little wife

Chapter 131

It was so hard to breathe, it was like a branding iron had been scalded in the throat.

A messy scene flashed in my mind, and the deepest fear in my heart struck.

Jing Yun.

Yang Yan.

Ning Luo woke up all of a sudden, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, she just counted silently in her heart, trying to calm down her messy mood.

In the darkness, the body's instincts came to the fore, and his ears and eyes were particularly sharp.Occasionally, there is the sound of wind coming from the window lattice, mixed with the sound of dripping water; there is a faint scent of flowers in the nostrils, like the sweet scent of gardenias.

There was nothing unusual about her body, her clothes were in good condition, her chest was covered with a thin blanket, and her exposed fingertips felt a little cool.

Suddenly, Ning Luo felt as if something was staring at her face, goosebumps popped up all over her body unconsciously, and a feeling of horror rose from the bottom of her heart.

She opened her eyes at once, sat up quickly from the bed and shrank at the corner of the bed, looking out vigilantly, and saw Yang Yan sitting on the soft couch not far from the bed, with a smile on his lips, His eyes fixed on her.

"Sister Luo, it's me," he said softly, "Are you okay? Do you feel unwell? There was a fire in the White Horse Temple just now, and I sent someone to rescue you."

Ning Luo was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, her voice was slightly hoarse because of the smoke inhaled when the fire broke out: "Really? May I ask His Highness King Rui, where am I now? Can His Highness King Laurui send me back to Dingding?" The Marquis of Yun's Mansion? I will make sure that everyone in the Marquis of Yun's mansion will prepare a big gift to thank you for saving your life."

"What are you in such a hurry for?" Yang Yan stood up and walked slowly to the bed with a gentle look on his face, "What you have in the Marquis' mansion, I have it here, why don't you just stay here for a few days, maybe you like it up here."

Ning Luo looked around, and saw that this was a woman's boudoir. The curtains in front of the bed were exquisite, and the breeze blowing through the window lattices made the curtains swing slightly, adding a touch of charm; There are patterns of water, a small purple clay pot is placed on the small table in the middle, and there is a book next to the purple clay pot. With just a glance, Ning Luo knows that it is "Luo Bao Miscellaneous Talk", which used to be her study in Empress Minghui. Zhong loves a book that she can't put down, and she always likes to read it in her spare time. In her previous life, Yang Yan asked Empress Minghui for it, and then followed her to the other courtyard in the western suburbs.

There is a picture of a lady hanging against the wall, which is the handwriting of Zheng Zeming, a famous artist in the former dynasty. When she was just learning painting, she liked the works of this master the most. She once made a great wish to copy all Zheng Zeming's paintings. There are several copies in the western suburbs of Beijing.

Sure enough, it was here. She was imprisoned for several years in the western suburbs of Prince Rui's Mansion. She was very familiar with the tables and chairs here. She even remembered that there was a tall gardenia plant on the left side of the yard after going out. The tree is sweet and fragrant in summer.

"Sister Luo still likes Zheng Zeming?" Yang Yan followed her gaze, "I have collected several pictures here, all of which are reserved for you."

Ning Luo shook her head, her expression indifferent: "That was all a kid's joke, what I like now is Mr. Weng's landscape painting."

Yang Yan's eyes froze, and then he said nonchalantly: "That will be easier, and I will ask Mr. Weng to draw a few more pictures."

Ning Luo remained silent.

"Are you hungry? Would you like to have some lily porridge to pad your stomach first?" Yang Yan asked with a caring face, "I also prepared a copy of your favorite mung bean cake and crystal shrimp dumpling."

Ning Luo shook her head.

"Then do you want to play the piano? I have a Guqin here, which was left over from the previous dynasty. The sound quality is ethereal and transparent. You will definitely like it." He said enthusiastically.

Ning Luo shuddered. She knew that the guqin had accompanied her during several years of long house arrest in other courtyards. At that time, there was nowhere to relieve the resentment she was full of, and she could only pin it on the guqin.

"His Royal Highness, why bother?" She met Yang Yan's affectionate gaze, and said in a cold voice, "Everything in the past is over, you and I are already married, it has nothing to do with each other, why do you want to marry me?" How about holding on to it? This is of no benefit to you at all, and as a smart person like you, I don't believe you don't know this. "

"It's nothing to do with each other's marriage..." Yang Yan repeated in a murmur, with a strange smile on his lips, "I'm not as cruel as you, I don't understand, obviously the two of us got along at that time Well done, why is Jing Yun able to win love all of a sudden? Since you are so flirtatious and change the person you like casually, then forget about that person now and stay by my side to enjoy the glory and wealth. Is it a beautiful thing?"

"Are you trying to force me to stay here?" Ning Luo's heart was filled with anger, and her eyes were dancing with flames, "Aren't you afraid of being sued to His Majesty, saying that you forcibly robbed a minister's wife?"

This kind of Ning Luo is much more beautiful than the pool of stagnant water just now. Yang Yan looked into her eyes appreciatively, and laughed loudly: "Sue? Who will sue? How? Sister Luo, you are so naive , you are praying for blessings at the White Horse Temple, everyone knows that this fire burned you to nothing, and you, Mrs. Dingyunhou, have disappeared since then, and there is a new favorite in my other courtyard. Who can connect the two? together?"

Ning Luo was trembling with anger: "You are really crazy. Could it be that you can cover the sky with one hand and make a living person disappear like this? Brother Jing will not let you go, and His Majesty will not be deceived by you all the time." !"

Yang Yan sneered: "Sister Luo, I advise you to stop wishful thinking, I'm afraid that Brother Jing will never leave the Dali Temple again, and Father..."

"You... what did you do to them!" Ning Luo cried out, her heart constricted suddenly, as if being rubbed repeatedly by a hand, she was almost out of breath.

"Father is already terminally ill. I'm afraid that these few days will be his last time. As for Jing Yun, do you think I'm stupid? I'm not tired of living. Giving him a whole body is a treat for him." This is your grace," Yang Yan stretched out his hand towards her as he said, his voice was low and threatening, "Come on, be good, come to me, as long as you are obedient, I will give you whatever you want .”

Ning Luo was stunned for a while, then slowly got off the bed, but ignored those hands, and walked slowly to the dressing table.

The bronze mirror of the dressing table was polished brightly, reflecting a face as beautiful as flowers and jade, and those shining eyes seemed to have lost their proper brilliance and become obscure at this moment.

Yang Yan wrapped her arms around her shoulders from behind, and appeared together in the bronze mirror, his brows were handsome and his face was like a crown of jade. Who would have known that under the skin of this elegant and chaotic Mr. Shijia, there was such a vicious Heart.

"This is all rouge gouache from the palace." Yang Yan opened a rouge box with great interest, and smeared some on his hand, "Come on, let me try to rub some on for you, your complexion is not very good..."

Ning Luo smiled at the person in the mirror: "Your Highness, do you really like me?"

Yang Yan was stunned, ecstatic in his heart, and said without hesitation: "Of course I really like you, don't worry, I will take care of your identity, as long as I get to that position, who in this world can stop me?"

"What about Zhao Daiyun..." Ning Luo frowned slightly.

"You just have to bear with her for a while, and when she has given birth, I'll send her away..."

When it was too late, Ning Luo quickly turned around, with a flash of cold light in her sleeve, and stabbed towards Yang Yan's chest. The distance between the two was so close that it was too late for Yang Yan to hide, so he had to hold his chest and grasp it with his right hand. When it landed on the blade of the dagger, there was a muffled snort, and blood splattered everywhere.

With a "slap", Yang Yan slapped Ning Luo's face with his palm. This slap came out in anger. With eight percent of his strength, Ning Luo's body almost flew out and landed on the corner of the wall. His cheeks swelled up suddenly, a trace of blood snaked down from the corner of his mouth, and fell into his white jade-like neck, which looked shocking.

"Ning Luo, are you crazy!" Yang Yan was startled and angry, his right hand was dripping with blood, his chest was also scratched by a dagger, and his clothes were torn, revealing a bloodstain.

Ning Luo raised herself half up with difficulty, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and forced out a smile with difficulty: "I'm not crazy, Yang Yan, to tell you the truth, I'd rather die than be with you Together, in this life, I will be born as Brother Jing's man and die as Brother Jing's ghost, so stop wishful thinking!"

Yang Yan's eyes were full of ferocity, and he walked up to her in a few steps and grabbed her by the collar: "Why? Tell me why? What did I do wrong that made you hate me so much all of a sudden? "

Ning Luo was panting sharply. This fall made her feel tight in her chest and short of breath, staring at her eyes, and dizzy in her mind. All the past events flooded her, making her not know where she was for a while: "Why... ...You thief...I was full of joy when I married you...You said you only liked me...In a blink of an eye, you married Zhao Daiyun for power...You killed my father and brother...You put me under house arrest and let it go Zhao Daiyun flamboyantly bullied me...and finally killed me...you vicious villain...Yang Yan...what qualifications do you have to say you like the word..."

"What did you say?" Yang Yan's fingers tightened suddenly, Ning Luo was so strangled that she couldn't breathe, her face turned red immediately, her lips parted slightly and she couldn't speak.

This scene seemed familiar, and the depth of his heart ached violently, as if at some point, he had looked at the beautiful woman in front of him like this, and he couldn't bear to die...

A severe headache hit, Yang Yan suddenly woke up, let go of his hand, and hurriedly pressed Ning Luo's chest twice: "Sister Luo, sister Luo, wake up..."

Ning Luo slumped on the ground, coughing heart-piercingly for a while, and finally recovered, but his eyes were still a little loose, and he murmured: "Don't call me sister Luo... I feel sick just listening to you... you Be your emperor's dream... don't have anything to do with me..."

Yang Yan's hands froze, the hostility in his chest kept rushing, and he couldn't help pulling his fingertips down, only to hear a "hiss", and Ning Luo's collar was torn off a little, revealing The smooth and creamy fragrant shoulders.

(End of this chapter)