Li Huang

When my body touched the hard bedboard fiercely, I couldn't help but let out a low cry due to pain. Then, I looked at Shen Xiyao with horrified eyes and watched him approach me step by step without the slightest gaze. Feelings are like a sharp sword with cold light, and like a sea of ​​icy ice.

"Xie Niang, do you really like this name so much? You like it better than Ling Xuewei?" His tone was weird, not at all like the Shen Xiyao I knew.

I looked at him with fear in his eyes, and besides anger, there was a trace of pain in his eyes.

I opened my mouth to defend, but I found that he didn't want my explanation at all, and he didn't even give me a chance to speak. I saw him almost burned people in his eyes and shrank back to the corner of the wall, subconsciously feeling that the farther away from him, the safer.

But in an instant, my little luck was completely defeated. Shen Xiyao leaned forward and stretched out his hand and dragged me in front of him. I found desperately that no matter how I escaped, it was within his reach.

Shen Xiyao lifted my veil. This veil was never taken off after entering the dressing bureau. Therefore, no matter the cold wind in winter or the sand in spring, the scorching sun in summer or the strong wind in autumn, the face underneath has never been blown. In addition, I suffered all the ups and downs, tasted all the suffering, and almost died. At this time, this face must be pale and haggard. I have quietly looked at this face in the mirror carefully, and the glamorous face of the past is left with a sloppy skinny and pale complexion, and the once-deep and charming autumn water pupils, there is only a hollow inside , There is not the slightest glamour.

At this moment, these eyes were helplessly wide open, and there was only panic in them.

Shen Xiyao stared at my face, frowned and looked for a long time, with emotions in his eyes.

My heart sank a little bit. What he likes is Ling Xuewei, who is unparalleled and graceful, rather than Xie Niang, who walks a few times in the gate of a ghost, who is not like a human or a ghost.

I called out timidly: "The emperor."

That sound called him back from his trance, and he glared at me, his hands gripping my shoulders getting tighter.

"Xie Niang! Are you more willing to be a rural village woman and your Xie Niang?" He shook me vigorously. I only felt like a tattered doll and a flag in the wind, unable to resist.

His anger grew stronger and he could burn me to ashes in an instant.

"The emperor, I..." I looked at Shen Xiyao's distorted face at a loss, and listened to him asking every word: "Or, in your heart, only Xie Lang?"

I looked horrified. Xie Lang, is he referring to Xi He?

I shook my head, struggling to break free from him, and stepped back in his approaching figure until there was no way out, watching his shadow cover all the light in front of me.

With a "hiss", my skirt was torn by him. He pulled my hands tightly guarding my chest with one hand over his head, and took off my clothes in twos or twos with the other.

At this time, my unworn body was just exposed in front of his eyes. I just feel ashamed to the extreme, I can't wait to find a place to sew in.

This is the huge humiliation that I did not feel even on the grass outside Huangjia Village.

Shen Xiyao's eyes were full of anger and desire, which scared me.

"The emperor, don't..." I almost begged, tears falling.

Shen Xiyao ignored my despair. His heavy body was pressed down, and I only felt a sharp pain in the lower body, followed by a burst of tearing pain, his hands were walking heavily on my body, without any gentleness. His kiss almost brought a bite, causing my body to tremble and gradually cool down.

Even the most noble dragon bed is still hard.

In the misty tears, I seemed to see Ling Xuewei lying here back then, sleeping peacefully with Shen Xiyao's solid arms. She has so many privileges and graces, she can ignore the ancestral system, ignore the favor, and not know the world. At that time, she was unrivaledly gorgeous, elegant and dignified, and her export was a chapter. Raising hands is an ancient song that shocks the heavens and humans, and turning around is the smart dance of the heavens. She has a noble background that no one can ignore, and she has a breathtaking smile that makes the king intoxicated and unable to extricate herself. At that time, Shen Xiyao, his warm embrace, lingering love words, and pulsed gaze were nothing but unusual in her eyes.

At this time, in the same place, things are nothing but wrongs.

With each movement of Shen Xiyao, the pain gradually deepened, getting stronger and stronger, too strong to bear. I began to tremble, and I began to feel the pain in my body that made me want to scream. I could no longer see Shen Xiyao's face. I only felt countless midges flying in front of my eyes, and Shen Xiyao's heavy breathing became farther and farther away.

Then, the pain disappeared, the burning sensation in the lower body disappeared, and I suddenly felt relieved and fell into the darkness.

The torment of cold and hot when he was in a cold and coma hits again, but this time there are no two very different roads, no straw for life. I seemed to be trapped in a huge whirlpool, with only pitch black left around.

I don't know how long it took, but I opened my eyes, my body was weak, and my throat was dry.

Struggling to get up, the surroundings were quiet, Shen Xiyao did not know where he was, and there was no one in the huge bedroom. I was covered with a quilt with a golden silk border with purple bat and longevity. Looking at the body again, I don't know who was wearing a Yuebaiyun silk brocade and filigree lotus nightgown. The brocade robe is smooth, soft as water, and the tentacles are cold. I don't like it slippery and cold.

The room was dark and cold, and I wondered, Shen Xiyao's bedroom was as comfortable as spring in all seasons, and the lighting was also excellent. Why did it lose the temperature and light at this time?

I still feel cold after putting the brocade on my body. The court ladies' clothes on the ground that were almost crazily torn apart by Shen Xiyao were gone, clean, all of which made me feel like a dream.

There was a tea cup under the window, and the light inside flickered. I was so thirsty, my feet fell on the cotton and I felt dizzy when I got up, and then a strong headache hit.

I sighed, it seemed that the wind chill was coming again.

Barefoot, took the cold tea and walked to the door. Across the passiflora, everything went well, and outside was the place where Shen Xiyao reviewed memorials daily. There was no one at this time, only a little candle was quietly burning on the vertical blue and white candlestick on the wall.

The brightness warmed the bottom of my heart. I pushed the door to fetch the candle. I pressed my hand hard, and I heard a "clap" sound. The door just opened a small slit and could not be opened again. Looking closely, a golden lock closed the place from the outside.

I was shocked secretly, Shen Xiyao's move was tantamount to imprisoning me in this exquisite cage. Or, I looked at the shocking bruises all over my body, maybe he hasn't planned to deal with me, and what is waiting for me may be heavy punishment.

Sitting on the couch in front of the window, the couch is soft and soft and very comfortable. I curled up against the wall, and when I looked up, I saw the sky full of stars. There was cool air coming in, and I breathed in, my heart gradually calmed down, if this is the last time, then enjoy the beauty. However, there was a "grunt" sound from my stomach, destroying the beautiful artistic conception. I laughed at myself, it would be perfect if I could eat a little bit.

The stars outside the window are like dazzling gems, emitting a gentle light on a sky like black silk satin. I can't help but become drunk when I look at it, forgetting where I am at the moment.

This is how the time of Huangjiacun came to my mind. There is also a starry sky comparable to this time, even better because of peace and tranquility.

I remembered that many nights, Xihe and I sat in front of the door and talked casually by the running water.

I will talk about the life in the boudoir, the women’s appreciation of cherry blossoms, embroidering and playing the piano, learning etiquette, each has many interesting things, and my good friends, because of my father’s snow store, I only have Wu Wei who I met in the temple during the time , And the two friends of Lu Youjia, the daughter of Lu Shifan, Governor of Liangjiang.

Unfortunately, the Wu family wanted to commit a crime. Wu Wei conspired to murder Shen Xiyao in the palace, and her family was punishable.

And Lu You'ao, before I entered the palace, married the second son of Old Lord Zhongyi, the fourth-rank deputy Xiaoqi led Zhao Yuanrong, and then he went to Wudi with Zhao Yuanrong.