C134

"Mengting Anhui" one day: naturally, the clouds only hate late, when they meet sad and deep, a flower to remove the desire, a second life by heaven, even the flower will, but people are ruthless.

Inside the Phoenix Bedchamber room, a faint fragrance was fusing together in the darkness outside the window. The faint fragrance floated as it drifted out of the bedchamber. The room was still as cool as it had been before. Perhaps it was the hurried clouds of the night that made everything seem so dark.

After being exposed to the sunlight for an entire day, the water from the petals in these bamboo baskets had naturally evaporated cleanly. The shriveled and shriveled petals were different from one another. Luo Shang kneeled on the ground and seriously crushed the flower petals inside the Gu that were dried into powder.

Zhuo Jin who was seated on the ground had a downcast face, as she unwillingly punched it a few times, almost to the point of not being able to pierce through the parasite. "I really don't understand, what are you doing with all this nonsense? No one would be willing to accept our kindness. Miss, aren't you asking for trouble?"

She really didn't understand that the Miss would always ask them to pick up these flowers and grasses. She would even carefully dry them in the air, turn them into powder, make them into medicinal brew, and then send them to the doctors and doctors to treat them. Zhuo Jin felt depressed when she thought about how she had to do all these tiring and unflattering things.

Luo Shang patiently and carefully stroked the flower petals in her hand, and said gently, "The Empress of the Wei was a kindhearted and benevolent person, when she was alive, she cared about the people of the world, and never retaliated with virtue. It is rare for me to be so noble and yet humble. What I have done today is far from comparable. "

"But what happened to her? "She committed suicide!" Zhuo Jin retorted loudly, she just thought that whatever it was, it was not a good thing to repay, but a good thing to do too much, a good person doesn't pay with their life!

Since Zhuo Jin had said so, Luo Shang had nothing else to say. The Empress had indeed committed suicide to defend the country and rebel.

If the Empress was still alive, Luo Shang really wished that she could have met her once. It was a fate that determined the fate of the world, and it would only end with victory.

The door was open, and Moon Shadow could see the bright light of the open door shining into the room. A tall shadow was also faintly approaching.

He was dressed in gorgeous white robes as he landed on the ground. There was a golden belt tied around his waist, and it was embedded with bean-sized ink-colored gems. His sleeves and collar were adorned with golden silk, and his tall stature made him as handsome as a god.

"Prince?" Ah Yu was stunned, he quickly put down what he was doing and knelt down.

Ever since Leng Shaoyu publicly humiliated Luo Shang that day, he had not taken even half a step into this place.

Ah Yu tugged at the side as he stood there, staring at Zhuo Jin, signalling her not to lose her composure.

"Don't pull me, I wouldn't kneel to such a heartless man. Why are you kneeling to him? Have you forgotten the grievance he gave to the young miss? " Zhuo Jin's face flushed red, her round eyes stared straight at the man's expressionless face.

Her ice-cold face was as sharp as a sword, and she gave off a cold aura.

Leng Shaoyu's gaze was locked on the woman on the ground. Her smooth black hair naturally hung down to the ground, and because she had lowered her head, the hair on both sides of his face was partially obscured, revealing only his tall nose and half of his figure.

"Get out!" His cold voice finally spoke.

Ah Yu weakly looked at Luo Shang, thinking that it was natural for the King Jin to come over so suddenly, so he pulled Zhuo Jin away and left as well.

Zhuo Jin was unwilling to leave. She stuck her waist out and shouted: "Aren't you just a prince, what's so great about that? They're afraid of you, I'm not afraid.

Her words were full of confidence, but as the man approached her, she lost all confidence. She stuck out her chest and mumbled, "I'm not afraid of you, but my body also retreated a few steps."

Seeing the impatience in the man's eyes, Ah Yu forcefully pulled Zhuo Jin away. From the moment Leng Shaoyu came in, his eyes had always been on Luo Shang, and if he was angered, the consequences would not be something they could bear.

"Why are you pulling me? I'm not done yet." The little girl held onto the door tightly with both of her hands, and was even forcefully dragged away by Ah Yu.

Within the house, there was a silence that had never been there before.

From the moment he entered, Luo Shang hadn't said a word, hadn't given him a single glance, nor had she even raised her head. She was still rubbing the petals, her eyes calm and unperturbed. However, she could not deceive her own heart. It seemed as if her free hand had slipped, causing her pain.

Leng Shaoyu frowned, and immediately went over and squatted down in front of her. He was just about to hold her hand, but she dodged him.

His expression immediately changed, and the worry he had earlier also turned into anger and chilliness. "You feel wronged?"

If it was before, she would have felt concerned. But now, after hearing this, she felt endless ridicule. She felt wronged. From the moment she married him, which day hadn't she been feeling wronged? But so what if he felt wronged? So what?

Luo Shang held onto her swollen arm and directly stood up. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist with her large palm and forcefully pulled her back, throwing her onto the ground.

The man's body pressed against her body, and the strands of hair that he hung down covered his shallow eyebrows. His long and narrow eyes were deep and heavy, and the look in his eyes was as if he was sizing up a prey that could not escape the clutches of his hands.

He stared at the woman beneath him and bellowed, "Speak!"

Luo Shang wanted to turn her head away, but he grabbed her chin and firmly restrained her, forcing her to open her mouth. Glimmers danced in her eyes as she spoke in an indifferent tone, "How could chenqie feel wronged when this King Jin loves you so much."

The hand that was pinching her chin grew stronger, and the man's frown deepened. His eyes were like ice that couldn't melt in winter. Don't be so arrogant, your nobility is not that valuable! "

"In the eyes of the King Jin, my entire being is worthless, isn't it?" There was a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

She really knew how to enrage him. Leng Shaoyu's face darkened, he lowered his head and domineeringly kissed her cherry lips, ignoring her struggles, and slowly bit her lips. He only left after the tip of his tongue had penetrated her lips and tasted her beauty.

He really wanted to take her at this time. If it wasn't for Cai Er saying that she had fainted last night, he would definitely not have endured it and consider her body.

Big Palms wanted to touch her cheek, but they didn't want the woman to avoid them. She didn't want him to touch her? Was that look of disgust? What right did she have to hate him?

Leng Bing's hand swept across her face without restraint, her face turned malevolent. She said coldly, "This king can allow you to be a little emotional, but don't go overboard."

"In front of you, I am not worthy of any emotion. I should just obey you as they do, and win your love with a little bit of shallowness, right?" Luo Shang's heart shattered the moment she thought about how he had intimate relations with Situ Jingyu last night and how she was standing outside the door at that time.

Leng Shaoyu sneered, and suddenly, the words of early Cai Er flashed through his mind. Last night, the princess came. Since she had seen it, was she jealous now?

A hint of joy arose in his heart. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't reveal it. I believe you should know what happened last night. This King wants... "

"You want to take me in as a concubine?" Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Luo Shang opened her mouth first.

He originally wanted to explain last night's situation to her, but who would've thought that this woman would ask him this. It seemed that she really did covet it. Leng Shaoyu laughed, and then said deliberately: "Miss Situ, not only are you a virtuous and virtuous lady, you are also a gentle and considerate person. Unlike some women who would only make their husband upset, This King intends to let her enter the mansion, but... "If you …"

"For King Jin to think like this, Miss Situ must be very happy. Rest assured, I will not cause any more trouble, nor will I disturb your peace and quiet. " Her eyes were indifferent, emotionless, neither sad nor happy, nor indifferent.

These words, however, made Leng Shaoyu's face suddenly turn ashen, and the corner of his lips slowly sank down. He wanted to say, if she didn't want to, then so be it. He didn't expect this woman to be so magnanimous. He actually wanted to take him in as a concubine so badly.

"His eyes are deep and his tone is cold." Is that really what you think? "

"Yes." Luo Shang bit her lips and struggled to utter a word. So what if she said it wasn't, what could she change?

She did not completely believe what Situ Jingyu had said. Luo Shang smiled bitterly, and thought that it was only because he did not agree to take in a concubine that Situ Jingyu was willing to beg her. Looks like she was wrong. What Situ Jingyu said was true; he really wanted to take in a concubine.

"You — —" Leng Shaoyu suppressed the anger in his heart, and landed a fist on the ground beside her head, producing a heavy sound.

Then he stood up, his back to her, and looked away, leaving only his arm by the door frame, leaving a message.

"If that is what you wish for, alright, This King will grant you your wish." With a flick of his sleeve, he walked out of the room.

What she wanted, what she hoped, was not like this.

Tears blurred her vision, but they only quivered slightly in her eyes. She wanted to open her mouth and beg him. If he begged her not to take a concubine, would he? Would he? Luo Shang leaned on the corner of the table tiredly. His eyes were wet and her nose was red.

If she knew that one of her words could change his thoughts and decision, Luo Shang would definitely open her mouth to beg him. She would rather let go of her pride.

It was just that in her heart, Leng Shaoyu would never make any changes for her. Even if she begged him, there would only be one result.

The one who should have said that was her. If this was what he wanted, she was willing to help him.

Only, Leng Shaoyu and Luo Shang would never think that it was exactly because of this night of rancor. The knot in their hearts, had ultimately become the biggest regret between them.