It's like a cat, if you don't know the smell of fish. But once you know it, how to make a trade-off in this inner torment??? He sat on the futon, looking at his nose and nose, but his mind was full of distracting thoughts. In the end, all of a sudden it became: I want her!

Just want a woman!

Just that one woman.

Nothing else works.

No amount of scripture will make it.

Just like countless people in the same way, they once went crazy.

His limbs were stiff, his heart was miserable, and he finally couldn't help jumping up, and a large basin of cold water was poured on his head, from head to toe, cold to the bone, as if he was in the mood of despair to the extreme......

That night, Tuoba Hong slept deeply.

He was too tired. National events, heirs, it's really an inexhaustible heart. Get drunk and relieve your worries. When he woke up, it was already dawn, and the woman next to him was lying down, her body slightly curled, and her clothes were crumpled, perhaps because she had been taking care of her all night, and she had not taken off her coat, just lying beside him in such a mess.

He rubbed his eyes, the beauty of his daughter's red was really not blown, she didn't have any hangover pain after being drunk, but was in good spirits.

He got up quietly, the palace maids had already prepared the sobering tea, he rinsed his mouth and changed his clothes to remove the smell of wine, and returned to the bed again, she was still asleep, and the look on her face looked haggard.

"Miao Lian...... Miao Lian ......"

She rolled over, woke up, and rubbed her eyes: "Your Majesty, I'll go get you a sobering soup......"

Before the word "soup" could be put into his mouth, he had already reached out and hugged her, and said softly: "I've been gone for so long, do you insist on moxibustion?" ”

“……”

"What? You didn't insist? ”

She paused for a moment: "It's been so long, it's not good, I think maybe it's useless, right?" But seeing that his face was not good-looking, he whispered again: "I only occasionally don't smoke ......."

"You're smoking occasionally, aren't you?"

She didn't dare deny it.

His tone was slightly angry, but he didn't blindly blame, but smiled tolerantly: "Miaolian, now that I'm back, I want to urge you again, you can't slack off......"

He hugged her even more, maybe she woke up, full of energy, the warm fragrance of nephrite in her hand, Xiao Biesheng was newly married, lowered her head, and her breathing became a little shorter: "Miao Lian...... Since you didn't stick to it, then it's time for us to take that treatment again......"

Feng Miaolian's complexion changed slightly.

That therapy—of course she knew—was nothing more than collecting yang and replenishing yin, like a parasite, absorbing a little more of the heat he transmitted—a method that would certainly not be used if it weren't for the husband and wife. If it is not an extremely loving couple, it will naturally not be used.

Even if he used to use her, he felt embarrassed, but now that they have returned separately, he is uneasy to mention this again.

Especially when I think about Ye Jia—oh my God, Ye Jia!

Ye Jia, who only came in the dust yesterday.

Now, he lives in a corner of the palace that has been carved out by the Circle of Monks, which was once the place where the psychic master and his disciples lived.

It is a long way from the main hall.

But, after all, they were all in the palace - all under their noses.

Last night was slightly drunk, painful and haggard, and after a night of tossing and turning, she almost forgot Ye Jia - forcing herself to forget him, but this reminder knew that the end of the world was at hand.

If she still had the mentality of getting by and accepted her fate before, but now that she is reunited with Ye Jia, although the two of them are silent, how can such affection be erased? And the special medicinal herbs he brought with him - if it weren't for the deep concern for a person, would he inadvertently reveal such tenderness?

This situation, and then Tuoba Hong ooxx, how can it really be embarrassing?

However, she could not refuse at all, his body had been pressed down.

The hug was strong, and the big hand imprisoned her waist, and the whole person had fallen on the bed.

She stretched out her hand to push him, but where was his strength?

"Your Majesty......"

The voice was swallowed up in his mouth as well.

In the mess, I saw my clothes fall off one by one...... Those fine silks, those soft underwear...... He breathed eagerly, impulsively. The breath that was snatched from him between his lips, the rhythm that was already familiar between husband and wife.

"Your Majesty...... I ......"

In the hug, her resistance was perceived.

His movements paused slightly: "Miaolian, what's wrong?" ”

The nasal voice was so thick that she didn't hear what he really meant.

She panicked: "Your Majesty...... I...... I'm not feeling well......"

"What's wrong?"

When the woman said this, maybe it was a monthly letter, and there was nothing else.

However, she is not the period of the monthly letter.

This excuse seems ridiculous and ridiculous.

"Miao Lian, where are you uncomfortable?"

In his tone, he slightly revealed dissatisfaction.

"I ...... I'm not feeling well...... It's just uncomfortable......"

He still pressed her, looking at the panicked and frightened look in her eyes—yes, fear, even a faint, disgusting rejection—the kind of determination he had seen when he had reunited with her at the family temple...... After returning to the palace, he hadn't seen him for a long time, and he thought that such disgust would no longer be there.

Seeing it again, and so real, he was suddenly angry.

It was a kind of anger that had stabbed her pride—how dare she loathe herself!!

If a woman refuses to be with you ooxx, it must be that she has no feelings for you - because it is a wife, not something else that has been plundered and chaste or something - the woman in the palace, who does not think about it, is it not a great gift to be the emperor ooxx?

However, she didn't obey!

There are even attempts to make up excuses.

And this excuse sucks!

"Wonderful ......"

But she's lost her mind, and she doesn't know if she shouldn't hold on at this time—go soft, that's it anyway.

She didn't.

She only felt ashamed - no matter what, she couldn't be in front of Ye Jia and other men ooxx - a woman, if her heart betrayed, her body would always subconsciously betray.

Their physiology determines that they are a little different from men.

Especially when she couldn't force herself to be cheeky.

Even his lips hurriedly moved away, as if he were afraid of being touched by him again.

The arm had been subconsciously resisting, against his chest, not to be approached by him anyway.

What is this?

Tuobahong's eyes narrowed slightly.

Is this the behavior of a wife who has been separated for a long time?

Should a woman do the same to her husband?

Why?

The sudden anger almost overwhelmed him, and he pulled her hand away.

Her breath was weak, her weak body was vulnerable, and in front of him, she had no room for resistance, and when her hand was pulled away, it was like a mountain of weight.

In a daze, I felt very desperate - just like Ye Jia's "Feng Zhaoyi" - yes, the relationship between myself and Ye Jia was just a relationship between a national teacher and Feng Zhaoyi.

But why did you meet him yourself?

Why should you let yourself reunite with him?

She even began to hate Tuoba Hong, why did she bring Ye Jia to this main hall??? Originally, it was not in accordance with the rules for the national teacher to go to the main hall.

Why would he do this?

If you don't see Ye Jia, you can still pretend to forget him, and you have to get by.

Now that you've seen it, how can you not care about it at all?

The pressure on his body became heavier and heavier, like a dark and dreary night—on this day, it was as if the dawn had not come, and it had entered the dark night.

"Your Majesty...... Spare me...... Spare me this time......"

Tuoba Hong's heart was shocked.

Anger is also overwhelming.

But I felt a sense of irrepressible shame.

When a husband was in love with his wife, she actually said, "You spare me......

Could it be that I am raping some strange woman from a good family?

His heart was like a knife, like those pasts that he had ignored before, deliberately not remembered, scars, cracks, slowly expanding in front of his eyes.

Just like when he saw her in the family temple, the first thing she said was, "I've been waiting for you for a long time......

These words made him think about it for a long, long time.

Is this "you" really yourself?

This is something he can't even think of - subconsciously, he is not allowed to think about it and ask questions.

"Your Majesty...... Please...... Please spare me this time......"

Once again, anger doubled like a drop of water and then became a river...... His muscles were beating violently, and his voice was deeper than thunder: "Miao Lian...... What the hell are you talking about? ”

Her voice was unbelievably weak: "Spare me...... Spare me......"

Like a fish on a chopping board, at that time, he suddenly felt like a despicable villain-taking advantage of others' dangers to occupy other people's wives and daughters-

The rage nearly crushed him.

As soon as her hand was forced, her last corset suddenly tore, and with a thud, the tear lingered, like a torn heart. He pounced.

A woman, only when the heart is not in you, the body is resolutely unwilling to obey.

He was completely crushed by a subconscious fear and anger, even ignoring her calls......

Her body slumped, like a leaf drifting in the autumn wind, boundless, without a goal, drifting with the flow...... So weak that you can't fight back!

Let it be!

You can only follow him.

This time, it's no longer a "special treatment...... is no longer as patient and meticulous as before, he can't be suppressed, manic and unbearable, and he doesn't pity the jade at all.

It wasn't until the anger in her heart and body poured out that she was exhausted on her body.

Pressed her hard.

"Wonderful ......"

She didn't answer.

His face was pale, and he bit his lip tightly, almost oozing blood, and he didn't even want to look at him.

only to realize that the woman in her arms was as cold as an ice cube.

She was like a rock, a zombie, and there was no heat at all.

His eyes were tightly closed, he neither cried nor screamed, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper.

His weight, her weakness, she was almost vulnerable, but she kept biting her lip to keep herself from shouting - since he wanted this, so be it.

It was a resigned weakness.

It's a silent contempt that breaks down a man.

I'm weak, and it's up to you to vent - but don't forget, you forced me! I don't want to at all.

Tuobahong slowly moved his weight away.

The strange whiteness made him even more angry and ashamed, and he grabbed her arm with his big hand, and was about to ask a few questions, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't ask anything.

As soon as he let go of his hand, he put her still on the bed, grabbed a robe and put it on his body, and strode away.

The sound of the door closing was loud, "bang", almost deafening.

Feng Miaolian lay on the bed as if she had died.

That was the first time she had such "violence" with Tuoba Hong - even though he had quarreled and shouted before, he had never treated her like this.

Only this time, it became so rough.