Early in the morning, Shen Qingchen didn't even use breakfast, so he left the Shen Mansion early.

There are not many pedestrians on the streets in the early morning, only a few stalls are set up early, preparing for the day's sale.

Shen Qingchen walked to a stall selling breakfast, and the little brother greeted him very warmly. Shen Qingchen looked at it and bought a few sugar packets and a few jujube cakes. The little brother took the butter paper and carefully wrapped the sugar packet and jujube cake, put it in Shen Qingchen's hand, and greeted him with a smile to come back next time.

Shen Qingchen walked for a while holding the paper bag in both hands, feeling the almost scorching temperature of his palm, even the butter paper could not hide the sweet aroma of sugar packets and jujube cakes. Shen Qingchen suddenly paused, looked at the paper bag in his hand and was stunned for a while, and walked to the corner of the street, where there was a ragged beggar, squinting and snoring at this time, with an empty bowl in front of him, obviously not yet "open". Shen Qingchen didn't even look at the beggar, put the paper bag in his hand in the empty bowl, and turned to leave. Shen Qingchen continued to walk forward, except for the sweet aftertaste in the palm of his hand, as if he had never bought those freshly baked sugar buns and jujube cakes.

Zhang Jinyu was sitting in front of the dresser at this time, holding a wooden comb and gently combing the black hair in front of her, while the maid behind her was combing her bun. Zhang Jinyu put down the wooden comb, picked up the rouge sticker in front of the mirror, put it to his mouth, and gently sipped it, the lips that were originally light in color immediately became much more rosy, dyed with a faint carmine, fresh and elegant, not strong.

Zhang Jinyu carefully looked at himself in the bronze mirror, frowned slightly, and wanted to find a trace of flaw from the delicate and heroic face, for a long time, picked up the gouache that had not been used for a long time, and stained a little bit of the faint blue and black left by the excitement last night because he didn't sleep well last night, and the fingers were gently dusted off, so that the gouache was attached to the eyelids, covering the blue and black.

After the maid combed her bun, she picked up the hosta in the dresser box and wanted to insert it in the bun, but saw Zhang Jinyu shaking her head. Zhang Jinyu put the hosta in the maid's hand back into the jewelry box, and picked up a pale cyan hairpin flower from it, pinning it to the bun, fresh and elegant. Zhang Jinyu looked at the bronze mirror for a long time, finally nodded with satisfaction, walked quickly to the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe, full of riding clothes and practice clothes, picked out a light goose yellow dress, and let the maid wait to change it.

After Zhang Jinyu changed his clothes, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the soft clothes, took a deep breath, and went out.

In the wooden house, Cui Wei opened her misty eyes, because she was too tired from practicing, she slept soundly, sat up, stretched her waist, moved her sore limbs, and got out of bed conveniently. As a maid, she has to get up early and wait for everything, so that she can serve in an orderly manner after Shen Qingyan gets up. Year after year, day after day, this has long been a habit engraved in the bones. So, even though she was so tired yesterday, Emerald Green still got up early as usual and folded the quilt.

Cui Wei opened the wooden door, intending to get some water to wash, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Ling Guang sleeping on the rope. Ling Guang tied the rope high in front of two bamboos at a moderate distance, the rope was stretched straight, and the whole person was lying flat on the rope as if he was lying flat on the bed. Cui Wei was a little surprised, it turned out that Ling Guang spent the night like this, no matter how strong his martial arts were, sleeping on the rope was not as comfortable as sleeping in bed after all. Moreover, it is now the end of summer, the heat has faded, and it is cool to stay on weekdays, and it will even be a little cold if you don't cover the quilt at night.

Ling Guang had already woken up from the moment he woke up, and as a secret guard, even if he fell asleep, at the slightest abnormal noise, he would wake up immediately and be in a state of waiting for the enemy, which was also a habit that had been engraved in his bones. Ling Guang listened to Cuiwei's movements, and didn't get up, just closed his eyes to recuperate. After staying for a long time, he saw that Cui Wei had been standing at the door without moving, so he opened his eyes and jumped down from the rope.

Ling Guang looked at the emerald wisps that had not yet been freshened, and felt a little more relaxed than usual. Cui Wei didn't speak, just looked at each other with Ling Guang. After a while, Ling Guang took the basin of water in Cui Wi's hand and turned around to fetch water, Cui Wei didn't follow, nor did he go back to the house, just stood in place, looking at Ling Guang's back, and didn't move for a long time.

In the Prince's Mansion, Yin Qi put his head on the side with one hand, lying on the couch on his side, looking at Shen Qingyan who was still sleeping next to him, and kept his eyes open, as if he wanted to carve Shen Qingyan's mold with his eyes. After a while, he slowly stretched out his index finger and gently roamed on Shen Qingyan's face, as if he was close to her skin, seeing Shen Qingyan frowning and scratching his face unconsciously because of itching, he smiled faintly, and when Shen Qingyan quieted down, he repeated the action just now, and he was never tired.

Shen Qingyan constantly felt the slight itch on his cheeks in his sleep, and opened his eyes a little impatiently, because the scene in front of him was still a little blurry when he just woke up, and after a while, he saw Yin Qi who was looking at him with a smile in front of him, and the irritability in his heart was instantly replaced by sweetness, and he stretched out his hand to hug Yin Qi, and pressed the weight of his entire head on Yin Qi's chest.

Yin Qi turned over and pressed Shen Qingyan under him, and kisses fell softly. One hand held the hand that was interlocked with Shen Qingyan's fingers, and the other hand gently grabbed the clothes on Shen Qingyan's chest. Shen Qingyan's body was a little stiff, and he wanted to push Yin Qi away, but he made a move, forcing himself to calm down and accept Yin Qi's next move.

Yin Qi's kiss continued from Shen Qingyan's face, and the movements in his hands did not stop, seeing that Shen Qingyan's clothes were about to be completely taken off. Shen Qingyan felt a slight numb bite at the collarbone, his body trembled violently, and finally couldn't help but want to push Yin Qi away, but Yin Qi stopped his movements immediately as usual, although the movements were still gentle, he held Shen Qingyan in his arms domineeringly, and no matter how hard Shen Qingyan tried, he couldn't push him away from his body.

Huge fear enveloped Shen Qingyan, tears kept flowing out, and finally, in the case of the double outbreak of fear and despair, Shen Qingyan exerted his strength violently, and finally pushed the abnormal Yin Qi away. Shen Qingyan gasped, covered with a layer of fine cold sweat, and looked at Yin Qi in a panic. Yin Qi just looked at her calmly, there was no desire and impulse in his eyes, just full of calm and waiting. Shen Qingyan looked at Yin Qi, a tear dripped down his cheek on the couch, and slowly faded on the light satin.

In the Four Princes' Mansion, Yin Yuan was lying on the couch with his upper body bare, and his honey-colored abdominal muscles were exposed to the air like this, floating up and down with his breathing. Beside him, there were several disheveled women, lying or sitting on Yin Yuan's body and falling asleep, the delicate makeup on her face was not messed up at all, and her ink-colored hair was unrestrained, accompanied by the fair and tender skin exposed, and the picture was very fragrant. Yin Yuan grabbed the woman closest to him, the woman woke up from her sleep, saw Yin Yuan's face, and returned to her delicate and lovely appearance, leaning on Yin Yuan's body like a lost bone, and her white and slender legs were wrapped around Yin Yuan's waist and rubbing continuously. Yin Yuan pinched the woman's chin tightly, and with the other hand, pulled the woman's only remaining belly pocket down and pressed the woman under him. The sound of wheezing and begging for mercy soon aroma, the beautiful smell of a room.

With a "bang", the door was slammed open, and Shen Wanyan stepped in step by step, and walked to the side of the bed step by step. The rest of the women glanced at Wan Yan, and then moved their gaze back to Yin Yuan's body again, waiting for the other party's arrival.

Yin Yuan and the woman who was pressed under him continued to do what they were doing as if they didn't realize Shen Wanyan's existence at all.

Shen Wanyan smiled coldly, her psychological endurance had already been exercised by Yin Yuan, and the scene in front of her was just a piece of cake.

Shen Wanyan took a silver hairpin from the bun full of hair accessories, squinted her eyes fiercely, and a trace of bloodlust flashed in her eyes. Shen Wanyan grabbed the woman who was sitting on the bed suddenly, took the silver hairpin and stabbed it hard at the woman's bare heart, blood instantly splashed Shen Wanyan's face and body, and the stabbed woman just stared at her eyes like this, and fell to the ground like a broken puppet, no longer conscious. And several other women were stabbed by Shen Wanyan one by one towards the heart before they realized what was happening, including the woman who was pressed under Yin Yuan, and when she died, there was only some fluttering confusion in her eyes.

Yin Yuan looked at several corpses in many places beside him, and Shen Wanyan, who had some blood on his face, shrugged his shoulders a little disappointedly, threw the woman he was still holding just now under the bed, pulled Shen Wanyan over, pressed him underneath, stripped off his clothes, and finished the halfway thing he had just done.

Shen Wanyan felt the rhythm of her body and the pain under her, her body was covered with cold sweat, but she could no longer shed tears in her eyes, but a somewhat crazy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Shen Wanyan slowly wrapped her legs around Yin Yuan's waist, put away the expression on her face, and numbly felt Yin Yuan's roughness, as if she was an unconscious corpse.

Yin Yuan kept moving, but the expression on his face was undisguised disdain and contempt. Yin Yuan looked at Shen Wanyan's expressionless face, trying to find out a little similarity with Shen Qingyan from this face, but found that this face, there is no place that can compare to Shen Qingyan in his heart, even if it is a pair of eyes that are a little similar, but there is no half of Shen Qingyan's style.

Yin Yuan stopped his movements tastelessly, threw Shen Wanyan to the ground in disgust, stopped looking at her, put on his clothes, and left the room.

Shen Wanyan sat on the ground, looked at the several corpses around her, and her blood-stained hands, and laughed maniacally, the laughter was full of poignancy and bitterness.

Everyone walks on their own life trajectory like this. Maybe it's sweet, maybe it's bitter, maybe it's hopeful, maybe it's hopeless, but they can only continue to walk on the trajectory that has been drawn, without the power to resist.