If you want to enter the palace, you must first leave the palace

Zhu Yijun sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Bei Juse who was lying unconscious on the bed.At this time, his anger has dissipated quite a bit. When the imperial doctor treated Bei Juese's whip wound just now, he saw that Bei Juese's entire back was bloody and bloody. One piece is cloth which piece is meat.

It doesn't matter if you strike in a rage, if you strike harder, maybe Bei Juese will die under his own whip.Thinking of this, Zhu Yijun couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

The person on the bed moved slightly, and his eyes slowly opened.

Zhu Yijun quickly leaned over and asked, "Xiaobei, what do you think?"

Bei Juese's unfocused gaze met Zhu Yijun's face, and after he fully recovered his mind, he struggled to get up, but accidentally touched the wound on his back, causing him to cry out in pain.

Zhu Yijun held him down and said, "Don't move!"

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, Bei Juese broke the silence and said softly: "Your Majesty, please, don't let the princess go to make a kiss."

Zhu Yijun's face suddenly darkened, he looked directly at Bei Juese without saying a word.

Bei Juese looked at his cloudy face, met his eyes carefully, hesitated for a moment, but continued to say: "As long as the princess doesn't have to make a kiss, slave, slave can do anything."

Bei Juese's words were like throwing a few handfuls of salt on Zhu Yijun's broken heart.That person whom he has been pampering, loving and submissive would actually ignore his feelings at all and mercilessly hurt his heart again and again.

Zhu Yijun stared fixedly at Bei Jue Se for a while, finally showed a very gentle smile, and asked in a soft voice: "Should I ask the imperial sister what is the charm that makes you so desperate for her, or should I ask you What method did you use to seduce the princess?"

He grabbed Bei Juese's wrist and pulled him into his arms, pinched his chin and lifted his face, forcing him to meet his eyes, and said: "It's with your beauty, Sex? Or use your body? I really want to know how you serve the princess on the bed."

Bei Juese pushed Zhu Yijun away angrily, and shouted: "Please don't insult Jing'er!"

Jinger, Jinger, such an intimate title is enough to prove many facts!The forced smile on Zhu Yijun's face was gone, and his heart was broken, hurt, and disappointed.

That being the case, why do you need to care about his feelings?Why spoil him again?

The sadness in Zhu Yijun's eyes disappeared, replaced by a kind of indifference that Bei Juse had never seen before.

Bei Juese suddenly felt that Zhu Yijun in front of him looked very strange, so unfamiliar that he couldn't help but feel a kind of fear, and he couldn't help but backed away, trying to keep a safe distance from the person in front of him.

Zhu Yijun didn't let him have any retreat, pulled him back and pressed him on the bed, and roughly tore off the thin underwear on his body.

Bei Juese was shocked and resisted and struggled, Zhu Yijun whispered in his ear: "Didn't you say that you can do anything for the princess?"

These words made Bei Jue Se stop struggling.

Zhu Yijun looked at him coldly and said in a voice without any emotion: "If you can serve me to my satisfaction, I may consider not letting the imperial sister go to marry."

Bei Juese's body froze.He hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and lowered his head, slowly stretched out his hands and gently hooked Zhu Yijun's neck, and kissed him proactively.

Zhu Yijun pushed him away, slapped him across the face, and said with a sneer, "You're so mean!"

Bei Juese turned his face away to avoid his mocking ruthless gaze, closed his eyes and tightly shut his lips without saying a word.

Zhu Yijun forcibly turned his face away, and ordered: "Open your eyes and look at me!"