Every five days, Zhu Jing would step into Changxin Palace. He would come late at night and leave at dawn, leaving the room filled with the aroma of wine and tea.

Wen Yin got out of the bathtub, put on her bathrobe while she was wet, and walked outside with her bare feet on the jade floor of the hall, leaving a series of wet footprints.

The two nuns behind her held the wraps and called out twice symbolically. When they saw her leaving the temple and sitting silently on the stone steps in front of the temple, looking into the distance as usual, they curled their lips and exchanged mocking looks.

Wen Yin didn't know what they were thinking.

The marks on her body and the way he treated him wantonly made it easy for people to have the idea that she was nothing more than a sex object. Occasionally, at dawn, the two nuns came in to wait and saw her or something.

The humiliating posture of leaning over the edge of the couch or leaning over the edge of the desk, and the fact that he pulled away without any regret afterward, further deepened the impression that she was nothing more than a sexual object.

Maybe they thought at first that since their Holy One was willing to come, she, the phoenix, might still be able to turn around. But after a month or two, they saw that the Holy One still didn't give her any dignity.

, and then realized that in the presence of the Holy One, she was really just used to vent her desires and play with, like an actress.

Yes, she is his actress and his plaything.

Wen Yin sat on the stone steps and looked at the heavily locked palace door, with a pale smile on her thin face.

From the moment she stepped into the palace, she was destined to be unable to escape this fate. The difference between the past and the present was just a degree. When she first entered the palace, she still had hopes, thinking that as an emperor, he would have even a trace of compassion.

heart, pity

The innocence of her chess piece might give her a way out of the palace. But after this hope was shattered by him, she saw through it completely. She could not escape in this life, and was destined to be the one in his palm.

things.

She struggled at first, but in the end she was eliminated by his thunderous means. She was also paralyzed later, but she finally woke up in the middle of winter that year.

She could neither break free from the prison and run far away to be her true self, nor could she remain contentedly with him and numb herself by saying that her life as a canary was good.

Unable to advance or retreat, like a trapped animal. There is no way out.

How can we not despair and despair when we can't see the slightest bit of light?

A bird stopped on the horned horned beast. After stopping briefly, it flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

The birds that flew away had turned into black spots, but she still raised her eyes and looked in that direction for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, she lowered her eyelashes and her gaze silently fell on her soft, white hands with clean nails on her knees.

How long until he loses sexual interest in her body?

She didn't know, but what she could vaguely know was that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Five days later, late at night, Zhu Jing suddenly stopped in front of his bedroom.

The palace lanterns in the palace are shining brightly, and the low-hanging brocade curtains reflect gentle silhouettes.

He stopped and looked at the silhouette for a long time, then pushed the door open and entered.

Today, she did not wait in bed. Instead, she sat silently at the mahogany table next to the window in the outer hall. The cool white moonlight streamed in through the window, intertwined with the candlelight in the hall, and a fleeting shadow hung lightly on the edge of her desk.

on the sleeves of moon blue gauze.

Seeing the sound of opening the door, she looked up in search of a sound.

Then he suddenly realized that her gaze had passed directly over him.

Wen Yin didn't care how ugly Zhu Jing's face was at this moment. All she could see at this moment was the man outside the hall. Today she waited in the outer hall specially, just to take a look at him, regardless of the consequences.

She wanted to take another look at him, upright and not hiding from him. But the man outside the hall could only see his back with his head wiped and kneeling on the ground, so she could not see his face.

Maybe it was a demonic barrier, so she subconsciously stood up from the table, staggered and ran towards the entrance of the palace. She just glanced at him, wanting to see his face again, and even more wanted to see his gentle eyes.

Look at the emotions conveyed in his eyes.

"close the door!"

Zhu Jing gave a sharp shout, and Feng Bao immediately closed the two palace doors from the outside.

Wen Yin ran hastily, her hands stretched forward anxiously to stop the palace door that was about to close, but the next moment she was restrained by a long and powerful hand.

Zhu Jing held her wrist and walked in the direction of the mahogany table involuntarily, pressing her down on the seat.

"Don't try to anger me, Wen Yin, it won't do you any good."

Seeing her staring blankly in the direction of the palace door, without even caring about her previous restraint and scruples, he couldn't help but press her shoulders harder with his palms, and leaned down, his dark eyes suppressing the dim light.

"Do you need me to call him in so that you can see enough?"

Wen Yin slowly turned her face away. Hidden in his thick shadow, she had a pale face, slightly red eyes, and her black hair and white lips were like a beautiful ghost.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to say things like this all the time. I'm tired of hearing them."

Her thin white fingers unbuttoned her clothes one by one, and her moon-blue gauze skirt quickly slid down the seat and meandered to the side of the table and chair.

In the interweaving of moonlight and lights, the jade-soft and flower-soft body is delicate and white, just like the finest jade.

She slightly raised her delicate and gracefully curved neck and whispered slightly: "Your Majesty, please let him in."

Zhu Jing took a deep breath, thinking that she might have gone crazy tonight.

Before midnight, the two palace doors were forcefully pulled open from the inside, and the lights in the palace instantly streamed out. Feng Bao was slightly shocked when he saw that His Majesty had left the palace early at this hour.

Unexpectedly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the buttons of the saint's blouse were messy and open, exposing the old scratches on his neck and chest. His eyelids twitched, and he quickly lowered his face.

Zhu Jing stopped at the door of the palace and stared at the humble servant at his feet.

Suddenly, he looked back sharply as if he noticed something, and sure enough, he saw the woman slumped in the seat, looking persistently in their direction, or rather in the direction of the eunuch.

"Close the door!" Zhu Jing's face turned cold. As he walked away, he ordered: "People have been keeping an eye on her lately."

The footsteps outside the hall gradually faded away, and the two doors were closed again in sight.

Wen Yin continued to look at the two palace doors as if she was frozen, and the back figure she just saw could not help but appear in front of her eyes. The people outside the palace were so obedient and indifferent to her back.

She was right, she was indifferent.

She could clearly feel that the figure on his back was always respectful and humble, without any emotional fluctuations, as if he didn't know how humiliating she had just suffered in the palace. But obviously, he knew.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a chill in her bones.

She suddenly remembered that every time she met him in these palaces, his calm and unwavering appearance was as if he was facing a stranger who had nothing to do with him. She also remembered that he never looked at her half-eye, no matter when someone was around.

There was still no one around, and he seemed to be avoiding everything related to her.

He was doing his best to avoid suspicion and draw a clear line with her, decisively, as if there had never been a past between them.

She couldn't help but have the thought pop up in her mind, maybe he had already let go of the past, and now he just wanted to be a palace man with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, she burst into laughter. If that were true, how ridiculous it would be. He almost killed her when he entered the palace without any warning. Over the years, he had made her live in sobriety and pain. In the end, he

Instead, he forgot the past with peace of mind and became his palace servant?

Then why did he come to the palace? Did he come simply to take revenge on her?

If he had not entered the palace, she might have numbed herself long ago, smoothed her edges over the years, and started to be her beloved concubine. Even though it was very different from her previous ideas, even though she might become

The appearance is beyond recognition, but who can say that it will not be better than the torturous life now, where life and death are inevitable?

A trace of resentment suddenly rose in her heart. Some twisted thoughts even flashed through her heart. What was he doing in the palace? Now that she was in such an unbearable situation, was he satisfied outside the palace?

But as soon as this thought passed, the color on her face instantly faded.

Covering her face in pain, she hated her thoughts just now. Why did she miss him so much? It was obviously her original joke that hurt him.

Zhu Jing returned directly to the Yangxin Hall.

Lying on the royal couch, he couldn't fall asleep, thinking about her abnormal behavior tonight. He suddenly sat up, opened the bright yellow bed curtain and called Feng Bao.

"Have you done what I asked you to do?"

"Back to the Holy Father, I have carefully warned those two nuns. They will definitely watch people carefully."

"That……"

Feng Baozheng listened carefully, but the voice of the person in the tent became silent, and after a long time he said again: "Go down."

Zhu Jing lay back down again. He tried to close his eyes and fall asleep, but her thin and pale face kept lingering in his mind. She had lost a lot of weight and lost a lot of face.

He has indulged a lot in the past two months. As he thought before, he doesn't feel well, so how can he make her feel better? But now, seeing her being tortured, can he relieve his hatred and feel better?

Zhu Jing stared silently at the tent ceiling in the darkness.

At this moment, he silently asked himself another question, was he tired of her?

This question is easier to answer than the previous two questions because the body's reaction cannot deceive itself.

After recovering from a serious illness, he once thought that maybe some things would fade away when he got tired of it. After all, human desire always has a certain time limit to control people. But now he found that he could no longer say the time limit for his desire for her.

There is even a hint of being out of control.

This was probably the first time in his life that he was disturbed by such emotions. He couldn't figure it out and didn't have much patience. After the thought flashed through his mind twice, he threw it aside and ordered himself not to think about it again.

She was held in the palm of his hand, and he could do whatever he wanted her to do.

Let's just waste it like this.

When the palace gate of Changxin Palace opened again, it was nearly half a month later at night.

When the two nuns heard that the Holy One had arrived, they hurriedly ran to bed and pulled her up. Seeing that the other woman's face was thin and gloomy, they were afraid that the Holy One would punish them for not serving her well, so they hurriedly went to find rouge and wiped her hastily.

His face was painted with lipstick, so he looked somewhat good-looking.
To be continued...