Sweet Beauty

On the couch, the beauty's eyes were slightly closed, and between the black eyelashes, crystal clear teardrops oozing out, sliding down the corners of the eyes one after another, hiding in the temples, like dewy flowers, I feel pity.

Liu Xiu's heart trembled slightly, sour and numb. While brushing away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she patiently called her boudoir name, hoping that she would be more obedient. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how softly he apologized, or promised love and pity, she could not respond at all.

He was frustrated and annoyed for a while, and the two drunken and poisoned beauties floated in his mind, and he suddenly felt unwilling to take revenge.

He stood up abruptly, walked to the outside in a chaotic manner, urged his maid to take a pot of aged wine, filled a large glass by himself, embraced the bewildered Ah Shu, and poured it down one bite at a time, making her cheeks glow, and her charm was born. Fang contentedly put down the wine glass.

At first, Ah Shu only bit her lip and closed her eyes. Although she was gentle and obedient and did not resist, she was always reluctant to teach him to show any emotion. That seemed to be her bottom line. No matter how fake it is, it must not fall into the mud.

But he actually poured her wine!

She sobbed and pushed back, but she didn't prevent him from taking a sip and feeding herself, which made her dizzy and hot, like a small boat in the ocean, blurred and swaying, afraid of falling into the turbulent waves at any time. He had to firmly hold on to the only life-saving straw beside him, and he went up and down with the waves, suddenly pushed to the top of the wave, and suddenly fell into the trough.

Under the dim and hazy light, I didn't know how long I was entangled, until Ah Shu was no longer charming and indifferent, and completely disarmed. By the light, I looked closely at her sweaty and tired face.

He had been thinking about the beauty for a long time, and once he tasted it, it seemed to be more satisfying than expected and could not stop.

He had been married to this woman for several months and slept in the same bed every day. He couldn't even understand how he would be willing to be a gentleman for so long without overstepping the slightest. Until now, he has firmly shackled people, and Fang feels at ease.

Now that she has it all for herself, she shouldn't think about leaving anymore, right?

He gradually relieved himself, and while she was drowsy, he coaxed in a low voice, "I'll be leaving in three days... My dear, Shu, stay in the palace and wait for me to return victoriously, okay?"

He was full of confidence, just waiting for her drowsy and tired nod to respond, but unexpectedly, the woman who was unable to open her eyes just now raised her head, originally opened her eyes suddenly, the chaos in her eyes has not faded, and she subconsciously shook her head: "No, Your Majesty, I'm going back to Handan..."

That look of helpless resistance and full of begging made Liu Yu's whole body stiff, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water over his head, and his enthusiasm turned into smoke and dispersed, replaced by a thick frustration that could not be swayed.

She was always gentle and gentle and never argued with him. Now that she is determined to leave, she must have been deeply hurt by what happened yesterday.

As a man, he really failed a bit. He didn't even dare to rely on his wife wholeheartedly, and only wanted to return to Handan.

Guilt hits like a mountain.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the woman in his arms tightly, his hands on her snow-white skin tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, his eyes were facing each other, and finally he was silently defeated, sighing and compromising: "Then then I'll go after I return from the expedition."

In the end, she has been away from home for a long time. She is less than seventeen years old. It is understandable to miss her relatives, and it is okay to stay for a while.

He suppressed the guilt in his heart, the inexplicable reluctance and struggle, let go of his hands in a slump, turned around angrily and melancholy, stared at the top of the bed, and was unable to fall asleep.

On the other hand, Ah Shu, who was beside him, was satisfied because he finally got his permission, and completely relaxed, closed his eyes and fell asleep, even the corners of his lips seemed to have a smile.

Liu Yu became more and more irritable, so he put on his clothes and got up, first blew out most of the candles, and then paced back and forth in the house, still unable to calm down. The boxes at the corner of the wall were like needles, stabbing him in the heart from time to time, stabbing and itching.

He turned around and glanced at the woman who was still deep asleep between the bunks, unaware.

He really wanted to see how many things this woman took, and whether she really planned to stay in Handan and never come back.

The box is full of her clothes, which are available all year round. Even the rouge flower oil and hairpin jewelry in the makeup box have also been put in most of them.

Weird Road has a full seven boxes!

Liu Yu was messing around with the neatly arranged clothes, feeling ashamed and hated in his heart, but suddenly he came from the bottom of the box, a soft snow-white fox fur, and felt a hard object the size of a palm. He lifted it up, slid out along the thick fluff, and Gululu rolled to the ground and stopped at his feet.

It was a dark brown earthenware bottle with a wooden stopper on the top and a rough word for "Witch" engraved on the bottom, which was very familiar.

He bent down to pick it up, held the pottery bottle in his palm and weighed it carefully, and after looking at it for a while, he suddenly remembered that this object was exactly the same as the pottery bottle containing the antidote sent by Liu An last night!

But yesterday, the antidote had clearly been fed to Zhao Ji, but the bottle at the moment was still full.

Could it be that the person who instigated Zheng Nv was actually Zhao Ji?

He thought about it for a moment, and then immediately rejected the idea. She has no reason to take such a big setback and risk tarnishing herself to make such a decision.

Then why does she have this?

An absurd thought suddenly came to mind.

Liu Xiu's expression became more and more stern, and without noticing, he squeezed several cracks in the pottery bottle in his hand, and the thick concoction gradually seeped out and flowed into his slender fingers, exuding a strong smell that persisted for a long time.

She knew that Zheng Nu's plot was well prepared, but she didn't expose it, let alone tell him. Instead, she took the plan and fell into the trap, making him feel guilty for the past two days. What else could it be for?

Naturally, he wanted him to let her go back to Handan justifiably because of his guilt and soft-heartedness, and stay away from him from now on!

In the past two days, she was afraid that she would see his guilt and contradiction, secretly proud of him, and laughed at him fiercely!

Liu Yu laughed in anger, resisted the urge to throw the pottery bottle out of his hand and smashed it, rushed into the room to ask angrily, took a deep breath, threw the pottery bottle on the desk, and strode away.

…

Liu Yanshou and Liu An had already left, and they returned to Zhending first. At the moment, only Zheng Donglan remained in the letter palace, waiting for her father, Zheng Xu, who lived in the inn, to bring her into the Wuzhu Temple the next day.

Because the matter involved King Xiao and the queen, it was not appropriate to announce it to the outside world. Liu Yu specially assigned Fan Xiao to take charge of the matter. At present, he was leading the guards to guard outside the palace where Zheng Nv lived, and he did not dare to relax.

The long night was silent, there was silence everywhere, and even the people in the palace stopped moving.

In the darkness, a petite figure suddenly stuck out his head from behind the porch, pressed his throat and called "Brother Fan", calling Fan Xiao to him.

"Azhao, it's getting late at night, why are you here? The king has already ordered that no one is allowed to approach Zheng Ji again." Fan Xiao sent the guards elsewhere before approaching, and took Liu Zhao to a more hidden place, frowning. asked.

Liu Zhao knocked on the tightly closed window frame and said, "I was grounded by Brother A for the past two days, so I managed to come out at night, and no one else told me what happened, so I came to ask Alan personally. Why would you blame me for something like that?"

Fan Xiao had a headache for a while, and was about to persuade her to leave, but Ms. Zheng in the room heard the sound, and pushed the window lattice away a little, and when she turned her eyes, she saw Liu Zhao.

Liu Zhao took two steps forward, stared at Zheng Donglan, who had been haggard and lost his face after only a day or two through the faint light, and said in surprise, "Alan, you—how did you become like this?"

It's good not to say this, but when he said it, it hit Zheng Donglan's sore spot.

Once she was bewitched by others and went wrong, she would be abandoned by her relatives. From then on, she entered the temple alone and had a miserable end. Naturally, day and night, she felt remorse and resentment, and she didn't think about tea and rice. The noble and dignified woman who used to be the protagonist's daughter in the past.

Facing Liu Zhao who was still ignorant but unscathed at this moment, Zheng Donglan couldn't help hating and angering, she screamed sternly, and rushed out of the window with red eyes, like a female ghost: "Liu Zhao, your brothers and sisters hurt me. It's so miserable, how can you still have the face to see me?"

"Alan—" Liu Zhao didn't want her to look like this, so scared that he even forgot to dodge. Fortunately, Fan Xiao's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he blocked the person with a palm. He slammed into the house and crashed into the window lattice. He ordered the guards to call more robust servants to enter, and after strict guarding, he led Liu Zhao away.

Liu Zhao was in shock, clutching Fan Xiao's sleeve tightly, shaking his head and saying, "When did I hurt her? It was clearly she who killed me. Now, others are talking about my vicious thoughts and wanting to hurt Zhao Ji! I admit that I don't. Hi Zhao Ji, but—things like that..."

Fan Xiao frowned, the news of the past few days has clearly been blocked, and I don't know where she heard it.

"Azhao, it's time for you to take it easy."

When Liu Zhao heard this, he jumped up as if someone had stepped on his tail, and said with red eyes, "Brother Fan, why are you talking about me? Are you, like your brother, confused by Zhao Ji? As if remembering something, she suddenly wiped away her tears and said firmly, "It must be like this, when I entered the letter capital that day, I saw it, and Zhao Ji's eyes are different! You guys, see you all. Forgetfulness!"

She spoke in a loud voice, so Fan Xiao quickly stretched out his hand to cover her mouth, looked around, and saw that no one was relieved, and said solemnly: "Azhao, you can't talk nonsense, if what you said just now gets out, I will Suffered!"

Zhao Ji is beautiful, he is really impressed, but other than that, he has no other thoughts.

If someone with a heart would hear it, wouldn't they take the opportunity to separate him from the king?

Liu Zhao knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he didn't dare to say any more, and followed Fan Xiao back to the house in a dejected manner.

Fan Xiao sent people away, went and returned, but suddenly saw the guards hurried to report: "When General Cai left, Zheng Nv had swallowed gold in the house and committed suicide."

Fan Xiao was stunned, ignoring the strangeness, and hurriedly ordered someone to report to Liu Yu.

As soon as he left, Zheng's daughter died, which was too coincidental.

The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Lemon; 2 bottles of millet;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!