Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 168

"Oh!"

Ke Qianmei smiled dimly, "Since he hates me so much, why doesn't he just send me to Baihualou? Are you really afraid that I will put some cuckolds on him?"

Xiang'er dared not answer.

At this time, Zhuo Rui was heard outside the door saying: "My father-in-law, I have a few words, I don't know if I should say it or not."

Zhuo Rui was the celebrity next to Tang Tianxiao, and there was a servant in that room who accompanied him and replied with a smile: "What orders does Guard Zhuo have?"

Zhuo Rui said: "Although the emperor has said that all the things that are beyond the control are taken away. However, although some clothes and utensils are bestowed by the emperor, it has not been expressly stipulated that low-level court ladies are not allowed to use them. Are they still left for her?"

"This...Since Guard Zhuo said so, we will clean up our house after a while, as long as there are no taboos, we will send it back!"

But Qianmei listened quietly, and the hair lifted by the night wind blew across her face, her sad and pale face was like glass, which would shatter with a light blow.

Taozi touched her hand, exclaimed in a low voice, and hurriedly said to Xiang'er: "Sister Xiang, you have to think of a way! The rest of us will be transferred to another palace tomorrow, so we won't take care of you anymore." No, I'm afraid the empress will be wronged!"

Seeing that there were fewer people in front of her, Xiang'er whispered: "Your Majesty, as the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer in front of his eyes. This time the emperor must be very angry. Why don't you humbly resign as Zhuo Huwei said last time?" A form, to make a good confession to the emperor. Guard Zhuo is still willing to help, so he will naturally find an opportunity to hand over the form. If he asks Cheng Anhou and the others to say something nice, with the emperor's affection for the empress, say no. Have you changed your mind?"

The servants heard Zhuo Rui's words, but they no longer moved all their things out at once, they only opened the cabinets, and while taking away the clothes or utensils with patterns or textures, they also took away the clothes and utensils that could be used by the low-ranking maids. Throw things on the ground or leave them in the cabinet, and the bedroom is messed up in a blink of an eye.

But Qianmei slowly looked at the chaos in front of her eyes, and sighed: "Why should I admit my mistake? Isn't it good to live alone? I won't see him again, and he won't see me again. Woolen cloth!"

Xiang'er and the others were astonished.

Tao Zi anxiously said: "Your Majesty, this is not the time to be self-willed and angry! Think about how long your Majesty has spoiled the private room? Even when you are angry these days, the Emperor has never summoned other concubines, just waiting for your Majesty to turn around! Don't worry, if you don't say anything about belittling the empress, even Qi Gonggong said a few good things to help the empress, and he was punished to shut up and think about it! What I just heard said that I will summon the beauty sent by the empress dowager tonight!"

Ke Qianmei nodded and said: "It's okay, Jiuchongtianxiao is already unattainable, and no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and it is inevitable that the height will be too cold. He shouldn't be mine in the first place, so why should I dominate?"

Xiang'er and others looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to figure out why she challenged Junwei so disregarding the taboos, seeking her own death.

But Ke Qianmei walked forward step by step, stepped on the mess all over the floor, and sighed sadly in a low and inaudible voice: "It's over, is everything over?"

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Qianyuan Hall.

Tang Tianxiao walked into his bedroom slowly, and saw the woman who hurriedly came to pick him up.

Because he was sent by the queen mother, he didn't dare to retreat to other places, but he didn't call for luck, so he stayed in Qianyuan hall with the two Zhang beauties from last time.At this moment, he said that he came to serve the bedroom, and he was sent directly to his bedroom.

Maybe it's against the rules.But as long as he speaks, he is the rule.

He didn't let her lie down, he just raised her chin and looked at her face carefully.

Empress Dowager Xuan took great pains to find her. Her face seemed to be more like Ning Qingwu than Ke Qianmei.

Everyone thought that he liked Ning Qingwu very much.

He also thought that he liked Ning Qingwu very much.

But after getting acquainted with Ke Qianmei for a long time, he suddenly realized that what he had been brooding over the years was only her resolute letting go.

What you can't grasp is always the best, and what you can't get is always the most precious.

I tried my best to climb and fold the unreachable snow lotus on the cliff, thinking that it is unparalleled in the country; but once I get it, it is just an ordinary Chinese medicine that can cure a temporary illness.

But although Qian Mei attracted his attention because of her resemblance to Ning Qingwu, but at some point, his heartbeat was no longer because of her appearance.

Why, he couldn't tell; if he could tell, maybe it wouldn't be a love that makes people toss and turn.

This kind of love is really disgusting, just like Ke Qianmei, it will either lead him to heaven step by step, or force him to the brink of collapse a little bit.

The woman who had knelt on the ground for a long time was forced to face the emperor's face, trembling with fear, knocking her teeth and wanting to speak, but she dared not.She has the restraint and panic of being born in a small family, but not the calmness and calmness of a lady from the south of the Yangtze River.

Not to mention the unbridled, active and unrestrained nature that belongs to the grassland.

He let her go, closed his eyes, stood with his hands behind his back for a moment, and ordered: "Come here, take this away and bring another one."

After a while, another petite girl came up.

After hearing about what happened to the person in front, she was even more frightened, lying on the ground trembling and not daring to look up, even her fingertips were trembling.

Her figure really resembled Ke Qianmei, especially at this moment when she was kneeling at her feet and couldn't see her face.

She was afraid of him, revered him, and never dared to disobey him in the slightest.

But Qianmei had never been so submissive to him before;

After they got closer, she almost didn't treat him as an emperor anymore, but only liked him as Tang Tianxiao with a handsome face, but she didn't necessarily regard him as her husband as she kept saying.

Maybe she liked him, maybe she still likes him now, but he is definitely not the one she likes the most, not the one she wanted to grow old in the first place.

She paid for other men again and again, but provoked and trampled on his dignity time and time again.

And he was too disappointing, he didn't even have the courage to take revenge on her.

But since she treats him like this, how dare he not let go?
He can at least let go, wait for her to haggard, wait for her to grow old, wait for her to lose the fatal temptation to him.

He will wait until that day, and still be the emperor of the world who has nothing to worry about and looks at the country with a smile.

His five fingers were also trembling, but tremblingly, he applied a piece of silk handkerchief to his kneeling head.

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The girl was numb from her knees, but she didn't dare to raise her head. Suddenly, her eyes were covered with whiteness, and she didn't feel panic.

At this time, her body had been picked up, she was gently placed on the bed, and her belt was pulled away.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a bright yellow shadow and a few ostentatious golden embroidered dragon claws. She knew who she was facing, and trembled even more.

She didn't dare to take off the silk handkerchief on her head, and the people on her body seemed to not allow her to take it off, and kissed her heavily through the silk handkerchief, her breath was heavy and hot.

Then, a strange body approached, and something hot, hard, and hard squeezed into the unprepared green body.

She cried out in shock, trying to step back, constantly shrinking herself, trying to get rid of the more and more intense pain.

But she couldn't escape.

The man's powerful palms pressed her shoulders tightly, and wedged them hard, like a red-hot iron rod, mercilessly piercing her body.

"what……"

She screamed, the tearing pain accompanied by the powerful attack in her lower abdomen made her sway in pain like a fish stuck in a swamp, desperately trying to break free from the pain of being unable to breathe, but in the presence of the other party's extremely strong breath Huddled in the arena, letting that tall man trample, trample, and destroy in vain.

And her flinching and suppleness seemed to make the man on her body even more excited and even crazy.

In addition to the severe pain, it is still severe pain, wave after wave, as if it will never stop.

She wondered if she was already dead or entered the legendary purgatory.

When the girls whispered behind their backs, they clearly said that this was a very happy event; the older aunts in the village obviously only blamed the one in their own family for not being strong enough and not durable enough.

But she couldn't wait to get rid of this long-lasting torture, but she couldn't get rid of it.

She smelled a faint smell of blood, as if boiling hot liquid was flowing down under constant destruction.

The man on her body became a demon from hell; and when she saw him for the first time, he was so handsome and elegant, and even his smile warmed people's heart like sunshine.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

Her eyes were dark for a while, tears and cold sweat had soaked the silk on her face, and finally she couldn't help it, and implored him weakly.

His movements stopped.

After a long time, she heard the supreme young emperor choked up and said: "Qianmei, why don't you ask me for mercy? Even...you are deceiving me again..."

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It was very late that someone served dinner from a window sash near the desk.

Through the moonlight outside the window, she could see that it turned out to be a bowl of brown rice porridge that was about to cool down, two cold and hard corn buns, not even the cheapest side dishes.

But Qian Mei took a bite of the steamed bread, and her throat was so hard as sand, she had to throw it away, and reluctantly drank the bland porridge in one sitting.

The room was full of debris, and the overturned tables and chairs and the scattered clothes and utensils caused her to stumble for a while before she groped to the bed and lay down on it.

The quilt seemed to be very cold, and waves of chill surged upwards.

Xiang'er, Taozi and the others knew that she was not good at tidying the house, not even making the bed, and when she left, the servant of Qianyuan Hall was still there, so although they didn't dare to do anything else, they hurriedly made the bed for her.

Although the quilt is not as gorgeous and delicate as before, it is also neat and soft.After all, the things she used, whether they were prepared in the palace or brought from Beihe, were not too bad.

But why is it still so cold?

The cold air rushed straight from her back to her neck and head, making her shiver involuntarily, but her bleeding knees didn't feel any pain at all.

She curled up in the quilt and hid most of her face. With her eyes wide open, she looked at the faintly fluttering curtains in the darkness, as if they had turned into faces of grinning demons.

"Sky..."

She was a little frightened, and called in a low voice, but she couldn't make a sound.

The air mass in the throat choked all voices.

She also seemed to hear Tang Tianxiao calling her name with a chuckle beside her ear.

When he was facing her, those beautiful phoenix eyes were as clear as pearls, full of her bright but charming smiling face.

She bit the quilt, warm tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

Now she finally still dares to miss him, even if she never sees him again, at least there will still be so much happiness and laughter for her to recall or mourn.

But after a while, would she dare to examine the past where they were so intimate?

She hates the life of rough clothes and poor food, fears the captivity without the light of day, and fears the death that may come early.

But compared to these, the nightmare that was getting closer and closer made her even more terrified.

How much longer could she go on without the peace and weariness of transcribing scriptures?
She was extremely tired, but dared not close her eyes.

She wanted to sleep, but was afraid of nightmares.

But she has already heard the footsteps of the nightmare approaching step by step.

(End of this chapter)