No matter how the ruler treated the people, Bi Wan was at least a country without foreign aggression. The people's lives were not too difficult. The reason for this was that Ancestor Wen Lanfeng was behind it, so no one dared to attack Bi Wan for the time being. Of course, ordinary people didn't know who Wen Lanfeng was. Only a few high-ranking officials of Bi Wan Nation knew who he was.
However, because of the death of Bi Wan's emperor, the whole country seemed to be in deep mourning, with white mourning everywhere. Although the emperor had passed away, the country still needed a successor. Thus, Crown Prince Wen Hao naturally inherited the throne and became the new emperor of Bi Wan.
Outside the 'Filial Bedchamber', white banners covered the sky and the earth, and mournful wails could be heard everywhere. The coffin of the late emperor was in the center of the palace. The new emperor, Wen Hao, and his mother knelt on three soft cushions below. The last one was empty, and no one knew who it was for. Behind him was a group of the late emperor's concubines, each of them wearing mourning clothes and weeping. Whether or not they really missed the late emperor, their grief was real. With the late emperor gone, they, who often competed with the empress for favor, might not have a good life in the future. The day of the new emperor's reckoning was not far away.
The eyes of the former empress, now the empress dowager, were red and swollen. She glanced at the empty cushion to the left of the emperor from time to time, unable to hide the anger in her expression. In addition, she had knelt for so long that she was about to fall. Emperor Wen Hao reacted quickly and supported her. He asked anxiously, "Mother, are you tired?"
The eunuch of the Department of Rites did not dare to be negligent and hurried over to help, "The empress dowager is not feeling well. Your servant will help her to rest for a while."
The empress dowager stubbornly pushed the two away and stared at the empty cushion on the left. She said angrily, "Where is Qing 'er? On this mourning day for her father, does she still not change her playful nature? "
The emperor immediately gave the eunuch a look. The eunuch understood that the new emperor was protecting his sister and did not want the empress dowager to hurt her health. He said with a sorrowful face, "Due to the death of the late emperor, the princess is too sad and hurt her body. It is inconvenient for her to kneel for a long time, so she is staying in the 'Green Scent Palace' to observe mourning. She is not as playful as you think."
When the Empress Dowager heard this, the anger on her face gradually disappeared and was replaced by a trace of worry. The Emperor immediately said to the eunuch of the Department of Rites, "Go and see how the Princess is. Don't let anything happen to her."
"Yes!" The eunuch hurriedly retreated in fear and trepidation.
Inside Wenqing Palace, the guards and palace maids all performed their duties with white filial piety. In the princess's bedroom, white mourning clothes were thrown on the ground, as well as women's undergarments. Panting and moaning could be heard coming from the brocade mattress on the side. A man and a woman were naked together. The man was carrying two smooth legs and was violently pounding them as if he was madly venting. The sound of slapping echoed in the entire dormitory …
After the deed, the man heaved a sigh of relief and slowly fell to the side. A head of silky black hair slid to the side of the pillow, revealing its true appearance. It was none other than Yan Zhuixing. The woman whose face was flushed red after her orgasm was the princess of Bi Wan Nation, Wen Qing …
Wen Qing, whose cheeks were still flushed, suddenly burst into tears. She threw herself onto Yan Zhuixing's body and punched his chest forcefully with her delicate fists. Yan Zhuixing's eyes were indifferent and indifferent as he allowed her to hit him with all her might.
Her waving fists gradually lost strength. Wen Qing buried her head in Yan Zhuixing's chest and wailed at the top of her lungs, "You're not human, you're not human … I'm a bad woman, I'm an unfilial daughter, how could I do this to you at a time like this …" During the pleasure in bed, she felt extremely comfortable because of the orgasm, but after waking up from it, she blamed herself deeply and felt extremely conflicted.
Outside Wenqing Palace, the eunuch of the Department of Rites had just arrived when he faintly heard Wen Qing's heart-wrenching cries. He couldn't help but sigh in relief. He thought to himself, this is indeed the deep love between father and daughter. No wonder she was the most beloved daughter of the late Emperor. This is a cry that comes from the bottom of her heart!
Just as he was about to step through the gates of Wenqing Palace, the guard at the gates suddenly waved his arm to stop him. The eunuch of the Department of Rites was startled and immediately shouted, "I'm here on the orders of the new Emperor to visit the Princess. Back off."
He thought he could scare him off, but the other side said expressionlessly, "The Princess is too sad and doesn't want to see anyone. Eunuch, please go back!"
"How dare you! You dare to disobey the Emperor's orders! "The eunuch of the Department of Rites was furious. He had the Emperor's orders, but someone dared to stop him. However, the other party was truly bold. With a clang, a long knife was unsheathed and a cold light flashed in front of the gates. The guard said in a low voice, "The Princess has orders. Anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy!"
The eunuch of the Department of Rites was so frightened by the blade that he took a few steps back. He pointed at the guard and said, "You, you, you," for a long time. He really couldn't understand. Could it be that this guard's head had been kicked by a donkey? Could it be that he couldn't distinguish between the Princess and the Emperor's orders? In the end, he had no choice but to leave with a flick of his sleeve …
Yan Zhuixing, who was lying on the bed, heard everything clearly. The guards and servants of Wenqing Palace were all controlled by his demonic eyes. He had nothing to worry about. Seeing that the matter was over, his cold eyes stared at the hipster who was crying on top of him. He waved his arm and pushed her to the side of the bed, wanting to get up.
The still crying hipster was slightly startled. As if she had woken up from a dream, her naked body jumped up and knelt on the brocade couch. She hugged Yan Zhuixing tightly. Yan Zhuixing turned around indifferently and said, "Didn't you say that I'm not a human? Why are you still hugging me? "
"I …" The hipster paused. Then, with red eyes, she shook her head desperately and said, "I was wrong. I won't scold you anymore. You … Where are you going?"
"Where I go has nothing to do with you. Let go!" Yan Zhuixing said indifferently.
"I won't let go." The hipster hugged him even tighter. Back then, when she disguised herself as a man and met Yan Zhuixing, she was deeply attracted by his speech and elegant demeanor. He was many times better than the nobles around her. However, after they parted in a hurry, she didn't see him again. After that, she searched the entire Lan City but didn't find any news about Yan Zhuixing. His accidental appearance opened her heart, but he disappeared without a trace, leaving her with endless melancholy.
After that, because she had reached the age of marriage, the emperor had been looking for a husband for her. She used Yan Zhuixing as the standard and eliminated batch after batch of people that she didn't like. However, at the moment when her father passed away, when she was heartbroken, Yan Zhuixing magically appeared by her side again. This made her believe that her father knew from the underworld and fulfilled her long-cherished wish.
However, this time, Yan Zhuixing seemed to be a different person. After spending a short time together, he forced her to be his woman. He didn't show any pity in bed. It seemed that he had something unhappy in his heart and was venting it on her. He didn't care if she was dead or alive. It made her heart go through a thousand twists and turns …
But no matter what, his hesitant heart finally had a place to look forward to. Even if she resented him or hated him, she had given her body to him. She was determined to be his woman for the rest of her life. But now, seeing him like this, it seemed that he was going to leave her again. How could she let him go?
"I beg you, don't leave me!" Wen Qing hugged Yan Zhuixing tightly with her attractive naked body. The original arrogance and unruliness had disappeared. Her face was full of the expression of begging and extravagant hope. The death of her father had already hurt her heart. At this time, her heart was as fragile as a window paper. If Yan Zhuixing took her body and abandoned her, she couldn't imagine how she could live.
Suddenly, Yan Zhuixing turned her over on the bed without warning. He dragged her white and tender thighs over, lay down suddenly, and forcibly entered her body. Then he crazily sprinted again. The huge force almost made Wen Qing's skeleton fall apart. The tearing pain almost made her suffocate, but she still bit her lips and forced a smile to please him …
After the raging wind and rain, Yan Zhuixing lay quietly on one side. Wen Qing next to him seemed to be dead, and her body was motionless. After a long time, Yan Zhuixing stood quietly under the bed, and Wen Qing's weak plea came from behind him, "Don't leave me."
Yan Zhuixing slowly turned around, and Wen Qing's lifeless eyes showed a pleading look. She stretched out her pale hand powerlessly, as if she was grasping a life-saving straw. She murmured and begged, "Don't leave me." Her outstretched hand suddenly fell down softly. Her eyes slowly closed, and her head tilted to one side powerlessly.
The helpless eyes seemed to regard him as the only dependence in this life. The sincere, powerless, and absolute dependence made Yan Zhuixing, who had been hiding and running for his life, tremble all over. His blood was instantly ignited to boil. At this moment, he suddenly understood that not everyone in this world wanted to kill him or make use of him. There was such a woman who really loved him. She was naked and very frank and needed him to rely on her, without any selfish thoughts.
The faint smell of blood filled the room. Yan Zhuixing's eyes that had turned from cold to soft suddenly shrank. His gaze fell on her lower body, and the dark red blood was soaking the bed. Yan Zhuixing's cold expression suddenly became terrified. He, who was used to seeing blood, couldn't help but tremble. He shouted helplessly, "Wen Qing."
After that, he seemed to realize that he had to save Wen Qing. He took out the elixir from the storage bag on the ground and flashed to the bed. He quickly pointed at Wen Qing's acupoints to stop the bleeding. After stopping the bleeding, he immediately helped Wen Qing sit up. He put a spirit pill into her mouth and sat cross-legged behind her. He placed his palms on Wen Qing's back and desperately injected demonic essence to help her recover. Looking at his anxious and somewhat crazy appearance, it was hard to believe that this person was really Yan Zhuixing.
Wen Qing, who was almost pulled away by the god of death, began to breathe again. Yan Zhuixing snatched her back from the hands of the god of death. At this time, Yan Zhuixing finally let out a sigh of relief. He gently picked up Wen Qing and kicked away the blood-stained blanket. He pulled a clean blanket over Wen Qing and placed her on the bed. He carefully stuffed a pillow under her head …
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