Chapter 8: The Night is Confused

The moonlight was covered by thick clouds, the sky was dark, and Su Mi was led into the Qianqing Palace by the palace attendants beside him.

In the main hall, there is still a strong medicinal fragrance mixed with the curling dragon incense smell emitted by the four-cornered jasper incense burner, which makes the entire dormitory have a kind of drowsy dullness.

The palace people pulled up the bead curtain, and Su Mi walked into the inner room.

Qi Long was reclining on the bed, his face was still as pale as these days, but under the dim light, there was a faint hint of bewitching red, and he looked more and more sick.

His eyes were half-squinted, as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep.

The palace people whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, Concubine Lian is here." ”

Qi Long's eyes opened, and his gaze was projected onto Su Mi's body, and the focus in his pupils took a while to condense. Then, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Mi'er is really late." ”

"The concubine is late, let the emperor wait for a long time, and ask the emperor for forgiveness. Su Mi bowed her waist softly and confessed.

"It doesn't matter. Qi Long laughed, with a hoarse hint of coughing, and said, "I also know that Mi'er is now in charge of various matters in the palace, but I'm afraid I'm tired, right?" ”

"The concubines are not tired, but they are just a little thing, where can they be compared with the emperor's hard work?" Su Mi said with a smile.

"Where else is there anything hard to work for", Qi Long smiled: "Haven't all the things been arranged?" ”

There was a soothing flavor in the words. Su Mi was speechless for a while, and Qi Long's often sarcastic tone made her really not know how to deal with it.

Qi Long turned to the inner supervisor beside him and said, "Let's all go down." I talked to Concubine Lian for a while. ”

The palace people withdrew with low eyebrows, and only Su Mi and Qi Long were left in the main hall.

Qi Long beckoned to her and said, "Mi'er, come here, don't stick to these customs." ”

Su Mi walked up and sat on the edge of the bed, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, did you take the medicine just now?" Is your body better today? ”

Qi Long nodded and did not speak.

In the quiet space, there was a sudden "pop" sound. It was a palace lamp, and the candle inside burst a light flower. In the dim and deep space, the candle flame flickered. The light is not stopped.

Qi Long's eyes turned to the palace lamp, stared at it for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Mi'er don't remember, when I first came to your place, a light flower also exploded in the house, which is a sign of a happy event." His smile was intertwined with nostalgia and mockery, forming a strange look.

Su Mi felt uneasy. It's been such a long-term thing, Qi Long still remembers it. She laughed, "Really? The emperor's memory is really good, and the concubines are about to forget......"

Before she finished her words, she suddenly felt a pain in her hand, and it was Qi Long who suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The slender and slender wrist that was tormented by illness turned out to be unexpectedly firm and powerful, and I don't know if it was because of a long illness or because of too much force, the skin on the hand was tense and almost transparent. The blood line below was faintly visible, and the protruding bones made Su Mi's wrist hurt.

"So you've forgotten everything, huh?" He muttered, his eyes no longer clear, and a haze slowly condensed under his eyes.

Su Midi's heart tightened suddenly, she exhaled lightly, tried her best to calm her mind and said, "Your Majesty." You're tired, so it's better to rest early. ”

Saying that, she wanted to stand up, but Qi Long's hand on her wrist did not relax in the slightest.

A faint smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice and snow, staring directly at her, he said slowly in a hoarse voice, "Rest? Mi'er, I'm not dead yet, I've rested long enough. ”

Before Su Mi could react, he only felt that the sky was spinning, and his back slammed into a place. It was she who was thrown on the bed by Qi Long.

Immediately after that, Qi Long pressed up.

In a panic. Su Mi tried to struggle, but Qi Longdi's strength suddenly became surprisingly great. It seems that he wants to vent all his strength and desire on such a night. He pressed her hard against the bed, clutching her tightly in his arms, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Su Mi didn't even have time to resist before she drowned in such an embrace full of anger and despair.

Her wrists were almost paralyzed from pain from the strong clasps and struggles. Su Mi even suspected that she was going to be crushed in this storm.

Then without waiting for her to breathe a sigh of relief, Qi Long was already close to her. He muttered something in her ear, Su Mi couldn't hear it clearly, his voice was gentle and peaceful, but his movements were violent and violent.

Pain flowed through the limbs. This man who had shared the bed with him for more than a year, Su Mi suddenly felt so strange. Is he desperately trying to prove something, or is he hoping to possess something? It seems to be a manic beast, with a kind of demonic madness formed by long-term persecution.

Su Mi only felt that time seemed to have stopped flowing, her body was painful and stiff, Qi Long was still trembling slightly, his skin was pale, the bones below were almost visible, and the cold touch made Su Mi feel the chill permeated her heart.

In the silent hall, there was only the sound of rapid gasps and the lingering sound of flesh entanglement, indicating this fierce and crazy love.

Through the heavy curtains, it can be faintly seen that the palace lamps outside emit a faint light, the tent of the golden thread red Luo has become trembling and opening and closing because of the violent movements and struggles, in front of the bed, the dragon and phoenix red candles on the carved plate dragon silver candlestick have not been lit for a long time, and the dust covered on it makes the shiny sterling silver turn into a dull black iron. The bronze phoenix mirror in the distance was gloomy and dark, looking like a giant mouth that was about to swallow everything here.

The physical pain accompanied by the humiliation in her heart made Su Mi can't help but close her eyes......

I don't know how long this intense and manic love lasted, Qi Long finally calmed down, he let go of the hand that was clamping Su Mi, and buried his head in Su Mi's shoulder.

Su Mi wanted to break free, but the moist feeling on Chiluo's shoulders made Su Mi tremble, and Qi Long ......

She didn't dare to look at his face, and she didn't know what kind of expression she should use to look at his face.

Something surged into the throat, but it couldn't make a sound.

After all, they have been husband and wife for two years, although in their feelings for him, even she herself can't tell how much is true and how much is false, although every woman in the harem seems to have such feelings for him, for the golden imperial throne and the power it represents.

But......

But why do you still feel such deep pain at this time? Not only the body, but also the heart hurts more than the body......

I don't know how long it took, Su Mi even wondered if Qi Long had passed out, and finally, a low cry from the inner prison came from outside the hall gate, breaking the suffocating silence that enveloped the entire hall.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Doctor is going to check your pulse. Do you want to pass it in? It was Du Danfu's voice.

Qi Long smiled coldly, in this empty hall, the light and fluttering laughter was particularly strange and deep, his head was raised from her shoulder, and without looking at her, he turned inside, and said in a tired voice: "You go." The voice was cold and indifferent, as if it were directed at a stranger.

Su Mi struggled out of bed, if it weren't for the obvious pain in his body, Su Mi would have thought that the madness just now was just a dream.

Her mood at this time was indescribably confused, painful, shameful, sympathetic, lost, angry...... All kinds of emotional contradictions and scorching, constantly intertwined and gnawed at her heart, making her unbearable. She picked up the clothes that had just been thrown on the ground and hurriedly put them on, and without even the etiquette of leaving, she staggered outside.

Walking to the threshold, she glanced back, and in that frightening glance, she vaguely saw a transparent light passing along Qi Long's cheeks, like sweat and tears.

As if sensing Su Mi's gaze, he turned his head over and cut off Su Mi's line of sight.

In an instant, this glittering, gold-inlaid palace, and the people who were once familiar seemed so distant and unfamiliar.

She turned her head and stepped out of the palace gate of the Qianqing Palace, without looking back, perhaps, for a proud man, the most useless and shameful emotion is sympathy.

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