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Yu Yan had already reached a small pavilion, put away her umbrella, and was leaning against the table, watching the rain.

"Empress …" Nian An took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped away the raindrops on her hair, then softly said, "So what if the Empress wants to try once?"

Yu Yan laughed, and did not make a sound.

"Empress, look, it's a white peacock!" Nian An suddenly pointed ahead. The White Peacock was scurrying around in the rain, completely drenched.

"Ah Lang, catch it and send it back to Mystic Spirit Lady's place." Seeing that the peacock was pitifully showered, Yu Yan quickly called Ah Lang over.

Ah Lang cupped his fist and rushed out into the rain.

Yu Yan and Nian An watched as Ah Lang returned with a white peacock in his arms. "Empress, the peacock's wings are broken."

"So it's like that …" Let me see. " Yu Yan let the Ah Lang carry the peacock into the pavilion, and saw that the feathers underneath the white peacock's wings were all stained with blood.

"The wings were broken." Ah Lang squatted beside her and said softly.

"Carry her back to my place, I'm afraid Qiu Xuanling does not like her."

Yu Yan frowned as she let Ah Lang carry the peacock and leave while supporting herself on the heads of Ah Lang and the peacock. Seeing that, Nian An quickly held up the umbrella and the three of them rushed back to the small courtyard.

He watered the peacock, reattached its bones and applied the medicine. Only after a long period of time did he manage to get rid of the broken wing of the White Peacock. Then, he carried it to an empty room next door and settled it down.

"Why are you like this, Mystic Spirit? How can a seemingly gentle person break the wings of such a beautiful bird? You pretend to be a good person and pretend to be innocent." Nian An muttered unhappily at the side.

Yu Yan did not make a sound, in the entire residence, most likely only Nian An and Nian En did not pretend, the rest would only pretend to have different faces in front of different people.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, making people flustered.

Yu Yan called Ah Lang over for dinner before she laid on the bed once again to read a book.

Nian En and Nian An were sewing at the side. The Night Pearls that filled the hall had long since been collected, and the two bronze lamps were still lit. The three of them were quiet today, even Nian An appeared to be preoccupied with something, looking at her worriedly from time to time.

"You guys go to sleep, don't stay with me, I'll sleep on my own later." Yu Yan put down the book and let the two of them rest.

Nian En and Nian An served her tea and lamp oil before they left.

Yu Yan read a few more pages, but shesheeally couldn't read it. She shrunk back into her blanket and wondered why Yu Tianqi and Sulanqi were here today. No matter how hard she tried, he couldn't figure it out. On the contrary, she felt even more disordered, and it was impossible for him to fall asleep now.

She quickly turned around, and saw that Yulixiao's entire body was drenched with alcohol, as he walked over the high threshold while holding a wine pot in his hands. Rain was dripping down his handsome face, and his pair of hidden eyes were filled with a cold light, with every step he took, the rainwater on his robe would drip a large ball of wetness onto the ground.

"Your Highness."

Seeing his cold and handsome face, filled with killing intent, Yu Yan's heart dropped, and he retreated a few steps while supporting himself on the table.

"Hide what? Are you trying to hide from This King as though it was plague?" He smiled coldly and approached her slowly.

The dense smell of the strong alcohol immediately made Yu Yan turn her face away, and she covered her nose and mouth.

"Your highness drank too much."

"So, help this king drink a bit." He raised the wine jug and pinched her small face, bringing the spout closer to her mouth and said, "It's good that you're drunk. Come with This King."

"Your Highness …" "Mhmm …"

Yu Yan whimpered as she retreated. He forced herself to drink the strong alcohol into Yu Yan's mouth. She choked on a few mouthfuls of wine as her lungs began to ache. She was already in a bad mood, and now that she was being forced like this by him, she raised her hand and viciously swung it down in a fit of rage …

Yulixiao's head flashed quickly, but she still managed to hit him where his ears were. She had moved in a fit of anger, so he used all of his strength to hit his ears, causing him to buzz a few times.

Yu Yan quickly retracted her hand, her mind completely blank.

She hit him!

She actually hit Yulixiao, and today he will tear her into pieces?

The room was extremely quiet, with only the sound of his deep breath brushing past her ear.

Yu Yan slowly raised her head, wiped the strong alcohol off her face and said softly: "Forget it, you and I have faked it for so long, I am truly tired, how does Your Highness want to punish me?"

She did not finish speaking, Yulixiao suddenly threw away the wine pot, held her face in his hands and fiercely kissed her.

The shame of today, the injuries of today, the pain of today, the only one who wanted to seek her here was that thread of impossible consolation … Yulixiao felt that it was really sad, but he could not resist the suspicion that came from the blood relatives of his enemies. He had a father and a mother, but he was like an orphan. He was a noble prince, and everyone respected him as the King Xiao of the War God.

His mind was filled with that cruel testamentary edict and secret decree, swaying back and forth, swaying back and forth … Slowly, it became Yu Yan's pair of eyes that were as soft as moonlight.

"Yan'er, Little Yan'er, give me …"

He grabbed her waist and carried her to the edge of the bed.

Yu Yan was shocked. Did she turn him stupid with a single slap? How did it become Little Yan'er again?

He collapsed on the couch with her in his arms, his heavy body pressed down, his hands stroking and rubbing her body.

Yu Yan could not struggle free, he was drunk all over, the blood marks on his ears caused by her fingernails, she did not dare to struggle too hard.

Then... He just held her, drunk.

Yu Yan was still tensed up, not knowing that he would continue to torment her until he, who was pressed against her body, let out a deep and heavy breath. Then, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at her in astonishment.

Her long eyebrows were locked tightly together, her eyelashes were tightly closed, and the corners of her lips were stained with a few strands of color … Bitterness...

Yu Yan didn't know what had happened to him, but she had been in high spirits everyday, and today, she had revealed her true colors!

She tried to climb out of his embrace to get some clothes to wear, but she was surprised to see a bright yellow corner of his clothes peeking out from the corner of his eye. She hesitated for a moment and couldn't suppress her curiosity. She lightly pulled out the item. It was two silk pieces folded together. There were faint dragon patterns on them and the satin used for the imperial edict.

"Eh? The testamentary edict? " Her heart tightened as she knelt beside him naked, unfurling the thing and quickly looking down.

Not long after, her breath tightened as she tossed away the testamentary edict and went to look at another one. After quickly sweeping through it, she couldn't help but look at Yulixiao with pity …

It would be better if he didn't know about this. It would be better if he died back then!

She sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, then gently placed her fingers on his face and whispered: "Why bother? "Actually, just making a tail fish is also very happy."

He was too drunk to hear her.

Yu Yan got off the bed and forcefully pulled off his boots, then went to take off his drenched clothes. He was so heavy that it took her all the strength she could muster to remove her robe. She wiped the sweat off her face and continued to strip him of her undergarments.

He didn't know how many wounds he had suffered in the past, but there were arrow scars on his back, one after another, looking very ferocious.

He was immersed in bloody battles, yet he received such treatment …

"These bastards!" Yu Yan cursed quietly as she threw away his wet clothes and looked at his pants in distress.

It was wet and entangled in his scarred leg.

Mu Qingli had only seen two people with so many injuries in her life. One of them was her father, Yu Xiang. She didn't have the time to see him recover from his injuries, so she sent him to hell. One of them was Yulixiao. He stood in front of her in an extremely domineering manner, wanting to control the dragon to travel across the sky, look down at the world from above, and conquer her …

But what about his injuries? Who has seen it? Chen Yao? Ye Mingyue? She? Why did he come only to her? She knelt beside his leg and looked helplessly at the overlord.

Since he was already far away, then he might as well continue to be so far away. How could he get drunk here and let her see his sadness?

Yu Yan couldn't hold on to his wet pants, so she used a scissors to cut his pants from the bottom to the top. She tore it open with force, turned him over with great effort, and threw the wet cloth away.

Yu Yan's face was flushed red. She did not look at his body and pulled the quilt over him, putting down the quilt and oil lamp on his body. She went to the window and laid on top of the Pear Blossom Wood Imperial Consort's bed.

He couldn't sleep, and when he came, he couldn't sleep any more.

In the silence of the room, she could only hear the sound of the rain and her heart thumping. Yu Yan turned her body, and tightly grabbed onto that black jade buckle. If she hadn't met him back then, wouldn't she have felt much more at peace? She was still that Yu Yan, and didn't have any intentions of becoming his little cousin?

Humans, the most uncontrollable, is their own heart, clearly squeeze, squeeze, pull, but it still grew 8 legs, like a hateful crab, swing the big pincers, pinch your hand, get rid of your people, quickly crawling to the side of that person.

Yu Yan, Yu Yan, Yu Yan, you are a fish, not a crab!

She turned over again, and the brocade blanket fell from her body to the ground.

She lay down for a while before slowly sitting up and looking down at the pile of quilts on the ground. It lay there like an abandoned fat man, staring stupidly into the darkness of the room.

Yu Yan stepped on it with his foot and said softly, "What are you looking at? Are you looking at me? Look at me, why am I getting more and more foolish? "Isn't it?"

The blanket ignored her, and she was tormented by her disordered heart.

Yu Yan was already 17, and would be 18 in a few months. For girls this age, many of them had already become mothers long ago, and their children had already left. However, she was still like a young girl that had just had her first love. She held her heart and didn't know where to go.

She jumped down barefooted and ran to the corner of the wall. There, she found a branch that the Ah Lang had peeled for her. She turned her head to look at the direction of the bed.

He did not know that she practiced the sword this way every night.

She carefully moved the chair away and raised her sword at the corner, softly chanting, "The heart is as calm as water. Without thinking about anything else, I rushed past the ten thousand foot wall in one go. Infinite spiritual energy rapidly flowed in, flowing from the human path into the aurasea, merging with the conflict …"

That night, she silently remembered the chant he had spoken.

She was still dressed in flowery robes, but her soft body made it seem as if she was dancing. Her moves were connected together, not like a sword technique, but like a sword dance.

The rain beat on the glazed tiles of the palace. She spun around, sweating profusely, soaking her thin clothes, still not feeling tired.

When she lifted her foot, the hem of her skirt gave rise to a faint fragrance. Her feet were stretched taut, and when she leaned back, a force grabbed onto the branch. She turned her head to see him standing behind her with his loose wet hair, holding onto the branch with his big hands.