Chapter 53 Unbuttoned His Shirt
The crescent moon is like a hook, and the stars dotted on the night sky are shining.
Jiang Shu lifted her skirt and ran towards the figure that was as tall as a crane and as slender as a pine tree.
Having lived for more than ten years, she has always been cautious and well-behaved, always putting the overall situation first in everything she does, and has never been willful.
At this moment, she, who had experienced great joy and great sorrow, was no longer the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, nor was she the widow of the prince of Xinyang Marquisate, but just herself.
She followed her heart, ran to Lu Changji, put her arms around his strong waist, and buried her head on his chest.
There was the cool scent of cedar in her nose and the steady and powerful heartbeat in her ears, and Jiang Shu's uncertain heart finally settled down.
"Uncle!" Jiang Shu coughed lightly to make her voice less hoarse. "I knew you wouldn't die. You're Lu Changji. You're so smart, and you always have a plan in mind for everything you do. How could you die so easily?"
On the day of the assassination, even the imperial physician said that no medicine could cure Lu Changji, but he managed to pull through. Now that he has come back from the dead, what's so surprising about that?
Jiang Shu's eyes curved into two crescents. There was nothing in this world that Lu Changji couldn't do.
Uncle, you are not dead. This is really a great thing.
The person in his arms was delicate and soft. She was so happy that her body was trembling slightly, and she was very close to him.
Lu Changji didn't say anything, but just tightened his arms around Jiang Shu, as if he wanted to embed Jiang Shu into his body.
He lowered his head, staring at Jiang Shu's cheek, suppressed the urge to kiss her, and reached out to smooth her slightly messy hair.
He asked softly, "Are you cold?"
Qingyun Hall is remote and has been uninhabited for a long time, and coldness seeps into every brick and tile.
Jiang Shu was naturally cold, but the immense joy that flooded her brain made her blood boil. Even the chill she felt became insignificant.
As Lu Changji spoke, he took off his coat, put it on Jiang Shu's shoulders, and walked into the house with her.
In the light, he could see her appearance clearly. Her eyes, which used to be as bright as water, were now bloodshot, with dark circles under her eyes. Her pink lips were dry due to lack of water, and she looked extremely haggard.
Lu Changji looked around. The room was empty, without even a cup of tea.
The anger in his dark eyes flashed away, and when Lu Changji cast his gaze on Jiang Shu, his expression became gentle again: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Then why did she pretend to be dead? Lu Changji was the prime minister of the dynasty. His safety was related to the country. There were some things that she should not know. Jiang Shu knew her limits and did not express her doubts.
Lu Changji didn't shy away from anything and said to Jiang Shu in a gentle voice, "The man on the Seven Stars Platform is a death row prisoner brought out from the Ministry of Justice. He looks four points like me, but after the disguise artist's operation, he looks ten points like me.
I nearly lost my life, so I can't go through this suffering in vain. I might as well take this opportunity to let Lu Zhun down his guard and eliminate the root of the problem."
Cut the grass at its roots...
This is the powerful official of the current dynasty. The struggle in the court is different from that in the inner house. Once it starts, it will continue to fight to the death. It will not end until one side is completely eliminated.
Jiang Shu didn't understand the twists and turns and bloody storms in the court. She only knew that the moment she learned of Lu Changji's death, she was in great pain. Now that she knew he was not dead, her heart suddenly came alive, and she could no longer let him take risks.
She said, "Fame, wealth and status are all fleeting. My uncle is at the highest position among the officials, and he is unparalleled in dignity. When he reaches a point where he can no longer advance, it is understandable that he would retreat a little.
Uncle, you must not put yourself in danger for such an illusory thing. You must take care of yourself and always be cautious."
Thinking of Lu Changji's injured condition, Jiang Shu couldn't hold back her tears and started crying again. She sobbed, carefully leaned in front of Lu Changji, and put her arms around his waist.
"You have no idea how worried I was the day you were taken away by the assassin. I can't even imagine how I would live the rest of my life without you."
"I didn't sleep a wink that night. At daybreak, I heard the news of your return. I had never been so happy. I ran to the Canaan Courtyard, but the doctor said you probably wouldn't survive."
"I don't know what to do. I just want to be with you. Even if you really can't make it, it's good for me to stay with you for a while longer."
"You were clearly awake, but I didn't expect you to be gone in just a short while. I was so heartbroken that I ran to the mourning hall in front of everyone. My father scolded me and blamed me, but I didn't feel any fear. I was like a broken jar."
Jiang Shu tightened her grip around Lu Changji and whispered, "Uncle, if you want to fake your death again, you must tell me in advance. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."
The moonlight shines on the courtyard deep in the courtyard, which is as lonely as water.
Something fell on the top of Jiang Shu's head, wetting her hair little by little.
Jiang Shu raised her head and saw a gleam in the corners of Lu Changji's eyes.
Lu Changji took out a plain white handkerchief and wiped the tears from Jiang Shu's face. He then wiped away his own tears as well and said softly, "Shu'er, I'm sorry. I won't do this again."
His feelings for her were deep in his bones, but he didn't know whether she also cared about him. After all, she was getting closer to him step by step in order to get pregnant.
He didn't feel safe at all with her.
Jiang Shu's words made Lu Changji feel more at ease than ever before.
He was well-read and had read countless wonderful verses, but none of those poems could have been as amazing as what she had just said.
Make him moved.
The autumn wind blows, bringing a cool breeze.
Lu Changji stood up straight, lit the candle in the lantern, and made a "please" gesture to Jiang Shu.
He said, "Qingyun Hall is remote and cold, not suitable for living. I will send you back to Xinchun Garden."
Jiang Shu shook her head. "My words and actions today were inappropriate and almost caused a serious mistake. My father has ordered me to stay at home and reflect on my actions. I am not allowed to leave Qingyun Hall for the next few days."
Lu Changji grasped her wrist and slowly pulled her up from the chair. "Father's words aren't entirely right. If they are right, it's fine to listen to them. If they are wrong, then ignore them."
As long as he can hold on, he will never let her suffer any injustice.
He has been in a high position for a long time, and even though his tone of voice is very humble, it is full of intimidation, making people want to submit unconsciously.
Jiang Shu no longer hesitated, stood up, and followed Lu Changji out of the courtyard.
It was the dead of night, the crescent moon was high in the sky, and the corridor was quiet except for the sound of two people's footsteps.
Lu Changji was tall and had long legs. He deliberately slowed down his pace, walked behind Jiang Shu, and held a lantern to illuminate her.
The two of them walked forward quietly, one in front and one behind. When they encountered a narrow road, they would slow down together. When they reached a flat place, they would walk faster. They always kept a distance of two or three steps away from each other. Although they did not talk, they had a tacit understanding, as if they had known each other for many years.
They walked all the way to Xinchun Garden. Lu Changji paused at the gate, handed the lantern in his hand to Jiang Shu, and said gently, "It's getting late and the dew is heavy. Go back to bed quickly. Tomorrow, just rest in the courtyard and don't worry about anything else."
Jiang Shu took the lantern. The bamboo handle was warm, and the top still retained Lu Changji's warmth. She held the place where he had held it, rubbed it, and walked into the yard slowly.
The vermilion gate slowly closed. Cheng Luan emerged from the darkness and said to Lu Changji in a low voice, "Zhang Biao has been watching Second Madam from the dark. Can we please…"
Zhang Biao is Lu Lin's personal bodyguard and only obeys Lu Lin's orders.
Lu Changji waved his hand and said, "This matter will be made public sooner or later, so it's better to let my father know sooner."
As the sun rose, court officials ascended the white marble steps into the main hall to report on government affairs. The new emperor was only eight years old, and with a childlike mind, he always looked to the empress dowager when faced with a decision.
The empress dowager who was ruling the country from behind the curtain was no longer as domineering as before. She hid behind the pearl curtain, her eyelashes drooping, as if in meditation, and ignored the young emperor's pleading gaze.
The cabinet was a group of talented but arrogant people. Without Lu Changji at the helm, she, a woman, could not control them. Even if she spoke, she could not make the decision. Rather than becoming a laughing stock, it would be better for her to remain silent.
Lu Zhun glanced at Yang Zhaoyue and saw that she looked like an eggplant hit by frost, with her head drooping and her face tired. Her former arrogance must have disappeared along with Lu Changji.
Lu Zhun snorted lightly. Without Lu Changji, Yang Zhaoyue would be like having both arms cut off, with only a gorgeous empty appearance left. If he really got serious, she would be at his mercy.
After being suppressed by Yang Zhaoyue and Lu Changji for so many years, he can finally get rid of this bad breath.
Lu Zhun raised his head and looked directly at Yang Zhaoyue, arrogantly saying, "The Queen Mother has dark circles under her eyes, so she must be ill.
Your body is precious, and you must not delay your illness. It would be better for you to return to the harem early to enjoy your old age and leave all the government affairs to me."
When Emperor Zhaodi first ascended the throne, his foundation was unstable and various forces were vying for power. Yang Zhaoyue and her son had to survive in the cracks and suffered for several years.
At that time, she could swallow any bitterness. In the past few years, with Lu Changji's protection, she was used to smooth sailing and could not bear any grievance.
Yang Zhaoyue opened her mouth, about to scold Lu Zhun, but thinking of Lu Changji's instructions, she swallowed the words back into her throat. She didn't want to accept Lu Zhun's words in vain, so she raised her phoenix eyes and glared at Lu Zhun fiercely.
Yang Zhaoyue hesitated to speak, and Lu Zhun thought that she dared not say much due to the power of the Lu family. Lu Zhun was more and more proud of being able to make the empress dowager lose face. As soon as he left the court, he went to Prince Yong's Mansion to visit Prince Yong and his son.
Prince Yong was practicing with spear in the training ground. The one who received Lu Zhun was Consort Lu Zhiyi. Lu Zhiyi was beautiful and gentle in her youth. Although she was only the concubine of Prince Qi, she was very much loved by him. The two of them lived in harmony with each other. Less than a year after she entered the palace, she gave birth to the eldest son, Prince Yong.
The princess was jealous of her favor and tried to trip her up both openly and secretly. Due to her status, she suffered a lot of bullying. Fortunately, she was lucky. When Prince Yong was fifteen years old, the princess died of illness. In the entire Prince Qi's Mansion, she had the highest position and the oldest child. No one could surpass her.
He thought the clouds would finally clear and the moon would shine, but unexpectedly, the Prince of Qi fell in love with Yang Zhaoyue, the youngest daughter of the Guanglu Temple Minister, at first sight, and vowed to marry no one but her. After catching a glimpse of her at a flower viewing banquet, he ordered someone to bring the betrothal gifts to the Yang family.
That year, Yang Zhaoyue was eighteen years old, radiant and stunningly beautiful, and most importantly, she was already engaged. Her fiancé was none other than Lu Changji, the eldest son of the Xinyang Marquisate.
At this time, although Lu Changji had won the top three places in the imperial examinations, he was only a scholar who had just entered the officialdom. Neither his family background nor his status could be compared with that of the King of Qi.
Prince Qi is the only legitimate son of Emperor Yun. He is of noble birth and has not yet been named the crown prince. However, he is the one with the greatest hope of ascending the throne. His legitimate wife will be the empress who will rule the country in the future.
Everyone said that Yang Zhaoyue was lucky, but they didn't expect that she refused the King of Qi's proposal on the grounds that she was already engaged, and returned all the King of Qi's betrothal gifts to the King of Qi's mansion.
Yang Zhaoyue's action completely trampled on the reputation of King Qi. How could a noble family accept such an insult? Everyone watched from the sidelines, and Qing waited for King Qi to settle accounts with the Yang family.
Unexpectedly, the King of Qi not only did not dislike Yang Zhaoyue, but instead felt that she was loyal and of noble character, and treated her with even greater care.
In the 45th year of Daying, the second year after the King of Qi met Yang Zhaoyue, the previous emperor passed away and the throne was passed to the King of Qi. The first thing the King of Qi did after ascending the throne was to marry Yang Zhaoyue as his queen and bestow upon her the Phoenix Seal.
The emperor issued an edict, and even a willful person like Yang Zhaoyue did not dare to disobey, and had to obey the order and enter the palace.
After Yang Zhaoyue entered the palace, she was the only favorite in the Peony Palace, and the emperor never set foot in anyone else's bedroom again. The prince born to Yang Zhaoyue was named the crown prince at birth.
Lu Zhiyi was an old acquaintance of the Qiandi Palace and had an eldest son by her side, so she was given the title of Imperial Concubine.
The night was long, the quilt was chilling to the bone, and the bronze mirror reflected a bleak and thin face. Once upon a time, the emperor had painted her eyebrows in the mirror. Now, the emperor had become Yang Zhaoyue's emperor alone.
Lu Zhiyi also resented Yang Zhaoyue, but she was peaceful by nature and could not engage in open or secret fighting. The resentment gradually dissipated with the passage of time.
What kind of life is not life? Counting the blue bricks of the bedroom is also a lifetime.
Lu Zhiyi was fully prepared to live a life of seclusion and devotion, but he did not expect that the emperor was unlucky and passed away less than three years after ascending the throne.
This year, the crown prince was only two years old. The babbling child was carried by Yang Zhaoyue as he ascended the throne.
Lu Zhiyi didn't have any ideas. She just hoped to leave the palace with Prince Yong, build a mansion, and enjoy her old age.
Her brother Lu Zhun didn't think so. Prince Yong was strong and healthy. As the eldest son of the previous emperor, his status was much higher than that of other princes.
The Lu family is a noble family. With Lu Huo guarding the border outside and Lu Zhun in control inside, it is not impossible to change the situation if they fight and compete with each other.
Lu Zhiyi was just a concubine's daughter in the family. She was used to being cautious and never had a say in front of her brother. When Lu Zhun said he wanted to drag the new emperor into the water, she just let him do it. Anyway, no one listened to what she said.
Initially, the Lu family enjoyed a period of power for two years; even when Yang Zhaoyue's son sat on the throne, he was at the Lu family's mercy. Seeing her rival defeated, Lu Zhiyi felt a few days of joy, but she wasn't good at wielding power, and the pleasure it brought her soon faded.
She became the same disheartened person again.
Later, Lu Changji gained a firm foothold in the cabinet. He was so intelligent and experienced that even Lu Zhun could not do anything to him.
With the support of Lu Changji, Yang Zhaoyue gradually gained power. She confined Prince Yong and his mother in Prince Yong's mansion and forbade them to step out of the mansion without an imperial decree.
To others, Prince Yong and his mother were sad and pitiful, but Lu Zhiyi, who had experienced many things, liked this kind of life very much. She could command the servants in the palace at will, and there was no shortage of gold, silver and jewelry. It seemed that her life was even more comfortable than when she served the previous emperor.
We had just had two years of good life, so how come my second brother came into the family?
Lu Zhun sat down in the main seat and said to Lu Zhiyi, "Quickly pour me a cup of tea so I can moisten my throat before I tell you this great news."
Lu Zhiyi glanced at the maid standing there, and the maid understood and brought a cup of strong tea to Lu Zhun.
Lu Zhun took the teacup, took two sips, and said calmly, "I've gotten rid of Lu Gou, and Yang Zhaoyue is alone and can't stand it. I scolded him so much in the court today that his face turned green. Your Majesty, good days are coming for our Lu family."
Time passes slowly in the mountains, and Lu Zhiyi has not cared about worldly affairs for many years. In his impression, Lu Changji is resourceful and his wisdom is far superior to Lu Zhun's. How could he be eliminated so easily by Lu Zhun?
Lu Zhiyi was suspicious, but could not say much due to Lu Zhun's authority. She was used to a safe and secure life and did not want to get involved in the muddy water of the struggle for power.
She pondered for a moment and whispered, "Second brother, our family is a century-old prestigious family with disciples all over the government and the country. Even without Prince Yong, we are still a first-class family with all the splendor and wealth. Why..."
"Why what?" Lu Zhiyi was interrupted by Lu Zhun before he could finish his words, "Once the seizure of the throne has begun, there is no reason to give up halfway.
I killed Yang Zhaoyue's mistress. If I don't eradicate the root of the problem, will Yang Zhaoyue forgive me and the Lu family? "
"You are a coward, and you have taught Prince Yong a bad temper. A man should take it as his responsibility to make achievements and establish a good career. But Prince Yong, as a member of the royal family, has no desire to ascend to the highest position. He wields swords and guns every day. Those swords and guns..."
As expected, Lu Zhun was talking when he saw the gate of the courtyard opened. Prince Yong, wearing a narrow-sleeved linen robe and carrying a plum blossom spear on his shoulder, appeared in his sight.
Prince Yong was eight feet tall, strong and imposing. He had never liked studying since childhood and would feel dizzy as soon as he entered the study. However, he was very vigorous when wielding a long spear.
Lu Zhun pinched his brows, suppressed his anger, and said patiently, "Your Highness, have you gone to practice shooting again? Why don't you read "Strategy Theory" and "National Strategy" to learn how to govern a country?"
Prince Yong glanced up at the towering wall, wiped the sweat from his face, and said sternly, "There's no way to get over this wall anyway. Reading is useless. I might as well practice my plum blossom spear. Even if I don't want to fight on the battlefield and serve my country, at least it can help me stay healthy."
Studying is useless and it is good to keep fit. Is this something a prince who wants to seize the throne can say?
Brigadier General Lu glanced at the mother and son in the house. Although they were imprisoned, they were not depressed at all. Instead, they looked energetic and their faces were rosy. If you didn't know, you would think they were enjoying themselves in Prince Yong's mansion.
If Prince Yong did not have the blood of the Lu family, he would not bother to support such a useless thing.
Lu Jun felt as if dark clouds were gathering over his head, and the joy he had felt because of Empress Dowager Ci Da disappeared completely.
He sighed deeply, stood up, supported by the rosewood table beside him, and walked slowly towards the gate of the mansion. He seemed quite lonely and desolate.
After the figure disappeared, Prince Yong looked at Lu Zhiyi, frowned and asked, "Mother, it's not a festival, why is my uncle here?"
Lu Zhiyi frowned and whispered, "Lu Changji was assassinated and died, Yang Zhaoyue lost his arm, and your uncle wants to support you to take the throne."
Superior?
The mention of Prince Yong's ascension to the throne gave him a headache. Although he was not favored when the previous emperor was alive, he lived a smooth life. Later, when the previous emperor passed away, his uncle wanted to support him to seize the throne.
During those two years, his uncle was in power. He did not reach the top, but he almost wanted to undermine the power of the new emperor. Every day when he opened his eyes, he had to deal with government affairs. The memorials were as high as a mountain. He was so tired from reviewing them that he felt dizzy and even lost the appetite for meals.
He never enjoyed the benefits brought by power, but was tortured by power to the point of being emaciated.
Prince Yong looked at Lu Zhiyi eagerly and asked tentatively, "Mother, is it necessary to seize the throne? I think we can make do with our current life."
Lu Zhiyi's eyes lit up, and she nodded firmly. As the saying goes, mother and son are connected by heart, and I'm not kidding. They both want to go together. Since they don't want to seize the throne, they must surrender to the Queen Mother as soon as possible. The Queen Mother is arrogant, but her heart is good. Since she spared them both before, she certainly won't kill them this time.
As for the Lu family...
Lu Zhiyi hesitated for a moment. She was a concubine's daughter, her mother died early, and she was not particularly good-looking. When she was waiting to be married, her father and brother did not treat her very well. She had not benefited from the Lu family. Did she have to sacrifice the rest of her life for the Lu family?
She is her, and the Lu family is the Lu family. She would only disregard herself for the Lu family if she had a headache.
Lu Zhiyi and Prince Yong looked at each other, and they ran to the kitchen tacitly. One poured oil and the other lit the fire. The fire shot up into the sky, and soon people from the palace came.
The mother and son were very conscious and without the help of the Imperial Guards, they handed over the tools used in the crime and followed the Imperial Guards into the palace.
Yang Zhaoyue loved music. When it got dark and the lights came on, the Fengzao Palace was filled with music and singing. The rich fragrance filled the air, and accompanied by the dancing of the musicians, it was like entering a fairyland.
Yang Zhaoyue, reclining on the chaise longue, saw Prince Yong and his mother enter and waved the musicians away. Her delicate brows furrowed as she asked unhappily, "What are you two up to with all this drama? Do you think Prince Yong's mansion is too small for you?"
Lu Zhiyi hurriedly said that he didn't dare. In desperation, he wanted to get close to Yang Zhaoyue to explain, but when he caught a glimpse of the snow-white Persian carpet under Yang Zhaoyue's feet, he stopped.
Yang Zhaoyue loves cleanliness. If she stepped on Yang Zhaoyue's carpet and made it dirty, Yang Zhaoyue would definitely tear down her Prince Yong's Mansion.
Lu Zhiyi pondered for a moment, then said to Yang Zhaoyue in a voice neither too loud nor too soft, "Your Majesty, Lu Zhun has evil ambitions and wants to disrupt the government and change the world."
What Lu Zhiyi said was complete nonsense. Everyone in the court knew about Lu Zhun's evil intentions.
Yang Zhaoyue lowered his eyes, too lazy to even look at Lu Zhiyi.
Lu Zhiyi also felt that what he said was of little weight, so he shut his mouth awkwardly and quietly tugged at Prince Yong's sleeve.
Prince Yong understood and knelt on the ground, bowing deeply to Yang Zhaoyue. "Mother, the Lu family harbors rebellious intentions and wants to instigate a rebellion against me. However, I have no intention of seizing the throne. I only wish to assist Your Majesty and be your right-hand man."
Everyone can say nice things, but what matters is whether they are put into action.
King Yong strode to the wall, pulled up a candlestick, removed the candle from it, held the base with his left hand, gritted his teeth, and thrust the tip of the candle into his right palm.
His right hand was stabbed through, blood gushed out and fell onto the carpet, forming a gorgeous flower.
He cut his own tendons with his own hands, and his right hand was disabled, so he could no longer lift a pen to write. Throughout history, there has never been an emperor who was unable to review memorials.
He used his right hand to surrender to Yang Zhaoyue.
Lu Zhiyi stared at Prince Yong's hand, tears streaming down her face like beads that had fallen off a string, unable to be stopped. Although she was heartbroken, she was still able to control herself and stood still without moving an inch.
Yang Zhaoyue's eyes swept over the mother and son, and she sighed suddenly. She whispered to Lu Zhiyi, "You are smarter than me after all. What I want is right in front of me, but I can never get it. What you want is within my reach."
Yang Zhaoyue pinched his forehead and called Zhang Pei, "Place the Concubine Dowager and Prince Yong in the side hall. It's been uninhabited for a long time and is damp and cold. Give them more charcoal fire."
Zhang Peidao said yes and made a "please" gesture to Prince Yong and his mother.
Living in the same palace with the Queen Mother was a great blessing for Prince Yong and his mother. Prince Yong's palms were still bleeding, and he had no way to show his filial piety. However, Lu Zhiyi wanted to express his gratitude to the Queen Mother.
She said to Yang Zhaoyue, "Your Majesty, I am unlucky and have never had the opportunity to serve you. Tonight, I will help you go to bed."
Yang Zhaoyue was the late emperor's legal wife, and Lu Zhiyi was a concubine. A concubine should serve her mistress and have the due share of responsibilities.
Yang Zhaoyue never wastes her time on trivial matters. Since Lu Zhiyi wants to serve her, she will fulfill Lu Zhiyi's wish.
Yang Zhaoyue nodded and walked into the inner bedroom.
Lu Zhiyi knelt at her feet, held her feet, took off her socks, soaked them, and massaged them. She did the whole process smoothly until Yang Zhaoyue went to bed. Then she retreated to the outer room and dozed off on the tea couch by the window.
This period of service lasted for three days, during which many things happened. Lu Changji was buried, and Lu Zhun took his place, becoming the chief minister of the cabinet and holding the most prominent position.
Even though her brother held all the power, Lu Zhiyi did not dare to relax and still stayed by Yang Zhaoyue's side every day. That night, she helped Yang Zhaoyue to sleep, then went to the outer room to take a nap so that she could serve Yang Zhaoyue tea and water in the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, Lu Zhiyi heard footsteps in a daze. He opened his eyes and saw a tall figure entering the inner room.
Lu Zhiyi suddenly regained consciousness and opened her eyes wide in the darkness. Her eyeballs followed the figure. After seeing who that person was, her body seemed to be nailed to death and she dared not move at all.
She knew she was not dreaming. Even though Lu Changji had suppressed her and her son for many years, she had never dreamed of this person. This person was indeed real and had entered the empress dowager's inner chamber in the dead of night.
As she expected, things were not as simple as Lu Zhun said. Lu Changji was resourceful, so how could he be easily eliminated by Lu Zhun?
If he hadn't died, the Lu family would have suffered a devastating disaster.
Despite her fear, Lu Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had made the right move. Although Prince Yong had lost one hand, at least he could save his life.
The footsteps gradually stopped, and at this time a dim light was lit in the inner bedroom.
Through the scarlet gauze curtain, Lu Zhiyi could vaguely see what was happening inside.
When Lu Changji reached the middle of the room, he suddenly stopped, reached out to the treasure cabinet, took out something, and then slowly leaned back on the chaise longue beside him.
The posture is soft, as if boneless
Yang Zhaoyue jumped off the bed, her feet shining white. She didn't even wear shoes. She ran barefoot to Lu Changji, bent down, and unbuttoned his coat.
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