"Zhao Yichen!" Song Zhi roared at him with all his might, and cried slightly.

As soon as the end note fell, Zhao Yichen's men almost lost their breath.

His hand suddenly let go, and his eyes were full of panic.

This is the only person who can see through his heart, and he is also the person who is most similar to him in the entire Jinzhou City. In order to escape his fears, he did not hesitate to treat her in the most vicious way every time.

Song Zhitan knelt on the ground, greedily breathing in the air.

It's winter, and some of the palace bricks on the city wall can vaguely see the frost.

She wasn't wearing so much, and her shoes and socks didn't know when they got wet, and she appeared in front of Zhao Yichen in a very embarrassed manner.

People are always contradictory.

Although Song Zhi was in disarray, her heart was indeed neat and bright.

On the other hand, Zhao Yichen's clothes are neat and dignified, but his heart is actually embarrassed.

His gaze was still like a rakshasa in hell, full of blood.

"I'm sorry, I overdistanced." When life and death were at stake, she blurted out that it was his name, and Song Zhi didn't know what to say, but it was always right to apologize.

Zhao Yichen rubbed his temples vigorously with his fingers and regained some consciousness.

"Don't just admit your mistakes, you're not wrong with me."

Song Zhi's hands were a little red from the cold, and after kneeling on the frosty city wall for a long time, he couldn't stop coughing.

"I'm so scared, your whip hurts so badly."

After listening to Song Zhi, Zhao Yichen stretched his sleeves, draped the fox fur on Song Zhi's body, and picked her up horizontally.

The fur of the fox fur danced along the cold wind, always tugging at Zhao Yichen's heartstrings.

"You can call me by my name in the future."

Zhao Yichen's voice was faint, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but he quickly sank again.

He couldn't forget Song Zhi's eyes pleading for mercy, and his slightly trembling hands were like his former self.

Seeing Song Zhi being taken off his slave bones little by little, he should have been happy, but somehow he was a little upset.

Does he really want Song Zhi to be like him?

The two are already too similar, if they want to force Song Zhi to follow the way they are, what difference is there between them and the person they hate the most.

The two most important women in his life died before he knew it.

He has been burdened with too many burdens since he was born, and everyone is teaching him how to be a king and a courtier, but no one tells him how to treat the woman he likes.

Song Zhi is the only woman he has aroused his lust for more than 20 years.

He admits that he did hate her face at first, but he did something completely different from her in front of Li Si's face. So much so that no matter what Song Zhi did, Zhao Yichen thought that it was blaspheming Li Si's soul.

Perhaps it was because he hung Li Sigao on the top of the sky, and no one was allowed to approach it, including himself.

After he met Song Zhi, he took revenge and put all the humiliation on Song Zhi.

Never cared what she thought.

Originally, I wanted to change this attitude, but every time I said something hurtful.

"Come closer." Zhao Yichen felt that the person in his arms was a little alienated from him, and tightened the hand holding Song Zhi again.

"It's not good to be seen like this."

"I can do whatever I want, what do I have to do with them?"

Suddenly remembering something, Zhao Yichen stopped in place.

"What's wrong?" She was already a little embarrassed, and any contact with Zhao Yichen made her can't help but be greedy a little more, which is not her emotion.

"You were born in early winter, right?"

Zhao Yichen was a little tempting.

"I don't know, it's early spring. Ah Niang prepares mare's milk wine for me every time when the flowers bloom, which should be at that time. ”

In fact, Song Zhi didn't know his birthday, he didn't have this concept since he was a child, and he had been wandering in the desert for seven years, so he wouldn't care about this kind of little daughter's family.

"It's the first day of the winter month." Seeing Song Zhi say this, Zhao Yichen said the day that he would never forget for the rest of his life without thinking about it.

"Huh? Isn't that winter? I was born in the early spring. ”

Song Zhi didn't quite understand why Zhao Yichen was so sure.

"It's that day, I can't be mistaken, but it's over."

The person in Zhao Yichen's heart will not appear again for a long time, so long that he can't even remember her birthday, only remembering her death date.

"I heard what you and the Queen Mother said in the Chaohua Palace." Song Zhi didn't want to dwell on the topic of birth anymore, she hadn't cared about the festival for so many years, and now that she grew up, she didn't want to think about it.

"Do you think I'm getting in your way?"

"Nope."

At this moment, Zhao Yichen wanted to reach out and touch Song Zhi's head, even if he hugged her with his arms, he always felt that it was more comforting than that.

"Actually, I don't want you to change anything for me."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Because you are you, you are Zhao Yichen, and you should live according to your own ideas. You are the king of Jinzhou City, why should you change the whole plan for the sake of one person? ”

Yes, Zhao Yichen also wants to live according to his own ideas.

However, everything around him was imprisoning him.

There was a court in the former dynasty, and there was a queen mother in the harem.

In this lonely palace, only Song Zhi kept emphasizing that he could live according to his own ideas.

If it were anyone in this palace, Zhao Yichen would not hesitate to choose the head.

And that person was Song Zhi, who had more than once longed for and even coveted the sense of security and identity in her arms.

Zhao Yichen put her on the bed and reached out to untie her clothes.

"Y-Do you want to...."

Song Zhi kept hiding back, like a frightened deer.

"Changed my wet clothes." Zhao Yichen had already taken off her shoes and socks.

The wind in the warm pavilion poured into Song Zhi's body along the placket, making her stiff.

It is also mixed with a strong ambergris.

In Song Zhi's impression, the exchange between men and women is just for the sake of reproduction, and the fragrance of ambergris stimulates the feelings between people.

Many moments, Song Zhi just wanted to live like this, woman, that's it.

It's good to marry a husband with a good family background, and then treat him as the owner, and treat him respectfully.

As for the vigorous love, Song Zhi has already tasted it, and what he got is unbearable memories.

She chose to sink, to sink into the constraints of rules and regulations.