Third Master, who believed that he could read people's hearts, didn't realize that this was a trap set by Zhenliang. He just thought that what she said was stupid, and he said unconvinced, "How did you know it was impossible?"
Zhenliang withdrew her eyes from staring at him, and said in a cold tone, "Even if the third master had a little real thought for me, he would not refuse my not-so-demanding request that day. I know that I don't have the ability to compete with other normal people."
Compared with other women, not only is she ugly, but she is also the emperor’s woman, and you neither look down on nor dare to fall in love with her. I also know that the intimate actions you have towards me are all due to the charm medicine. I don’t know today.
Is there any charm medicine left in your body?"
An San's black eyes narrowed slightly, staring closely into Zhenliang's beautiful eyes that were smiling but the smile didn't reach her eyes. He secretly sighed that this woman really held a grudge. Not only did she keep in mind what he had done and said, but she also dug up
After waiting for him to jump into the pit, he began to sarcastically mock him. No wonder the men all said that women are the ones who should not be offended the most in the world.
Suddenly, An San sat sideways on the edge of the bed, tilted his scarred face towards Zhenliang's face, and said, "Would you like to take a whiff, is there any charm medicine left?"
Zhenliang tried her best to hide her face back to avoid getting too close to his face, not because she was afraid of facing his ferocious scarred face, but because his medicinal-scented breath could make her feel uneasy and make her face flush.
At the same time, she gritted her teeth and pretended to be cold and said, "I am no longer alone, so whether there is any remaining charm medicine in you has nothing to do with me. I hope you are aware of yourself."
An San held the back of Zhenliang's head with one hand and pushed his face close to her mask, "You mean, I dare not touch the emperor's women?"
Zhenliang snorted coldly, "I didn't say these words, you said them yourself."
An San said with an evil look on his face, "I never said that. I seem to have only said that I don't dare to snatch the emperor's women, but I never said that I don't dare to touch them. If you don't believe me, can you recall it?"
This shameless man!
Zhenliang raised his heavy arms, hugged An San's head, and pushed it out hard. While pushing, he said with a look of disgust, "You coward, you have no right to touch me!"
An San stretched out his two hands and covered Zhenliang's hand tightly, making her hands unable to leave once they stuck to his head. "You mean, only the emperor has the right to touch you?"
Thinking of the abominable Nangong Lie who refused to let him out of the palace, Zhenliang said without thinking deeply, "He is even less qualified!"
An San's thick eyebrows narrowed, "You have slept with me many times, how can he be considered ineligible?"
"I said I'm not qualified, so I'm not qualified!" Suddenly, Zhenliang raised his lips and said, "If I tell you something about my private affairs with the emperor, you won't reveal it to him, right?"
"Of course not." An San said firmly, "We are obviously friends, but in fact we are enemies."
Without doubting the deception, Zhenliang smiled convincingly and said, "In comparison, the emperor is less qualified to touch me than you. Therefore, there is no way that I will be touched by him."
Maybe she was blinded by the scarred man's kiss and touch, but at least in her eyes, he was a clean man with no wife or concubines, so even at this moment, she was full of love for him.
Disappointed, angry and accused, I still feel that he is much better than Nangong Lie.
An San showed a puzzled look in his eyes, "From your tone, it seems that although you entered the palace as a concubine, you have always kept yourself clean and never been touched by others? Is the person sleeping with you a ghost?"
"Ahem..." This man actually called Yinye a ghost. Zhenliang coughed dryly and simply shut up. No matter how much she revealed the matter between her and Nangong Lie, she would not tell Yinye that he was her substitute.
Secret three, just in case something goes wrong.
After thinking about it, he still stood up for Yinye, so Zhenliang cursed, "You are the ghost."
Seemingly unable to get the correct answer, An San was very unwilling and deliberately pressed his face close to her mask, saying, "If this is really the case, I guess that although the emperor has a full harem, he is actually a useless person, right?
"
What answer did this man guess? He couldn't guess the rhythm at all.
Zhenliang looked at An San's rather gloating expression and sneered, "Why don't you guess that he doesn't bother to touch me because I'm too ugly?"
An San shook his head with dark eyes, "If he despises you for being ugly, he will not agree to accept you as his concubine. If he despises you for being ugly, he will not let you sleep with him every night. If he does not have the ability to conquer you,
You are no longer his concubine now."
The man's face was close to her mask, and Zhenliang could clearly feel the outline and texture of the three scars. However, the strange thing was that she didn't feel disgusted, but instead felt that the blood spewed out of his mouth
The scent of medicine made her feel more and more dizzy and addicted, as if there was indeed a magic medicine deep inside his body that had not been completely resolved, and it was miraculously transitioning into her body.
Fortunately, Zhenliang's head was far more awake than dizzy.
She felt more and more that An San was unfathomable. For example, his attitude towards Nangong Lie was very strange. At one moment he said that he did not dare to compete with him for women, at another moment he said they had a hostile relationship with him, and at the next moment he actually praised him.
Now that I'm thinking of him, how complicated is his attitude towards Nangong Lie?
Thinking about this kind of problem gave Ma Ryo a headache, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
No matter who he is, no matter what he thinks of her, anyway, he is not the one who can take her far away, so she does not need to be too serious with him.
The whole person's thoughts arose again. Zhenliang endured the discomfort of being face to face with him, endured the ambiguous distance of a punch between his thin lips, and boldly looked straight into the depths of his eyes.
, while saying word by word, "Third Master, you are wrong, very wrong. Although the emperor is not a useless person, he actually does not have much ability. He, like you, is a complete fool!
Big fool!"
She said that Nangong Lie was stupid not only because he could come up with that weird way of sleeping with her, but also because he had slept with her so many times and he didn't even know that she was just using a stand-in.
She said that he was a fool because he was timid and fearful. Once he gave up on her, he would never have the chance to have her again.
To An San's ears, Zhenliang's last two shouts of "big fool" were like mocking Nangong Lie being placed on him, which was particularly harsh and shocking.
Released the big palms covering Zhenliang's hands, An San stepped back slightly, changing his face to face with Zhenliang, staring into the woman's arrogant and complacent eyes with a pair of dark and deep eyes without blinking.
There was no real anger, let alone irritation. He just felt it was funny, and his soul seemed to be sucked away by those clear and shining eyes like stars, so that he couldn't move for a while.
The woman's fragrance floated into his nostrils, the fragrance was pure and charming, without any other filth. Even though he had never been close to another woman, he could affirm without hesitation that this was the so-called Hina.
The fragrance of son.
An San couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions in his heart, including joy, doubts and regrets.
If he had promised to take her away that night, or promised to marry her, or even completely turn her into his woman, then even if they could not see each other day and night, their relationship today would definitely not be what it is now.
Will she smile sincerely to him, and will he like her more and more?
There is no such assumption, because if he was asked to choose again, he would still choose to reluctantly reject her.
Zhenliang felt that she had won this pointless speculation and argument. Seeing An San's speechless expression, she felt very comfortable, as if she had really taken revenge!
After finally closing the distance between their two faces, Zhenliang was about to leave him and get out of bed. Ansan seemed to be aware of her thoughts, and his tall upper body suddenly leaned forward, and instantly kissed her delicate lips.
Calling it a kiss actually elevated him. The first thing that touched Zhenliang's lips was not his thin lips, but his teeth.
For a moment, she felt really cold and blushed to the root of her neck. This man actually kissed her forcefully again! Since he didn't dare to compete with Nangong Lie for a woman, why did he still treat Nangong Lie so frivolously after she became Nangong Lie's concubine?
Woman? Could this be a disguised expression of his anger towards Nangong Lie?
The feeling of teeth pressing against lips was too painful. Zhenliang moved his hands down and placed them on his broad shoulders, preparing to push hard, but the vicious force on the man's teeth slowly withdrew.
His teeth slowly receded, and his warm soft lips wrapped hers tenderly. After wrapping them tightly, he seemed to be deeply intoxicated by the entangled taste, and did not move for a long time without any other movement.
Zhenliang clearly felt as if something bright exploded in his head. Although he was just sucking his lips quietly, his heartbeat was constantly accelerating, and his whole body began to become soft, as if he was again
She was so intoxicated that it was difficult to move, and her unsatisfactory body unconsciously fell into his arms, and her eyes were blurred and wanted to close, tightly...
At some point, An San had already pulled away from his soft lips, and was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the red lips that were covered by him that made her look even more coquettish, and said in a deep voice, "No matter how you look down on me, no matter how much you look down on me,
Hate me, hate me, but I don’t know if it’s worth your happiness. My first kiss is for you.”
Regarding this, Zhenliang always believed in it. Liangliang smiled and said, "If you believe it, my first kiss was taken away by you."
She didn't know whether the former Yuchi Zhenliang had given her first kiss to Wen Zhengming. She only knew that when she became Yuchi Zhenliang, the first person to kiss her was this man named An San.
Hearing this, An San looked at her with darker eyes and affirmed, "Of course I believe it."
This man's sincere tone and eyes could easily make Zhenliang misunderstand that he deeply liked her and cared about her.
In an instant, Zhenliang's dissatisfaction and resentment towards men rose again. What qualifications does a man who gave up on her because of fear of imperial power have to talk to her about her first kiss?
