The first thousand one hundred and eleven chapters
Murong Fu looked at it for a while, then finally couldn't hold it any longer and pushed open the window.
Zhao Jinling heard a noise coming from outside and said that one of the maids on night duty had come in. She cursed without raising her head, "Get out! I don't need your service."
Murong Fu turned over and jumped into the hall, with his hands behind his back, strolling slowly towards the big bed.
"I didn't mean...ah!" Zhao Jinling was about to yell, but when he raised his head and saw Murong Fu's figure, his words suddenly stopped, followed by a scream.
Murong Fu didn't even bother to set up the soundproof infuriating mask this time, and stared at Zhao Jinling on the bed with a half-smile.
Soon there were footsteps outside the palace, and a palace maid asked, "Emperor Ji, what happened?"
Zhao Jinling quickly came to her senses and replied subconsciously, "No...it's okay, you are not allowed to come in."
The footsteps outside paused and gradually faded away.
Zhao Jinling quickly pulled up the quilt to cover her body and stared at Murong Fu with an indifferent expression, "Who are you?"
Her voice was stern and her face was frosty, but judging from her lightly twitching eyelids and slightly trembling voice, she was extremely nervous. Although Murong Fu should not be able to recognize her now that she had restored her original appearance, she still
Instinctively feel scared.
A smirk flashed across Murong Fu's face, "You really don't know who I am?"
Zhao Jinling felt a little guilty, and tried her best to control her facial muscles to stay calm, and kept telling herself, "He can't know who I am, he can't know..."
He said in his mouth, "Do you know what kind of place this is? Breaking into the harem without permission is a major crime against the nine clans. I advise you to leave as soon as possible before no one notices."
Hearing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but look a little weird, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"You...why are you laughing?" Zhao Jinling couldn't help but ask. She didn't know why, in front of Murong Fu, she was like a transparent person. He could see through everything. Before, she was thinking about how to take revenge, but now she is
I don't dare to have any ideas, I just hope that this devil can leave soon.
Murong Fu's laughter gradually stopped, he took two steps forward, leaned over and stared at Zhao Jinling's delicate and charming face, and said teasingly, "It's strange, I broke into the forbidden palace without permission, and even saw Lady Di Ji's beautiful body.
, Lady Di Ji actually persuaded me to leave, shouldn’t I be captured and cut into eight pieces, and my body divided into five pieces?”
When he said this, Zhao Jinling immediately came to her senses. Under normal circumstances, breaking into the forbidden palace was a serious crime. Just looking at her own body was enough to be charged with desecrating the harem. This was a serious crime of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan.
He actually just asked him to leave. This reaction was too abnormal.
After thinking about this, her face turned red and white, and then quickly calmed down, and said calmly, "I have no power to restrain the chicken, and it is about my integrity. What else can I do besides letting you leave?"
Murong Fu was speechless immediately. If he didn't know the reason, he couldn't find any words to refute, so he immediately asked, "Does Emperor Ji think that this young master will leave?"
"You...what do you want?" Zhao Jinling vaguely felt that Murong Fu knew something, but she couldn't believe that she was treated like that by him before. The main reason why she could endure it was that the face was not the real one.
But if Murong Fu knew that she was that "Ling'er", she wouldn't know how to survive.
Murong Fu sneered, and suddenly grabbed Zhao Jinling, pinching her fair neck, "I have no patience to play anymore, where is your master, where is Ping'er?"
When Zhao Jinling heard this, she was struck by lightning. Her face was pale and bloodless. There was only one thought in her mind. He knew it. He really knew it. I did those things in front of him. It was really embarrassing. What should I do?
what to do……
Murong Fu was startled when he saw her face was pale and her expression was dull. He relaxed a little and asked expressionlessly, "Do you think I won't kill you?"
Zhao Jinling's expression moved slightly, but she was still a little unwilling, "I can't understand what you said."
"There's no need to pretend," Murong Fu smiled indifferently, "Your full name is 'Zhao Jinling', you are the pure blessing emperor of the Song Dynasty royal family, and you are also 'Ling'er' who has always been by my side."
Zhao Jinling's last chance was shattered, and she murmured, "How...how did you know?"
"What's so difficult about this? You're known as the most beautiful woman in the capital. It couldn't be easier to find your portrait." Murong Fu said vaguely. In fact, although Zhao Jinling is known as the most beautiful woman in the capital, almost no one has seen her portrait.
After all, she is a royal princess, and her title is more of a symbol.
"So, you already knew my identity?" Zhao Jinling suddenly remembered something and her face turned a little paler.
Murong Fu nodded silently.
"You...you..." Zhao Jinling pointed at Murong Fu tremblingly, her expression gradually became crazy, and suddenly she broke away from his hand, jumped on him, bit and scratched him, and cursed vaguely,
"Liar, why didn't you tell me earlier? You did that to me on purpose. You want me to live however you want, just kill me..."
Murong Fu also didn't expect her reaction to be so big, as if something collapsed, as if she was crazy and hysterical.
It's no wonder that no matter how Murong Fu treated her, she could endure it. The reason was that her face was not her true appearance. But now she learned that Murong Fu had known her true identity for a long time.
How could she bear it when the last bit of dignity in front of her was shattered?
Zhao Jinling was not wearing any clothes, but now her whole body was pressed against Murong Fu's body, which quickly aroused his reaction. After all, she was a young and beautiful girl, so it was difficult not to react.
Murong Fu was not a gentleman. He was holding back some evil fire in his heart. Both parties were enemies. How could he be polite? He restrained her hands with his backhand, opened her clothes and pressed her down.
Zhao Jinling was shocked and became a little more awake. Her first thought was to resist, but somehow her body quickly softened and she couldn't muster any strength. The resisting thoughts in her heart gradually became weaker. In the end,
On the contrary, there is a vague expectation.
In a daze, and he didn't know how long it took, a tearing pain came. Zhao Jinling felt an inexplicable loss in her heart, and soon she lost her mind again.
At dawn the next day, outside the Chunfu Emperor's bedroom in the Jinfu Palace, eight palace maids stood here in uniform and bowed. They were carrying hot water and holding towels. They were obviously here to help the Emperor get up. But somehow, on weekdays,
Di Ji, who got up at Li Mao hour, still didn't get up at Chen hour today. She had to change the hot water twice.
All the palace maids had already begun to whisper to each other.
"What's wrong with Di Ji today? You haven't summoned me for so long?"
"Could it be that Di Ji is feeling unwell? Should we call the imperial doctor?"
"Yes, let's go to Eunuch Zhang first and ask him to call the imperial doctor."
…
"Okay, stop talking." The older palace maid, who was leading the charge, suddenly snorted coldly, stopping everyone's discussion. She frowned deeply and said slowly, "Di Ji asked me to wait outside.
, we’ll just wait.”
One of the palace maids hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister Xing'er, if...I mean if something happens to Di Ji, if we do nothing, we will cause a big disaster."
As soon as this was said, the other palace maids nodded in agreement. The elder palace maid looked a little solemn. After hesitating for a long time, she finally nodded, "If the emperor doesn't summon you in another half hour, I will go and talk to Eunuch Zhang."
.”
What they didn't know was that at this time in the palace, on the comfortable and soft goose down bed, Murong Fu was lying stretched out, while Zhao Jinling was leaning over to clean up the traces left by him after his morning exercise.
At this time, Zhao Jinling's expression was complicated, including unwillingness, resentment, and some indescribable strange emotions. Most of all, she felt deeply helpless. She felt that she would never be able to escape from Murong Fu's clutches in this life.
On the other hand, Murong Fu felt very relaxed and the depression he had accumulated for many days was gone. Sometimes he had to admit that if he held it in for a long time, he would indeed get sick.
"By the way, what's wrong with your face?" Murong Fu suddenly remembered Zhao Jinling's flawless disguise technique and asked with interest.
Zhao Jinling raised her head and hesitated, "I...I told you, can you let me go?"
Murong Fu was startled when he heard this, then smiled and said, "You are already mine, where else do you want to go?"
"No, I don't want it," Zhao Jinling suddenly became excited, "I am the great Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and my consort is the marshal who commands thousands of armies. He will only love me for the rest of his life. I don't want to be your slave. I don't want it."
…”
As she spoke, two lines of crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing her heartbroken look, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel soft, and secretly smiled bitterly. After all, he still didn't control his belt, but now that the matter has come to this, he regrets it. He will not give up a woman to others, even as a plaything.
Same, his expression turned cold immediately, "Remember, from today on, you are my woman. Unless I die, if you dare to marry someone else, I will kill his whole family."
Then he softened his tone and said, "Besides, you have given me your whole body, do you think you can still marry someone else?"
Zhao Jinling immediately cried louder, bursting into tears, and felt so sad.
"Okay," Murong Fu gently took her into his arms, "As long as you are obedient, I will be good to you."
Zhao Jinling's crying gradually stopped and she lay quietly in his arms without saying a word. She didn't know whether she had given up or had given up.
"Now, please tell me where you learned the art of disguise?" Murong Fu asked.
Zhao Jinling was silent for a moment, "That is not the art of disguise, but a strange mental method that has been lost."
"Strange mental method?" Murong Fu was stunned when he heard this. He had never heard of any martial arts that could change his appearance.
Zhao Jinling nodded, "The mental method is called the 'Shape-Changing Divine Skill'. Once you practice it to a great level, you can change your appearance at will, including the body shape, the length and thickness of your hands and feet, and you can change it as you wish. I have only practiced a little bit now, and I can only do the best.
It's a simple change of appearance, and it's not flawless, it's just that you didn't notice it."
As she spoke, she raised her head, and the skin on her face squirmed slightly, gradually returning to the ordinary appearance she had when she first saw her.