Chapter 56 Chapter 56 "Were you feeling uncomfortable just now?"...
He tore the tight waist belt with force, and Zhao Qingyi was caught off guard, and her soft and boneless body fell directly into his arms.
The waist belt fell to the ground, the collar of the clothes was disheveled, and the strange fragrance that had already seeped into the skin became even sweeter and stronger.
Zhao Qingyi instinctively felt ashamed. She knew that Chu Yuanhe was saving her and that there was something wrong with the clothes, but even so, she couldn't expose herself in front of others like this.
She hurriedly gathered up her clothes, her breathing rapid and unsteady, "Go first..."
She pushed him, urging him to go faster, but as soon as her palm touched his body, the solid touch made her whole body go limp. Not only was she unable to push him away, but she leaned forward uncontrollably, curling her slender fingers and tightly grasping his shoulders.
Chu Yuanhe could only hug her and said, "I'll go call the imperial physician." He picked her up and carried her horizontally to the soft couch in the side hall.
After the strange fragrance, Zhao Qingyi smelled the crisp pine scent on his body. Like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood, she couldn't help but follow the coolness and buried her hot cheeks in his broad chest.
Chu Yuanhe tried to put her down, but she wrapped around his neck like a vine, refusing to let go, "Don't go..."
Heat surged within her body and she shivered uncontrollably.
It was so painful, the most torment she had ever experienced. She felt that she would never see the imperial physician again.
"Chu...Chu Tianba..." she called softly, hoping he would stay.
Chu Yuanhe had excellent eyesight. Even though the hall was dim, he could still see her rosy cheeks and her misty almond eyes. She was so tempting, but she was calling out another man's name.
Chu Yuanhe felt like he had shot himself in the foot and couldn't help but sigh, "My name is Chu Yuanhe, remember?"
"Chu... Yuanhe..."
Zhao Qingyi's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he subconsciously murmured, repeating this unfamiliar name.
When the delicate and trembling voice entered his ears, Chu Yuanhe felt numbness in the joints of his bones. He enjoyed it so much that he wished he could let her call him a few more times, but his reason told him that he couldn't do this anymore. He had to call the imperial physician as soon as possible, otherwise, God knew what would happen.
He made up his mind and stuffed her into the quilt with strong force, then lit the candles in the hall to prevent her from seeing clearly and getting hurt. After doing this, he ordered the imperial guards to summon Liao Yuanpan through the hall door.
When she returned to the hall, Zhao Qingyi had already thrown off her quilt and rolled off, falling on the footstool and shivering. Her complicated palace dress was completely scattered, hanging in pieces between her fair arms, swaying precariously.
Chu Yuanhe's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward, palming her fair shoulders, "The imperial physician will be here soon, just bear with it..."
The rough palm touched her delicate skin, causing her to shudder even more violently.
Zhao Qingyi suddenly wanted to cry.
She stretched out her hand tremblingly, with fear and a hint of inexplicable expectation, and covered his lips.
She looked at the handsome face so close to her, and an idea flashed through her confused mind.
Why wait? Why endure?
"Kiss me..." She cried softly, kneeling on the footstool, grabbing the man's collar and pulling it down hard.
Chu Yuanhe had to lean over and get closer to her, close enough to see the blush and tears at the corners of her eyes, close enough to smell the warm fragrance emanating from her body, which was even more deadly.
He looked into her eyes, clearly seeing the desire in them, but he quickly turned his head away.
"The ground is cold, let me help you up." His voice was hoarse.
Zhao Qingyi suddenly found it unbelievable. He actually rejected her?
Or when she needed him most, he... rejected her?
Chu Yuanhe helped her stand up slowly.
The skin he touched became increasingly hot, and the burning and itchy feeling seemed to melt into his palms and into her bones and blood.
She involuntarily moved forward again, but her feet felt empty and she slipped off the footrest, falling into his arms. This time she would not let go, and her arms passed through his armpits, tightly wrapping around his shoulders and back.
For the first time in his life, Chu Yuanhe truly experienced what it felt like to throw himself into someone's arms, but...
But it was clearly an instinctive demand under the influence of the drug.
She didn't do it willingly.
He took a deep breath and tried to hold her arms apart.
Zhao Qingyi hugged him even tighter, her slender fingers unconsciously rubbing his tense back, feeling the bulge of his shoulder blades. Such a strong strength was no match for her delicate and rude nature at this moment.
"You don't want to kiss me or hug me anymore..." she complained while sobbing.
Chu Yuanhe closed his eyes and suppressed the surging blood. He wished he could cut King Qi, who had drugged him, into pieces immediately. The drug must be so powerful that it could make Zhao Qingyi lose all her mind.
He knew her shyness and reserve best.
"Look at me." Chu Yuanhe said in a hoarse voice, holding her hot little face.
Did she know who was in front of her? Did she know what she was doing? Or...
She didn't care who the person in front of her was, she just wanted him.
"Look at who I am." Chu Yuanhe tried to bring her back to her senses. "Look carefully before you speak."
Zhao Qingyi frowned slightly, feeling that he was too nagging.
Not bothering to pay attention, she slowly moved her hands up from his shoulder blades, clasping his neck and forcing him to lower his head.
It was still a little short, so she tiptoed and offered her lips to him, saving him from having to say anything more.
Different from the first time they kissed forcibly, Chu Yuanhe clearly felt that this time she was more passionate, more eager, and more disorganized, but he was conquered by her and had no power to resist her clumsy kiss.
The moment their lips touched, they switched positions. She pushed him onto the couch and covered him, firmly and tightly.
Chu Yuanhe sank into the quilt, and his rolling Adam's apple couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, which seemed both suppressed and refreshing.
Zhao Qingyi gained the upper hand, leaned over, her red lips brushed across his jaw, landed on his earlobe, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid.
The delicate body under the small dress pressed against his solid chest, soft and shapeless, spreading out like water.
Chu Yuanhe turned his face to the side, allowing her to kiss his neck freely. His peach blossom eyes, which used to be smiling and unrestrained, gradually became deep and obscure.
Just lower your eyes slightly and you can take in the entire spring scenery in the garden.
It is not difficult to imagine how soft, like flowers and clouds, beautiful and gorgeous it must be.
Zhao Qingyi was completely unaware of his increasingly in-depth probing gaze. She slightly opened her red lips and gently bit the raised Adam's apple on his neck.
The gate of life was suddenly pinched, and Chu Yuanhe's ten fingers fiercely grasped the mattress under him, "Um...bangbang..."
He gasped with passion, but could do nothing. The woman opened her sharp teeth and scraped the skin on his neck.
He took a deep breath, and his muscles instantly tensed as hard as iron.
Zhao Qingyi was bullying him, knowing all his changes. Her thin fingers stained with light red gently stroked his neck where veins bulged.
Chu Yuanhe closed his eyes and groaned, his heavy, hot breath spraying on her ears, restrained yet sexy.
Listening to his sweet sighs, Zhao Qingyi inexplicably felt a sense of vanity and satisfaction, as if she had control over everything about him.
His life and death depended on her thoughts.
Her tongue returned to entwine around his neck again. This was a skill he had taught her, and now she was just putting it into practice.
She lowered her head, and with delicate kisses, she pushed open his collar, revealing his well-defined chest.
A gust of fragrant wind invaded his chest, clashing with the surging heat in his body, making him extremely uncomfortable. Unconsciously, he inhaled a lot of it.
"Banpan..." Chu Yuanhe leaned against her cloud-like hair, raised his head slightly, and looked at the woman in his arms.
He underestimated her courage and she overestimated his patience.
"Okay, let's wait for the doctor."
He raised his arm and put his arm around her soft shoulders, trying with great difficulty to separate their bodies. However, they had been stuck together for a long time, their passion was boiling, and they wished they could merge into one. If they tried to separate them by force, it would inevitably bring about bloody and painful torment.
Zhao Qingyi was pushed aside by him and started crying immediately. What did she do wrong?
She grabbed his sleeve as he was about to pull it away. He was her mistress, her man, so it was naturally his duty to detoxify her.
Why should he refuse?
Doesn't he like her?
Then take advantage of the present moment and get her. She won't blame him later. After all, she is forced by the situation. She is a reasonable person and will not cry, make a fuss, or even commit suicide because of this.
Such a good opportunity, what is he waiting for?
The imperial physician is old, why call him?
"Chu Yuanhe...you..." Zhao Qingyi blurted out anxiously and angrily, "How come you...are only good-looking but useless?"
Chu Yuanhe was struck by lightning.
What did she say? He's all show and no substance?
The little mouth continued to chatter, "You...you are not able to do it? So...so you need to summon the imperial physician..."
Chu Yuanhe's face turned black.
No man can tolerate such provocation and humiliation from the woman he loves.
Seeing that Zhao Qingyi was about to pester him again, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he took control and pressed her down, almost squeezing out words through gritted teeth, "You are so heartless! I was afraid of scaring you, but you say I'm useless?"
As he spoke, he rested one hand on her slender neck and the other hand on her ankle, tightening his grip.
Zhao Qingyi groaned in pain. She had been pampered since childhood, and her skin was as white as snow and as delicate as jade. When he pinched her, a circle of red marks instantly appeared on her white ankle.
Chu Yuanhe fiercely blocked her lips and swallowed her broken moans into his stomach.
Zhao Qingyi sobbed and couldn't help but open her arms to hug his broad shoulders. The gauze dress that was about to fall off her arms slipped off completely.
The hot and sticky kisses were almost everywhere, leaving behind some bright red marks.
Zhao Qingyi was in a trance from his kiss. She felt hot and her fragrance became stronger, filling their noses. She was not the only one who was indulging in the sea of love at this moment.
Chu Yuanhe didn't want to resist anymore. He just had to smell it. From the moment she said the word "useless", his dignity as a man completely crushed his reason. He wanted her to regret her reckless behavior at this moment.
He kissed her intently, and his big hands that were holding her ankles gradually loosened and tried to explore.
Zhao Qingyi was completely immersed in it, and she had to admit that Chu Yuanhe was different.
His breath, his temperature, his touch, everything made her dizzy and unable to control her emotions.
The sudden onset of burning pain woke her up from her drifting mood. She pinched his shoulders with her bare hands, and her fingertips almost dug into his tense muscles through his brocade clothes.
She bent her body, and her low and gentle chanting suddenly became loud.
Chu Yuanhe's face was tense, there was no more playful smile on his face, only serious restraint.
"Bear with it...it will be fine soon." The voice was hoarse, cold and deep.
Zhao Qingyi was too weak to control the medicinal properties of the fragrance in her body. Now this was the only method that could provide her with some relief.
Zhao Qingyi was terrified. The strange invasion made her shocked and afraid.
She kicked and tried to break free from his hand, "Chu Yuanhe...you, you take it away..."
She looked at him with tearful eyes. In the flickering candlelight, the man had a sullen face, expressionless, his neck red, and only his arms were moving slightly.
Zhao Qingyi cried out of breath and ordered him to stop.
He had said before that he would stop as long as she shouted.
But he lied.
The evil beast that had been so well disguised in front of her finally showed its fangs and would no longer listen to any orders from its master.
Zhao Qingyi cried and shouted, but her body betrayed her will and responded involuntarily.
Gradually, the fear dissipated, and another strange feeling made her feel happy and excited, sweeping over all her senses.
The tone of her crying also changed, and she snuggled up in his arms and sank into oblivion.
Chu Yuanhe was always paying attention to her feelings, watching her discomfort fade away bit by bit, like a shy and delicate peony, gradually swaying at his fingertips and blooming with breathtaking beauty.
A drop of cold sweat slid down the man's resolute jaw, sank into her heart, and slid across the undulating snow-capped mountains.
Chu Yuanhe stared at the drop of cold sweat, his expression stiff.
She was happy, but he was still in pain and had to go back to being useless.
Zhao Qingyi cried so hard that she looked even more delicate and fragile than the bright red peony.
How could he take advantage of her in such a state? It was already an offense.
He closed his eyes, letting the mountain stream ripple, meander down, and then climb to the top.
Zhao Qingyi's mind went blank, and her dazed cries pierced through the palace door.
Judge Liao rushed over in a hurry and happened to hear the noise outside. He was so scared that he fell to his knees and his official hat was tilted.
The deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, Lin Feng, also had a sudden change of expression. He quickly grabbed Liao Yuanpan by the back of his neck and dragged him far away. The rest of the Imperial Guards followed suit in tacit understanding, and the circle of encirclement expanded several times to ensure that his ears were clear and he could not hear anything.
Judge Liao trembled and asked Lin Feng for instructions, "This, this, this... is it still necessary for me to ask this humble official?"
Lin Feng pondered for a moment. The situation in the palace was already like that, so it should not be necessary. If the imperial physician went there now, it would only disrupt the master's good fortune.
"No need for that. What happened today must not be spread. If even a single word is leaked..."
Judge Liao was sweating profusely and quickly agreed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly retreated. As he left, he couldn't help but wonder which noble lady had the honor to receive this. Will there be a female mistress in the harem tomorrow?
Who could it be? Miss Wang? Miss Zhang? Or maybe...
Judge Liao thought of the Princess Chenhua, whom he had met a few times before, and then thought about how His Majesty had gone to such lengths to disguise himself in order to get close to her...
Well, Judge Liao felt that he had discovered the truth.
Inside the palace, Chu Yuanhe was still struggling in the sea of suffering. Why hadn't the imperial physician come yet? He could hardly hold on any longer!
He maintained his embrace of Zhao Qingyi with one hand, and slowly wiped the hem of her skirt with the other.
Zhao Qingyi had recovered. She was leaning lazily and weakly, with disheveled hair, a flushed face, and tear marks at the corners of her eyes, making her look like a crabapple tree hit by rain, pitiful and delicate.
Seeing his movements and the obvious dark wet marks on his black sleeves, she wished she could disappear right there and die.
He actually...
Zhao Qingyi was so ashamed that she looked at Chu Yuanhe cautiously.
He wiped his hands on her body as if nothing had happened and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you feeling better now?"
Zhao Qingyi was so nervous that her toes curled up. Her mind, which had just regained a bit of clarity, fell into a new round of chaos. She shivered unbearably and gathered up her messy skirt.
"Okay, much better..." She pushed Chu Yuanhe away insincerely and pulled the quilt in front of her.
Chu Yuanhe's eyes darkened, but he said nothing and did not argue.
The hall fell into an eerie silence. Neither of them spoke. Zhao Qingyi couldn't wait for his next move, so he simply moved to the other end of the couch.
She hugged the quilt, half leaning against the side of the soft couch, trying her best to endure the surging heat. She didn't know what was going on. She was clearly fine, but suddenly she couldn't control herself again...
The legs hidden in her skirt began to tremble, and she tried her best to suppress them so that the other party would not notice anything unusual.
Even after what happened before, he didn't touch her, which showed that his love for her might only be superficial, otherwise she couldn't think of any reason that would make him refuse to give in.
Since he doesn't want to, then forget it. Why should she force him?
If it really doesn't work, then saving your life is the most important thing, and innocence... is secondary.
Chu Yuanhe didn't know what she was thinking, and froze on the other side, "...Panpan?"
She looked very unhappy.
"What's wrong?" He was anxious. "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"
It would have been better if he didn't ask. As soon as he asked, Zhao Qingyi felt shame coming over her like a tidal wave. She was not a person who indulged herself. All the things that happened before were just because she was drugged. She had no choice but to go with the flow. After all, she did not reject Chu Yuanhe.
Thinking that he only needed an antidote, Zhao Qingyi had already comforted herself and was just waiting for things to happen naturally.
But his refusal made her current helplessness and suffering seem particularly embarrassing, as if all this had become her wishful thinking.
Besides, he had just reluctantly helped her to resolve the situation. If he asked for more, wouldn't it be throwing her noble dignity to the ground?
I don’t know how he will laugh at me when I look back.
Chu Yuanhe had no idea of the many twists and turns in her mind, and he also had his concerns.
But seeing that she looked unhappy, he still leaned over and said, "You want me to help you again..."
"No need!" Zhao Qingyi refused coldly, with a tone of resentment in her voice, "You won't die, you can go now."
"Help"? You said it so reluctantly.
"How can I leave you alone..." Chu Yuanhe wanted to touch her skirt.
Zhao Qingyi was angry, "I said I don't need you!"
Perhaps it was because she felt unbearable physically, or perhaps it was her strange self-esteem that caused her tears to roll down uncontrollably the moment she cried out.
Chu Yuanhe stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. Why did he suddenly start crying?
Is it so uncomfortable?
...Yes, he felt uncomfortable too, not to mention that Zhao Qingyi was just a weak woman who couldn't even tie a chicken, so it was probably even harder for her.
He pursed his lips tightly, pondering the reason why she refused to turn hostile. "Was it me who just... made me uncomfortable?"
He felt that he still had a good grasp of the situation, only testing the edge without hurting the inside.
Zhao Qingyi didn't want to pay attention to him, so she turned away and tried to hold back her anger. Her messy black hair spread on her fair back, entwining with her sweaty skin and the thin straps of her dress, which was particularly charming.
The evil thoughts that Chu Yuanhe had tried so hard to suppress were about to burst out. He had reached his limit and didn't want to endure it anymore.
He lay on his side on the couch, his hot and moving breath particularly clear in the silence.
Zhao Qingyi was also enduring it. When she suddenly heard the noise, her ears turned red and a numb feeling spread throughout her body.
Did he... smell the incense on her clothes?
Zhao Qingyi bit her lip, trying to hold it back again and again, but finally she couldn't hold it back anymore and slowly turned her head away.
He was seen lying on his back, half of his body leaning against the bedpost, one long leg stretched naturally, the other knee slightly bent, sitting in a flamboyant posture, fiddling with one hand casually, looking arrogant.
Zhao Qingyi's head buzzed and his face instantly turned red as blood.
What is he doing!
This was probably the most shocking scene she had ever seen in her life. Reason told her that she should cover her eyes and turn her head away, but her body seemed to be frozen, and she stood there stiffly, motionless.
Chu Yuanhe let out a long sigh, perhaps because he had broken his bottom line and started to act without any scruples. He was still fiddling with it, and his affectionate peach blossom eyes met her gaze.
He was no longer as playful and carefree as before, but instead had a gloomy look on his face. He made no secret of his desire for her, and his handsome, enchanting face was covered in blushes and sweat.
Zhao Qingyi was at a loss. Besides being horrified, a warm feeling surged in her, making her even more embarrassed.
She tried to escape, but he held her wrist, "Why are you hiding?"
He forcibly pulled the person back from the other end of the couch and pulled him into his arms.
Zhao Qingyi lay on his chest, feeling that her previous thoughts were too hasty, and now it was really true... she might as well die.
"Hurry up...put it away..." Her voice was shaking.
The man exuded a strange and evil aura, and his voice was hoarse. "Now that you feel comfortable, you'll just ignore me?"
What's the meaning?
Zhao Qingyi's phone crashed, and after a while she realized that it was her...
The other person had already held her sweaty little hand and replaced it with his own, "I helped you, you help me too... okay?"
His hot, wet palm caressed her blushing cheek. He lowered his head, brushed his thin lips against her earlobe, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
The popularity is amazing.
Zhao Qingyi closed his eyes tightly.
"Just like before, it's very simple. You are so smart, you will learn it right away..." The devilish voice entered her ears, and she shook her head.
At this time, she didn't want to be praised.
This time she really couldn't help it, and begged in a heavy voice, "Let's call, call the imperial physician... The imperial physician will help you..."
The smile on Chu Yuanhe's lips froze, and his breathing became heavy due to pain and anger.
His big palm wrapped around hers, guiding her to slowly adapt to the rhythm, and was also firm in not allowing any refusal, "Banban, please be kind..."
"Only you can help me." He kissed the corner of her lips, showing off pitifully, "I feel as bad as you do, you should empathize with me..."
Zhao Qingyi was indeed feeling uncomfortable, but now it was no longer a matter of face and self-esteem, but rather that her sense of shame was being pressed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly by the man in front of her.
She could no longer bear to look at it all.
The other hand was also controlled, and they barely closed it with combined force, almost burning a layer of skin on the delicate palm.
Chu Yuanhe grabbed the back of her head and pressed her red face against his chest, unleashing his brutality where she couldn't see.
Anyway, now that things have come to this, why should he still pretend?
The sounds of joy echoed in the side hall, making the atmosphere particularly sticky.
The effect of the medicine surged again, and Zhao Qingyi started crying again. She couldn't understand why they shouldn't be more direct since both parties were suffering.
Chu Yuanhe did this specifically to make her feel ashamed and angry.
Thinking of this, she was so angry that she put pressure on him.
A hoarse growl suddenly came from above my head, and pain and extremeness went hand in hand.
After experiencing this feeling, he couldn't control himself. Instead, he covered her soft little hand and acted even more anxiously and recklessly.
However, it is ultimately a drop in the bucket and is of no help.
That strange fragrance was still too overbearing.
Zhao Qingyi also went from feeling ashamed and angry at the beginning to being dominated by emotions again. The most important thing was to get through this hurdle.
Who cares what he thinks.
Zhao Qingyi regained control of her limbs, pressed his shoulders, and tried to speak calmly, "...Don't waste your energy."
She needs an antidote, and Chu Yuanhe is her only and best choice at the moment.
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