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

Zhao Ming didn't put down the knife.

The veins in the hand holding the knife were bulging, and the tip of the knife trembled.

Chu Qin knocked Zhao Ming to the ground and glanced at Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan said, "You go out first, I have something to say to him."

Chu Qin sighed, lifted the curtain and came out.

Zhao Yan's hand fell on Zhao Ming's hand holding the silver knife, Zhao Ming's hand was shaking, and the dim light cast dark shadows on the wall.

"Brother doesn't like women?"

After a long time, Zhao Yan heard Zhao Ming's deep and hoarse voice.

Zhao Yan took the silver knife from Zhao Ming's hand.

The biting light of the knife was hid in the sheath.

Zhao Yan's eyes seemed to recall the past of Yunshan Mountain.

Zhao Yan could not marry when the first emperor was around.

Whenever he looks at the woman of any family more, it will definitely make Longyan displeased, and the one who suffers is often himself.

The first emperor was a man with a strong desire to control, even if he kept his promise and would not touch Zhao Yan in the slightest, Zhao Yan was still someone he held in his hands in his eyes.

Even death must die in his hands.

Jian'an 17 years.

The first emperor once did something to Zhao Yan who had just joined the cabinet and joined the Lu family.

That was the time when Lu Zehai wanted to recruit Zhao Changning as Lu's son-in-law, and the news spread to the emperor's case, which was heard everywhere.

Later, Zhao Yan was ordered to enter the palace, the emperor's clothes were half open, and he watched the beautiful flowers like flowers dancing and singing.

Changping was dismissed, and there were no palace servants in the huge hall.

A few dim lights reflect fragrant flowers and fine wine, and a light dancer who can dance in the palm of her hand.

Zhao Yan knelt down and saluted.

The emperor closed his eyes, his fingers beat to the rhythm of the music, the neon dress song continued, and the dense drum beats continued. The dancer's sleeves passed over Zhao Yan's cheeks, and the graceful fragrance filled the tip of his nose.

The dancer's ankle was unstable, and she suddenly fell into Zhao Yan's arms. Zhao Yan's arms were full of warmth and fragrance, but she felt that she was on a high cliff.

The beautiful dancer raised her head and smiled ecstatically, took a sip of wine, and fed it to Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan stretched out her hand and refused, and finally there was a faint overflow of wine in her mouth, and she was choked and coughed again and again.

There is acacia in the dancer's wine.

The strong wine mixed with acacia has a refreshing aroma, which seems to make people fall into a gentle and undulating dream of drunkenness. Zhao Yan's hands and feet are soft, curled up in a ball under the white jade steps of the emperor, her forehead is wet Khan Lingling.

The dancing girl groped Zhao Yan's body weakly and bonelessly, and tore open the skirt of Zhao Yan's official robe inch by inch with her lips and tongue. Half of her white chest was covered with a woman's hickey marks, while the emperor watched indifferently from the steps.

Finally, Zhao Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and stretched out her hand to embrace the dancer girl in her arms, holding her cheek and kissing her deliriously. The two got entangled together, casting a beautiful silhouette in the hall.

The emperor stared at the silhouette on the wall, and drank the strong wine in his hand one after another. After an unknown period of time, the gold bottle landed on the table.

The emperor stood up, pulled out the knife hanging on the palace wall and walked down the steps, holding the dancer's hair, the bright light of the knife flashed, and the hand of the dancer who had just tore Zhao Yan's skirt was chopped off bloody.

The stunning dancer who lost her hand opened a pair of unbelievable eyes, and her face was distorted and she wailed hoarsely.

She still doesn't know what went wrong, and what she did was completely in accordance with His Majesty's will, but she ended up like this.

Zhao Yan's face was splashed by the rain of blood, and her sleepy mind regained a little bit.

His fingers clenched his sleeves, and he lost his voice and expression for a moment.

The boiling passion in the lower body was drenched with blood.

The sweat on the forehead almost froze.

The emperor kicked away the wailing dancer, pulled Zhao Yan's hair, and stroked his blood-stained cheek with his fingers, "Zhao Changning, I don't know if the lady of the Lu family will marry you? Don't forget you!" What did you go to Lu's house for?"

Zhao Yan trembled all over, and finally said, "I know."

On the second day, Zhao Yan received His Majesty's reward from the palace in the mansion.

Zhao Yan opened the brocade box, only to see a pair of delicate white hands in the shape of flower petals in the box.After the emissary left, Zhao Yan leaned against the wall and retched, but couldn't vomit anything.

The palace envoys didn't know what kind of things they sent.

For a long time after that, in Zhao Yan's dreams, there were terrified eyes of the woman with the severed hand and her wrists rolled to the ground.Until later he himself became a demon.

The first emperor kept his promise and did not move Zhao Yan.

But he ruined Zhao Yan.

Now Zhao Ming is asking in Zhao Yan's ear, how should he answer?

Zhao Yan smiled wryly.

That's why he paid so much attention to Lan Qing's child.

The Zhao family cannot have no descendants.

"So what?" Zhao Yan asked back.

Zhao Ming gritted his teeth, "Even if it's a man—why is it Chu Qin?"

Zhao Yan said word by word, "He is the only person in this world whose bones I can trust."

Zhao Ming felt bitter.

Back then, Zhao Changning didn't even have his bones entrusted to him.

What was his younger brother doing at that time?

Zhao Ming threw herself on Zhao Yan and held Zhao Yan in her arms.

"He's nothing!"

"Wouldn't it be nice if only the two of us guarded the Zhao family? What he can do in the future, Ah Ming can do too."