My ex-boyfriend is always pestering me [Quick Time Travel]

After a few days, Jiang Ya saw Murong again.

"Murong, what did you say?"

Murong held his hand tightly, his expression hard to hide his excitement, and said earnestly: "Ayan, let's elope."

Hearing this, Jiang Ya frowned sadly.

"Impossible, Murong, the palace is heavily guarded, how can we leave."

"Don't worry, Ah Yan, I have already arranged everything."

Murong stared at his restless expression with scorching eyes, and his usual cowardly tone had never been so decisive.

"Although I am not favored, I am the young son of the Murong family. It is not difficult to bribe a few people. Your Majesty has caught a cold recently, so he will not stay in the Tibetan Yan Palace. Ayan, I will come to you at Yinshi tomorrow."

Jiang Ya hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "There are too many attendants in the Palace of Tibetan Swallows, we are easily discovered. You don't have to come, just wait for me to find you."

Murong thought for a while, then nodded solemnly.

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for you."

Jiang Ya looked at his resolute eyebrows, leaned over and kissed his lips, with an expectant tone.

"That's great, I can leave the palace soon."

The feather-like touch on his lips still remained, Murong was stunned for a while, and then blushed and said: "Yes... After leaving the palace, we will never be separated again."

"Yeah, never separate again."

Jiang Ya smiled, and the repetitive words were mixed with imperceptible perfunctory.

His Majesty was afraid of infecting Jiang Ya with the wind and cold, so he deliberately avoided him recently, which just gave Jiang Ya a chance to sneak out.He followed the instructions to the palace where Murong was, and because he was not favored, he was so deserted that even the attendants could not see him.

In the misty morning and night, he knocked lightly on the painted wooden door.

Three strokes are long and two strokes are short.

As soon as the sound fell, the person on the other side couldn't wait to open the door, quickly pulled him in, looked around vigilantly for no one, and then closed the door tightly again.

"Ayan, have you packed everything?"

Murong turned around, with a hint of haste in his voice.

Jiang Ya weighed the burden on his shoulders and nodded.

"There are some soft and pearls here, it should be enough."

He looked at the misty sky worriedly, and asked in a low voice anxiously: "Murong, how do we leave?"

Murong patted his head, smiled comfortingly, and said softly: "Someone will come to meet us later, Ah Yan, don't worry."

Jiang Ya breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the door, listening to the movement outside, couldn't help showing a joyful smile on her face, flapping her wings like a bird locked in a golden cage, longing for the freedom that is close at hand.

Murong stared at him absent-mindedly, the infatuation in his eyes was flooding and damp.

He twirled a few strands of Jiang Ya's hair obsessively, lowered his head nostalgicly and sniffed the faint fragrance above, inexplicably, in the quiet and turning white light, in the dilapidated small courtyard, he was dormant under the blood The impulse is like a wild beast suddenly out of control, frantically eager to tear and possess.

Taking a deep breath, he tremblingly pressed Jiang Ya's shoulder.

Jiang Ya looked back at him, looking blankly at his slightly strange expression.

"Murong, what's wrong?"

Murong stared fixedly at his delicate lips, and his voice was hoarse.

"Ayan..."

Jiang Ya looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled slightly, her eyes were bright and charming, and her deliberately low voice was like a poisonous hook.

"Murong, do you want me?"

Murong stared blankly at him and nodded involuntarily.

Jiang Ya was like a successful child, a sly light flashed in her eyes, and she tore off her skirt with a smile, revealing a small piece of white and shiny shoulders.

"If you want... then come and get it."

There was a bang in Murong's head.

The burden thrown on the ground was scattered, and the fallen clothes and silver were covered by the messy clothes all over the floor, and the two of them were skin-to-skin on the bed in the room, feeling/difficult/self-control.

Trembling with excitement, Murong kissed Jiang Ya in a helpless and clumsy manner, looking serious and careful, as if he was treating the most beloved treasure in the world.

Jiang Ya was panting lowly, her eyes were red, she didn't avoid Murong's kiss, nor did she take the initiative to greet her.

Although the whole person is immersed in the boundless spring/color, Murong still can't believe that this person in the painting is under his body at this moment, waiting to be invaded and possessed by him.

The blood in his body was throbbing so fiercely that he couldn't even think about it, he just instinctively tried to please and get closer.

Jiang Ya half-closed her eyes, and the skin on her back was a little tingling due to the quilt under her body.

He frowned slightly.

The person who broke in suddenly shouted angrily, like a violent thunderbolt hitting his head.

"What are you doing!"

Lingering, romantic and charming.

The dense hickey marks are particularly conspicuous on the creamy skin, from the neck to the waist and abdomen, lingering all the way to a place of reverie.Their ink hair was intertwined, and their expressions were terrified.

There is no shame or resentment, no coercion, no matter how you look at it, it is a mutual love.

With a pale face, Jiang Ya hid behind Murong in fear, with her head down, not daring to look at the glaring man.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Murong's face was also pale, but his expression was unusually calm.

He pulled off the scattered clothes around him, put them on Jiang Ya's body, and then stood firmly in front of him, meeting His Majesty's cold gaze.

"Your Majesty, it was Murong who loved Ayan and tricked him to leave with Murong. This matter has nothing to do with Ayan. I beg Your Majesty to forgive Ayan."

Jiang Ya tightly clenched the shirt on his back, her voice was trembling, but she didn't hesitate.

"No! Yan'er and Murong agree with each other, I beg Your Majesty to help us!"

His Majesty shook his body.

Words of betrayal, pain in the heart.

Accompanied day and night, the person who hurts at the top of the heart is now nestled next to him, the body that was weak for days seems to be broken open with bare hands, and the bloody heart is pulled out and crushed. one word.

Her throat was itchy, and a fishy sweetness suddenly surged up, and she covered her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"His Majesty!"

All the attendants were terrified, and they all surrounded him in panic.

His Majesty pushed away the attendant standing in front of him, pointed at the two people on the bed, trembling with anger, his face twisted, his eyes were red, and his tone was sharp and furious.

"Shut them up!"

After speaking, she spat out another mouthful of blood, and fainted unwillingly.

There was chaos.

No one noticed that Jiang Ya, who was guarded by Murong behind him, showed a smile.

It was wonderful.

After he and Murong were imprisoned in the prison for two days, His Majesty woke up and ordered Murong to be executed immediately.Murong's mother is the daughter-in-law of the court, even though she is very indifferent to this little son on weekdays, she is his own flesh and blood after all, repeatedly begging His Majesty to take back his life, shed tears, and even desperately wanted to hit the court.

However, His Majesty, who was in a fit of anger, remained indifferent, and still strongly demanded that the Ministry of Punishments carry out the death penalty on Murong.

The underage boy was going to be killed by such a cruel method. The court was in panic and tried to appease the furious majesty, but there was still nothing to do, so he had to set the execution date.

Fortunately, the night before the execution, Murong committed suicide by biting his tongue.

When this matter spread to the people, the common people were shocked, and felt chilled by His Majesty's ruthless handling, especially the woman who lost her beloved son was devastated and suffered a huge blow. Since then, she has been sick for many days Morning morning.

Gradually, rumors about His Majesty's tyranny began to spread in private alleys.

After Murong committed suicide in fear of crime, His Majesty locked Jiang Ya in the Tibetan Yan Palace and ordered him not to step out of the palace again.But before she had time to personally punish Jiang Ya, she fell ill again. The female doctors went in and out of His Majesty's bedroom every day, full of worries and sighs.

It seems that Feng Kingdom has declined overnight.

When he found out about these things, Jiang Ya was warming up by the fire. Even though His Majesty was furious at him, the specifications of the Tibetan Swallow Palace were still intact. Winter was approaching, and it was windy and cold outside, but the palace was full of charcoal fires, making it warm of.

He huddled in the black fox fur, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window with relish.

There is a circle of fluffy white velvet around the neck, which sets off a face with red lips and white teeth, icy muscles and fine bones, like a noble young master.

There was the sound of unhurried footsteps behind him, and he stood still.

"Next, it's time to settle the accounts between us."