Okay|if|book|bar, inside the bright yellow curtain. Ming Shen's sweaty black hair was spread on the brocade embroidered in red Shu. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. A small face was as bright as a fragile white glaze. His expression was crumpled with extreme uneasiness. Tears continued to slide down the corners of his eyes. A large slice of the soft pillow was wet. The back of the white and tender hand is high and swollen with purple blood marks. It's really unspeakably pitiful.

The palace people who are waiting in the Heart Cultivation Palace know it. I saw this noble man. It's always a smile on her face. Very beautiful and lovely. Now it's been tossed into this haggard appearance. Looking straight at the dry people is distressed. Even those of them who are subordinates are touched by it. I don't know the emperor who has always cherished the nobles. What should I feel distressed about at this moment?

Under the half-open window drawer. Wen Hao sat beside the banana sandalwood case with a gloomy face. Because I can't bear to look sideways at the haggard and delicate person on the bed. I had to look out the window. The autumn rain is falling outside. Densely and urgently, beating the withered yellow leaves. It made him feel even more irritable.

Xizi stepped forward silently. Carefully serve a cup of hot tea. I saw that the master was gloomy with a pair of deep sharp eyes. He asked him in a deep voice, "Kneel well. Why did you hurt your hands on your knees?"

Xizi lowered his face when he heard this. He replied in a low voice: "Back to the emperor's words. The minions had already asked the guards on duty. They said yes...... It's when the concubine is walking. I accidentally stepped on the hand of the noble man."

"Mei'er is still so reckless." Wen Hao sneered. Thin lips lightly said: "Go and pass on my message. The moon concubine lost her honor in front of the palace. Reduced to Zhaoyi from the third grade."

"Servants obey the Sacred Commandment." Xizi bowed and answered. Faded in an instant. Immediately went to the Jardine Hall to read the emperor's edict on the demotion. In fact, this matter is also in line with Zhaoyi's bad luck in the month. Who told her not to have long eyes? This emperor is in a cold war with Shen nobles. She had to come in with a kick. And dare to be frivolous under the eyes of the emperor. It's not death. And what.

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Autumn rain. Weeping in the quiet of the night.

The high fever does not go away. Fell into a deep slumber. It's a mess. I dreamed of being a child. By the ancient well in the abandoned garden. The scene of nestling in the arms of the nurse.

"Nurse. Why doesn't my father like Shen'er?"

"Because the general he prefers men, and you are a daughter, miss."

"That. Why don't my mothers like Shen'er either?"

"Because...... Because Mrs. Mei Xiang she ....... She's sick. I can't bear to give my illness to Miss. So don't let you get close."

"Even my father and mother don't like Shen'er anymore. Who else in this world would like to like Shen'er."

"As long as Miss you have self-esteem and self-love. Wait for the future to grow up. There will always be such a person. I'll love you like a treasure."

But. Who else is there in this world? Will it be someone who really likes her.

There used to be a handsome man. vowed to join hands with her for the rest of his life. In the blink of an eye. and wielded a merciless whip. Beat her to the point where she couldn't survive. There is no way to die.

And today's emperor. That pride of the sky like a scorching white night. Deigned to like her as a lowly concubine and an abandoned woman. He also threatened to cherish her as a wife for eternity. It's a pity that it's been less than half a year. He had grown tired of everything about her. Running to the grace of other women.

Only that person. The one dressed in elegant white. A handsome man. Gave her shelter when she was most embarrassed. When she was at her most helpless. gave her hope to live. And at her most critical juncture. resolutely stood up for her......

He doesn't want to reciprocate. Don't ask for it. was so implicated by her that he lost his official position. Jail. I don't know at the moment. What kind of torture is being encountered.

Thought of this. The grievances of the old years hit like a ferocious flood. Burst through her towering defenses. She couldn't stand it anymore. I buried my face deep in the soft pillow. Hands clutching the corner of the quilt. The voice choked up.

The voice was as soft as a wounded cat. Stretching on and on. It makes people feel pity when they hear it.

Wen Hao sighed lowly. The brow furrowed. Then stretch it out. Finally got up and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Big rough hands gently rubbed her hair. Patiently coaxed: "Don't cry. Good job."

Ming Shen heard this. The reaction was particularly intense. Pushed his hand away and pulled the quilt to cover his head. muttered something under the covers. Wen Hao didn't hear clearly. So he frowned and said nervously: "What did you say. But what's uncomfortable?"

"Don't touch me with the hands you've touched other women." A sharp and loud voice came from the red brocade quilt. She bit her lip tightly. Tears flowed silently from his eyes.

"I disdain your false pity. You don't need your so-called favor. If you have this heart of mercy and pity; Just go and love your concubine Jiang. Go to the concubine. I'm not rare anyway."

As soon as this remark came out. There was a dead silence in the temple. There is a cold wind mixed with rain blowing in. I saw the red shadow gauze lamp on the side of the bed suddenly shook. The shadow instantly swept over Wen Haojun's cold face.

From small to large. I haven't seen anyone dare to show him a face. Partial to this stubborn little thing. Give him anger at every turn. I was thinking of snubbing her for a while. so as to frustrate her sharpness. Polishing her edges and corners. I didn't want to make her fever again. Hurt again. and was humiliated.

Look at her aggrieved and vulnerable. His heart was already guilty of self-reproach to death. But after waking up, this little thing is partial. Not a nice word. It's sharper than ever.

It's not clear who is going on right now. Obviously, she had a request for him. He who came to kneel and beg to see him. Now he even has a sharp tooth and a sharp mouth. He refuses to spare others.

"You come out for me." Wen Hao's voice was as cold as a low roar. Thin lips tightly pursed into a line. Both hands pulled the quilt off her body with force.

Soon. The thin quilt was dragged down. A small wet face was revealed. In the glow of light and shadow. It's really a little indescribably weak and pitiful. Looking at her eyes were red and swollen from crying. It's like two cherries. Connection. Most of the anger in Wen Hao's heart has gone.

So. He began to remove his robe and boots. Naked and wantonly lying on the bed. He looked sideways at her with his hands on his head. Sturdy physique in ambiguous candlelight. Bronzed sheen. There is an indescribable vigorous and sexy appeal. It makes people's hearts pound when they look at it.

Ming Shen seems to realize something. Very sensitively curled himself up in the corner of the bed. The pale little face burned with two faint red glows. A hearty black hair scattered on the side of the face. It's like a demon. The indescribable wild fragrance. It makes people's lower abdomen tight.

The two confronted each other wordlessly in the swaying light and shadow. Suddenly. Wen Hao took her injured little hand. He sighed hoarsely, "It hurts."

"It doesn't hurt." Her eyelashes were half-drooping. There was a very sour choking in his throat.

"What a self-inflicted woman." Wen Hao said. Sudden pause. A gentle kiss fell on the back of her hand. Half-ashamed and half-annoyed, he said, "If you don't make me angry. How could I be willing to snub you like this?"

Her eyes were immediately filled with mist. Don't be willful. Half a day. Only then did he hold back a sentence: "If it weren't for the emperor who hurt people first. Why is the concubine so angry with you?"

"These days. Do you want to be a husband?" Wen Hao asked with a low smile. Slight pressure on the hand. And he took her back into his arms. And deliberately used his own green scumbag that had just grown. Rubbing her delicate neck. Dodge that makes her uncomfortable. Let out a low bark like a cat.

After grinding his ears and temples for a while. The familiar tenderness returned between the two. Ming Shen obediently leaned on his warm and firm chest. His fingertips caressed the word 'Shen' engraved on his heart. He called out softly, "Hao."

"Hmm." He lazily answered. Nonchalantly wrapping her fingers around her silky hair. Entangled. It's like I can't untie it in my heart. I can't get around the faint melancholy.

"Please do you want to do something?" Ming Shen plucked up his courage. Finally put this sentence still. It came out of his mouth with a hard time.

"The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. Don't you understand?" He screwed his thick eyebrows sharply. The action of playing with the hair also stopped suddenly. That little smile on his face just now. In an instant. The clouds are gone.

Ming Shen turned his face instantly when he saw him. Dodging more and more, he didn't dare to look into his deep, angry eyes. Bow your head. He took his arm and said, "That's why. That's why the concubine came to beg you. For you. It's just a holy decree. Or a word of mouth. It's so easy. I agreed to the concubine."

Wen Hao shook off her little hand violently. Suddenly, he sat up from the bed. His face was as dark as a piece of rusty iron. Steel Fang gritted and said, "So to put it bluntly. You're still for Bai Pengfei's business. You're willing to come to see me."

"I ......" Ming Shen bit her lip. See him like this. Naturally, I don't feel good in my heart. Busy wrapped around his waist from behind. Stick your face against his back. He whispered, "Don't be angry. In fact...... In fact, the concubine's heart is thinking about you. But...... But Pengfei is kind to his concubine. So the concubine can't let you do this to him. You know that I am innocent with him. It is also clear that Pengfei will not be corrupt and take bribes. So please. Let him go. Please."

"Please." Wen Hao sneered. Anger can no longer be hidden. Suddenly turned around. Like a mountain, Ming Shen was crushed under him. Thin lips to her ear. One word at a time: "Okay. I can grant your request. As long as you serve me. You can do whatever you want."

The man's heavy anger rushed into his face. Ming Shen's heart was filled with sour pain again. Redness at the corners of the eyes. Crawling with a bewitching mist.

"How. Reluctantly." Wen Hao suddenly smiled coldly. Seeing the tears in her eyes about to overflow. He also tried his best to restrain himself. Don't be moved for half a minute.

Seeing that his cold half point is not negotiable. Ming Shen smiled in his heart. Don't look away from the shy. He said lightly, "I'm willing."

"If you want to." Wen Hao said hatefully. Roll over from her. Lie down and stare at her. Sneered: "What are you waiting for. Let's go. So that I can see and see. Your means of serving men."

Ming Shen was stunned at first. Immediately blushed cheeks. Slowly sat up. Pull your hands together. The snow-white profane clothes on his body slipped off. Revealing her fair, thin back.

I saw her shoulders trembling slightly. Jiao turned around timidly. Gently lay on Wen Hao's body. Fits his hot skin. Close your eyes on his cheeks. Printed with a shallow kiss.

Dragonfly is as gentle as water. It was like a circle of ripples dissolving in Wen Hao's heart. The bewitching beauty on the body is like a white lotus in full bloom. A white light pierced his eyes like a sky-piercing eye. It also pierced his heart deeply.

"Carving insect skills!" Wen Hao sneered coldly. His eyes are as bright as ice. The cold eyebrows and eyes are like bluestone carvings. Indifferent.

This moment. Ming Shen was completely stunned. It was as if his heart had been pierced by his cold eyes. My eyes widened with tears. I tried hard to see the face of the man under me. But apart from his ruthlessness. I couldn't find the fervent affection in his eyes anymore.

"Why did you stop?" Wen Hao asked unhappily.

Tears flickered. The wailing voice called: "Hao ......"

"How to teach you on the spring palace chart. Let's learn the same." Wen Hao closed his eyes. Impatiently urged, "Hurry up. I'm not interested in a moment. I don't want you to wait."