The King of Jing An and his Royal Highness, Zhao Xun, had personally escorted them to the Xiangfan city gate. He had gone up the fishing platform and watched them leave. Only then did he take a retainer and make a detour to the private residence where the beauty was hidden. Other than the canary, there was only one servant girl and two old nannies. There was no one else idle, not even half a man. Zhao Xun pushed open the door and entered. He immediately felt relaxed and happy. This place was far from the grandeur of the Jing An Palace. It was only a courtyard with two entrances, but in the eyes of the Heir Apparent, it was a paradise on earth that he had found with great difficulty. That strictly ordered prince's manor, that Buddhist hall where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was worshipped, every flower, every blade of grass, every brick, every tile, exuded a gloomy aura that the older he grew, the more unbearable it was. It was suffocating. The man closest to him was so scheming that even his son, Zhao Xun, did not dare to guess. Zhao Xun resented this man for not ruthlessly killing him back then, sitting on the dragon throne and wearing the dragon robe. He was even more afraid of this man's silent back when he ate vegetarian and chanted Buddhist prayer beads. But what worried His Royal Highness the most was why this man had married her. He did not know how to cherish her after marrying her. The husband and wife actually treated each other with respect as cold as ice. When there was something going on, they treated each other like soldiers. It was truly a great irony.
Zhao Xun took a deep breath of the unique fresh air of the small courtyard. This place was filled with orchids. These flowers were her favorite. This noble Wangfei was inferior to the prostitutes in Xiangguo Alley. In a year, she only had two opportunities to leave the city. Both times, she went to look at the reeds. In spring, she would look at the green shoots of the reeds. In autumn, she would look at the old reeds as the wind blew like snow. Pei Nanwei, Pei Nanwei. Just because her name had the word 'reed' in it, she liked to look at the most boring, tedious, and weak reeds?
The woman that His Royal Highness raised like a kitten or puppy in the courtyard had been stripped of her name from the first day she came in. Zhao Xun naturally liked her mutton-fat, jade-like body. When he held her in his arms, she had the charm of being warm in winter and cool in summer. But what truly made him crazy was her attitude. When Zhao Xun saw her and respectfully said that Shang'er had come to greet him, she just snorted coldly and haughtily, and Zhao Xun's bones immediately lightened. They were too similar. Zhao Xun gave a sinister smile and scolded, "You whore, Pei Nanwei. Who asked you to pretend to be virtuous in front of me?" Then, without another word, he rushed up and tore apart her clothes that were exactly the same as Pei Nanwei's. He carried her to the large bed in the inner residence and fiercely whipped her. After making love, Zhao Xun returned to normal. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and enjoyed the fake wangfei's kneading of his shoulders. He said regretfully, "Your skin and figure are still a bit lacking. Normally, your voice is almost authentic. But once you're in bed, it's still a fly in the ointment. Be more careful next time. If you're still exposed like this the next time …"
The woman sitting on the bed used a nasal voice to make a sound of acknowledgment. Zhao Xun raised his head and glanced at her. He grabbed her silky hair and pressed her head under his crotch. He said darkly and violently, "Good Wei 'er, I've missed your little mouth so much that I've gone crazy!"
Two bodies entwined in pleasure. Zhao Xun put on an outer robe and lay on the sandalwood floor under the eaves of the room. He quietly looked at a string of wind chimes that didn't move even though there was no wind. At this time, the King of Jing An's Shizi was really like a gentle and kind young master. He was aloof from worldly affairs, harmless, and had a scholarly temperament. The fake wangfei knelt beside Zhao Xun and accompanied this madman to look at the wind chimes. In reality, when Zhao Xun was quiet and silent, he was a very amiable young man. She saw that he was in a daze and then had the chance to look at the handsome face that was said to be ninety percent similar to the King of Jing An's. Zhao Xun stared at the elegant wind chimes that were made from a string of broken jade pieces. He laughed softly and said, "Is it beautiful? She will never look at me like this in this lifetime. She doesn't even look at my father, much less me, a shizi who doesn't even have a hereditary title. "
The King of Jing An closed his eyes in His Royal Highness and murmured, "I really envy those commoners."
Zhao Xun left. Before he left, he slapped her across the face. The reason was that she had peeked at him under the eaves. The fake wangfei, whose cheeks were red and swollen, carefully lay down where the shizi had been. She didn't hold a trace of hatred. She just looked up at the wind chimes like him. The sound of the wind chimes was ethereal and pleasing to the ear. She suddenly sat up and looked at an old man who was sitting on the railing. She was filled with respect from the bottom of her heart. She had been shocked by the King of Jing An's shizi. When she first entered the small courtyard, she had been whipped many times. If she did anything wrong, she would be slapped across the face. When she went to bed, she was humiliated in all sorts of ways. However, she wasn't afraid of any of this. Sometimes, when she hugged His Royal Highness and listened to him sob in the dead of night, she would feel a kind of sadness. Only the old man in front of her, who had never been rough, made her fear him to the bone.
The old man, who had been elusive all these years, asked softly, "Have you fallen in love with this pitiful creature born in a noble family?"
The fake wangfei crawled on the ground, her delicate body trembling.
The old man smiled faintly and said, "No matter. That Zhao Xun isn't an idiot. If you don't give him some sincerity, he will get tired of you sooner or later."
Kneeling on the ground, she was finally able to breathe. She raised her head and looked with puzzlement at the old man who was half immortal and half demon to her. She said that he was an immortal, that he calculated everything. Almost every step of Zhao Xun's was within the old man's expectations. But the more it was like this, the more she felt terrified. She had originally imitated Princess Pei better, but the old man didn't allow it. He only told her to act more skillfully each time. Thinking about it now, she finally understood that if she had acted perfectly from the beginning, the King of Jing An shizi wouldn't have been willing to come here so often. Was the old man's skill at manipulating people's hearts to the point of perfection? What kind of person would scheme so hard against a vassal king?
The old man looked at the string of broken jade wind chimes. He had asked the fake wangfei to hang them. Sure enough, Zhao Xun liked them very much. He liked them beyond imagination.
The old man chuckled softly and said, "Up, down, left, right, I am hollow. No matter east, west, north, south, or east, they all say the same. Ding ding dong ding dong."
The fake wangfei didn't dare to speak.
The old man stood up and smiled. "Whether you and that poor fool's luck is good or bad depends on today. It's a pity you can't see it. "
The old man left with his hands behind his back. Before he left, he indifferently left behind a prophecy. "In the future, when you see the furious King of Jing An, just try your best to put in a good word for Zhao Xun. Maybe it will save your life."
The fake wangfei was stupefied.
The wind blew again, and the wind chimes rang again.
Ding ding dong dong ding ding ding dong.
There was no longer any otherworldly feeling, only a murderous aura.
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Mount Wudang was lively because a bastard had come.
This bastard came from Mount Longhu and was tolerated. But he actually fought with the young martial granduncle who was expected to be the leader. How was it? Were you beaten?
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