"Princess, it's been a long time since you sent ten concubines to attend your bed." The housekeeper stood in front of Zi Yingluo tremblingly, with a cautious look on his face.
Sleeping with you? Zi Yingluo frowned slightly. For so long, she was most sensitive to the word 'sleeping with sleeping'.
"I don't need it," Zi Yingluo said coldly.
"Princess, this, this is the queen's wish. It has been a long time since the princess asked the queen to sleep with her."
"Bang" Zi Yingluo slammed the book in her hand onto the desk. She didn't say anything, just looked at the housekeeper coldly. What she didn't like the most was to be coerced by others, and she didn't like the person she raised to be someone else's spy.
Own.
The housekeeper lowered her eyes and her body was shaking. She didn't understand that the princess used to go to the princes every day, but now she not only doesn't set foot in the backyard, she doesn't even go to the brothel, and her eyes are like sharp swords.
Same, chilling.
"Princess, princess..."
"Feel free to call Mr. Pian to come over." Zi Yingluo said coldly. She was a princess after all, so she had to show off no matter what.
Soon, there was a knock on the door, followed by the trembling voice of the housekeeper: "Princess, Lord Meng has arrived."
"Come in" Zi Yingluo shouted impatiently.
"Princess".
Zi Yingluo was startled by the cold and emotionless voice. She raised her eyes. Under the swaying candlelight, the man was dressed in green clothes, tied casually. The man just stood like this, looking cold and aloof.
"What's your name?" Zi Yingluo had a smile in her eyes, held her chin with one hand, and looked at the man not far away with raised eyebrows.
"Back to the princess, my slave name is Meng Han." He never called himself 'concubine' in front of Zi Yingluo. He just regarded himself as a slave. Even if he couldn't have three wives and four concubines, he still hoped that his wife would be the one he really liked.
Rather than a clueless nymphomaniac like Zi Yingluo.
Meng Han? Zi Yingluo lowered her head and flipped through the book in front of her. Meng Han was the fourth prince of the monarch of Southern Chu. Southern Chu was originally a country where men were superior to women, and Meng Han was born to the palace servant. He was the least popular, so he was
The king of Southern Chu gave it to the queen in the name of marriage, and the queen gave it to Zi Yingluo.
Zi Yingluo looked at Meng Han thoughtfully. He was originally a prince of a male-dominated country, but he instantly became the side prince of a female-dominated princess. She asked him to abandon all dignity and abandon the idea of a male-dominated country.
He lowered himself to serve 'Zi Yingluo', and a man as proud as him would definitely not give in easily. With Zi Yingluo's temperament, Meng Han must have suffered a lot. It was really difficult for him.
Zi Yingluo walked up to Meng Han, gently took his hand, and stared into his eyes, "You have suffered a lot."
Hearing this, Meng Han shook off Zi Yingluo's hand and took a step back. She seemed respectful, but there was deep disdain between her eyebrows. Didn't this woman torture herself enough?
Seeing Meng Han's resistance, Zi Yingluo didn't care. She didn't want anyone to sleep with her. Zi Yingluo returned to her seat and sat up, picked up the book and read, and then said: "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."
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Meng Han frowned slightly, disgust flashed in his eyes. Without looking at Zi Yingluo, he reluctantly took off his clothes and lay on the bed. He closed his eyes tightly and kept comforting himself in his heart, it's okay, it's okay.
Yes, the patience is over. Ever since he came to this Snow Wing Country and married this princess, his dignity has long been gone. He just used this broken body to let his mother live a good life.
In the front, Zi Yingluo sighed in her heart. She knew that Meng Han had not covered himself with a quilt, probably because he was used to being oppressed by 'Zi Yingluo' before. Zi Yingluo waved her fingers lightly, and a breeze blew up, and the folded quilt
Then it covered Meng Han.
At this time, Meng Han's heart was shaking to the point of trembling in his throat. He didn't know how Zi Yingluo would torture him tonight, and he didn't know if he would still be able to see the sun tomorrow.
Meng Han kept thinking about the battle between heaven and man, and finally fell asleep at ten o'clock in the middle of the night. Zi Yingluo turned around and saw that one of Meng Han's arms was hanging down, and it was covered with shocking scars. This must be the work of 'Zi Yingluo'
.
Zi Yingluo walked over slowly and lifted up the quilt. Even though she had a lot of supervisors, she couldn't help but be shocked. The skin on her whole body was not intact at all. It was densely packed. This scene moved Zi Yingluo. She didn't understand what made this
The man held on for so long.
Zi Yingluo slowly squatted beside the bed, gently holding Meng Han's fingers, while continuously conveying the witch's unique spiritual power to heal his scars, while spying on his thoughts and accompanying him through his experiences.
Pain, his joy and sorrow.
next day
Meng Han opened his eyes, looked at the sunlight that was scattered in, and smiled slightly. This was the most peaceful night he had slept in so long. He lowered his head, and as if he had thought of something, he suddenly opened the quilt. Miraculously, he
The scars on his body had completely disappeared, and there was still a faint warmth flowing around in his body. His body seemed to be full of strength. He knew that the martial arts that Zi Yingluo had abolished was back.
Thinking of this, Meng Han's eyes burst out with a fierce light, he would definitely kill Zi Yingluo.
Meng Han stood up, moved his hand, and found that his hand was tightly held by something. Looking along the line of sight, he couldn't help but be startled. Zi Yingluo's slender hand was holding his hand tightly, and she was lying on the ground slumped.
On the ground, he looked like he was extremely tired.
Meng Han suddenly shook his hand, trying to break away from Zi Yingluo's hand. Unexpectedly, not only could he not break free, but he was also torn off, and his body was pressed tightly against the body of the person beneath him.
Meng Han twitched his hand fiercely, and found that he could not move at all, and was held tightly by the woman. Meng Han began to look at Zi Yingluo under his feet. Her body was particularly cold, and Bai Xi's small face was tightly
The ground was wrinkled together, as if he had had a nightmare, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. Indifferently, Meng Han's heart was severely touched. It turned out that this was someone who was holding tightly and not letting go.
Feel it?
But, why this person?
Meng Han's heart was full of questions, why she didn't torture herself, why she held him like this, like holding something she cherished, why all the scars on her body healed overnight, why her martial arts
It will be lost and found again.
"Don't bully Meng Han, don't... you will drown him... don't..."
The sudden sound broke Meng Han's meditation. He looked at the woman below him in shock. It was incredible that she knew what happened to him when he was a child, but she still looked so distressed.
"Meng Han, your mother will be fine, don't worry..." Scenes of Meng Han's past appeared in Zi Yingluo's mind, which moved her, made her feel distressed, and also made her admire her.
A child is so strong to be able to grow up in such adversity.
Hot tears fell on Meng Han's hands, and also fell on his heart. At this time, he was even more confused.
Zi Yingluo opened her eyes instantly, and Meng Han's tangled pain fell into her eyes. "Meng Han" Zi Yingluo stood up suddenly and hugged Meng Han with her hands.
"Princess..." Meng Han didn't know how to respond to the sudden change, so he just let Zi Yingluo hold her blankly.
As if aware of her own gaffe, Zi Yingluo suppressed the emotion in her eyes and shook her head in annoyance. When did she learn to be sentimental and sympathetic to others?
Zi Yingluo helped Meng Han up, and kept the distance between the two of them calmly. Her face was calmer than before, without any emotional fluctuations. Looking at the empty space in her arms, Meng Han suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if he was missing something.
What does it look like.
"Your injuries have healed and your martial arts have recovered. If you want to return to Nanchu, I will not stop you. After all, there is a mother you love there."
Meng Han raised his eyes and looked at Zi Yingluo. Did she really save him? But how could she have this ability?
Zi Yingluo knew Meng Han's question, but she didn't intend to answer it for him. She looked at Meng Han and said coldly: "You can go out."
Meng Han came back to his senses, with complicated emotions surging in his beautiful eyes, "You can actually save me, so please save Li Yuan too. You broke his legs too."
Seeing Meng Han taking it for granted, Zi Yingluo felt angry for a while, annoyed with herself for being so meddlesome. She glanced at Meng Han, and Zi Yingluo said lazily: "If you want to save yourself, save yourself."
Hearing this, Meng Han's eyes flashed with disappointment. He was so stupid that he asked her to save Li Yuan. Haven't you had enough of her ruthlessness in the past few days?
"Humph, you are still as cold-blooded as ever."
Hearing this, Zi Yingluo felt angry in her heart. She had really eaten enough to support him before she could save him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Zi Yingluo shouted out: "Damn Meng Han, white-eyed wolf, I have consumed so much
I have so much spiritual power to save you, but you don’t dare to let it go, but you still behave like...cough...cough..."
As Zi Yingluo spoke, she vomited out blood, which was extremely dazzling. At this time, Meng Han was completely stunned. He was stunned by her words about old lady, that spiritual power, that white-eyed wolf, and, listen.
He actually found her words heartwarming.
It wasn't until Zi Yingluo was lying at his feet that he realized what she was doing and hurriedly went to call the imperial doctor.