marry a tyrant

The liveliness and chaos of the banquet well covered the movement of the two leaving. Wen Linger, who was beside the emperor, kept watching them leave the table, and only found an excuse to leave the banquet.

Their movements one after the other seemed unobtrusive, but one of the princes silently observed the movement of the entire banquet.

This man put down his wine glass, looked in the direction where Ren Pingsheng and Wan Mohong left, and then looked in the direction where Wen Linger left.

"Is it true that the old relationship is unforgettable?" He muttered, got up and made an excuse to leave.

Wen Ling'er made an appointment in the stone pavilion on the rockery not far from the banquet building, this is the most secluded place around Taiping Lake, no one comes here except eunuchs on weekdays.

Ren Pingsheng looked at the vast Taiping Lake, which is the second largest artificial lake recorded in ancient history and the largest project in the imperial palace after the founding of the universe.

At that time, the emperor had just pacified the world, so he named the lake Taiping, hoping that the universe would be peaceful forever.

There is a breeze blowing on the surface of the lake, and there are waves of water. Weeping willows and various flowers and vegetation are planted by the lake, and there are lotus flowers near the shore. Walking by the lake is refreshing. Ren Pingsheng sighed that the ancient emperors would enjoy it.

"Are you here for fun?" Wan Mohong was already in a bad mood when he went to the banquet, but now that the woman who made him wear a cuckold dared to ask him out, his mood was naturally even worse.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he found that Ren Pingsheng was very chic, walking along the way, admiring the scenery and flowers, so leisurely.

Ren Pingsheng turned his eyes away from the beautiful scenery, patted Wan Mohong on the shoulder and said, "Look away."

Wan Mohong's face turned even darker, this unreliable guy, he slapped Ren Pingsheng's hand away, what's so interesting about this lake, he has been tired of living in the palace since he was a child.

Not long after they followed the maid to Shiting, Wen Linger appeared.

As soon as she saw Wan Mohong's words, she covered her face and wept.

"Your Highness, I was forced." Wen Ling'er was petite and beautiful, and when she cried, it was pear blossom and rainy. Which man would not feel distressed after seeing it.

It's a pity that she met Wan Mohong, his ex-husband, and Ren Pingsheng, who had been tortured by several sessions of students.

Watching her cry, Ren Pingsheng thought of the girls in his former class. In order not to run and practice, they really could find any excuses, and all kinds of crying scenes continued, this imperial concubine was worse than them many.

Wan Mohong, who had indifferent eyes, would not be swayed by her tears before, much less now.

"The imperial concubine's tears should be reserved for the emperor." Wan Mohong said with a sneer.

Wen Ling'er wiped away her tears, looked at Wan Mohong affectionately and said, "Ling'er has never forgotten Your Highness."

Although Ren Pingsheng didn't get goosebumps, he was very speechless. This imperial concubine is really bold, especially when she said this, she took a step forward as if she wanted to get closer to Wan Mohong.

"The imperial concubine respects herself." Ren Pingsheng grabbed Wan Mohong and looked at Wen Ling'er unkindly.

Wen Linger's expression was messed up for a moment, she thought that Wan Mohong and Ren Pingsheng were just acting, this arrogant prince could not even get into someone as beautiful as them, let alone a man.

"Let go of Your Highness." Wen Linger reprimanded.

Ren Pingsheng: "I'm afraid the imperial concubine has forgotten that the person in her arms is her wife, not His Highness anymore."

"How could Your Highness... how could you commit yourself to a man..." Wen Ling'er looked at Wan Mohong in disbelief, Wan Mohong couldn't stand this woman's pretentiousness long ago.

Following the posture of Ren Pingsheng hugging him, he put his head on his chest, grabbed Ren Pingsheng's clothes and said: "He is right, I hope the imperial concubine will not overstep, otherwise you and I will not look good."

Wen Linger took a few steps back, she remembered what the Queen Mother had ordered her to do.

If the crime of blasphemy against the imperial concubine cannot be pinned on Wan Mohong, the queen mother will definitely not make her feel better.

She finally became the imperial concubine, she must not fall short, so Wen Ling'er simply did not do anything and screamed endlessly.

"Come here..." she called out pretending to be frightened.

A stern look flashed in Wan Mohong's eyes, and he instantly understood what this woman wanted to do. He looked at Ren Pingsheng, and the two of them looked at each other and jumped into Taiping Lake without even thinking about it.

"Come—" Wen Ling'er's cry stopped abruptly, apparently frightened by the decisiveness of the two.

At this time, the guards finally ran over. Wen Linger was about to tear off her clothes, but the two jumped into the lake and forgot about it. Now that the guards came, she had no chance.

Her clothes and hairpins were intact, and those two fell into the lake. It was too far-fetched to say that she was molested.

Wen Ling'er listened to the Queen Mother's advice on everything, and was stunned for a moment when her plan was blocked.

The water in Taiping Lake was bone-chillingly cold, Ren Pingsheng only found out after jumping in that Wan Mohong couldn't swim.

Wan Mohong was surrounded by water, his mind went blank, he could only cling to Ren Pingsheng desperately, this was his only chance of survival.

The ancient robes are already loose, if you don't tear them off, you won't be able to swim up, Wan Mohong has lost consciousness after going back and forth.

Ren Pingsheng grabbed him and swam to the shore, those guards also came down to help, on the shore Ren Pingsheng hugged Wan Mohong and patted him on the back.

Wan Mohong coughed fiercely and spit out a lot of water, both of them were in a panic, Wan Mohong's face was pale without any blood.

"What happened?" the chief guard in the palace came over and asked.

Wen Linger came back to her senses and was about to speak when Ren Pingsheng snatched her first: "My fault, I drank too much wine and fell down. Madam jumped to save me."

The head of the guard looked hesitant, he glanced at Wen Linger, and Wen Linger said reluctantly with a green face, "I saw them in the lake, so I called someone here."

She had already lost her chance, and if she followed the original statement, not only would no one believe it, but the Queen Mother and the Emperor would be suspicious.

Wan Mohong's expression was weak, he couldn't swim because he also fell into Taiping Lake when he was a child and left a shadow.

Now in order to save his life, he will jump no matter how afraid he is. Today's shame will be repaid several times in the future.

"Can I still go?" Ren Pingsheng approached his ear and asked.

Wan Mohong regained consciousness only to find that his hands were still tightly gripping Ren Pingsheng's clothes, so tight that even his knuckles hurt, he would really save himself.

"Wan Mohong?" Ren Pingsheng frowned, why was Wan Mohong so dumb, wouldn't the water get into his head?

Wan Mohong let go of his hand and said, "I'll go by myself."

The chief guard reported the incident to the emperor, who was already drunk and laughed a few times, so he didn't care about it.

So he left the palace without even changing into a single piece of dry clothes. When he got into the carriage, a young servant suddenly walked over with the clothes in his hands and said, "My son is afraid that you two will catch a cold, so please don't dislike me, my lords."

Ren Pingsheng was puzzled: "Who is your young master?"

"It's the former fifth prince Wan Moyan." After the young man finished speaking, Wan Mohong lifted the curtain of the car and let Ren Pingsheng accept it.

Wan Moyan was the prince who left with them, he saw the whole thing, he naturally understood that it was the queen mother who wanted Wan Mohong's name.

The Empress Dowager detains them, the former princes, and procrastinates on entrusting them for the purpose of more centralization of power. Sooner or later, these people will become the souls of the Empress Dowager.

Now there is only hope for unity, and Wan Mohong was the closest person among them to the throne, so Wan Moyan wanted to make friends with him, the third brother.

"Thank you, son, for me." Now that the emperor father is dead, his brothers who don't even have enfeoffments even lose the title of prince.

After the servant left, the two changed into their clothes. Ren Ping was full of vigor, and he used to take part in winter swimming in winter, but this body is even better, so there is nothing wrong with him.

But he found that Wan Mohong was not like this, his hair was still wet, and although he had changed into dry clothes, his body was still shaking slightly.

"This one is for you too." Ren Pingsheng only wore a white inner coat, and threw the outer clothes to Wan Mohong.

Wan Mohong accepted it unceremoniously. It is late autumn and winter is coming, so it must be very cold.

Ren Pingsheng told the carriage to drive faster, Wan Mohong sneezed a few times, but his face was still bloodless.

Leaning his head against the wall of the car, he felt more and more severe cold, and his mind was a little unconscious, as if something was wrapped around his head, even Ren Pingsheng's voice was a little farther away.

"Wan Mohong..." When he was about to get home, Ren Pingsheng noticed that Wan Mohong's pale face had turned red.

He stretched out his hand, it was really hot, Wan Mohong turned his head away: "Don't touch me."

"That's really not good." Ren Pingsheng must keep warm when suffering from the wind and cold, so he simply grabbed Wan Mohong's waist and hugged him directly into his arms.

"Let go..." Wan Mohong said weakly.

Ren Pingsheng didn't listen to him, squeezed together and it really warmed up a lot. When he arrived at Ren's house, Wan Mohong was completely confused.

He felt himself being hugged, and soon touched the soft quilt, his body was scorching hot, but he still felt cold.

Ren Pingsheng asked someone to invite a doctor, who packed Wan Mo's chest tightly, and then went to take a hot bath by himself.

The doctor prescribed a prescription, and after the servants boiled the medicine, Ren Pingsheng was worried, so he personally hugged the person and fed it.

"Bitter..." Wan Mohong frowned as the medicine was bitter, Ren Pingsheng looked very funny.

"You have to drink bitterness, or you will become a fool." It is not uncommon to be a fool with a fever, especially in ancient times when medical treatment was underdeveloped.

"You're a fool..." Wan Mohong retorted, at this time he was a bit cute, although his mouth was still unforgiving, but his behavior was much more pleasing to the eye.

After feeding the medicine, Ren Pingsheng was going to get up, but Wan Mohong's clothes were caught by Wan Mohong. Wan Mohong's expression was fragile and his eyes were pitiful. Ren Pingsheng is a person who is easy to soften his heart.

So someone broke the medicine bowl and continued to sit down, Wan Mohong felt relieved and fell asleep.

But Wan Mohong, who was asleep, was not stable at all. Sometimes he talked in his sleep, cried and screamed, and sometimes moved uneasily.

Ren Pingsheng, who is like an old lady, has been taking care of him until the ancestor sweats.

In the middle of the night, Ren Pingsheng was already tired, so he put out the candle and went to bed and fell asleep.

The next day, Wan Mohong woke up early, and when he woke up, he found that there was an arm on his waist, and his hand was still attached to his lower abdomen. He was startled at first, and then he found himself wrapped in Ren Pingsheng's arms.

Because of yesterday's disturbance, his inner coat was left open, Wan Mohong grabbed the clothes, kicked Ren Pingsheng off the bed without thinking.

"lecher!"

Ren Pingsheng felt a pain in his buttocks, and suddenly opened his eyes, he saw Wan Mohong staring at him with his clothes gathered and hair disheveled.

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