Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

The man smiled: "It's night to summon you so late."

On the night? The understatement of the two words deepened my doubts. I was following Yao Yingxue's maid, and I could n’t turn it over tonight. Besides, this case is not over, and I ’m still a sinner. Why do you want me to go to night?

But no matter what I thought, the road under my foot was slowly finished, and when I looked up, I had already reached the gate of the hall.

"His Royal Highness, here we are."

Then he worshipped at the door, then turned back to me and said, "Go in." After that, he turned away.

Standing in the cold night, I was a little trembling, but still courageous enough to push open the door, and slowly walked in.

The hall was as empty as ever, and on the candlestick beside the bed, a candlelight swayed gently, reflecting the familiar figure in the layered curtains. He leaned on the bedside, and the black clothes almost integrated into the night, only that The pair of refined and restrained eyes shone brightly and looked at me calmly.

I walked over and bowed down and worshiped, "Slave, meet His Royal Highness."

"Well, turn off the lights."

It seemed that he didn't need any explanation at all, and didn't need any explanation. He just lay down like this, and I could only walk over, blow out the candles, and then touch the small brocade stool beside the bed, and sat down against the wall.

Everything, like that night, was quiet, with a sense of tightness beyond words.

I opened my eyes wide in the dark night, and I was not tired at all. Listening to his even breathing, I didn't feel it in the middle of the night.

"tea."

A faint voice sounded from the curtain. I got up and poured a cup of tea and sent it to the bed. One hand protruded from the curtain, but did not pick up the tea. Instead, I grabbed my wrist like last time.

...!

This time, I didn't panic, not even the tea overflowed, just biting my lower lip, pulling the hand back silently, and the owner of that hand refused to relax at all, I tried hard, he worked hard, I Stopped, he stopped, but he refused to let go.

But no matter how struggling, he and I never said a word.

Gradually, it became a stalemate.

How long this stalemate lasted, and a cold smile resounded in the curtain. Pei Yuanzhang slowly sat straight, her eyes looking at me through layers of tulle, as if across countless clouds: "How? Feeling wronged? "

"..." I bit my lower lip and didn't say a word, my hands remained silent.

At this moment, his hands loosened.

As soon as I was about to pull my hand back, I felt a sink on my wrist. He suddenly grasped my wrist and pulled it hard. I was caught off guard and fell on the bed.

He bullied him and pressed me under him.

This time, I was completely panicked and opened my eyes in horror: "His Royal Highness ..."

The thin corners of his lips provoked slightly. In the dim light, I saw the ghostly smile on his face. He was clearly laughing, but seemed to be swallowed up the next moment.

"Don't feel wronged, either."

He leaned down and looked at me coldly: "Yue Qingying, there are a lot of women playing games in Shangyang Palace, but you are the first woman who dares to play games in this palace!"

My heart trembled fiercely, and my body trembled.