.

Her head was still buried deep in his arms, so he couldn't see her expression.

He sighed and moved his hands around her waist to her chin, gently lifting her chin so that she could meet him. (To be continued.) )