When Wan'er woke up completely, the sky was bright.

The sunlight outside the window was brighter and warmer than the sunlight at this time in the past, reflecting the thin snow on the ground into a piece of white light.

This seemingly warm weather does not look like early winter.

Because of the warm sunshine, Wan'er felt instantly better.

But it was only fleeting, in the dark night that just passed, in this room, on this couch, all the things that happened to her related to her broke into her mind like this , not allowing her to be free for a moment.

Wan'er's eyes darkened...

Compatible with her obscure mood is the real feeling from her body.

Inadvertently moved her legs, Wan'er frowned——

soreness, discomfort...

In short, it can be summed up in three words: too ruthless.

Of course, the complete narrative should be: It's too hard...

Wan'er faced the void and sighed silently.

What she sighed was, how much of Empress Wu's ruthless behavior was due to her connivance?

Both of them are women, even if Empress Wu is strong, if Wan'er insists on not wanting to do anything to her, will she really be able to succeed?

Even if that person is a domineering and rascal character, after all, he is from aristocratic background, and his cultivation of poetry and etiquette is not inferior to that of any aristocratic daughter, if Wan'er insists on resisting, will she really be able to succeed?

Succeed, succeed...

In fact, it was the result of self-indulgence, right?

Wan'er's brows became even tighter.

No one knows better than herself how entangled her own heart was at that time, what contradictions, how she gave up resistance, and even how broken she was.

Before this, Wan'er had never imagined that the word "huan.yu" was so terrifying.

It's so terrifying that it makes people addicted, makes people lose their minds, and makes people unable to think or remember anything else in this world except for holding on to that special experience...

How crazy!

Wan'er covered her eyes.

It seems that only in this way can her sense of shame be temporarily escaped from the reality that is completely spread out in the sun, so that she can deceive herself for a moment.

The familiar breath filled all senses without warning.

This taste...

Wan'er was in a daze——

It belongs to her breath!

Thinking of that "her", Wan'er's face became warmer, and she wished she could cover her eyes even tighter.

It's best to cover your head, so that you don't have to think about what happened, let alone think about... that person with extremely contradictory emotions.

However, what should be faced must be faced after all.

Wan'er forced herself to struggle a little bit out of her self-avoiding mentality.

The left palm covering her eyes moved, and Wan'er suddenly felt something strange.

It is the strange feeling that one has long been accustomed to a certain existence, but is suddenly replaced by another existence.

Raising her left wrist, Wan'er suddenly opened her eyes wide——

The string on the left wrist, the "only one string in the world" Nanhong agate Buddhist beads that Xue Jieyu gave back at the beginning, disappeared. What was replaced by...a silk handkerchief?

This is a silk handkerchief, right?

Wan'er focused her attention, staring at the place where the Buddhist bead was originally worn on her left wrist, which was wrapped around a circle and tied one, two, three...five knots, which seemed to be a silk handkerchief.

She brought the thing up to her nose and sniffed it, her eyes suddenly became complicated.

The aura that belonged exclusively to Empress Wu before came from this silk handkerchief.

Wan'er raised her left wrist and turned it back and forth twice in front of her eyes.

The sunlight was so abundant that she could clearly see the delicate and luxurious dark lines on the silk handkerchief.

Wan'er has served Empress Wu for many days, coupled with her infatuation with Empress Wu, she knows almost all the details of Empress Wu's food and clothing.She recognized the dark pattern on this silk handkerchief, which was a special tribute brocade from Lizhou.

Because Lizhou is the hometown of Empress Wu, she loved this kind of brocade so much that she even used it for the silk handkerchief she carried with her.

And the one in front of him is the one that Empress Wu always carries with her.

often……

Realizing this, Wan'er suddenly thought of one thing: Empress Wu seems to be particularly dedicated to everyday items, for example, she likes two kinds of patterns on ordinary dresses, for example, she almost always uses one silk handkerchief, for example...

Wan'er's unfurled brows were twisted into a pimple again.

Why the more I think about it, the more Empress Wu seems to be a long-term and persistent person?

It is irrefutable to say that she is persistent. After all, no woman can persevere for so many years for the goal of the supreme position like her, and will not let go until the goal is achieved.

As for long-term love...

Wan'er couldn't help snorting: Empress Wu's long-term love is probably only for the dead Xu Hui!

Even if she has a long-term love for Xu Hui, she has never seen her wronged herself, and there are not many people who serve her bed and bed, besides Pei Nu Shi!Who was it if it wasn't her who recklessly and forcefully demanded it last night?

Wan'er shook her head: You can't think about such things!

As long as she thinks of the existence of Xu Hui, Pei Nushi and others, Wan'er will feel her heart burning.

That feeling of unwillingness and injustice, like some kind of acute illness, immediately made her feel uncomfortable all over.

She knew very well that what she should be most angry with was that she refused to confess anything to her, and only raped and occupied her Empress Wu in a rogue and domineering manner.But now... now, she would rather not think about anything.

Wan'er sighed faintly and closed her eyes.

She was lying there flat, and just stuck the silk handkerchief on her left wrist with Empress Wu's breath on her eyelids.

She knows very well what a "principle" is.

Deep in her heart, she has never lost her basic reason.

However, principles... Compared to principles, Wan'er misses that person, the owner of this silk handkerchief, and everything about her, good and bad.

[As soon as the day breaks, I have to leave...to Dongdu...are you willing?Um? 】

Empress Wu's words jumped into Wan'er's mind without any warning, as well as her deep eyes and the expression of being sure to win.

Wan'er pursed her lips tightly.

Are you willing?

Reluctant.

More than just being reluctant, he has already begun to miss her uncontrollably.

The silk handkerchief covering the eyelids was slightly damp from the unsatisfactory liquid that oozed out.

Wan'er swung her arm violently, and wiped away the teardrops from the corner of her eyes with the back of her other hand——

She doesn't want to be like a resentful woman!

She hates herself like that!

Even if she misses that person so much that she can't help herself, she doesn't allow herself to surrender to her vulnerability.

She still has to wait for that person to stand in front of her again, and she wants to hear what she said to herself, what should have been said long ago.

Otherwise, she will never...never allow her to touch herself again!

Wan'er clenched her right fist.

A soft knock on the door came to my ears.

The sound was very soft, which showed how careful the person who knocked on the door was, for fear of disturbing the people in the house.

"Who?" Wan'er was drawn back and asked.

The person who knocked on the door outside the house was obviously relieved, and his tone seemed to be a little relieved: "My lady, you are a slave!"

Xiaorong's voice.

"Join—" Wan'er just said a word, and suddenly realized that she was not wearing a thread under the brocade quilt.

She panicked immediately, and hurriedly said "wait a minute" while pulling clothes on her body indiscriminately.

It was also fortunate that Xiao Rong didn't come in in a hurry because she didn't know whether she was ordered outside or because of other reasons. She hesitated for a while until Wan'er put on her clothes and let her in, and then she pushed carefully. Enter the door.

After entering the door, Xiao Rong immediately closed the door firmly, and when she turned back to face Wan'er, her head was lowered, her face almost buried in her chest.

Her reaction made Wan'er's face even redder.

Wan'er can imagine, before Empress Wu left, how she reprimanded this little servant girl and asked her to serve her well, not to be neglected in the slightest, and even her whole family would be held accountable if there was any mistake.

Imagining Empress Wu's appearance, Wan'er could only feel dumbfounded, a sweet and bitter taste surged in her chest.

"Is the lady taking a bath? The water is ready." Xiao Rong still didn't dare to look up.

When Wan'er heard the word "bath", the enthusiasm on her face became even more intense.

It was the first time in her life that she experienced this kind of situation, and because she was too embarrassed, she could only let out a soft "um".

Xiao Rong still didn't dare to look up, let alone glance around, but put the small tray in her hand on the table beside her.

"This is... Tianhou Empress asked... to let the lady... smear, smear the wound..." Xiao Rong stumbled.

wound?

Wan'er stared at the exquisite little porcelain bottle, and for a moment couldn't remember when she was injured.

It wasn't until she caught sight of Xiao Rong's state of embarrassment even more than herself from the corner of her eye that Wan'er suddenly realized: Last night, Empress Wu made a lot of mistakes, until she lost her sense of restraint...

Wan'er was aware of the strangeness of her own body, so wouldn't that mean she was injured?

This kind of injury...

Wan'er really wants to find a crack in the ground to drill, immediately!

Wan'er was relieved when Xiao Rong was sent away and she was left alone in the room again.

She was very glad that Empress Wu had to leave for Dongdu, otherwise, with that person's scoundrel, she would definitely pester her and personally apply... wound medicine to herself.

It's like forcing yourself to smear the kneeling injury on your knee...

But that's different!

There... there, how can it be touched by others at will?

Wan'er then had to resign herself to her fate with a sigh.

Wan'er can imagine what Empress Wu would say: "I haven't touched your body before? You belong to me, how can I not touch you?"

It's just so domineering and unreasonable!

She wants what she wants, just because she is afraid of losing and not getting it; she never thinks about what other people think in their hearts!

The more Wan'er thought about it, the angrier she became, but the more she thought about it, the more she missed her.

In this era, there is no high-speed rail, no airplanes, and from Chang'an to Luoyang, it takes an unknown number of days to travel by car or horse.

The road is far away, the mountains are high and the water is long, I miss it, but I can only miss it.

Wan'er felt sore in her heart, feeling uncomfortable.

She couldn't help raising her left wrist, looking at the silk handkerchief left by Empress Wu.

Empress Wu left her silk handkerchief and took away Wan'er's Buddhist beads. Does this count as leaving a missing object for each other?

When you miss the other person, seeing this object is like seeing the other person.

Empress Wu, would she really wear that string of Buddhist beads next to her body?Will she really miss herself, as much as she misses her?

Wan'er thought uncertainly.

Wan'er's fingertips caressed the five knots on the silk handkerchief.

One knot is not enough, why did she tie five knots?

You can imagine how hard it was to tie the last knot.

It's also because I couldn't tie it anymore, so I gave up, right?

Wan'er felt that Empress Wu's move was simply too childish.

She couldn't laugh or cry, her heart was sour and sweet, and she couldn't tell what it was like.

That person is using this method to tie his heart firmly, right?

Wan'er thought.

She has successfully tied her heart, but can she tie her heart?

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Li Qingzhao's lily essay "But for Qing's sake", cute little ones who like it, please collect it~

(In other words, in order to avoid real historical figures, Li Shuyu is Li Qingzhao, read "Shu Yu Ci". What I wrote is an overhead historical Lily essay, not a real historical figure, just sauce~)

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