These things had never been seen before, but they were still unusually familiar.

It was as if he had lived with someone here before, and she would lean against the window, draped in a thin quilt, and hold a book of poetry in her hand and look at it leisurely.

And he either looked at the official documents, or looked at the military documents.

The two would occasionally exchange two sentences, but even when they didn't speak, they were peaceful, and the years were quiet.

They will be the envy of everyone.

He is the king of the cycles.

She was......

Zhan Mijiang suddenly came back to his senses.

He put down the book in his hand with a gloomy face.

He hated her so much, why did he think of her at every turn now?

These so-called traces of life, it is easy to fake, after all, he has been away from the palace for so long.

Although he explained this to himself in his heart, Zhan Mijiang still didn't see her again for a while.

It wasn't until the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, after her feet were completely healed, that Zhan Mijiang appeared in front of her again.

This time, his face was full of murder and indifference.

He had been tracking down the truth about Qi Yishu's death, and in the end, he found that not long before Qi Yishu died, Princess Xun had gone to the palace to see her, and Qi Yishu had never seen outsiders beside her.

Zhan Mijiang stood in front of her with a calm face, looking at the person in front of him.

She raised her eyes at this time, and a pair of eyes were calm and quiet, not at all.

Zhan Mijiang finally put away his scrutinizing gaze.

He sat down and asked, "What did you and her say to Concubine Hui when she recruited you into the palace for the last time?" ”

Hearing Zhan Mijiang ask, she was stunned.

Everything that happened at the beginning was under his control, and thanks to his control, she was able to see the true face of her "close friend".

But why did he suddenly ask that?

Didn't he remember that the last meeting between her and Qi Yishu was simply designed by him.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhan Mijiang nodded and stepped forward.

He slowly tied her to a chair as she resisted.

Then, he slowly cleaned up the person in front of him.

Since he returned, she has been thinner and thinner day by day, and she looks especially pitiful when she is tied to the bench at this time.

Zhan Mijiang didn't have any mercy.

His hand roamed over her body and asked softly in her ear, "What did you do in the palace that day?" What did you tell her? ”

Being played with like an object without any scruples, she bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, refusing to raise her eyes to look at him.

It seems that as long as this is the case, she can pretend that the person in front of her who is forcing her is not Zhan Mijiang.

Zhan Mijiang was familiar with her body, and it was easy to make her tremble.

The girl who looked delicate was stiff and refused to speak.

Zhan Mijiang's eyes sank slightly, and he finally released her from the chair, and then he pressed her on the desk, picked up the brush on the pen stand, and dipped it in a little ink.

"Say it, or I really won't let you go." He whispered, and then scribbled on her with a brush as if he were painting.

Ink as black as night spread across her fair skin.

Her eyes were still tightly closed, and her lips were pursed tightly.

The brush in Zhan Mijiang's hand went all the way up.

She finally let out a soft snort, and just as Zhan Mijiang was about to say something, the people below him opened their eyes.