Nangong Lie stared at this woman who seemed not to blush at all when she lied.
His aunt had promised him with her life and dignity that her precious daughter would always remain innocent. The answer was self-evident whether he believed in his aunt or in her.
Moreover, even though he had only reached in yet, when he pressed in, he could still feel the rawness and tightness of the dense forest that had not been touched by dust.
At the same time, the panic on her face could not deceive him. It was obviously not just a panic caused by resistance, but mainly a strong panic caused by the fear of losing her body to him.
He only knew that she disliked him for being dirty, but he didn't expect that she would rather slander his reputation than commit herself to him.
What made him the most angry was not her distrust and refusal to give to him, but the fact that she kept mentioning Wen Zhengming.
Wen Zhengming, Wen Zhengming! What is so good about a person like Wen Zhengming? If Wen Zhengming could keep himself clean, maybe he would still feel that there was something worthy of her attachment to him. However, Wen Zhengming did something that many women are taboo about.
She hated it, but at the same time she was reluctant to let go of it. What else would she be if she wasn't a fool?
Yes, although Wen Zhengming has become her past, he can feel how deep the imprint Wen Zhengming left on her heart. Even though she has completely forgotten Wen Zhengming, she still remembers him with hatred.
If one day she regains her memory, if one day Wen Zhengming corrects his evil ways and turns back, is it very likely that she will return to his arms, and she will never be able to let go or expel Wen Zhengming in her heart for the rest of her life?
Nangong Lie could tolerate Zhenliang's feelings for a knight like San Ye, but he couldn't accept that she had even the slightest affection for Jiu Qingren.
Somehow, Nangong Lie suddenly felt cold in his heart, and suddenly felt that his strange feeling towards this woman named Yuchi Zhenliang seemed very ridiculous.
Maybe those feelings were wrong and were his illusions.
Perhaps, he should have the same idea as he had when he first heard about her and abandon her in his heart.
After thinking it through, Nangong Lie gave Zhenliang one last look with disdain, and got off her body with both hands and feet. He did not pick up the soaked undergarments, but directly put on other clothes that were not yet wet.
Immediately, his tall body turned his back to her sternly, and he said coldly, "I'll give you a cup of tea."
He knew that Zhenliang wanted to escape from the drainage cave, so even if he didn't want to stay with her at the moment, he couldn't leave lightly.
He believed that if he left, Zhenliang would immediately escape from the cave without caring about the feelings of him and her family.
He didn't know whether such a cruel and cold-hearted woman was born like this or because of amnesia, and he didn't want to find out anymore.
Sometimes, what you see with your own eyes and hear with your own ears is more real and effective than what you hear from hearsay.
Zhenliang stared blankly at the stalwart man with his back turned to him, and remained blank for a moment without any reaction or movement.
She knew in her heart that the huge crisis that Nangong Lie had brought to her had been resolved, but her heart became extremely strange and uncomfortable.
Although she seemed to have achieved a small victory, her victory was earned by slandering herself. Even if it was worth it, she would not feel good about it.
It is said that women are fickle, and Zhenliang feels that this cannot be generalized. For example, this man named Nangong Lie must also be fickle. Look at his lonely back now, silent, with a perfect figure but a bleak temperament. How can he be different from the man who just faced him?
The man she has a strong desire for is completely different.
He really responded to a sentence and turned around faster than flipping through a book.
Slowly getting up from the ground, Zhenliang didn't put on those torn wet clothes anymore, and only put on clothes that were only slightly wet.
When she was getting dressed, Zhenliang made her heart feel colder than her face. She never looked at Nangong Lie again, because she knew that this man already disliked her because of her innocent body. He absolutely I can't do anything like peeking at her.
However, no matter how much he disliked her, he did not let her go as she wished, but insisted on taking her into the palace as his concubine.
She naturally understood the reason. I'm afraid it had something to do with Aunt Zhen or Yuchi Feng, or it had something to do with the man's unwillingness to admit defeat. The more she wanted to stay away from him, the more he refused to give in.
Although she still couldn't get rid of the fate of entering the palace after hard work, it was a good thing for her to give up the idea of him touching her in advance.
However, after she entered the palace, she would never have thought that even though he had already developed a grudge against her, she would still not be able to escape the fate of sleeping in the dark night. This was a story for later.
After walking out of the hot spring pool, Zhenliang got on the carriage alone. This time, Nangong Lie did not ride in the same carriage with her, but rode a horse and followed behind the carriage.
There was no longer a cold man in the carriage. Zhenliang felt that there was plenty of air inside. It was very comfortable to sit here and there for a while.
Liang opened the curtains, and Zhenliang accidentally saw the handsome figure of Nangong Lie riding a horse behind the carriage, and couldn't help but curled his lips.
She knew that this man refused to ride in the carriage with her because he thought she was dirty. Humph, he didn't even look at himself in the mirror. How clean was he? If she had really had physical contact with two men, As for him, there are countless women who have had physical intimacy with him, so compared with him, she still looks much cleaner.
Knowing that Nangong Lie would not look at him, Zhenliang stuck out his tongue at him, made a face, then retracted his head back to the car, lowered the curtains, and cursed softly, "Pig!"
After leaving the hot spring town, the carriage drove onto the so-called official road. The journey was smooth, and in less than two hours, the carriage arrived at the gate of the palace.
Looking at the palace door that was completely different from the style and type in his dream, Zhenliang couldn't help but grin, and this smile happened to be caught by Nangong Lie who was riding to the car window.
Although this woman wears a veil, and although she is extremely ugly behind the veil, her smile is pure and bright, which can touch people's hearts. Even his cold and hard heart cannot resist her smile. But now, he Build a fortress around his heart to prevent himself from being moved by her because she's not worth it.
When Nangong Lie appeared in front of him, Zhenliang could see clearly that at some point, this man had put on a pure white brocade robe, which had an indescribable elegance compared to the black casual clothes. It even smells of sacrosanct purity.
Taste of purity?
Zhenliang laughed in his heart. There was nothing about this man that could be considered pure. He definitely had nothing to do with the word purity.
Especially when I thought of being kissed, pressed and touched by him in the hot spring pool, I was so angry that I couldn't help but wish I could slap him countless times on his handsome face, or use... Her hands stained with wet mud embellished his white brocade robe.
Seeing that there was no one else nearby, Zhenliang couldn't help teasing Nangong Lie in a low voice in a joking tone, "Your Majesty, your clothes are very beautiful, but they don't match you."
White clothes can set off a person's immortality and purity, but she believes that Nangong Lie cannot control it. Even if he looks immortal and pure, in fact he does not have that qualification.
But I have to admit that this is a man who does not need clothes to modify him. I am afraid that even if his clothes are ragged, he can wear a torn sack to look elegant and eye-catching.
Nangong Lie looked at Zhenliang coldly, not in the mood to argue with her about the reason why he didn't match the clothes, so he suddenly rode into the palace alone.
Seeing Nangong Lie riding the horse and disappearing soon, Zhenliang pouted, and half a day after he came back to his senses, was this man planning to leave her here to dry out as punishment, or was he going to let her go?
heart of?
Although he didn't know the details, Zhenliang's heart jumped excitedly.
Without asking any of the guards outside the carriage, or getting off the carriage, Zhenliang stuck his head out of the windows on both sides one after another and looked at everything he could see.
When she discovered that the guards were guarding the carriage in a seemingly relaxed but stern manner, Zhenliang's heart dropped, and her beautiful fantasy was shattered again.
If Nangong Lie had the intention to let her go before entering the palace, he would never leave so many people watching her.
Looking steadily at the palace door, Zhenliang couldn't help but think of that dream again - when she was extremely sad and resistant, the third master appeared on horseback and took her away.
She was not in a dream at this time. Of course, Zhenliang would not expect the third master to appear. She forced her chaotic heart to calm down and told herself to cherish this opportunity to be outside the palace and breathe more air outside the palace.
Because maybe once she enters the palace, she will never have the opportunity to leave the palace, and she will never be able to breathe the fresh air outside the palace.
Why--
Zhenliang took his head back out of the car window dejectedly, sat quietly in the car, and slowly closed his eyes.
She didn't know what trick Nangong Lie wanted to play with her, so she waited here for an hour. If the guards still didn't send her into the palace after an hour, then maybe she misunderstood Nangong Lie's meaning?
Perhaps Nangong Lie has turned these guards into blind mutes, so even if they see her getting off the carriage and leaving, they won't stop her?
Just when Zhenliang felt a little sleepy, there was the sound of horse hooves approaching not far away.
Is this a dream? Zhenliang suddenly opened his eyes and pinched his thigh hard.
It hurts! She should be awake.
The sleepiness had not dissipated, and Zhenliang felt in a trance that the sound of horse hooves in the dream and the sound of horse hooves in reality were merged together, and it was impossible to distinguish what was right and what was wrong.
So, she continued to listen attentively. Although the clear sound of horse hoofbeats was not as fast as in the dream, it was really approaching slowly.
Zhenliang immediately opened the curtain on one side and couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.
Could this dream really come true? Could it be that the man she wanted to rely on deep down in her heart regretted it?
