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When Chu Meiyu entered the door, she was radiant, without the humiliation of being bullied just now. She saluted Yan Zhenrui, coquettish and charming: "Concubine Chu Meiyu sees the prince." She has a delicate figure, a soft waist, a white neck, and black hair.

Yan Zhenrui only looked at her silently, his eyes were serious and focused, and it seemed to fall on her, but he was empty and confused, as if he was looking at others from her. His eyes were dark, and he couldn't see his feelings clearly.

Chu Meiyu waited for a moment, slowly raised her head, and reminded in a low voice: "Lord Wang? "What does it mean not to speak? Angry? Not angry? How should she do it?

Yan Zhenrui came back to his senses, hummed, raised his chin slightly, and motioned for her to sit down.

Chu Meiyu was sure he wasn't angry. That's to see her stunned. Chu Meiyu knows that she is beautiful, but she also knows that beauty alone is not good in front of the prince, but it is a must-have, which can make the prince look fascinated by herself, and Chu Meiyu is very confident in her future.

Even just looking at Yan Zhenrui's glorious face, Chu Meiyu felt that her heart was beating faster, and she had an unreal sense of dreaminess. Now this god-like man is hers, and she is his.

She could be so close, touching his sleeve, touching his skin, tracing his eyebrows with presumptuous eyes.

These are all things that I have only imagined in my dreams before.

For him, she did not hesitate to pay a price, and for him, she did not regret what she did, even if her hands were stained with blood...... What are the women who are only worthy of being her stepping stones?

This realization made Chu Meiyu very excited. One excited. Her heart was beating faster, and she could hear the pounding sound even herself. Not only that, but even the speed of blood flow is fast, Chu Meiyu must stabilize her mind, so as not to faint irrationally when she gets close to the prince.

While she was thinking wildly, Yan Zhenrui asked her, "What are you doing in a daze?" ”

Chu Meiyu smiled back at him and said, "The concubine looked at the prince's posture of heaven and man, and she was a little forgetful for a while, so she was stunned. ”

When she smiled, there was a bit of Zhou Zhiqing's style between her eyebrows and eyes. Yan Zhenrui became more and more unpredictable. I saw that her eyebrows were picturesque. The facial features are exquisite, but she is indeed a beauty.

Yan Zhenrui was inexplicable, and felt that this woman was not sober. Who dares to praise him for his good looks in front of him? This is looking for death.

Yan Zhenrui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Presumptuous!" ”

Chu Meiyu ......

I always knew that the prince was moody, but this face changed too quickly. She was at a loss for a moment. Teng left Yan Zhenrui. Slowly knelt down: "The prince forgives the sin, the slave and maid deserve to die." ”

Yan Zhenrui's mind was buzzing with a thud. It was again the sentence "slaves and maids should die" and "the prince forgives sins", he strongly doubted their sincerity when they said this. He was even more skeptical that they really knew that they were wrong, and whether they would correct their mistakes after they knew them.

Yan Zhenrui asked Chu Meiyu: "What are you doing wrong?" "It's not good, he really won't spare it today, just pull it out and cut off his head, don't think that if you take a sentence of "slave and maid should die" in front of you, you can really think that she can not die, and don't think that if you take a sentence of "the prince forgives your sins" and put him up, he will be able to spare her.

Chu Meiyu's face was pale, but she refused to show her decadence, and she couldn't bear her fear and said: "It's the concubine's words that are indiscriminate, so you shouldn't comment on the prince's ......."

Well, there is still self-knowledge.

Yan Zhenrui didn't know what was worth being in a daze, but he was stunned and looked at Chu Meiyu for several breaths before he said ruthlessly: "That's it, get up." ”

It's really boring to be scared like this at every turn.

Yan Zhenrui was a little bored. He has never gotten along with a woman, and Chu Meiyu is no exception, he won't bring important official documents, but just put a few military books and war strategies at hand to pass the time. Chu Meiyu is here, and he will not live up to the bitterness of this Spring Festival, as soon as he flicks the books on the side of the desk, he stops Chu Meiyu and presses Chu Meiyu under him.

Chu Meiyu was delicate and couldn't stand Yan Zhenrui's storm, so she frowned and endured at first, but in the end, she was only left to beg for mercy.

Yan Zhenrui was bored, he had never pitied the woman under him, so he impatiently covered Chu Meiyu with a quilt, and when he reached the peak, he suddenly muttered: "Zhiqing-"

This sentence was not loud, but it stunned himself, and all the passion faded for a while, and he was stunned there.

There is something in the heart, it is not a big opening, it is not painful, but it is tight, sour and astringent, as if you want to hold back your tears, you can feel the bubbling feeling.

Is it blood or tears? He couldn't tell the difference, he only felt that the white and greasy skin under his body was so dazzling, it only reminded him of the fat in the white porcelain bowl, and he would feel hungry when he didn't eat it, but when he really ate it, he only felt greasy and a little nauseous.

He jerked open the quilt, revealing a delicate but unfamiliar face. He didn't want to admit it, but it was very different from what he vaguely saw in his dreams. In the dream, there was a bright and bright smiling face, but the one in front of me was full of tears. There was grievance and pity in his eyes, and there was no joy at all, which made him feel that he was abusing.

He pulled out violently and left Chu Meiyu a little evasively, only to feel sticky and extremely uncomfortable. He called out one after another: "Prepare water and send her away." ”

Immediately, two little eunuchs came in, and without saying a word, they skillfully wrapped Chu Meiyu in a brocade quilt, and quickly walked out of Haoriju's dormitory.

Yan Zhenrui quickly soaked himself in the water, and for a long time, there was no movement.

When he came out of the water, he looked as usual, put on his usual robes, sat down at the table, and asked the guard, "Where is she?" ”

The guard didn't hesitate at all, and replied in a deep voice: "When I went back from Haoriju, I took a nap for most of the hour, and then Chenruo and Chenqing brought the reward of the prince and the orders of Chu Meiren, and she followed her to Banyueju...... Since then, I have been talking to Chu Meiren as a companion......"

In a few words, he had finished everything he could say, but Yan Zhenrui felt that he was still exhausted, he wanted to see and listen, but he didn't seem to hear it, but he also knew that Zhou Zhiqing would not have any more actions beyond his expectations. Or rather, he had expected her to be like this, it was her nature, and he had no room to think about another way.

Was it he who restrained her, or was it her nature that constrained his thinking?

Yan Zhenrui suddenly became irritable and slapped his palm on the table. The calm pear blossom wooden table shook, groaned hoarsely, and immediately fell apart.

What he wanted to see wasn't what the guards said. He couldn't see what the guards said, but he could clearly imagine it. In short, it's very annoying.

He and her, the two of them are like layers of barriers, like clouds and mist, close at hand, but they can't touch it. (To be continued......)