Chapter 416 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (27)

When Qingwu tilted her head and moved closer, Wen Xingzhi could clearly see the dense hair behind her ears and the snow-white skin at her collar that rose and fell with her breathing.

"Sir, what are you thinking about?" She brushed her eyelashes across the back of his hand, her cool fingertips gently touching his tense knuckles, and pointed to a sentence in the book. "Tell me what this means."

In the silence that filled the room, only the crackling sound of the candle wick bursting echoed in the air.

Wen Xingzhi suddenly grabbed Qingwu's hand holding the pen without any warning, with such force that he almost crushed the wolf-hair brush.

Qing Wu was caught off guard and couldn't help but let out a scream, which along with her warm breath hit Wen Xingzhi's neck.

Wen Xingzhi lowered his head when he heard the voice, and his eyes met Qingwu's.

He saw those eyes filled with spring water, with bewitching ripples in them.

"Don't move." The hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from deep in the chest.

Wen Xingzhi stared at the suspicious red mark under Qingwu's collar, suddenly leaned forward, and stopped half an inch away from that skin.

At this time, Wen Xingzhi was very close to Qingwu, so close that he could even clearly feel Qingwu's heartbeat.

The heartbeats, like a war drum, kept beating at his sanity.

who?

Who is it?

Who is it?!

Qing Wu's every move these past few days was under his control, so how could such a mark suddenly appear on her body? ? ?

Thinking of Qingwu's tired look today, even though Wen Xingzhi had never experienced such a thing, he couldn't help but think of some things that he could not accept at all.

And the man Qingwu had recently come into contact with...

Besides him, there is only...

Chi Yunjian!

Wen Xingzhi's face turned ashen in an instant.

Yes.

Even a man as calm and composed as him had been suppressing his impulses since seeing Qingwu.

What about Chi Yunjian?

Wouldn't it be even more difficult to control himself for that guy who is full of brute force and has a temper like a wild beast?

A terrifying picture involuntarily emerged in Wen Xingzhi's mind—

Chi Yunjian's big hands, covered with thin calluses, mercilessly tore open Qingwu's clothes, tearing apart all her disguises.

The fragile little princess was forced to raise her swan-like neck, with crystal tears condensed on her slightly trembling eyelashes. A pool of moonlight gathered in the depression of her collarbone, but it was ruthlessly crushed by Chi Yunjian's fingertips with thin calluses.

The beast-like man pressed her against the mottled palace wall, panting heavily and biting her skin...

Did Chi Yunjian use force to force him?

still......

Chi Yunjian wanted to use his own confidence to lure this extremely innocent little princess into committing herself to him?

......What about her?

To Qingwu, she was just a powerless and helpless little princess. Faced with the covetousness of this ferocious beast, she was completely powerless to resist.

She could only reach out and hook her arms around his neck, letting out tiny sobs of passion and desire.

Wen Xingzhi's vision went dark.

He suddenly realized that compared to the threat posed by Chi Yunjian giving Qingwu military power to him, he was more afraid of...

Or rather more jealous.

If Qingwu wanted power, why didn't she choose him? !

He could control the memorials from all officials and influence the implementation of government orders. It can be said that he had power over the government and the country.

The candlelight flickered on the bronze animal-shaped lampstand. Wen Xingzhi stared at the red mark on Qingwu's neck, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

The glaring red seemed like cinnabar laced with poison, burning his retina and covering everything in front of him with a layer of blood-red mist.

He could hear the throbbing of his temples, his nails digging deep into his palms, creating hideous wrinkles under his brocade sleeves, but he was completely unaware.

The Wen Xingzhi who was able to plan and strategize calmly in the court completely collapsed at this moment.

All the political strategies and tactics he had painstakingly cultivated over the years were now like bubbles, shattered and dissipated in the jealousy and resentment surging in his heart.

What Wen Xingzhi repeatedly suppressed in his heart was the urge to cover it with his lips and tongue.

——He can too.

but......

Wen Xingzhi suddenly stood up without warning, and the rosewood chair under him rubbed against the blue brick floor, making a harsh sound, which scared Qingwu.

"Prime Minister?"

The clear and timid voice was like a fine needle, piercing his confused thoughts.

Wen Xingzhi's eyes were heavy. Years of planning, his desire for power, his jealous and twisted heart, and the hidden desires that he himself was not even aware of were all mixed together at this moment.

It was like a tangled mess, making his mood even more confused.

Wen Xingzhi used the greatest restraint in his life.

Trying hard not to look into those eyes, he said coldly.

"Your Majesty seems quite tired today, and I doubt he has the heart to study properly."

“So that’s where we are today.”

After saying this, Wen Xingzhi turned and left without even giving Qingwu time to respond.

The corner of his robe swept across the table, and the overturned inkstone spread ink marks on the rice paper, just like his messy mood at the moment.

He had to get out of this place quickly before he completely lost his mind.

He needs to think about it carefully.

The moment Wen Xingzhi stepped out of the palace door, the night wind, carrying fine raindrops, blew in his face, but it could not extinguish the fire of desire in his heart. Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, making him even more restless.

The rain soaked his black official uniform, and the soles of his boots splashed in the puddles, as if to crush the restlessness in his heart.

Wen Xingzhi didn't stop until he passed the last moon-shaped gate, leaning against the mottled palace wall and gasping for breath.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the sycamore leaves onto his face, cutting his distorted expression into fragments of light and dark.

"Chi, Yun, Jian." He gritted his teeth and spat out the name. The low growl that came out of his throat startled the night owl perched on the beam, causing it to let out a strange cry.

He will find out everything that happened yesterday!

But now this anxious mood also made Wen Xingzhi realize that after tonight, some things have quietly changed.

But some things cannot be suppressed.

otherwise......

It will be even more terrifying.

Chi Yunjian, who was so "missed" by Wen Xingzhi, was sitting peacefully in the general's mansion at this time.

He was concentrating on examining an exquisite little bow.

The scent of pine resin and sawdust intertwined in the air, slowly lingering in the general's mansion.

Chi Yunjian placed the carving knife on the sandalwood table and stroked the winding dragon pattern on the bow arm with his fingertips.

Nodded with satisfaction.

The candlelight danced on the bronze animal-shaped lampstand, reflecting the flowing sandalwood luster of the bow, sometimes brighter and sometimes darker.

This bow is two fingers narrower than an ordinary war bow, but a ruyi cloud head cleverly extends from the handle. The carved scale patterns are extremely delicate, three times more exquisite than Jiangnan Suzhou embroidery. One can't help but admire the craftsman's superb skills.

This size, style...