Northern Chu, Shulan Palace.

Liang Cisheng was wearing the wedding dress when he came to Beichu, sitting on the palace, his eyes were scattered, and he listened numbly to the palace people outside the palace, and whispered.

"I'm afraid the one inside won't survive today, right? The king's side will go out today......"

"If you die, you're dead, and if you're dead, we're relaxed, we don't have to serve her here, and we can't get any money."

"Be quiet, the wall has ears."

“......”

There was no sound outside, and Liang Cisheng tilted his head to look at the dripping timer in the room, quietly waiting for the man to come.

Then there was a flustery.

"The king has arrived!"

With a high shout, Liang Cisheng looked at the door, her vision was impaired due to the years of beatings, and she couldn't see clearly, but she could also feel the hatred of the man who wanted to take her life with her vague outline.

The silver armor shone in the sun, and the cold color matched with Chu Zhuxu's handsome face also made Liang Cisheng dream back to five years ago.

This man stood in front of the battle with a long sword, and forced her to marry back.

The dream vanished, and five years later, Liang Cisheng looked at him quietly, as if he had looked at him countless times.

Chu Zhuxu frowned slightly, not knowing if it was because of his dissatisfaction with the person in front of him, or because he didn't like the strange incense in the hall, "You should know what Lone is doing here, right?" ”

Liang Cisheng couldn't hear clearly, and there was no injury on the outside, but she knew that even if there was no such thing today, with her remnant body, she wouldn't be able to pass a few days.

"Understood, Chu Zhuxu."

The woman's voice was soft, as if she was neither angry nor resentful of what was about to happen.

That's the case, which provoked Chu Zhuxu.

With a gesture, the palace man who followed in clearly put the tray in his hand on the table, closed the door and went out.

The soft armor rubbed when he walked, and Liang Cisheng's eyes darkened, and he was pulled into the man's strong arms by a force.

Where could the thin silk clothes withstand Chu Zhuxu's strength, and it didn't take long for them to be torn.

Liang Cisheng's face was pale with pain, and his eyes were moist and red, like a boat swinging with the waves in a torrent, feeling the pain of tearing without warning.

You should get used to it.

Chu Zhuxu's gentleness towards her should be the thing she fears the most.

The torrent dissipated, and Liang Cisheng's clothes were torn, and he was thrown on the couch like a rag doll.

The light from outside the palace entered the hall through the cracks, and the handsome and dashing man could not see the previous madness and resentment, but took the bowl of medicine, walked steadily to the couch, and took the person into his arms with a thin waist.

Broad, with a little warm hand, stroked Liang Cisheng's long, dry and knotted hair.

The heat fell down the spine and back to the thighs, and the throbbing pain from time to time made Liang Cisheng afraid, and his hands were clenched, afraid that this person would have another blow.

"Don't be afraid." Chu Zhuxu could naturally feel the fear of the jade man in his arms, but the perennial marching life had made him forget how to coax a girl, not to mention that this person was the pillow person he had tortured for five years.

Chu Zhuxu seemed to be avenging his revenge, full of joy, attached to Liang Cisheng's ear, gently pinched the woman's chin with one hand, and touched it repeatedly, "Lone led the army into the Western Rumor today, I really want the people of the Western Rumor to see how their noble princess is like a dog, wagging her tail and begging for mercy with me in the past five years." ”

"Don't." Liang Cisheng was scared just by listening.

His hand grasped the man's soft armor, and when he looked at each other, he obediently lowered his head, revealing his white neck.

"Drank it."

The more obedient he is, the more tyrannical Chu Zhuxu becomes.

But if you don't follow him, you will be more bitter behind.