An Sheng was sitting at the table, Yu Jingyun put the wine jar in his hand on the table, then sat opposite her, and said coldly to the palace people: "Get out!" ”

This mouth, the smell of strong wine is in the nose.

The palace people were already frightened by the momentum of his body, and immediately went out in a hurry, and closed the door of the house.

Only him and An Sheng were left in the room, and it was silent for a while.

Yu Jingyun picked up two teacups from the table, lifted the wine jar and poured wine.

An Sheng raised his hand and covered the teacup: "Drink less wine." ”

Yu Jingyun snatched the teacup from under her hand domineeringly, and filled both cups: "Drink with me." ”

"This is the Imperial Palace." An Sheng reminded: "You should be more restrained, right?" ”

Yu Jingyun didn't raise his head, and a wisp of ink hair fell from his forehead, covering his eyes: "I only know that you are here." ”

As soon as he raised his hand, he drank the wine in the glass, and the spicy smell of wine wafted through An Sheng's nose.

"Yu Shizi," An said jerkily, "why are you so troubled?" ”

"I deserve it." Yu Jingyun slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "I am willing, you can't care." ”

Ansheng didn't know how to persuade him.

"My sister said, you would rather be with Qin Xiliang than marry me. Could it be that in your heart, am I not as good as the second prince of Xiliang? ”

Yu Jingyun drank the wine in the cup again, and the hand holding the teacup was bruised, obviously trying to hide something.

An Sheng shook his head gently: "It's not what I want to be close to Xiliang, it's a last resort." But what I don't want to do is hurt you. ”

Yu Jingyun smiled bitterly: "Is this what you are talking about?" ”

An Sheng nodded honestly: "I can't forget your kindness to me, I owe it to you." ”

Yu Jingyun craned his neck, and drank the wine in the cup again.

"What I want is your life, don't tell me what to do in the next life. I'm not rare. ”

An Sheng sighed softly and stood up: "If you want my life, you can take it, but this heart of mine is already involuntary and belongs to others." There are thousands of women in this world, why do you have to be so stubborn? ”

"That's because there are thousands of women in this world, and you are the only one in Xia Ansheng!" Yu Jingyun raised his eyes and looked at her: "As long as I want what Yu Jingyun wants, don't try to escape!" ”

His eyes were already reddened and bloodshot. Speaking out in a serious manner, An Sheng felt a little frightened for no reason.

She remembered what Concubine Shicai said: "There is a devil living in Jingyun's heart, a hunk who no one can tame. ”

At this time, Yu Jingyun was like a devil, staring at her with scarlet eyes, looking at her, as if he was looking at his prey at his fingertips, and he would pounce and bite at any time.

An Sheng couldn't help but take a step back.

"I'm going to leave Chang'an in two days and go to Xiliang, Yu Shizi, I hope that when I think of you again in the future, I will still be the same bright, proud, and high-spirited you."

Yu Jingyun directly picked up the wine jar with one hand, drank a few sips, and the spicy wine flowed directly down the corners of his lips and Adam's apple, wetting the placket on his chest.

"I'd rather marry Xiliang than marry me Yu Jingyun! Xia Ansheng, this is the answer you gave me? You tell me, why? You're because of Leng Nanxian, aren't you? Do you think that you are helpless to be close to Xiliang, and choosing to marry me Yu Jingyun is a betrayal of his Leng Nanxian, isn't it? ”

Yu Jingyun stood up and pressed towards her step by step, his eyes burning red.

"You keep saying you don't want to hurt me, but do you know that you've hurt me, you've stabbed me in the heart?"

His expression is very frightening, too serious, too stubborn, and he becomes extreme.

An Sheng staggered back until there was no way back.

She didn't know how to answer Yu Jingyun's question, everything she should say, she was out of words. And he is so excited now, An Sheng is really afraid that if he is not careful, what he says is inappropriate, it will ignite his anger.

He was so drunk that he had lost his mind, and he might not hesitate to crush himself with that big palm.

An Sheng's face turned pale with fright, he shook his head again and again, and his voice trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

She was so flustered that she was at a loss, especially a pair of pitiful eyes, reflecting the brilliance of the candlelight, jumping and panicking, which had never been pitiful.

"I don't need anything to be sorry, Xia Ansheng, I just want you to tell me, what exactly am I doing wrong? Am I not as good as Leng Nanxian to be nice to you, or am I not as good as him to please you? ”

Ansheng bit his lower lip tightly and leaned his back against the wall behind him, forcing himself to calm down and not be afraid.

"You're good everywhere, it's not good enough for me to be born in Xia'an."

Yu Jingyun stepped forward, propped up the wall with his hands, and encircled her into his arms.

Surrounded by a strong smell of wine, An Sheng felt a burst of suffocation, shrunk into a small ball, and stretched out his hand to defend against his invading chest.

And her resistance undoubtedly angered Yu Jingyun, and his other strong and powerful hand grabbed An Sheng's face, and then pressed his hot lips down.

"Yu ......"

Before An Sheng could exclaim, his mouth was sealed.

The hot lips tightly wrapped around her lips and began to invade wildly and greedily. And the spicy smell of wine in Yu Jingyun's mouth instantly lingered on her lips, with a warm taste.

An Sheng's eyes widened in panic, and he raised his hand to refuse, but was hugged tighter by Yu Jingyun. His arms were as if they were cast of iron, and he couldn't wait to insert her into his chest, and his man pressed it all over, suffocating Ansheng in his arms.

An Sheng struggled in horror, and the closer he got closer, not only his lips, but also his teeth were straining, devouring, and biting, like a hungry wolf on the grassland who had been hungry and thirsty for a winter.

An Sheng's resistance aroused the killing aura in his body, and he began to ignore it, instantly losing his reason. It's like, on the battlefield surrounded by thousands of enemies, and Ansheng is the city he wants to attack, he can't wait and move forward bravely.

With the stimulation of wine, he seemed to hear the horn of the expedition, smashed the bowl of practicing wine, his blood was surging, and the pride of being able to sweep away thousands of troops filled his chest, and his hands desperately tore An Sheng's clothes, with anxiety.

An Sheng slapped Yu Jingyun's shoulder weakly, and for Yu Jingyun, it might just be the temptation of the wind and drizzle.

An Sheng wanted to shout loudly, but he was taken advantage of.

The lips and tongues are raging, and the city is full of smoke and sand.

When An Sheng was ashamed and angry, he bit down hard, and in an instant, a bloody smell filled his mouth.

Yu Jingyun suddenly felt pain, and his movements froze, but it seemed to stimulate him even more, and he also bit down, and An Sheng immediately felt a piercing pain in his lower lip.

Yu Jingyun reluctantly let go of her, and then smiled wickedly: "In this way, it can be regarded as flat, when Leng Nanxian sees the wound on your and my mouth, I don't know how I will feel?" Could he mistake you for being a watery poplar woman? Will you be like a princess? ”

An Sheng was angry and frightened, her whole body was trembling, and her bare shoulders were sobbing, her collarbones were exquisite, and her chest rose and fell.

"Yu Jingyun, you bastard!"

She was almost hysterical.

"I'm a bastard!"

Yu Jingyun hooked his lips and smiled: "Xia Ansheng, whether you like me as a bastard or not, you can only be mine, even if I ruin him Leng Nanxian!" ”

"No!" An Sheng had blood at the corner of his lips and asked sharply, "How can you do this?" ”

Yu Jingyun's eyes narrowed, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and the Xia Ansheng in front of him was an unspeakable temptation for him.

He directly answered Ansheng's words with his actions.

He leaned down and pressed his bloody lips directly against Ansheng's collarbone, scurrying anxiously.

"Get up!" An Sheng cried hoarsely, but he couldn't break free from Yu Jingyun's grip at all: "I hate you!" Yu Jingyun! ”

Yu Jingyun's movements slowly froze, and finally stopped in front of An Sheng's excitedly rising and falling chest.

Ansheng's breathing was heavy and angry.

He asked in a low voice, "You hate me?" ”

An Sheng accumulated all the strength in his body, and pushed Yu Jingyun away, already bursting into tears.

"From today on, Yu Shizi, even if I owe you kindness, there is only kindness left, and the friendship between you and me is cut in two, and it has nothing to do with each other!"

Yu Jingyun was stunned there, motionless, unable to even hear the sound of breathing, like a sculpture.

The candlelight in the room jumped, causing his shadow to flicker and flicker on the ground, as if he was struggling in pain.

"Get out! This is the palace, if you refuse to go out, I will call someone! ”

An Sheng said sharply.

Yu Jingyun staggered back two steps, stunned in place, without saying a word.

"Miss Ansheng, have you slept?"

Someone outside the door asked softly, cautiously.

An Sheng sounded a little familiar, but for a moment, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't remember who it was.

With a "snap", Yu Jingyun picked up the wine glass in his hand and threw it fiercely, shattering at the door.

There was a snepot, and silence returned to the door.

Yu Jingyun smiled bitterly and pointed to the position of his heart: "This knife hurts enough!" ”

With that, he turned around slowly, moved out step by step, opened the door, and gradually disappeared into the night.

An Sheng slowly sat on the ground along the wall, curled up, and felt uncomfortable.

She didn't understand why Yu Jingyun was so persistent, this stubbornness had overwhelmed her and caused damage to her.

Yu Jingyun really has nothing to say to her, so An Sheng really doesn't want that one day, he will turn against her.

And his face was injured, like a trapped beast, and the shadow of his departing made her feel sad as well.

She buried her face in the crook of her arm, crying silently, aggrieved, frightened and helpless.