She didn't know how many times she beat him, but when he couldn't hold on any longer, she finally let him go.
Blood soaked his robe, but his robe was dark, so no matter how much blood there was, it couldn't be seen through.
Someone came over and took off his tattered clothes. The young woman held a bottle of medicine in her hand, opened the bottle cap, and white flour spilled onto the man's back.
A heartbreaking sting stimulated his nerves, and he groaned uncontrollably, and he woke up again.
After a while, the wound on my back no longer hurt so much.
A set of clean clothes was placed next to him, just like the robes he often wore. With a "boom", the stone door was opened, and then closed again. The place filled with pain and the smell of blood suddenly only
He was left alone.
He struggled to get up, took the clothes beside him, and slowly put them on.
I don't know how long it took before his body regained its strength.
When he opened the stone door and was about to go out, a maid came over and said: "The palace master asked his subordinates to come down and inform the young master. As long as the goal is achieved as soon as possible, the young master will be free from this inhuman pain."
"I understand." He covered his lips and a cough escaped from his fingertips.
It was already dark when he returned to Prince Pingyang's Mansion. From a distance, he saw Mo Youran waiting in front of the door. Yin Wuchou's eyes froze slightly, and he walked over and asked, "Why are you here?"
"If you don't come back, I'll wait here." She naturally knew what he was doing today.
"Oh." The man's eyes wandered around, trying to find that familiar figure, but there was nothing except the cold wind.
He entered the mansion, but ignored Mo Youran who was following him, and entered Jinxin Pavilion alone.
Since she got married, she has lived in his main palace, Qingxin Palace, and he has always lived here day and night. There is someone in her heart, and he never knew it, but he, Yin Wuchou, would never force a woman.
But the moment he saw Mo Youran at the door, he was so eager to see her... That desire was very strong, stronger than ever before...
After entering Jinxin Pavilion, he gently raised his head and leaned on the back of the chair, taking a nap, but he didn't expect someone to knock on the door outside.
"Come in." He didn't raise his eyes, just thinking it was a servant coming in. When he smelled the familiar smell of medicine, he remembered that he was not in the palace all day, and he started drinking medicine at this time.
The woman walked in with a calm expression, held a medicine bowl, stood in front of him, and said lightly: "Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine."
Yin Wuchou stared at her for a while, then turned back to stare at the bowl of concoction. Maybe he was in poor health and his mood was particularly unstable. There was a blockage in his heart, so he stood up and waved her away.
The medicine bowl he was holding fell to the ground. He grabbed her wrist tightly and said with a wry smile: "I am your husband, right?" But why even so, he couldn't see him in her eyes?
figure, why!
Mo Yiran looked at him, pursed his lips slightly and said nothing.
He is her honorary husband, there is no doubt about it.
He turned a corner and came to her, staring at her fiercely, with a blazing light burning in his eyes.
He reached out and took down the wooden hairpin holding her hair, and her hair was covered with black hair. He reached out and held a lock of black hair in his hand, and continued to grasp her beautiful wrist with his other hand. He said: "
Since I am your husband, shouldn’t Yongle do what a wife should do?”
Mo Yiran still didn't speak, she just looked at him with cold eyes. She had a belief in her heart that... Yin Wuchou would not touch her.
But it was such a cold look that completely ignited Yin Wuchou's inner anger.
He grabbed her shoulders with both hands and pushed her down on the desk beside him. The books piled on top fell down with a crackle, and the woman's back pressed against the edge of the table, causing her to groan in pain.
Yin Wucai ignored everything else, and raindrop-like kisses fell on her face and lips, then moved to her collarbone, all the way down...
The woman was unable to struggle under him, she could only hold onto his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, revealing a trace of nail marks...
She vaguely remembered that he held an umbrella for her once during the heavy rain; she also remembered that in order to preserve her reputation, he did not hesitate to kill hundreds of guards...
It wasn't until a cool feeling hit her chest that she suddenly realized. She put her hands on his chest, trying to open the distance between them, but his kisses still fell on her body like raindrops...
She pursed her lips and closed her eyes gently. Finally, she said, "Yin Wuchou, I'm pregnant."
Yin Wuchou, I'm pregnant.
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard, as if something was broken in his heart, so completely.
His body suddenly shook, and nothing could go on anymore. The emotions in his eyes instantly tightened, and his pupils were ashen, and it seemed that they would never be able to rekindle again.
At night, the north wind outside the door is still howling, beating on the branches, bringing a cold feeling of despair.
He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was feeling at this moment. He raised his hand and gently rubbed his fingertips on her beautiful white cheeks, then stroked her full lips, then to her watery eyes, her
The eyebrows have not been carefully sculpted, but they are very standard eyebrows. Although they are a bit thick, they do not affect her beauty at all. It seems that the most beautiful face should be matched with such pure eyebrows.
He leaned over and kissed her eyebrows. Finally, he slowly raised his head, gathered her clothes, and then let go of her body.
She said, "Thank you." After saying that, she walked past him and walked out the door.
The man stood there motionless, his lips murmuring, and he didn't say any more words until she left.
Mo still didn't look back, opened the door directly, walked out, and closed the door again.
She reached out and touched her unswelled belly, where a child was being gestated. This was the most fundamental reason for her to live.
She slightly curled her lips, facing the cold night.
There was a "bang" sound, as if something fell.
She quickly turned around and pushed the door open, and saw Yin Wuchou lying unconscious on the ground. She looked carefully at the cold floor. There was blood on it, which came from his body.
She helped him up, and the hand holding his back was wet. Only then did Mo Yiran realize that the blood was coming from his back. She quickly took off his clothes and took a breath of air. There were wounds all over them.
All the wounds had been treated hastily. After his violent reaction just now, these wounds were torn open, and large streams of blood were flowing out from those wounds, dyeing his clothes red.