She couldn't breathe, but he kissed her on the lips, like a little beast gnawing again. She was about to suffocate, but he held her tightly again. She vaguely felt like a drowning person, sinking deeper and deeper, and the cold water spread around her, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

He was still working her, and he seemed to be venting.

The sky gradually darkened, and the slanting red of the setting sun poured into the window lattice, and the red shone on his cheeks, on his fair skin. He finally got up from her and dressed himself as if nothing had happened.

She lay weakly on the table, like a thin proclamation. There was no pain in her body, and she looked at him sideways, but he lowered his head and carefully tied his belt. His forehead was full of sweat, and his eyes were full of water, as if tears had not dried.

He finally got dressed and put one of his cloaks over her. It's hard for him to remember if his clothes were torn apart.

"From now on, I won't be pestering you anymore, you can still live in Lantai Palace, I won't come again." As he spoke, he walked out without his head headed.

He opened the door of the temple, and the setting sun suddenly shone into the temple, and she seemed to be accustomed to the darkness, and felt that the sun was a little dazzling. She faintly saw Donglai coming to meet her, as if she was asking Nan Jingpei about something, and saw Nan Jingpei drop her sleeves one after another, and strode out of the Lost Trace Pavilion.

She remembered that she wanted to get dressed and go back to Lantai Palace. But the bones all over his body seemed to be crushed by him, and he couldn't gather any strength. She rolled over with difficulty, but fell heavily off the table. She was dizzy from the fall, but nothing hurt more than it had just been.

She tugged at her cloak and tried her best to wrap her exposed skin, but the bright red, red marks could not be covered, one by one, like ripe mountain fruits in autumn. Clusters and clusters, all over the sky.

She couldn't cry, and cowered under the table, like a lost lamb, panicked and hid in a no-man's corner.

After a long time, Liu Eryue cautiously walked into the dormitory, the hall was already dim and could not see the face clearly, she searched for a long time before she found Shen Yunzhen under the table.

"Master, what's the matter? What the hell is going on? She pounced on her and hugged Shen Yunzhen tightly in her arms.

"First Xiao Shunzi disappeared, and then the emperor found the Lost Pavilion, why did you come here? Why did the emperor lose his temper so much? What the hell is going on? ”

Liu February's rough and warm hands kept rubbing her sideburns and shoulders. She shrunk into her arms, and Liu February's arms were warm, like a safe haven.

"Godmother, will you take me back?" She was silent for a long time before she uttered a word.

Liu February, stunned, helped her up. It was not so much to lift up, but to drag it up, she had no strength up and down, and she could barely stand by leaning on Liu February's body.

Liu Eryue prepared a bucket of bath soup for her, she closed her eyes and soaked, only to feel a pinprick stinging pain in her skin, she knew that it was the hot water that stimulated the bruises on her body, although the pain was unbearable, but it was also what she should bear.

It was she who was wrong, knowing that there was a deep enmity between them in the sea of blood, and she still fell in love with him without hesitation. Everything she suffers now is her retribution, and she deserves to bear it.

Liu February's dress that was torn by Nan Jingpei threw it out, but saw dried blood stains on the pleated skirt. She sighed, she never expected that this favor would come like this. The Lost Pavilion is a school palace where the princes of the past dynasties studied, and she really can't figure out what happened to the emperor, and he would pamper his concubines in this place, which is simply swept away.

She heard the sound of water, turned around and returned to the hall, Shen Yunzhen was wearing a tulle single coat, and had already come out of the bathtub, the single clothes would cover half of the red marks on her body, and there were still a few bright red rose petals stuck to the watery skin.

"Don't wash it?" She asked cautiously.

Shen Yunzhen looked at her silently for a long time before patting her on the shoulder: "From now on, this Lantai Palace will be a cold palace, and you won't have any good fruits to eat if you follow me, so find a way out by yourself." ”

Liu February, who was stunned for a moment, smiled instead: "I am your godmother, how can a daughter be in danger, but the mother is looking for her own way out?" ”

The nose was a little sour, Liu February's words were finished, and the master and servant both burst into tears.

Shen Yunzhen squeezed her hand hard: "When we meet in Pingshui, there is no reason to die with me." ”

Liu February's eyes rubbed and said, "I'm not going to leave anyway." ”

Shen Yunzhen's throat was a little choked, hot and dry, and she waved her hand: "Think clearly, don't accompany me to the funeral." ”

She lay on the couch, wrapped in a dry and warm brocade quilt, and she felt every inch of her skin burning. The quilt was hot, but she didn't bother to turn over.

Today's events are indeed full of mysteries, who revealed the matter of her going to the Lost Pavilion to Nan Jingpei? Is my father dead or alive? She vaguely felt that her father was still alive. The jade pendant is the father's personal belongings, if the father is not in the hands of the king of faith, where did the king get this jade pendant?

Even if my father died, it should have something to do with King Xin, but what does it have to do with Nan Jingpei? Since his father's life and death have nothing to do with Nan Jingpei, why did he admit this crime today?

She couldn't think about it anymore, her headache almost cracked, and she reached out and touched her forehead, only to realize that she was having a high fever.

The room was quiet, but the courtyard was noisy, and she closed her eyes and listened, faintly understanding. It's a few little palace maids who don't want to be trapped in this cold palace forever, so they pack up their burdens and prepare to go to other masters. Liu February, dissatisfied with them seeing the wind and rudder, quarreled with them.

It's just that the long night is too quiet and clear, and some sounds are exceptionally clear to the ears. She wanted to get up to stop Liu February, but her body was so weak that she had to cover her ears and shrink herself in the quilt.

The noisy voices in the courtyard gradually weakened, presumably Liu Eryue couldn't stop them and let them go clean. It's okay like this, they are all twenty-eight beauties, at the age of flowers, why should they be trapped in this lifeless palace with themselves?

As her sleepiness grew, she heard a soft knock on the door again, and Liu Eryue said softly: "Master, Xiao Shunzi is back." ”

She rolled over, little Junko? Only then did she remember what Liu Februaryer said, Xiao Shunzi disappeared for a whole day.

"Let him come in and talk." She replied weakly.

Liu Eryue hesitated for a while, as if he felt that it was inappropriate, but now it was impossible for Shen Yunzhen to get up and go to the flower hall to meet him. Liu February's answer, put down all the curtains, and then called Xiao Shunzi in.

He entered the door with a pop, presumably to his knees.

Liu February's cough lightly: "If you have something to say, don't surprise the master." ”

Xiao Shunzi sobbed a few times, almost crying: "The slave deserves to die, the slave deserves to die, master!" ”