After Shen Xining arrived at the teahouse, she took out the medicine in her hand. As she looked at the medicine, tears slowly slid down her face and dripped into the corners of her eyes. She raised her hand to wipe them away. Since this was the path she wanted to take, she was not afraid of this.
Haruyuki fell to his knees in an instant.
“Miss, Miss…”
Even though he was crying, Chun Xing knew that, in this matter, they, the master and the servant, had reached a dead end. No one could save Shen Xining, and the only way for them to save themselves was now.
Haruyuki stepped out and found a quiet corner to cry alone.
Xie Zhaoan kicked Yuewei. Since he kicked him before, Xie Zhaoan kicked him even harder.
"Go and keep her company."
As for Xie Zhaoan, he walked up to the teahouse.
In the teahouse's tearoom, a woman was lying on the bed, her face flushed and her forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat. In the corner, the merchant's son was tied up by a secret guard in black. He was sobbing with his eyes wide open, unable to make a sound, and soon fell asleep.
Xie Zhaoan pushed open the door, and saw the woman wearing only plain clothes. Her long hair hung down behind her waist, swaying slightly, and her fair face was covered with sweat. When she heard the door open, she stood up and put her arms around the waist of the man in front of her. Her fair fingers were extremely sexy, and the fragrance on her body, combined with the aromatherapy in the room, made people feel hot all over.
The woman's hands took off his belt with great provocation.
The belt fell to the ground with a loud sound, but Xie Zhaoan turned around suddenly and lifted the woman's chin with his fan, looking at her with a scrutinizing look.
Under the moonlight, the man's eyes and skin color almost blended into the moonlight. Seeing the man in front of him, Shen Xining broke out in a cold sweat.
"you... ... "
Xie Zhaoan fanned the woman's hand more vigorously, forcing her chin up high. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and as she raised her chin, the sweat flowed down her chin into her clothes, tempting her to go deeper.
Without the belt to restrain him, Xie Zhaoan's clothes fell down. He was only wearing his inner clothes, but his expression was too cold to show any recklessness. The hand holding the fan was still exerting a little force. Shen Xining used all his strength before opening his mouth.
"Fourth Prince, what does the king think?"
"But that merchant's son? He should be in a coma now. I wonder if Lord Shen is such a reckless person that he would fall for the merchant's son who has just arrived in Beijing a few days ago? Why didn't he report it directly to the Grand Tutor? Is he worried that the Grand Tutor would not agree?"
Shen Xining's sweat dropped even more heavily, and she had to raise her chin so that she could maintain a bit of consciousness. The medicine she gave herself was very strong, and the incense in the room was also very strong. She did this to numb her nerves so that she would not regret it.
"Master Shen, I've told you long ago that you can't escape from the things in this world. Why are you still so naive even now?"
"It has nothing to do with you, Fourth Prince."
Shen Xining pulled her chin off the man's fan, her nails dug into her palms, the extreme pain brought her back to consciousness. She pointed outside the door, motioning Xie Zhaoan to go out, but Xie Zhaoan suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, his breath sweet as orchid in her ears.
"Sir Shen, do you know who is in the next room? It's not the famous prostitute you arranged, but the second daughter of the Shen family, Shen Xiyao."
As soon as Xie Zhaoan finished speaking, Shen Xining's body froze. Shen Xiyao? He did it. He had planned all this long ago. In his eyes, Shen Xining was like a clown. He thought he had arranged everything, but he didn't know that all this fell into Xie Zhaoan's sight.
"Sir Shen, I wonder what you are going to do now? If you are still planning to have a Zhougong ceremony with the merchant's son, then let the prince kill you and the merchant's son, and Shen Xiyao will be brought to the court as a puppet of the Shen family. It's up to you. I'm leaving now."
He has already made all the calculations, isn't it just for Shen Xining to compromise? Since Shen Xiyao is in the game, then the Shen family will definitely not be able to leave the court dispute. If Shen Xining is not in the game, the Shen family will be skinned alive. Xie Zhaoan did not wait for Shen Xining's answer, he curled his lips, smiled, and was about to walk out, but Shen Xining stepped on tiptoe, hugged his neck, and offered her red lips to him.
Xie Zhaoan smiled more and more proudly. He threw down the fan in his hand, wiped Shen Xining's eyes with his fingers, wiped away the tears in her eyes, and paused for a moment on the tear mole at the corner of her eyes. Then, his kiss deepened, and his fingers moved down to the woman's waist, hugging her tightly, letting her feel his heat.
As the woman moaned, pieces of clothes fell to the ground. The man carried her to the bed and gently lifted all the hair around her ears with his fingers. It can be said that they were very sincere to each other. The incense in the room kept challenging their nerves, but Xie Zhaoan just pinched her chin as if to taunt her.
"Open your eyes, Lord Shen, and see clearly who I am."
Shen Xining opened her eyes, the teardrop moles at the corners of her eyes were unusually red, her eye sockets were flushed, and she was sweating all over. The indescribable stimulation was constantly stimulating her nerves. Her body had already reached its limit, and she kicked him impatiently.
"Xie Zhaoan!"
"You are not capable of this, if you are not capable of this..."
The man's lips suddenly fell, swallowing all the remaining words in her mouth into his throat.
The moon outside gradually disappeared into the clouds, as if it was ashamed to see the scene before it.
At this time, the situation next door was also in chaos.
The only difference was that the woman next door opened her eyes and held the man tightly with her fingers, as if she wanted to melt him into her bones and blood. Her face showed passion and pain from her first taste of love, as well as a smile of success.
Although the two rooms were next to each other at this time, neither side knew what kind of outcome they would face.
At this time, by the river, Yuewei held the straw hat she had just woven with grass in her hand, handed it to Haruyuki, and smiled.
"Miss Haruyuki, look at this straw hat. How about giving it to you?"
Haruyuki was still crying with his head buried in his chest, and it was obvious that he had no intention of paying any attention to Yuewei. Yuewei was not sad, but looked very optimistic instead.
"Don't cry, who knows, you might be able to laugh tomorrow morning."
"What do you mean by that!?"
Haruki's expression suddenly changed. She widened her eyes and looked at Yuewei in front of her with a look of intense scrutiny.