"Jiuyin, go back with me, okay?" He didn't ask her to forgive, but asked her to give him a chance to make up for it.

After last night, he would never be able to let go of her in his life.

From then on, his life belongs to her. No matter whether she needs it now or whether she is willing to forgive him in this life, this is his promise to her, and it will never change throughout her life.

Although he didn't know what happened last night and why he lost his mind, the harm had been caused. Now he couldn't make up for anything he said, so he could only pay it back for his whole life.

Jiuyin still didn't say anything, but just pulled up the brocade and wrapped it around him, with his back facing him.

"I don't want to say sorry." Looking at her slender back, his voice as if from the sky, distant and ethereal: "Because I don't regret it, and I'm even grateful."

Jiuyin closed her eyes hard and pressed down tears that were almost thrusting out of her eyes.

Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything anymore, but just looked at her quietly. After a while, he reached out and took her into his arms without hesitation and hugged her hard.

She didn't struggle, she was rare docile.

It was a very strange situation. He forced her, but she couldn't hate him...

When the palm of my palm touched this delicate body, the scenes that rushed wildly on her body last night returned to my mind, and my consciousness became a little weaker in an instant.

He tightened his five fingers slightly, and his fingertips stroked her smooth skin inch by inch. There were traces of his accidental twist on his head, piece by piece, thin and dense, accusing his impulse and cruelty.

At this moment, she was still docile in his arms, but he knew very well that her heart was too far away for him to catch him at all.

"Jiuyin..."

"You... go." He knew that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly even speak.

She still closed her eyes, as if she didn't even want to look at him more.

"Jiuyin..."

"I don't hate you, really." She shook her thick eyelashes, looked up at him, and smiled bitterly: "But in the future, I don't want to see you again. Qingcheng, let me have a way out, please."

His palm tightened in an instant, like his heart.

She didn't hate him, but she was unwilling to forgive him.

But he really didn't know why he was like that, and he really didn't think about hurting her.

The pain just flashed in his eyes, and in the end, he let her go.

Jiuyin retreated from him and retreated to a soft corner. She watched him turn down from the couch, pick up the clothes on the ground and put them on her body one by one, and also watched him leave step by step, leave the dormitory, or leave her life.

Whether it is love or hate, everything should be over.

The heavy footsteps stopped by the door. Jiuyin buried her face between her knees, and did not think about it or pay attention to it. When he left here, the two of them would not be entangled from now on.

The sound of the door being pulled open immediately sounded. She didn't know whether she was resentful, hated, or in pain, but she knew that her heart was torn apart for no reason, and it was bloody.

Just when she thought Zhan Qingcheng would open the door and leave, she heard his low and desolate voice still standing by the door: "Even if you hate me, I will never let go in this life. Jiuyin, you are my person, you will be for the rest of your life."

When Jiuyin was so shocked that she raised her hazy eyes to look at him, he had already left the bedroom, and what caught his eyes was the closed door and the empty room.

Pain, entanglement, contradiction, uneasiness, and in the end it is just a faint calmness. Everything has passed, or things have just begun today.

Even though Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything, she seemed to have seen too much in his eyes. She just couldn't figure out what happened to him last night.

She dragged her heavy body and flipped off the soft couch. When her feet fell to the ground, her body felt so sore that she almost couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

This rough God of War!

The chaos of last night kept flashing in her mind. She couldn't tell what she felt like now. She was pressed under her body and kept asking for it, as if she had walked in hell. She was so glad that she was still alive.

Last night, he was like he was ignorant. Everything he did was driven entirely by emotions. His awkward and primitive actions really made her doubt whether this man had ever touched a woman in more than 20 years.

And she was able to remain so calm after being forced by others, and even smiled calmly, she could be considered a top-notch person.

If Feng Chenye knew about what happened last night, would he be so angry that he slapped her to death?

I don’t know what mentality I am now, whether I am throwing my jar or suddenly feeling distracted. I feel depressed for too long. If I continue like this, I will only hurt the child in my belly.

The little hand fell on his abdomen unconsciously, feeling the life inside that he could not feel clearly. I imagined that Zhan Qingcheng had no skills at all last night, and only knew that he was constantly asking for the rudeness of constantly rushing, and he was still so scared.

Fortunately, there is no other feeling in her body except that sourness. The child is very stable in her belly, and there is nothing to do with such a struggle.

She let out a light breath, picked up the torn clothes on the ground, went back to the closet to open the wardrobe, and casually took out a set of clothes to put them on her body.

She put on her clothes and sat down in front of the dressing table. She picked up the bronze mirror and looked at the face of the person in the mirror, and her neck that was originally delicate but now covered with bruises. Looking at the traces that were entangled, she felt complicated and pulled her collar and quietly covered all the evidence of guilt.

After putting down the bronze mirror in her hand, she stood up and walked towards the yard.

Sure enough, there was a strange aura floating in the air in the yard that was almost inauspicious. Everything last night was probably even more complicated than she could imagine...

The breeze blows quietly, brushing a strand of her hair. Looking at the shadow pulled out by the morning light on the ground, Jiuyin only feels the loneliness and loneliness she has never felt before at this moment.

Looking up at the east sky, a red sun gradually rose, the dawn was dewed, and the light shone on the earth... It was dawn.

...

When Ruhua got up, she found that it was already dawn. She hurriedly packed herself up and rushed out of the room, intending to go to Jiuyin's dormitory to serve her. When she didn't want to come out, she looked up and saw the plain white figure under the pavilion in the front yard.

She was slightly stunned, then rushed over, hurriedly came to her, looked at her silent back and said uneasy: "I'm sorry, girl, I...I'm getting up late today."

Jiuyin put the two pendants she had just held in her hand and put them back into her clothes. She looked back at her and smiled and said, "You never got up so late. What happened to you last night?"

Ruhua was stunned. She didn't even know what was going on. She rubbed her sour forehead and said helplessly: "I don't know if she has been rushing for the past few days. She is indeed a little tired. She always feels that her body is a little heavy."

"What about yesterday? Was it the same yesterday?" Jiuyin asked again.

Ruhua's eyes flashed, she shook her head and said seriously: "I didn't feel that way yesterday."

Her palm suddenly tightened, she lowered her eyes and looked at Jiuyin, and a trace of anxiety flashed in her eyes: "Girl..."

Jiuyin shook her head, just glanced at her indifferently, then turned around and looked into the distance: "Go and see if Qingtong and the others are awake?"

"Girl..." Ruhua was still a little uneasy, but she didn't know where this uneasy came from.

Although Jiuyin acted calmly, she always felt that something bad had happened.

"Did you..."

"Nothing happened last night." Jiuyin still looked in the distance, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Ruhua, who among you four has the best light skills?"

"Hongxiu." This is what everyone knows. Although Hongxiu's martial arts are not very good, his light skills are absolutely outstanding. Even the Eighteen Riders may not be able to compare with her.

Jiuyin nodded, suddenly tightened her palms and said in a deep voice: "Let Hongxiu come here to see me later. I need her help in some things."

"girl……"

"Go." She waved her hand and ignored her anymore.

Ruhua left the pavilion step by step with great anxiety.

Jiuyin leaned on the stone pillar, looking at the white clouds and the blue sky in the sky, I couldn't tell what it felt like in my heart.

There was such a big noise in her dormitory last night, but no one in the whole yard heard her call... She closed her eyes and felt that her heart had never been tired at this moment.

Why are there always so many exploits and deceptions in life? From now on, who is the person she can trust, and who can never trust again?

The gentle wind blew by, wisps of it against her, not cold, but made her body and mind cold.

Do you have to walk on the thorny road with corpses everywhere? Can you make use of everything, including everyone, to achieve your goal?

Is she too simple in the past or the world is too complicated? When will the conspiracy be completely gone into her life?

...

Since the people in the palace came to read the imperial edict, Jiuyin has been staying in the west wing of Tingyu Pavilion and has not left the door for nine days.

Nowadays, Tingyu Pavilion is full of Prince Jin's people. He not only arranged the original secret guards of Tingyu Pavilion, but also transferred a team of elites from Prince Jin's mansion to strictly guard Jiuyin, who was about to become Prince Jin.

Not only did the people outside not see Jiuyin, but even the people in Prince Jin's mansion could not see her at all.

Jingchuan has wandered outside Tingyu Pavilion many times, but everyone here is very scheming. Even if he is the leader of the eighteen cavalry, they are unwilling to let him in.

If you don’t want to fight with Prince Jin’s people, you can only wait outside.

After knowing that the emperor issued an order to marry Prince Jin and Jiuyin, he had quickly ordered someone to write a letter to Qiangwu, but he knew very well that the prince was in a melee and could not come back before her wedding even if he knew.

However, Jiuyin is the prince's person, and he cannot remain silent in this matter. If he does not inform the prince, he will definitely hate him to death in the future.

It takes at least three days for Fei Ge to send a letter to Qiangwu. Most people come back from Qiangwu, even if they keep rushing, it will be at least half a month...
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