I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

Meng Ying held Bai Zhi's hand tightly. He carefully inspected Bai Zhi's knuckles. The skin and flesh were intact. He pinched each knuckle hard, which made Bai Zhi cry in pain.

He had seen countless injuries like this, it was like torture with his fingers. The skin and flesh are healed, but the injuries left in the bones will take years to heal bit by bit, and serious ones will never heal.

Meng Ying's mind was buzzing, and an extremely rare feeling of frustration swept through his brain. He didn't know what he was doing, letting her be caught, letting her suffer cruel punishment, and more importantly, he knew now .

How could he know it now? How could he?

Meng Ying's heart felt like he was being beaten repeatedly. The pain was so shocking that he felt like he couldn't breathe. He didn't realize that he was squeezing the soft hands tighter and tighter.

Bai Zhi felt that her hand was going to be pinched off. She had always been accustomed to this kind of faint pain before, and she carefully avoided the painful way of exerting force in everything she did. Now that Meng Ying had exposed it, the horrible memories came again. It flooded into my mind, and it hurt even more for a moment.

She withdrew her hand while Meng Ying was stunned. If this suffering was caused by her being Meng Ying's princess, even if Bai Zhi understood Meng Ying's position and knew his hardship, she would inevitably have a trace of resentment. .

And when she had gone through all kinds of hardships to escape from death, she did not ask Meng Ying to give her a promise of love, but only hoped to get a little comfort from him, but Meng Ying was cold, distant, and avoided seeing him.

Even though she was seriously injured, the change in attitude still made Bai Zhi feel the heartache.

She continued to strum the strings in her hand with anger and resentment. This time she did not avoid the pain, but chose a self-abuse method to vent her anger.

The clang of the piano sounded noisily in Meng Ying's ears, and every sound seemed to accuse him of incompetence.

Emotions came over her, and Meng Ying slapped the guqin hard with her palm. A crack instantly appeared on the guqin.

"No more playing!" Meng Ying shouted in a deep voice.

Bai Zhi had never heard him speak so loudly before, and there was such a loud bang, which made Bai Zhi's ears ring. Before she could even react, tears fell down.

The air was stagnant for a while before Bai Zhi hurriedly moved away from Meng Ying. She stood up, but her mind was still blank. She opened her mouth and said something that didn't cross her mind, "If you don't want to play, you won't play. What are you yelling about?" !”

Bai Zhi was really frightened. She stomped her feet with tears streaming down her face, "You broke my piano, please fix it for me! Fix it for me!"

Meng Ying didn't react until Bai Zhi cried and jumped. He looked at his palms, which were red from being played by the strings. Regret came to his heart, which made his hands start to tremble slightly. He stood up and wanted to put his arms around Bai Zhi. .

Bai Zhi dodged away, the great grievance quickly occupied her heart, her lips trembled and she said: "Meng Ying, I hate you!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the door and wanted to leave the room without looking back. Meng Ying was left alone, at a loss.

Bai Zhi pulled out the door bolt and was about to rush out. The door just opened a crack, but was held down by Meng Ying's bony hands.

He circled Bai Zhi from behind and pressed the door bolt tightly, "Zhi'er..."

His tall body pressed against him from behind, carrying pressure and heaviness that Bai Zhi could not dispel.

He said sorry in her ear again, and she was tired of hearing it.

Bai Zhi turned around between Meng Ying's body and the door. The space was small, and their hot and rapid breathing intertwined, like invisible shackles entangled with each other, making it difficult to break free.

Bai Zhi stretched out her hand to push Meng Ying away. This time she avoided the injury on his chest and only dared to push on his lower abdomen. "Meng Ying, I hate your hot and cold temper. You always apologize, but what's the use of apologizing? You Do you know that I am working hard! I have been working hard to love you!"

Under the dim light, Meng Ying stared at Bai Zhigang, who had just shed tears, and her eyes were bright and serious, with a bit of pleading, a bit of questioning, and a bit of determination, which made people a little breathless.

Meng Ying's breathing became heavier and heavier. What should he do? What should he do?

It's not that he doesn't have an idea, or that he has already made up his mind. He thought about how to make Bai Zhi give up every night.

When he was alone, he thought very carefully. He thought that as long as he didn't touch her, she would gradually fade away, and she would find it boring and leave on her own.

So he forced himself not to see her, even though it would bring her temporary pain, but he thought this little pain was nothing compared to the rest of his life.

He also thought about cutting the knot with a quick knife and telling Bai Zhi directly to let her leave. Although this is the simplest and fastest solution, Meng Ying cannot do it.

As long as he is close to Bai Zhi, the softness in his heart will quickly restrain all his reason. He just wants to be good to her, care for her tenderly, and love her with all his strength.

Suddenly, he chose to give up his love in order to love her.

The sudden heat is because I love her and can't control myself.

He didn't know that such indecision would make Bai Zhi suffer, but sometimes, in the hidden corner of Meng Ying's heart, she could feel a little pleasure in the tearing of sourness and pain.

Meng Ying felt that she could not be called a human being, at best she could only be regarded as a beast!

His rational hope is to let Bai Zhi leave and live a life she can choose. But deep down in his heart, he didn't hope that Bai Zhi could love him and remember him forever.

Although Bai Zhi's memory of him will gradually fade with the passage of time, he still hopes that the imprint he has engraved on her mind will be deeper and heavier.

He hopes that Bai Zhi will think of him when she tastes good wine and delicacies in the future, and will think of him when she sees the moon. He hopes that Bai Zhi will think of him when the spring breeze blows, the cicadas chirp in summer, the leaves fall in autumn, and the snow falls in winter.

This paranoia and madness hidden in her heart gave Meng Ying a secret pleasure in this painful world.

Although he was subject to moral criticism in his heart, he still couldn't control his crazy love. When facing Bai Zhi, this selfish him had nowhere to hide!

Just like now, he still couldn't help but raise his hand, wiped away Bai Zhi's tears, softly called her name in her ear, his lips fell on her earlobes, cheeks, and neck, and his breath rolled over her forehead and eyelashes, Finally it fell to her lips, biting and licking gently.

Bai Zhi was completely unaware of the trap, and fell into his passionate kiss with a fuzzy mind.

She also understood that if some problems were not resolved, it would be difficult for the two of them to move forward, but lust and love were extremely gnawing, consuming her sobriety.

Bai Zhi didn't know how she was coaxed by Meng Ying. She only remembered that Meng Ying held her in his arms, and his slender fingers with distinct joints were gently playing with the tattered guqin.

Meng Ying's very seductive and gentle voice was in her ears, "Zhi'er doesn't have to learn these things. Did you know that this is not the first time that Wei Haolan has taught people to play the piano? Zhuo Qingsong's mother loves music, and she has been regarded as a candidate for marriage since she was a child. He became a chess piece of the Zhuo family, studied piano skills for more than ten years, and finally married Zhuo Qingsong with all his efforts."

"But no matter how good the piano music is, you will get tired of it after listening to it for decades. Wei Haolan has had nothing in his life except playing the piano and playing the piano for Zhuo Qingsong since he was a child. When Zhuo Qingsong got tired of listening to her piano music, he stopped listening to her music. After that, she became confused because she lost her goal, so she had to force her daughter to practice the piano all day long. Later, Zhuo Qingsong became more powerful and more and more people were fawning over her, so she became more energetic and used the piano to make friends all day long. Perhaps it was only others who loved her Only the praise can bring some comfort to her life..."

"She is a poor person who is controlled. She is empty and poor. You are not, Zhi'er. You are free. You don't have to please her for Sa Lan. Sa Lan feels sorry for you."

Meng Ying's words always have magic power, and she can convince people easily. Bai Zhi was actually convinced again!

She suddenly remembered that Zhuo Yao went to the north so obediently. Could it be that this was also under Meng Ying's control? Did he deliberately say something so unpleasant that night to irritate Zhuo Yao?

Bai Zhi pouted, "You old fox!"

Meng Ying was suddenly scolded and raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Why did the princess scold me?"

"Did you deliberately plan Zhuo Yao's trip to the north?"

Meng Ying was stunned for a moment, and his chest felt a little painful. He sighed, "Is this how the princess looks at me?"

Bai Zhi felt guilty, "Isn't it?"

Meng Ying sighed again, feeling much lower, "The result is what I wanted, and the words may hurt people no matter how they are spoken, but they are all sincere. Did Sa Lan let the princess down?"

Bai Zhi turned around and held Meng Ying's face, "That's between you two, what does it have to do with me? There should be an end between you and Zhuo Yao, right?"

Bai Zhi's clear understanding frightened Meng Ying. Meng Ying asked tentatively, "Don't you think that Sa Lan is bad, Princess?"

"Bad? It's okay. No matter what, you are still a prince. If you are too kind and simple, you will die quickly!"

Meng Ying laughed out loud. There were some bad things that even he himself did not agree with, but Bai Zhi tolerated him. He suddenly felt that what he did was a bit too much. She should have been a happy and carefree person.

Meng Ying's Adam's apple rolled and her voice became hoarse, "If one day, Sa Lan can't spend the rest of his life with the princess, what will happen to the princess?"

When Bai Zhi heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at Meng Ying resentfully, her eyes seemed to be rippling with autumn water, she pursed her lips, "My lord, you don't want me anymore?"

Meng Ying was startled, how could that be? how come?

But when you calm down and think about it, isn’t this the result?

Meng Ying was silent for a moment, and this moment was captured by Bai Zhi. How many true words were said in a joke?

How could she not know about the prince's alienation?

She turned around and sighed, "Anyway, I'm still working hard. If there's no results after trying hard, just give up! Marrying you is one kind of life, wandering around the world is another kind of life, and living a leisurely life in a corner is also another kind of life. Life."

"I don't have the ability to predict the future. I don't know which life is the best. I only know to take every step steadily and make sure I do my best every step of the way, so that I will never regret it!"

Bai Zhi's bright love and free and easy attitude illuminated the dark and deep places in Meng Ying's heart, making him feel ashamed.

Meng Ying felt a headache. He pinched his eyebrows and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "Then...will the princess remember Sa Lan in the future?"

The fact that Meng Ying could ask such a question meant that he was hesitating and shrinking.

Bai Zhi saw through his intention and gave her clearest answer, "Yes, I will remember it for the rest of my life. The prince is so good, it would be strange if he can't remember it. Even if we are not destined to be together, you are still my noble person. The prince has taught me My things are enough to remind me of a lifetime..."

When Bai Zhi said this, she choked up a little, and she continued, "So if the prince decides, just tell me, don't be afraid of anything. No matter what you decide, I will still love you..."

Meng Ying felt that she was going crazy. She was not a stupid girl who knew nothing. He was the Mingyue girl who saw through her dirty and cunning ways but still tolerated her.

Meng Ying clamped Bai Zhi's jaw and kissed her heavily. Regardless of the tearing of the wound, he held Bai Zhi tightly with his whole body. He wanted to tear her bones apart and bury her in his belly. He wanted to fuse with her flesh and blood...

Meng Ying never thought that his love could be so deep. He had the urge to love her at all costs. He wanted to throw away all the imperial power and responsibilities, and just wanted to spend his life with her.

The two fell to the ground, rolling and entangled.

Two young bodies, a raging fire, two souls longing for each other, clamoring crazily for lust.

The lights flickered weakly, and Meng Ying looked at Bai Zhixu's open eyes filled with mist, and the orange firelight shone on her slightly opened lips, like flaming red lips.

Being stared at so intensely, with something hot under her body eager to try, Bai Zhi's face felt a little hot.

She stretched out her arms to cover her eyes, and opened her lips slightly, "My lord, please stop saying that you don't lift!"

These naked words made Meng Ying feel swollen and painful. He chuckled softly and breathed into Bai Zhi's ear with passionate temptation, "You try..."

The blood all over his body was boiling. He took off Bai Zhi's outer shirt, and the delicate neck reflected the dim light. The lines outlined by the collarbone, shoulders and neck were so natural that it almost killed Meng Ying.

His hands were no longer controlled by reason, and he peeled off Bai Zhi's inner clothes layer by layer, just like peeling off the bright red lychees. After a while, only a water-colored bellyband was left.

In the dimness, Meng Ying's trembling hands touched Bai Zhi's skin, which made Bai Zhi's whole body tremble and moans escaped from her mouth unconsciously.

This light and fluttering voice made Meng Ying go crazy.

Meng Ying lay on Bai Zhi like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. The fragrant fragrance emanating from her hair and skin made Meng Ying's ears feel itchy and hot.

His fingertips wandered over Bai Zhi's arms, shoulders, neck, and then to her waist.

Every inch of touch made Bai Zhi's hair stand on end. The itchy feeling made every cell of Bai Zhi scream for help, and a voice escaped from her mouth unconsciously, "Your Majesty... um..."

Meng Ying became more and more aggressive, grabbing her waist with his big hands. He could even feel the shape of her bones.

Suddenly, a bulge that did not belong to the skin above her belly button irritated Meng Ying's fingers.

Meng Ying suddenly came back to her senses, her hands became heavier, and she stroked along the bulges. There were bulges one after another.

It's whiplash!

There was a bang in his head and he immediately stopped. He leaned next to Bai Zhi's ear and asked solemnly, "Did that madman Feng Yue hit you?"

The sudden end of the caress made Bai Zhi stunned. She nodded in confusion, her mind still immersed in the lust just now.

Meng Ying suddenly woke up.

Finger torture, whipping, poison that makes people miserable.

This is the fate, the fate of his wantonness!