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

When the sky turned pale, the door of the inner bedroom creaked open.

Dawn is coming, and the warm sun will rise.

Zhu Minsheng bowed and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to go back."

Chu Yu glanced at the inner bedroom, and from the angle he was standing, he could only see the faintly visible bead curtain.

The palace lantern in the hands of the dumb palace maid has been extinguished.

She stayed here all night.

"Take care of him."

The mute maid heard His Majesty's slightly hoarse voice.

The mute palace lady bowed her head tremblingly and saluted.

On this day, hundreds of officials waited for an imperial decree at His Royal Highness Jinluan.

His Majesty is not here today.

Chu Yu fell ill again.

The onset of cold disease is like breaking the bone with the tip of a knife, and I wish I could gouge out my own flesh and blood.

Zhang Yuan sentenced him to enter the palace in the early morning, but he didn't come out for a while.

It can be seen that the cold disease is difficult and difficult.

After Chu Yu left in the old palace, the dumb maid came in through the curtain.

The bead curtains rattled, and behind the bead curtains were red mandarin duck pillows and a messy beauty couch.

The young man on the beauty's couch curled up in a ball under the brocade quilt, the blue outer shirt was thrown in the corner, and the inner garment was shredded into strips.

His eyes were pitch-black, his complexion was as pale as snow, his red lips were stained with blood from being bitten, his shoulders were covered with kiss and bite marks, and his calf exposed under the quilt was covered with bruises and bruises. Messy.

The one who has been ruined may not even be able to lift his arms, the one that is so soft has no muscles and spine, only a thin and weak breath is left, and the hair that spreads like a weeping willow is stained with men's things.

The beautiful and charming scenery can most arouse the evil desire in people's hearts.

The chief minister of the cabinet who was once aloof was reduced to a plaything in the emperor's bed and was molested. His bones were broken again and again, just like beautiful jade was squandered into old tiles, and green bamboo was crushed into mud.

The people's hearts are despicable, and they wantonly tore the pearl out of the mortal world, and polluted it with wind and dust.

But not everyone is like that.

The dumb palace ladies have their own names.

Her name is Wan Yue.

Since His Majesty has pulled out her tongue, he will not remember her name.

During the year in the Jiu Palace, when she was taking medicine for Zhao Yan, she fell asleep and was almost decapitated by His Majesty.

It was Zhao Yan who pleaded for her to save her life.

Wanyue took two steps forward, and the people on the couch shrank back imperceptibly as if they heard the movement outside the door.

Although he has no way to retreat.

Wanyue waved her hands anxiously and made a babbling sound, proving that the person who came in was not His Majesty.

The room is full of fishy smell, Wanyue opens the window.

The warm winter sun shines on the dimly lit room.

However, Zhao Yan felt in a daze that the moment the sun came up, the human skin she was struggling to maintain was cut off.

The ghost hiding in the dark corner was finally burnt all over by the scorching sun.

He made a painful voice in his broken voice, "Close the window."

When the room became dark again, Zhao Yan said with difficulty, "Can you do me a favor."

Wan Yue opened her eyes wide and gestured.

Zhao Yan stared at the tightly closed window and said, "Help me put a Kongming lantern in the courtyard tonight."

Wanyue nodded with tears in her eyes, gestured and said, Young Master, let me help you to clean it.

Zhao Yan closed her eyes sleepily.

Wanyue didn't know how badly Zhao Yan was hurt until it was time to wash.

She couldn't speak, she could only make the strength in her hand softer.

And even the touch of a woman's delicate fingertips can make Zhao Yan bite her teeth in pain.

Wan Yue put on new obscene clothes for him.

Maybe one day the new clothes will be torn again.

Is the emperor's favor good wine or poison?

Zhao Yan didn't say a word all day.

When night falls, a Kongming lantern rises slowly.

The Kongming lanterns hoarded in the old palace have been damp for many years.

Wanyue lit until the tenth lamp.

Kongming Lantern has no wings, but it can fly to the end of the sky.

into a distant fire.

Zhao Yan was waiting for someone in the old palace.

The waiting process is slow and long.

Zhao Yan thought of many past events.

When I was young, I didn't know the hardships of the world. I rode a horse to lean on a bridge, beat a building to drink, and even toasted with my colleagues.

Later, the power was poured into the government and the public, everyone was flattering in and out, and his actions were dignified and dignified, but he ended up betraying his relatives and dying without a whole body.

Fifteen years of ups and downs, and another five years of surviving.

After 20 years of tossing and turning, he was always in the hands of the late emperor.

Even though the late emperor has rotted into rotten wood in the coffin, the shadow still lingers in the sky all year round.

Zhao Changning died when he was 16 years old.

The first emperor's son attempted to kill a ghost.

Zhao Yan tremblingly supported the wall and stood up.

He was wearing a thin layer of obscene clothing, with a green robe over the obscene clothing, and the hem of the robe was embroidered with golden patterns.

Standing up was extremely laborious, his legs trembling uncontrollably, and the pain of shame from the brutal insult followed every step he took.

A hollow face was reflected in the mirror that was smashed by Chu Yu on the ground.

Zhao Yan stared at the shattered mirror, two lines of blood and tears seemed to flow from her eyes.

The night wind floats, and the plum blossoms are scattered.

Zhao Yan heard a slight noise outside the window.

Like wild cats falling from the wall.

Zhao Yan opened the closed window.

It turned out that it was not a wild cat, but a tall and straight young man with an old wound on his left hand and a black scarf covering his face.

There is wind and snow on his shoulders, and the moon and light in his eyes.