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

The red plums in the courtyard withered.

Warm spring is coming.

A silvery moon hangs in the night sky.

Zhao Yan was flipping through the steps with a book in her hand, and Fu Bao lit a lamp on the stone platform.

The collection of books in Liu Yanqing's house is no less than that of the Zhao family.

The lanterns are floated by the wind, so the text between the pages also jumps.

When Zhao Yan saw the last line, her gaze remained still.

Fu Bao leaned over and said, "A gentleman should learn and know, be loyal to his affairs, and help the common people."

"It's so unreasonable. There are all kinds of people in this world, and no one lives for others."

Zhao Yan sighed and did not speak for a long time.

The people around Liu Yanqing are all of the same virtue as him.

The words Zhao Shiru once taught him bound him for the rest of his life.

Fu Bao slapped his head, "I'm still boiling the medicine for you son, it's almost the wrong time."

When Fu Bao ran to the pharmacy, he didn't know that Zhao Yan stared at his back with envy.

Zhao Yan put down the pages in her hand.

A feeling of drowsiness struck, Zhao Yan supported her head with her arms and closed her eyes.

Ink-black hair was blown by the wind.

The white placket hides the soft and beautiful lines of the shoulders and neck.

The smell of medicine in the pharmacy gradually became stronger.

A cloak was draped over his shoulders.

Zhao Yan thought that Fu Bao had gone and returned, so she opened her eyes.

His eyes fixed on the lifelike golden dragon at the tail of the cloak.

The nine-clawed golden dragon lay quietly on the black cloak.

Under the claws are clusters of rolling cloud patterns.

Zhao Yan, who has been in front of the Emperor's Palace all year round, is very familiar with such lines.

For a moment, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

It seemed to be nailed to death on the stone platform by a golden dragon.

He couldn't even turn around to see if the person coming was as he had guessed in his heart.

This cloak embroidered with golden dragons dragged Zhao Yan back to the prison in Dali Temple, her wrists were imprisoned, her legs were bent, and her body was brutally crushed inch by inch by the man's sinful desire.

Suffocating despair and darkness surged around her body, Zhao Yan was like a person who had struggled for half his life and then drowned again, with no expression on his pale face.

The aroma of the old wine in the palace rushed into the tip of the nose.

Zhao Yan clenched her fingers tightly, the fingers almost penetrated the flesh and blood.

"Eleven is finally back." Chu Yu said.

He is not eleven.

He is Zhao Changning.

Zhao Yan wanted to speak, but found that her throat was so hoarse that she couldn't even utter a sound.

His shadow was cast on the ground like a plant that would not move.

"What's so good about Prince Qin?"

Chu Yu raised Zhao Yan's chin and carefully looked at this haunting face.

"He finally left you in the capital."

"Zhao Changning, I don't believe that with your temper, you can forgive him in the future?"

Chu Yu received a trembling slap on the face.

Chu Yu's face was turned to one side, but he didn't show any signs of anger. He just tightly grasped Zhao Yan's hand that slapped him with great force.

"Eleven beat me back then."

Zhao Yan took a low breath, and struggled to utter a word from her lips, "Get lost one by one"

Chu Yu laughed, "Zhao Changning, this world belongs to me."

He heard Zhao Yan's extremely hoarse voice, "Eleven is dead."

Chu Yu's expression became gloomy, "Eleven is not dead, he just developed a heart for outsiders."

The strong wine swallowed Chu Yu's sanity, he pressed Zhao Yan on the stone platform and bit down on it.

Zhao Yan kicked her legs, and opened her clothes.

A fair complexion that has been nourished by warming seems to be shining under the radiant moon.

The lines of the slender chest undulated smoothly and beautifully, his hands were beating weakly on Chu Yu's shoulders, the leaves in the courtyard fell on the fluttering hair, and the moist and dark pupils looked a little pitiful.

The alcohol magnified the poisonous seed in Chu Yu's heart, Zhao Yan wrapped the arm around Chu Qin's shoulder before the tens of thousands of horses and horses, and pierced the emperor's eyes with bloodshot eyes. , but couldn't resist the malice vented by the young emperor through alcohol.

Dangerous tree vines entangled his Qingyang, biting Qingyang's throat, sucking his nutrients, the swallowed Qingyang lost its lush greenery and vigorous vitality, and the rest of the body could only rely on the vine's Only entanglement can stand upright and live empty.

Attacking and possessing the mouth, licking and entangled inch by inch, as if to be torn apart and eaten into the belly.

Zhao Yan's pale face was flushed sickly, maybe she caught a cold in the night wind.

He was afraid he would scream.

Chu Yu's body was as hot as a flame, scorching Zhao Yan with wounds all over her body.

Zhao Yan suddenly shrank into a ball, convulsed and trembled, and vomited non-stop.

The stomach and intestines were twitched together and convulsed, but nothing came out.