[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

I don't know how long the long darkness lasted.

Maybe one day, maybe two days.

The bright red blood had dried up on a corner of the dark blue hem.

Zhao Yan's wrists, which were imprisoned on the bed rail, were strangled with hideous bloodstains.

His lower body was covered under the thin brocade, and his flesh and blood were crushed by the cold scabbard. After several hours, he had gradually gotten used to the pain.

If you ignore the half-closed eyelids, it looks like a corpse that died peacefully in the tomb.

But he couldn't even die peacefully.

There was a sound from the locked secret door.

A pair of Danko-painted hands lit the fire pocket.

The scent of powder on the woman's body concealed the smell of rust in the room.

The open fire reflected the beautiful face of a woman, in her thirties, with light-yellow stamens on the cloud hairpin hairpin, her eyes were like lacquer, her red lips were slightly raised, and she sighed, "Master Zhao also has today?"

Zhao Yan coughed a few times, stared at the woman's face after a long time and said, "Princess Ning."

Lu Chenyan glanced over the messy pile of brocade quilts on the bed, and could only see clearly Zhao Yan's wrists tied to the bed rail and her sickly pale cheeks, all kinds of dirt were covered under the thin brocade .

"You still have the strength to speak."

The woman's finger painted with Danko landed on Zhao Yan's face condescendingly, moving it down inch by inch.

"It's hard for Master Zhao to still remember me as Princess Ning."

"When Mr. Zhao was in the Lu family, my father mentioned to me about the marriage between Mr. Zhao and Shen Shuang. I also intended to facilitate it. But I expected that I would lure wolves into the house and kill hundreds of members of the Lu family."

"Master Zhao's face is not only attractive to women, but also to men."

Zhao Yan swallowed the blood from her throat, closed her eyes and said, "If the princess wants revenge, kill me."

When Zhao Yan spoke, she involved the wound under her body.

Because he is used to forbearance, no matter how great the pain is, he will not show it to others. Except for the tightly furrowed brows, outsiders can't see the slightest bit.

Lu Chenyan's smile was suppressed, and his eyes were cold, "I was still a little regretful when I heard the news of your lord's death. How can a wild dog dismember him? You should live for a long time and endure the pain of heart-pounding. Life is better than death! Who knows? Mr. Zhao sang a great show about the golden cicada escaping its shell, hiding in Lingnan and having a good time."

"Jinglan stole your Zhao family's account book and presented it to Tian Ting. Your Zhao family was destroyed in the hands of the Lu family, which is considered karma."

Zhao Yan clenched her fingers curled up in her sleeves, and finally ripples appeared on her pale and weak face.

Lu Chenyan's voice was as soft as water, "Lan Qing, who made a lot of trouble in the lord's mansion, was originally a maid in Prince Ning's mansion. After entering the brothel, she got on the line with the Rong family. My lord thinks that Lan Qing is listening to Lu From the Rong family, or from the Rong family?"

It turned out to be the case.

All the clues at the beginning were connected together to form a complete pattern.

Lu Chenyan was very close to Zhao Yan at this moment.

The fragrance of a woman filled the nostrils, and a strand of hair hung down from the cloud temples, like a flower covered with dense thorns.

"I don't know how many people want to see what your lord looks like today."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand and lifted the thin brocade that covered Zhao Yan's body.

One could see Zhao Yan's messy lower body, and her frosty white ankles tied with silver chains less than six feet long.

The dark blue robe was mottled and torn, revealing the lacquered shape of a sword scabbard, and the slender legs were weak and limp on the ground. Because they had not seen the sun for a long time, they were like a fragile jade halo under the dim candle shadow.The woman's red lips curled up, and the thin danko scratched down the base of her leg. The ivory white color on the base of the leg was faintly pink, and a drop of blood rolled down the inner wall, like a piece of paper on white paper. Add soul-stirring scarlet ink.

Zhao Yan showed humiliation and embarrassment, her thin chest trembled, and she kept coughing.

Lu Chenyan laughed and burst into tears.

"My younger brother is too good at spoiling people."

After laughing, he sighed in a low voice, "I don't know if Mr. Zhao has suffered a tenth of Shen Shuang's suffering today?"

Lu Chenshuang is the jewel in the palm of the Lu family. Lu Zehai knew very well how he treated Zhao Yan back then when Zhao Yan was in the Lu family. When the accident happened, he had just reached the age of marriage.

If it wasn't for being rescued by Zhao Yan's people back then, I'm afraid the end would be even worse.

The enmity between Zhao Yan and the Lu family is deadlocked.

But the Lu family refused to let him die.

Lu Chenyan used many methods in Lingnan to tie the second master of the Li family into his clothes, so that he could gain a firm foothold in this remote corner. She is a beauty, and her every move is full of charm. The man is fascinated when he sees her. Even if he knew her rough life experience and the identity of Princess Ning in the past, he would only feel pity for her and cover it up for her.

Lu Chenyan picked up the red wax that was about to be ignited with a torch.

The open flame swayed restlessly on the wick, and the wick was filled with boiling oil.

There was light in the woman's almond eyes.

"If this lamp oil is poured on Mr. Zhao's troublesome face, I don't know if my stupid brother will have other thoughts about Mr. Zhao."

The woman's hands covered with Danko are weak and boneless.

Reflecting a section of red wax, the dark lines on Danko twisted in the shadow of the lamp.

The watchman passed by the deserted house.

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

The moonlight fell on the deserted house, and there was wind in the deserted house, and the dead branches of the old trees were like white human bones.