Chapter 96: Poisoned Wine (2) [VIP]

"I am tired, my dear, please leave." Chu Zhan casually flicked his sleeves, glanced at the bright beauty behind him, and added, "That Miss Chu must be frightened, please comfort her."

"I will take my leave."

His pace was as steady as when he entered the hall. Qu Hanjin gestured for her to walk back to the house, and then he walked out of the hall slowly.

The snow falling under the night sky seemed to be even heavier, and the entire palace was covered with a layer of silver. The white snow fell lightly on the palace walls and roof tiles. Few people knew that the snow was so heavy that night.

The palace lanterns on both sides of the palace road cast a dim light, making the snowy ground appear bright. She followed her husband silently. Although she was still frightened, she felt relieved in this snowy day.

There was no one around, and all the palace maids had hidden away in the various palaces. Chu Qingluo followed a trail of footprints along the road, and suddenly felt a shadow beside her stop in her tracks.

She looked at him doubtfully, and then felt a force pulling her into a frosty and snowy embrace.

The heavy snow still covered the sky and the earth, and bits of poplar catkins and goose feathers fell onto the gentleman's jade crown and cloud robe.

She froze in a trance, clearly feeling the body hugging her tightly... and trembling constantly.

In this position, she couldn't see the man's expression. She didn't hear a word he said, but just trembled like this.

How terrified must the gentleman be to lose his composure like this...

"Sir, I'm fine." Chu Qingluo said softly, slowly raised her hanging hand and placed it on his back.

The gentleman continued to tremble, so she patted his back again and again, saying softly, "Your Majesty has already said that the poisoned wine was only to test your loyalty. After this ordeal, Your Majesty will no longer be afraid of you."

"Um."

After a while, he lowered his eyes and hummed softly, as if he was really comforted by her.

She smiled faintly upon hearing the sound, hugged the thin man back, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, sir, I'm fine..."

Recalling what she had just thought, she smiled cheerfully, suddenly realizing that the regrets she felt could still be remedied: "While drinking, I thought, how fortunate I am that I haven't married you yet. If I had really died in Guangcheng Palace, you would have become a widower."

"You can still laugh..." Qu Hanjin finally opened his thin lips, his voice low and hoarse, with a little choking.

Wen Yu was still laughing, and she raised her cherry lips lightly, pretending to be at ease and saying something funny: "I laugh at the fact that my life is not over yet, and I can still walk with my husband for a while."

An imperceptible damp heat fell on my shoulders.

Chu Qingluo then realized that the gentleman was frightened by Emperor Xuanlong's behavior and actually sobbed uncontrollably in front of her and did not come to his senses for a long time.

"Qingluo, you promised not to abandon me again." He whispered vaguely, rubbing her neck as if begging, but more like complaining.

"You can't go back on your word..."

Before leaving, His Majesty instructed that the gentleman be comforted, but he didn't realize that the gentleman was the one who needed comfort the most...

The feeling of fear had been completely dispelled by the gentleman's commotion. She pondered inwardly for a moment, raising her finger to stroke the gentleman's black hair again: "I am here unharmed, why are you crying..."

"It's okay, everything is fine," she coughed lightly, her brows arched helplessly, "If you cry again, I'm afraid you'll be laughed at by me."

"I won't leave you, sir," Chu Qingluo murmured to herself after a few moments of silence, but it was unclear to whom she was speaking. "Even if I go to hell, I will wait for you, sir..."

Hearing this, he felt it was too ominous. He raised his sleeve and silently wiped the corners of his eyes. For a long time, he begged like a child: "Qingluo... I'm afraid of losing you."

She had never expected that His Majesty's sudden move would make the gentleman cry. It was both absurd and funny. She was both happy and annoyed. She stayed obediently in his arms, gently hugging this young man as white as snow.

"It's too cold in the snow, sir, please take me back to the mansion..." She looked at the falling snow illuminated by the palace lanterns and said softly, "It's cold outside, only the mansion is warm."

"Okay, I'll take you back."

Qu Hanjin nodded in understanding, stood up, took her hand, and walked slowly towards the carriage.

The two of them did not hold an umbrella, but just walked in the huge imperial city and in the vast sky and earth, getting wet in the snow.

Winter snow came and filled the sky, shining brightly with silver light. The green bamboos beside the road had turned into jade branches. The carriage drove slowly in the deep snow, letting the imperial bells ring in the snowy night, and the sound was even louder in the wind.

It was almost midnight. She returned to the hall and shook off the snow. Seeing that her husband was still in a daze, as if he was still scared of the scene in Guangcheng Hall, she made a pot of hot tea for herself.

She poured the tea into the bowl and handed it to her husband.

"Have you recovered from your shock, sir?" Chu Qingluo smiled faintly. Having never done this kind of work before, she was a little hesitant. "I made some tea. I wonder what the temperature is..."

The young man beside her pulled her thoughts back, held her delicate hand, frowned suddenly, and quickly pulled her into his arms: "You don't need to do these things. If you keep freezing like this, you'll catch a cold."

She looked around the hall complainingly, then muttered, "Who told you that the master doesn't even have a personal maid? I have no one to do anything for me, so I have to fend for myself."

This woman

The fear he had just felt had quietly dissipated. Qu Hanjin frowned and asked in surprise, "If I really found a maid, would you agree?"

"No," she refused without hesitation. After thinking for a while, she added with a feigned ferocity, "I will kill him."

The situation was clearly serious. His expression changed slightly, and he regained his composure: "Then I will not harm other people's lives."

Well, her daughter was serving in the side hall, and she was very pleased with the gentleman's behavior, so she didn't pursue the matter any further.

"Sir, is the wound on your hand better?" Her eyes inadvertently swept across his hand that had just had the gauze removed. The wound inflicted a few days ago seemed to have healed a little. Chu Qingluo suddenly wanted to listen to the piano music, so she thought so and told the truth.

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The young master chuckled when he heard this, and stood up gracefully, and really responded to her words.

"What do you want to hear?" He waited for her reply, his solemn features revealing a hint of tenderness.

Choose a song...

After careful consideration, her eyes lit up slightly, and she rested her chin on her hand and replied leisurely, "I would like to hear you play 'Love Song'. I always feel that if you play that song, it will be very beautiful."

Qu Hanjin nodded in understanding, but before his fingertips touched the strings, he suddenly said, "I've never played that piece of music before. Please don't blame me if I don't play it well."

"Is there any piano piece in this world that you don't know?" She blinked her eyes, a little surprised, becoming even more curious.

The song he casually mentioned could actually be one that the teacher had never played before...

Wait a minute, how could Mr. Qu have a piece of music that he had never played?

Seeing Tao Yan's extremely surprised expression, he coughed lightly and explained in a low voice, "I haven't met the person I like yet, so I don't want to play."

"So that's how it is..." Her phoenix eyes raised slightly, a cunning look resurfacing. Chu Qingluo shook her head lightly, like a fox that had been reborn. "Sir, please stroke me quickly. I'm listening carefully."

The melodious sound of the piano echoed with the light plucking of long fingers, just like the gurgling water flowing through the fingers, and the sound expressed the infatuation and was particularly meaningful...

Her face was full of spring, and she listened quietly to the deep and affectionate music, feeling completely mesmerized.

The sound of the zither is so subtle, it seems to hold the tears of longing from thousands of miles away, and also like the gentle touch of joy lingering on one's fingers. The saying "not to envy prosperity, but to play out longing" is perhaps the essence of Mr. Qu, who lives in seclusion in this world...

As the sound of the piano fades away, my heart is filled with longing, my intestines are filled with twists and turns, and I dream of three lifetimes.

"How is it?" Qu Han was nervous. He thought it over again from beginning to end, feeling inexplicably unsure. He lowered his tone and said, "I think... I played it right."

"It seems to be even better than I thought." He walked happily to the piano and sat down in his arms. She nestled in his arms like a cat and asked in a soft voice, "Can I listen to it often in the future?"

He chuckled in response, a hint of tenderness appearing on his solemn face. "Of course, this piece of music was originally played only for Qingluo."

As she listened to him speak, the jade hairpin on her bun was taken off, and her waterfall-like black hair instantly fell down and draped over her thin shoulders. She knew exactly what he meant and her face flushed.

The roots of his ears also felt warm and burning. He thought that just a few moments ago, his life was in danger, and now he was about to have sex. It was really crazy...

Chu Qingluo hesitated for a moment, staring at the snowstorm outside the hall, his dark hair spread as he muttered, "Sir, I don't want to be here. It's really cold."

Even with the doors and windows tightly closed, this elegant room is still cold...

"How about the inner room?" His voice fell slightly hoarse beside her ear. As if imitating her previous seduction, he gently persuaded her, "I asked Fu Guang to prepare a heater."

"Okay." Before she could think about it carefully, the words had already spilled out of her mouth. She was suddenly stunned, and the blush on her rosy cheeks became even redder.

Maybe from the bottom of her heart, she was thinking...

It has nothing to do with revenge, suspicion or exploitation. She just wants to indulge in a night of spring sleep with her husband under the moonlight.

It was more like an inexplicable instinct. If he wanted it, she would happily give it to him.

There was indeed a stove in the inner room, emitting smoke that dispelled the chill of the snowy day. She was laid steadily on the soft couch, her skirt untied, and her face was a little shy.

Even if she did it many times, as long as she looked at the teacher's beautiful face and thought of his majestic appearance in class, she would be embarrassed and speechless.

Clearly sensing the young master's impatience, she glanced slightly and looked away: "Sir, go slower."

"Qingluo, look at me."

Qu Hanjin leaned on the couch with a cold expression, his eyes were unclear, and he gave orders in the tone of a teacher.

"Hmm?" Her delicate face was filled with shyness as she looked at him timidly.

When their eyes met, she saw the gentleman leaning down and the passionate kiss losing all restraint.

His cold eyes were filled with viciousness. He spoke in a low voice, determined to hold her tightly: "I want you to watch, watch how I possess you..."

Then the snow turned to clear up, and it seemed as if a faint moonlight was pouring through the floating clouds, illuminating the winter scenery in the garden with a faint spring color, setting off a beautiful scene.

In the dim moonlight, she was slightly dazed, and he kept grabbing her, pulling her mind away bit by bit.

The girl in his arms was more delicate than a flower. He couldn't control his throbbing and plundered her with unsatisfied desire, penetrating her inch by inch, causing her to moan softly.

"Sir, do you think... His Majesty will become suspicious again?"

Chu Qingluo climbed onto Mr.'s shoulders, her face flushed with shyness. Suddenly, her lips were kissed again: "Hmm..."