Guizhen Temple is set in the forbidden area. Because many practitioners here are of good identities, there are no rules like other Taoist temples in the folk. Almost everyone lives in a small courtyard, and their daily work, rest and food are unrelated and very clean.
In the evening, Chu Ning and Cui He sat opposite each other, had dinner together, and went out of the courtyard in the dim twilight. They walked and talked around the gentle slope beside the Taoist temple. On the way, they met a practitioner who was also in the temple. The older ladies nodded to each other.
It was not until night fell that the two returned to the courtyard.
Cui He lit the incense again, sat on the couch at the gate and started sewing with the candlelight, while Chu Ning laid out the paper to grind, picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Zhao Yanzhou.
In order to be safe, and even more so that Zhao Yanzhou would not be involved, she did not fully tell him her original plan. He might be surprised to hear that she suddenly left today.
However, it was inconvenient to write everything clearly in the letter, so he had to ask him not to worry, let alone feel sorry for her.
She and Zhao Yan have been brothers and sisters for many years. Although they have tried their best to keep a distance from each other in the past two years, they still know each other very well. They can understand each other's meanings without saying much.
After writing the letter, she read it carefully, dried the ink, and was about to put it in the envelope, when there was a sound of light footsteps by the open window, followed by Xiao Kezhi's low voice.
"doing what?"
"Your Majesty?" Chu Ning was stunned for a moment, and was about to get up from behind the desk, but saw that he had neatly turned in from the window, strode over to her side, and glanced down at the words on the paper.
"For Zhao Sizhi?" He sat down directly next to her, and took her in his arms very naturally, with a relaxed tone, as if he was in his own bedroom.
"Yeah." Chu Ning nodded, but didn't push him away, "I'm afraid Brother A will be worried."
Xiao Kezhi didn't say anything, just sealed the letter for her and handed it over to the servant.
Cui He had already exited to close the door, but the window was still open, and a gust of breeze came, bringing the fragrance of a bunch of peonies on the porch into the house.
Chu Ning remembered how he had just turned in directly from the window, and couldn't help laughing: "The dignified emperor, he didn't even go through the main door, but wanted to come in through the window!"
Xiao Kezhi didn't mean to be embarrassed at all, pointed to the clothes on his body, and said, "When I came here, I didn't bring anyone with me. Even if I entered this view, I went through the wrong door."
Only then did Chu Ning realize that the clothes on his body were of a very inconspicuous black color, with a simple style, even with few embroidery patterns, and it was not easy to find them when walking in the dark.
After all, it is the Son of Heaven. If she has just entered the Taoist temple, he will come over with great fanfare, but it will lead to suspicion.
After thinking for a while, she took the initiative to turn around and kneel on the couch, stretched out her hand to take his arm, and said solemnly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for today's matter."
Xiao Kezhi met her bright eyes, lightly patted her cheek, the hand that was about to be withdrawn was immediately attracted, and the rough finger pads rubbed back and forth on the tender skin, lingering: "No need to thank me. , I also intended to do so.”
First, he also wanted to take the opportunity to take her away from Xiao Yu, and second, he also planned to condone the collusion between Xiao Yu and Zhao Lun.
After being the emperor for half a year, his temperament is still informal and disdainful. But he was also very clear-headed. The entire Great Liang Dynasty had to deal with a huge pile of government affairs, and the imperial court had to rectify it, but it couldn’t be done overnight, and it couldn’t be completely subverted for the sake of purging. What a monarch should think about.
"It's you, why didn't you wear the dress that I prepared for you?" He looked down at her, his eyes stayed on the tied hair crown for a moment, then moved down a little bit, and landed on the blue lotus-colored robe. " Dressed like this..."
He tapped her chin with his fingertips, raising her beautiful face in full display.
The black hair and the crown are neat and neat, which makes her brows and eyes show a kind of heroic spirit, and her face is white and flawless, which adds a bit of delicate beauty.
His voice was getting lower and lower: "But he looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Xiao Langjun."
"This is Guizhen View." She blinked, and the candlelight in her eyes also flickered, "A Ning is a female crown, so she naturally wears a Taoist robe and a yellow crown."
"It doesn't have a charm..."
He stretched out his hand to untie her front placket, and when he was halfway through it, he stopped again and said softly, "I'm wronged, I have to live here."
"Here, it's much better than Donggong." She shook her head gently, the corners of her eyes were a little red, but the corners of her lips were curved, "A Ning has no power or wealth, and there is nothing to repay His Majesty..."
She said, took his hand, and took the initiative to press on the half of the shirt.
His hands froze and pressed on her belt, but he didn't move.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered his previous "like", and her heart beat inexplicably.
What is his liking
She was silent for a moment, tentatively stretched out her hand, and took the initiative to untie his robes, one by one, layer by layer.
He didn't move, just frowned at her move.
"Today, An Ning is here to serve His Majesty." She lowered her eyes and said softly, then knelt on the feet in front of him and slowly bowed her head.
Her movements were extremely slow, and as she lowered her posture a little bit, a bitter coldness gradually filled her heart.
But just as he was about to get closer, with only half an inch left, his scalp suddenly became tense, and he grabbed the tied hair crown in his hand and pulled it up with all his might.
She let out a pained cry, straightened up again, and met his dark, angry eyes.
"What are you doing?" He pulled her closer and asked in a hoarse voice, "This is what he asked you to do in the East Palace? Are you going to treat me like him?"
His hand moved from under the crown of her hair to the front of the placket, clenched so tightly that the clothes around her neck were gathered up, making her a little breathless, so she had to relax as much as she could, press his hand tightly, squeeze out A little space to breathe.
"Does your Majesty not like it?" Her face gradually flushed from the suffocation, and her voice was a little weak, "A Ning thought that this is the case with all the gentlemen."
Looking at her difficult appearance, he slowly released his hand, but his expression was still cold, and his anger was not extinguished at all.
How could he not like it? Although he had never experienced it before, just the image that flashed through his mind made his heart ache, as if countless ants were crawling over it.
But the matter of men and women, after all, is related to love. Not only his preferences are important, but her feelings are equally important to him.
He could see that she didn't like to do such a thing. If so, why did she force herself? There are so many ways to make him feel comfortable, he doesn't want to see her wronged himself at all.
"Whether I like it or not is one thing." He was angry, and his tone became colder. He simply stood up and turned his back to her, "I won't force others to be difficult."
His tall figure blocked most of the candlelight, casting a heavy shadow behind him. Chu Ning was shrouded in it, speechless.
Before, she couldn't tell whether the "like" he said was true or false, and whether it was the kind of "like" she thought in her heart, and even, because of the frustration she felt in the prince, she was obviously doubtful. , but still subconsciously choose to escape, unwilling to face.
But now, it seems inevitable.
She has left Xiao Yu and lives in the Tai Chi Palace. Even if she still has the status of a female crown, it is like a thin layer of paper, which can be broken with a light poke.
Without all the obstacles, she was a little less exciting and novel to him. If you just treat her as a toy, then it's time to show her true colors and play with her wantonly.
But he didn't seem to have such a plan at all, and even her initiative was rejected.
If it wasn't true, she didn't know what could be considered "true".
But how to respond to such a mind? She felt bewildered.
He stood in the same place, he didn't hear any movement behind him for a long time, and the anger just now could not help quenched, he couldn't help turning his head to take a look.
This time, she saw that she was sitting blankly on the couch, looking up at him, dazed and at a loss, like a child who did something wrong but didn't know how to apologize.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Kezhi couldn't help but sigh, and even the anger in his heart disappeared completely.
"Why don't you talk?" He sat back on the couch again, stroked the broken hair on her temples, and asked with a frown.
"A Ning doesn't know what to say." She said in a low voice, her voice soft, not at all upset by his sudden anger, "Your Majesty treats An Ning well, but An Ning has nothing in return."
His heart softened even more. He reached out and ruffled her temple hair. He shook his head and said, "What I want is to make you feel comfortable. Where is the energy when I asked you to help you?"
These words seemed to push her on the body, making her gradually return to her usual boldness.
She simply stood up, went around behind the screen, and removed her clothes one by one, leaving only the blue lotus-colored Taoist robe on the outside.
The underside of the robe was empty, swaying and swaying along with her steps, vaguely outlining her delicate and undulating curves.
"Lang Junye entered the Taoist door, but you want to stay overnight?" She stopped in front of the case, poured a cup of warm tea to him, and asked softly, as if she was really a female crown in the Taoist door.
"Yes, madam, would you like Rong Xiaosheng to stay for a night?" He looked at her robe with a half-smile, and while following her words smoothly, he stretched out his hand to take the teacup.
But just when she touched the rim of the warm cup, her hand was loose, the cup was poured, and all the warm water fell on his open robe.
"Oh, I'm really sorry, it was me who was rash and wet Lang Jun's robe, and I'll take it off for Lang Jun." She pretended to be nervous and exclaimed, and hurriedly approached and took off the wet clothes.
Unconsciously, the two of them got closer and closer, and he simply put her on his lap and whispered in her ear: "My lady has removed all my clothes, what should I wear?"
He said, tugging at her empty Taoist robe, biting her ear and saying, "Why don't you lend me this one, lady, for the time being?"
"Then, that's the only way..." She bit her lip, blushing shyly, and slowly took off her robe.
His eyes were always fixed on her, and when he saw the Taoist robe falling, he pretended to be surprised: "Miss—you look like this, you are really unwilling to be lonely! Could it be that you have been waiting for me to come?"
"Yes, the Taoist door is cold and quiet, I just hope that the Lord will pity you..."
He shook his head helplessly and carried her to the bed.
"If I don't come, how will the lady get through the long night..."
…
It was a really long night.
Several red candles in the room have been burned to the end, and it took an unknown amount of time for Chu Ning to finally relax completely.
She lay on his shoulders and half-closed her eyes, her eyes were still full of tears, and her throat was a little uncomfortable.
Just now, he was a little different from the past. While he was always strong, he could not stop grinding her, forcing her to let go of herself and expressing all her feelings, pain, soreness, comfort, tension...all of which had to be expressed.
She was used to concealing herself. At first, she felt awkward and restrained, but under his pressing and patient guidance, she felt more and more that the burden on her heart was being lifted little by little.
She felt that she was cared for, cared for, and cared for, and the joy was not just a thin layer of floating powder on the surface of the tea soup.
"Fang Cai, did I make you feel comfortable?" He put his arms around her and asked again what he had asked countless times.
This time, without any hesitation, she nodded and said, "Aning feels very comfortable."
He was finally satisfied, wiped the sweat from her forehead for her, and said in a low voice, "I will make you comfortable in the future."