He is often away from the Priest's Palace and doesn't come back until midnight.
After coming back, he didn't sleep, he meditated in the temple all night long, and sometimes he even didn't leave the temple for a whole day and night.
The imperial doctor came to check his pulse and advised him to rest more, eat more and take better care of himself.
This situation has happened before, but it was when big events happened in the country.
Ever since Mu Yunhan returned to Beijing, this situation has happened more and more.
Murong was so jealous that she couldn't tolerate it.
When you are meditating, you must not disturb me.
And as far as she knew, Gu Yilan rarely touched the medicine she sent after she tasted Mu Yunhan's blood.
Therefore, my body has been really weak recently, and if I interrupt my meditation, something terrible may happen.
But Murong thought to herself, who knows whether he is really meditating or thinking about Mu Yunhan?
This is the best time to attack. If you miss this village, you won't be able to find this shop again.
She hugged Gu Yilan's head and kissed him firmly.
She pushed him down onto the cold floor of the temple, pried open his lips and teeth with her teeth and tongue, and put a pill the size of a rice grain into his mouth.
The pills quickly turned into water, and the medicinal power spread quickly throughout the body through the tip of the tongue and mouth.
The incense and pills made Murong's whole body tremble and turned into water.
She couldn't wait to untie Gu Yilan's clothes, and called him in a trembling voice: "Husband, husband... I like you and have loved you for many years. Please be nice to me, okay..."
Gu Yilan suddenly opened her eyes.
His eyes were full of anger, and he glared at Murong angrily.
Murong was so frightened that she didn't dare to move and stared at him with a pale face.
His eyes gradually became confused, and he stared at her with a frown, as if he was confirming something.
Murong vaguely guessed it, suppressed her shame and anger, and smiled slightly like Mu Yunhan: "Master Priest."
Gu Yilan stared at her, motionless and silent.
Murong didn't dare to move, she stiffened her body and pretended to look at him calmly.
After a long time, Gu Yilan sighed softly: "How could it be you?"
Murong didn't dare to speak, so she tentatively opened the collar of his clothes.
Gu Yilan closed her eyes and whispered: "I must be dreaming."
He didn't resist and allowed her to do whatever she wanted.
The strong sense of humiliation and jealousy drove Murong almost crazy. She pinched him like a revenge and deliberately hurt him.
Gu Yilan was obviously shaking in pain, but she kept her eyes closed to endure it.
The candlelight flickered, the snow-white fox fur and black robes were scattered on the ground, and the beautiful man lay quietly on the ground, shining in white.
Murong suddenly choked up and shed tears.
Why? Why? Why doesn't he love her?
She cried, the hatred and cruelty in her heart getting stronger and stronger, and her actions became more and more rough.
Gu Yilan opened her eyes uncomfortably. After seeing the tears on her face, she frowned and gently wiped them away for her. She said softly: "You don't have to feel wronged. I will do my best to always be good to you."
He took the initiative to hug her, laid her flat on the fox fur, and covered her gently.
Murong's eyes widened and her anger surged to the sky. Then the anger was extinguished. She closed her eyes and hugged Gu Yilan tightly, sinking deeply into it.
He thought he was dreaming.
Then let her think she is dreaming.
She wants an heir, an heir born from Gu Yilan, so that she can have a chance of winning and be invincible.
The statue holding the flower looked at the entangled man and woman, and his expression became more and more pitiful. (To be continued)