For Luo Cong, who has been accustomed to hearing the tyrannical rumors of Yingzheng since she was a child, no matter how Yingzheng looks and what kind of situation she appears, she will be freed by her own warmth and affection, especially the pictures of Yingzheng Tieqing's face leaving that she magnified after she entered the Qin Palace, and the panic between me and her when she offended Yingzheng, all of which created her bad impression of Yingzheng.

The concept engraved into the blood is not easy to change, I have always thought that no matter how vaguely I show Luo Cong Yingzheng's two-sided character, it is difficult for her to change her own inner attitude towards Yingzheng, but she asked me to calm down at the moment and wait for the opportunity to accept Yingzheng, which surprised me.

"Don't you think King Qin is unwilling?"

I looked at Luo Cong seriously, thinking of the thoughts of the princesses who she had always looked down on Ying Zheng and felt amazed - Luo Cong felt that the princesses of Ying Zheng were too harsh on me, so she was not very sincere to the masters of the entire Qin Palace, and even felt that Ying Zheng's grace was inhumane.

In fact, she thinks so much that I understand, she just thinks that the favor I get is not humane enough.

However, with such a change in Luo Onion at this time, I can somewhat understand her little abacus:

When Luo Cong saw the appearance of purple taro, she must have felt that Lin Jixiang did not have the same heart for me as she had always imagined, so she re-evaluated the value of Yingzheng and Lin Ji relative to my life, thus changing her original intention.

She didn't say anything about her thoughts, she just indulged me to eat as much as I could.

"Madame, if you like it, your vision will be perfect. What the lady has to do now is to raise her spirit to communicate with King Qin, and if the misunderstanding is resolved, it will be fine. In any case, you must be the most pampered lady in the Qin Palace. ”

Luo Onion had no doubt about the realization of the vision she described, she was only worried that I would be hungry at this time, but she was firmly determined.

"Will it?" I sighed casually with sadness and no bottom in my heart.

Hearing that I had spoken to her, thinking that I had been persuaded to move my heart, Luo Liang followed up to greet my heart who had missed the meal and had not yet ordered the meal.

"Madame has a meal she wants. Slave and maid, let people prepare. She waited expectantly.

Knowing that Luo Cong was worried that I would suddenly lose the place where I ate in the Qiongyang Palace and was not in the mood to fill my stomach, I pretended to pause and use my time to think, and then shook my head sincerely.

When I feel sad. It's hard to eat something next.

Luo Onion also knew, but she also knew that if I didn't have food or anything like that to distract me, I would focus more on the sad thing, which would cause a long and deep sadness, so she meditated hard and got up again.

"The osmanthus flowers that the slave maid asked them to pick have been sunried, and the slave maid is greedy, if the lady is sympathetic, the slave maid will make some fresh osmanthus cake to taste, and the lady can agree to the slave's wish?"

Is she interested in making osmanthus cake after dark? Don't think about it, she did it for me.

According to my thoughts. I did it with her on purpose, so that the distraction could be more thorough, but I was too lazy to move.

"Luo Onion, I want to sleep for a while. You call me well. ”

If I say I don't let her do it, she will find some other food to stuff for me, and only if I let her do it, she will feel more at ease, because something will distract me and be happy.

Hearing me say this, Luo Cong really didn't say anything reluctantly, she settled me and lay down, put down the curtain, and went to make osmanthus cake herself.

The world is quiet. The troubles of Lin Jixiang's painful departure and the scenes of Ying Zheng's nostalgia and blunt avoidance came to my heart, blocking my chest with soreness.

The people I love, the people who love me, I can't make them feel comfortable, and the saddest person is none other than me, who has fallen so heartbroken, right?

Tossing and turning, tossing and turning. I'm as quiet as a zombie, moving like crazy, and I can't find a slightly better posture.

"Your Majesty, Madame is sleeping."

Luo Onion's voice came in without warning, and I was shocked. Hurriedly turned over and closed his eyes, and quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes twice.

"You're really—" Ying Zheng seemed to be reprimanding Luo Onion's communication shout.

I thought that Yingzheng had forbidden him to come in, but Luo Onion went against his will in order to remind me and make a statement, which made him very displeased - fortunately, I listened intently and did not hear him criticize Luo Onion too much.

The footsteps were near, and I stopped by the bed, and I pretended to be worried about sleep, feeling the movement of the curtain being pulled open next, and I didn't dare to move.

"The widow knows you haven't slept. Suspenseful retreat from the palace, no dinner, and sunset inexplicably missed the difference between Lin Ru who is very important to you, grabbed Mama Wei and asked randomly, how did you sleep in such an anxious mood? ”

Ying Zheng said, taking off his boots and lying beside me.

The curtains were filled with the smell of wine, and my body froze, not daring to move, and my breathing was very weak.

"You really don't plan to intercede for your old flame?" He asked suddenly.

What does that mean? "Old lovers"? What is Ying Zheng talking about, "Lin Ru", or does he already know about Lin Jixiang's existence, and has mastered the past between me and Lin Jixiang?

Yingzheng couldn't wait for my answer, so he suddenly turned sideways, violently straightened my body, and kissed me roughly. His kiss was heavy, mixed with ninety percent anger and one-percent roughness, grinding my lips menacingly.

I was about to lose my breath, thinking of his wariness of Lin Jixiang and the undisguised suspicion of me that he had just said, I pushed him with all my might.

Ying Zheng didn't expect me to treat him so hard, he stumbled, and his hand propped up the edge of the bed in time to keep it from rolling down.

I straightened up, ashamed, sad, and frightened, and turned my head and neck to look at the inner mantle.

Ying Zheng looked at me, snorting heavily, getting angrier and angrier, and suddenly leaned against me again, untying my clothes. I scrambled his hand away, trying to stop his tyranny.

"Although the widow did not immediately stop Lin Ru's farewell invitation, but the widow did not think that he would really let him get out of Xianyang City safely, if you are so stubborn, the widow will immediately let him stay in Xianyang City The idea comes true."

He tore at my chest as he rubbed his teeth hard.

It seems that Ying Zheng's "old lover" is a metaphor for "Lin Ru", not Lin Jixiang, who will definitely take people's lives.

My heart shook, my hand power dissipated, and I easily opened his hand and placed it on either side of my body. I know that giving up the struggle because of "Lin Ru" will make Yingzheng even angrier, but if I don't comply, "Lin Ru" will only die.

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, tore open my collar, and slammed into the intimate snow white on my chest.

"Has he ever licked here?"

He stopped abruptly and kneaded my twin peaks with his right hand; I twisted my head in pain, glancing to the side to avoid meeting him.

Tears fell, I don't know how Ying Zheng concluded that the relationship between me and "Lin Ru" reached the point of "together": "Lin Ru" didn't say anything to him to take me away, and "Lin Ru" also agreed to my life, so vaguely hinting at Ying Zheng's words, we may be very close, "Lin Ru" should not say yes.

"The widow is asking you," Ying Zheng pinched my chin with his left hand, forced me to look at him, and asked angrily, "Why did he bite your top breast?" Is that so? ”

He took one of my top breasts in his mouth and bit down mercilessly.

"Ah~~~"

I was going to faint in pain.

"What else has he done? Have you done any of this? ”

Ying Zheng rudely pulled my robe to my waist, kissed and groped again, and used his firm lower body against my soft private parts.

I grabbed the sheets with both hands, gritted my teeth, and almost parted from him desperately several times.

"Can you bear this?"

Ying Zheng's sinister smile suddenly turned into hatred, clamped my throat, his fingers slowly forced, and asked, "What about your arrogance?" Where's your high spirit? What about your self-love? What about your lonely and persistent body and mind?

Why, for his sake, you can let the widow, the person you don't love, be ravaged wantonly, right? What else can you do for him? Will you take the initiative to dedicate yourself?

Okay, come, the widow lies here, you wait, the widow is comfortable and satisfied, maybe you will let him live. ”

He really lay straight down, looking at the top account with hateful eyes, waiting for my action.

Yingzheng, what's wrong with this, did he decide that I had a sexual intercourse with "Lin Ru" that he couldn't tolerate, so he was so angry?

"You gave up his life?"

He looked up at me drunkenly, his heavy snort snorting a lot of wine.

My heart is as cold as ice.

Why did he frame me like this for something I hadn't done? Even if Lin Jixiang and I were in love before, we still have proportions, and now that I have returned to Yingzheng physically and mentally, why does he still distrust me so much?

"The king will not be drunk, so he will talk like child's play and not count, right?"

I calmed down my painful face and set up a trap for Yingzheng to pave the way for my next words.

Ying Zheng sneered when he heard this.

"The widow does what he says, and he will never be left alive!"

He thought I was asking him about his determination to kill "Lin Ru" at this moment, so his will was very firm; However, I am testing his dignified attitude at the moment, and then setting up a situation to quell this "war".

"Do you remember the grace you promised your concubine? At that time, when Ban Mu first left, Mrs. Zhao was sad in her heart and rewarded the slave concubine with a slap, does the king still remember what happened at that time? ”

At that time, I somehow got Mrs. Zhao's palm, and Ying Zheng remembered that she couldn't bear to criticize her harshly after losing her son, so she allowed me to make a wish, which I haven't used yet.

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed, he expected what I was going to say next, so the smell of wine exuded from his body was mixed with a thick anger.

"Say!"

He drank violently, and although he ordered me to continue, he forbade me to continue.