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

When Zhao Yan woke up, her hands and feet were bound by soft golden ribbons to the lacquered red bed curtain.The cyan belt was loose and hanging down her waist. Zhao Yan struggled a little, but she didn't break free. Instead, she struggled to open the skirt of the clothes, and the delicate bead curtains on the bed curtains were ringing.

Under the shrine is a burning candle, which illuminates the silent darkness.With the help of the dim light, Zhao Yan could clearly see the scene in the room.

This is a room with four square walls, with doors but no windows. The four corners are filled with cushions and flowers, and red lanterns are hung on the corners. There is a desk not far from the bed curtain. Brush and ink, paper and inkstone are lit with a stick of fragrance.

The fragrance mist curls up, and the aroma rushes into the tip of the nose.

Zhao Yan's hands and feet were soft, and her forehead was wet.

There is no day and night here, only red lanterns that never go out.

When a stick of incense burned out, the carved wooden door was pushed open.

Zhao Yan's eyes were stung by the sudden light, and he raised his hand to cover it. His wrist was bound by a ribbon, and he couldn't make much movement. When the carved wooden door was closed from the outside, Zhao Yan could clearly see the face of the person coming.

The person on the wooden chair has loose black hair, a handsome face, and peonies embroidered on the hem of his clothes.His face was paler and sicker than he remembered, but the evil spirit in his peach eyes was exactly the same as before.

Who is it if it's not the third son Rong?

Rong Ying pushed the wooden chair, and the wheels turned to the side of the bed curtain. Peach blossom eyes looked up and down unscrupulously, and she smiled and said, "It really is you."

Zhao Yan clenched her fingers tightly, and her palms were covered with sweat.

He said coldly, "I said before, if you appear in front of me again, I will definitely not forgive you."

Rong Ying's laughter was unstoppable, and she said softly, "Zhao Changning, I am living a life that is neither human nor ghost, all thanks to Zhao Ming."

Zhao Yan sneered, "Isn't it because you have committed too many crimes?"

Rong Ying said, "It's true, what can happen to a person like me? Zhao Changning, we are the same person. So look at your own stone carving, it is still kneeling in front of King Ning's tomb."

Zhao Yan frowned in disgust, but did not speak.

Rong Ying smiled, "Could it be that Zhao Shoufu feels that you are different from me?"

Zhao Yan shook her head, "I have nothing to say to you."

Rong Ying put her hand on Zhao Yan's neck, her expression twisted and hideous, "Who do you have nothing to say to?"

As long as he tightened his five fingers, the man's slender neck would break in two.

This beautiful face has never been able to speak again.

He was reluctant.

Rong Ying Shi Shiran withdrew her hand.

Zhao Yan turned her head and said in a cold voice, "It's a big taboo for you to hire a swordsman to commit murder in the market place. Liu Yanqing is not an idiot. How long do you think you can hide your tricks from him? You are not afraid that people from the Liu family will find you ?”

Rong Ying shook her head, "Your identity is also shady. Who in the Liu residence would dare to look for you in a big way? And who knows that the owner of Mingyue Tower is the former third son Rong? Even if you know, Mingyue Tower is a serious business, what? Have you ever harbored criminals from the imperial court? As long as I hide you well, even if you suspect me, there is still no evidence. Could it be that the Liu family will also use trumped-up charges against Mingyue Tower? Mingyue Tower is full of dignitaries. How many dirty secrets do you think Mingyuelou knows? They will watch Mingyuelou have an accident?"

Zhao Yan stared at Rong Ying with heavy eyes.

Rong Ying stretched out her hand to smooth the hair on Zhao Yan's forehead, and said word by word, "Zhao Changning, do you know where you are now? You are in Mingyue Tower. I demolished all the old houses of the Rong family, leaving only this escape room." Dark Pavilion, at that time I felt that this place is very suitable for you."

Zhao Yan couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Rong Ying!"

Rong Ying sighed pretendingly, "This secret pavilion is sealed into the study room, and no one except the Rong family knows about it. Who can find you?"

Zhao Yan closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "Where's Wang Sheng?"

Rong Ying laughed, "Aren't you afraid that I'll be jealous if you care about him so much?"

Zhao Yan said lightly, "What are you?"

Rong Ying was not angry, and buried her head in Zhao Yan's neck, her warm breath was entangled in one place, and she could feel the slender chest of the person under her rising and falling.

If he could bite it down in one bite, this pale complexion would definitely turn crimson red due to the force.

Rong Ying was out of line, "I'll get angry when I'm jealous, and I'll take it out on him when I'm angry. He still has half of his life left, and what happens to the remaining half of his life depends entirely on you."

Zhao Yan's voice was like a broken yarn, "Let him go."

Rong Ying got up from Zhao Yan's neck with a gloomy expression, "It was rumored that Zhao Shoufu was vicious and despicable, but I never thought that there would be such a day of affection and sex. What's so good about that ugly monster? Could it be that you are happy to wait on the bed?"

Zhao Yan sternly said, "Rong Ying!"

Rong Ying smiled, "I'm here."

He bowed his head again, and kissed Zhao Yan's wrist delicately, like a poisonous snake that has no warmth but is sticky and nauseating.

Zhao Yan struggled with her wrist, and was imprisoned by Rong Ying. Rong Ying said in a low voice, "Zhao Shoufu, I haven't seen you for many years. Your body is still so soft."

Zhao Yan's cold eyes fell on Rong Ying's face.

If sight could kill, Rong Ying would have been chopped into pieces of soft flesh.

Rong Ying's voice became hoarse because of desire.

"You may have to use all your strength to even raise your hands now, how are you going to kill me?"