In the early autumn night, I felt a slight chill. When I went out of the building, there were only a few people on the street. Only Yan Rong was wandering around in the street like a ghost.
When he arrived at the door of his house, he raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but then put it down in despair.
He leaned against the door and looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: Ever since he was born, it seemed that he had never faced a woman with such anxiety.
But we still have to do what King Yi told us, and we still have to face what we should face!
Taking a deep breath, Yan Rong braced himself and raised his hand to knock on the door, when the door was pushed open again without any surprise.
Yu'er stood pretty under the moonlight holding a lantern, her eyes fixed on him like water: "Master, are you back?"
Yan Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "How on earth did you know when I would come back?"
Yu'er smiled and said softly: "Perhaps there is a tacit understanding."
Seeing that she was cheating again, Yan Rong frowned angrily and stepped into the house without saying a word.
He took off his coat and sat cross-legged at the table. Yu'er came over with a tray and placed the wine and side dishes on the table one by one.
"Sir, please drink some wine and eat some side dishes first! I'll go and cook some more dishes for you!" Yu'er was as attentive as ever.
"No need, I'm not hungry." Yan Rong grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them into his mouth one by one without even raising his eyelids.
Yu'er was not annoyed when she saw that Yan Rong still turned a blind eye to her. She sat calmly opposite Yan Rong, took a hot wine cup, and started to drink.
The candlelight in the room flickered, reflecting her red face and snow-white neck, which made people's hearts tremble.
But Yan Rong had no intention of appreciating her beauty. While he drank wine slowly, he quietly looked at the furnishings in his home - as expected, Yu'er had rearranged all the items in his home in the name of cleaning.
It seemed that she had touched every corner of the house. Fortunately, Yan Rong had already hidden all the private letters and items in the Xiaoxiang Villa.
Thinking that Yu'er had been working in vain during this period, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. He raised his head and took a sip of wine. When he looked down, he saw a book placed under the desk.
He picked up the book without thinking and saw "Historical Records: Biography of Assassins" written on the cover. He couldn't help but be stunned: "I didn't expect you to be interested in history."
"No." Yu'er smiled faintly and said casually, "I'm just interested in assassins."
Yan Rong was even more shocked. He looked at Yu'er intently and asked in surprise: "Why are you, a woman, interested in assassins?"
Yu'er put down the wine cup and said calmly: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the heroes are gone and never come back. Every assassin has left a mark in history with his courage to regard death as if he were returning home, and his feats that shook mountains and rivers.
Doesn’t your name of chivalry make people awe-inspiring?”
Yan Rong frowned, looked at the old pages and the worn handwriting, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you also want to be an assassin? Or do you want to marry an assassin?"
Yu'er's starry eyes flashed and she smiled sweetly: "The officials are joking. I am a womanizer and just read stories to pass the time. I don't have that ability!"
Yan Rong put down the book and took a sip of wine thoughtfully without saying a word.
"But..." Yu'er said, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally: "If there is really a blood feud, using the hands of others to take revenge will not only implicate innocent people, but it is also shameless! If it were me, I would never do this."
Yan Rong raised his eyebrows and asked coldly: "Oh? What would you do if it were you?"
Yu'er took a sip of wine and smiled softly: "Sir, we are just chatting, why do you take it seriously? It's getting late, so you'd better rest quickly!"
This nonsense made Yan Rong even more suspicious. But he stood up calmly, yawned and walked to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, red candles flickered and the room was filled with fragrance.
Yan Rong walked to the bed and touched it. The quilt was warm and the quilt had just been scented.
Seeing this, Yan Rong couldn't help but sigh to himself: If Yu'er was not the emperor's spy, she would be such a well-educated, gentle and virtuous wife, and she would really be a rare good wife.
It's a pity...
There was no time to regret, Yu'er had already walked over and began to change his clothes skillfully. Yan Rong subconsciously grabbed her hand and stared at her with a frown on his face.
But when he met Yu'er's eyes like a pool of clear water, and thought of King Yi's words, he slowly let go of his hand and let her take off his coat, leaving only a close-fitting undergarment.
The night was as dark as water, everything was silent, and the room was so quiet that one could hear each other's heartbeats.
Yu'er's technique was gentle and skillful, which made Yan Rong have to wonder: has she served others like this before? Who could that person be? Is it the emperor?
However, there is nothing wrong with this! When the emperor sends a woman to monitor him, he must choose a very trustworthy confidant. Only his own woman is the most reliable!...
For some reason, Yan Rong felt a trace of disgust in his heart when he thought of this, and the expression on his face was a little ugly.
Yu'er didn't notice it at all, and still wiped his face and washed his feet carefully until he helped him go to bed. But Yan was disturbed by the complicated thoughts and lost his sleep. He rested his head on his arms and stared at the snow-green face.
The curtains are in a daze.
A delicate fragrance came over, and before Yan Rong could recover, he only felt a corner of the quilt being lifted, and a slippery body got into his bed like a fish.
Yu'er's body was as cold and soft as satin. As soon as Yan Rong touched it, he felt a wave of numbness. He subconsciously hugged the woman who threw himself into his arms, and when he lowered his head, he saw that it was Yu'er's face.
Yan Rong pushed her away and sat up vigilantly: "Why is it you?"
Yu'er smiled tenderly and murmured: "Who do you think you were holding just now?"
Yu'er rested her head on her jade arm and looked at him lovingly, her pink cheeks stained with red clouds, like a flower in bud, delicate and touching.
Yan Rong's Adam's apple twitched slightly and said secretly: Since it is a task assigned by his brother, there is nothing to hesitate about.
He set his heart aside and said coldly: "I didn't warn you not to get close to me, why are you coming again?"
Yu'er raised the corner of her mouth slightly, caressed Yan Rong's face, and said softly: "But you didn't push me away this time, which means you are willing to accept me, doesn't it?"
Yan Rong frowned and snorted: "I never accepted you, you misunderstood."
"Misunderstanding?" Yu'er supported her head and asked with a smile: "A few days ago, when you saw me coming, you ran away as if you were facing a powerful enemy. Today, you let me get close to you but never ran away. Don't you accept me?
Already?"
Yan Rong raised the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly: "It seems you don't understand men yet! Who said that letting you get close to me means that I accept you? Did the man you served before tell you this?"
Yu'er was slightly startled, looking at Yan Rong carefully, and suddenly smiled softly: "Yeah, maybe it's like you said, I don't understand men well enough, especially a timid man like you!"
Yan Rong glared angrily and scolded coldly: "What did you say?"
Yu'er raised her chin arrogantly, lifted the quilt to expose her whole body, and looked at him provocatively: "Commander Yan, who has always been a romantic man and has had countless women, did not dare to touch a woman who came to his door. Could it be that you have already realized it?
You see, I am different in your heart, so you are afraid, afraid that you will fall in love with me!"
Yan Rong's brows furrowed more and more tightly: "What a joke!"
Yu'er looked at him from head to toe again, and suddenly laughed: "I understand! It turns out that Commander Yan was drained by wine and sex, so he didn't dare to get close to me. You were afraid that I would discover this secret, so you hid outside.
Got it!"
This sentence suddenly made Yan Rong explode.
"Shut up!" Yan Rong shouted, turned over and trapped her under him, stared at her and gritted his teeth: "You have no right to talk to me like this!"
Yu'er looked at him without fear, with a hint of ridicule on her lips: "Does Commander Yan want to kill people and silence them?"
The color in Yan Rong's eyes gradually deepened. He grabbed Yu'er's slender neck and gritted his teeth and said, "Remember, you brought it on yourself. No matter what happens in the future, you can't blame me!"
Yu'er opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but was instantly blocked by a sudden kiss.
Yu'er's soft and smooth body
, the delicate lips, and the fresh and elegant fragrance made Yan Rong instantly moved. He casually extinguished the candle, and darkness instantly enveloped the two of them.
At this moment of ecstasy, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the belt is lightly divided.
Whether it was Yu'er's deliberate irritation or King Yi's retreat in order to advance. Yan Rong pulled Yu'er into the abyss without hesitation...
Although Yu'er appears dignified and elegant on the surface, her performance tonight made Yan Rong, who has been hanging out in romantic places for many years, very angry. Although, he had no idea where such anger came from.
He asked for Yu'er regardless, and when he thought of the "love rival" who appeared out of thin air, he felt even more merciless.
That night, he was as crazy and angry as he had ever felt. He could even feel Yu'er's trembling, but he didn't hear a word of her begging for mercy.
It wasn't until the east was white that Yan Rong let Yu'er go, turned around and went to sleep. After a while, he started snoring like thunder.
Yu'er sat up with difficulty, took a deep look at the man beside her, bit her lip tightly, but not a single tear fell from her red eyes.
It was a dreamless night, and the bright sunlight filtered through the carved windows, spreading warmth throughout the house. The snow-green curtains hung low, and Yan Rong turned over unconsciously, and his eyes were stung by the bright light.
Yan Rong murmured softly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and Yan Rong reluctantly opened his eyes. He sat up lazily, only to find that when he woke up, the sky was bright outside the window.
The other side of the bed was empty, and Yu'er didn't know when to leave. He touched the cold bed and thought of the madness last night. Yan Rong leaned on the bed in a daze, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
He is worthy of being trained by Emperor Yu! He doesn’t have to be as unruly and willful as Hua Fangyi, and she can easily achieve what she wants despite her own resistance!
Yan Rong considers himself to have always had a good temper. Although he is romantic, he never forces himself on others. But yesterday, he was captured by a woman with just a few words. When he thought of this, he felt very complicated and even felt aggrieved.
After holding back his anger, he lifted up the quilt and prepared to get out of bed. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dazzling vermilion on the sheets.
Yan Rong's whole body trembled, and his mind went blank for an instant!
How is it possible! Yu'er acted so maturely last night, how could it be...
"Sir, you're awake!" The curtain in front of him was suddenly opened, and Yu'er stood in front of the bed with a slight smile, holding out the neatly folded clothes to him.
Yan Rong didn't say anything, he just took his clothes and quickly put them on before getting out of bed.
Yu'er took the copper basin again and said with a smile: "Officer, please wash up first, breakfast is ready." After saying that, she went to make the bed.
Yan Rong wiped his face and quietly looked at Yu'er's expression: But there was no expression on her face. There was no shyness or embarrassment in her watery eyes. As if nothing happened, she took off the old bed sheet and put on a brand new one.
of.
Different from King Yi's indifference, Yu'er's indifference means she doesn't care about everything around her. Even death can't frighten her.
Yan Rong couldn't help but murmur in his heart: Who is she? What kind of experience does she have? Is she really just following the orders of Emperor Yu to approach him?