As they were talking, there was a rustling sound behind the screen, and there was someone in the hall.
Lan Shuang knew who it was without asking. She looked up and saw a large hand with distinct joints and veins lifting the bed curtains. "Are you awake? Are you feeling any worse?"
Jiang Lusheng looked at her subtly.
Lan Shuang's intuition told her that there was some danger, but she didn't know where the danger came from, so she nodded and said, "No, I'm much better now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Lusheng in front of him showed a meaningful smile, "I'm glad you're okay."
Lan Shuang: “?”
Why does she feel something is wrong?
The next moment, Jiang Lusheng's hand fell on his belt, untied it slowly, and then threw it to the ground casually. Lan Shuang: "!"
Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn't help but step back. "Um, what are you doing?"
Jiang Lusheng chuckled and continued with his movements. Soon the white robe fell to the ground, leaving Jiang Lusheng in only a pair of underwear. His naked upper body was strong and muscular, with clear and smooth muscle lines without being overly exaggerated. He was the most likable type.
Lan Shuang forgot her fear as she watched, until she was gently pushed and pressed against the soft quilt.
"Don't uh—"
"Resistance is futile."
Tonight Jiang Lusheng is like a cruel emperor, controlling Lan Shuang's emotions and desires. Lan Shuang falls into the love web he has carefully woven, unable to break free and can only float with him.
When the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, Lan Shuang was so tired that she couldn't even lift a finger. There were spots all over her body. At first glance, it looked like she had been tortured.
Of course, for Lan Shuang, it was almost like torture.
The task of cleaning up the mess naturally fell on Jiang Lusheng, who had eaten and drunk his fill. He looked noticeably more relaxed than when he first came in.
He helped Lan Shuang up and gently dressed her. She leaned in his arms and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Have you taken your medicine?"
Jiang Lusheng: "..."
He glanced at Lan Shuang coldly and said, "If you want to try, it's not impossible."
Lan Shuang shuddered, smiled ingratiatingly, kissed him on the face, and stopped talking.
Jiang Lusheng looked at her deeply and couldn't help sighing, "I really don't know what to do with you."
Lan Shuang blinked and looked at him innocently.
Jiang Lusheng pinched her face angrily. "Although I know this is your mission, it still hurts to see you injured. What should I do? I can't stop you, so I can only find another way to get it back."
"So that's why you keep trying to torment me?" Lan Shuang gritted her teeth. "Stop making excuses for yourself, you old scoundrel."
"It's not an excuse," Jiang Lusheng paused and said, "It's the love and pain that I don't know how to vent."
"But fortunately it will be over soon."
Jiang Lusheng helped Lan Shuang put on her clothes and kissed her on the back of her neck. "When your brother comes back, it will be time for us to fight back."
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." Lan Shuang lowered her eyes and held Jiang Lusheng's hand.
…
For the next half month, Nangong Yi neither went to Lan Shuang's palace nor to Xiao Feiyan's palace. The two palaces were heavily guarded, and there was a lot of discussion in the harem.
Many people speculated that these two had offended His Majesty and were about to fall out of favor.
However, as the days went by, no news came, and the two palaces remained the same.
Anyone who couldn't wait to find out what was going on would be driven back by the guards at the door.
The rumors in the harem became more and more ferocious and outrageous, and some people even wanted to take this opportunity to seduce Nangong Yi to get to the top.
But they were all scolded back by Nangong Yi, and from then on the people in the harem dared not make any more moves.
The turmoil in the harem affected the front court. The ministers hinted at it during the morning court session, but Nangong Yi always avoided talking about it. When he was pushed too hard, he would get furious. Over time, no one dared to mention it again, and everyone was trembling with fear when attending court every day.
It was not until the first rain of early autumn fell that the army that was sent to fight against the nomadic alliance returned.
At the same time, he brought back a piece of bad news - the commander Lan Rong died of poisoning.
The huge rock that had been weighing on Nangong Yi's heart for many days finally fell to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief and even couldn't help wanting to laugh. However, because there were many ministers around him, he had to pretend to be heartbroken and sad, and asked someone to send Lan Rong's body back to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.
The Duke of Zhenguo and his wife received the news early in the morning and knew that Lan Rong was not dead. However, when they saw the pitch-black coffin, they were no longer simply acting, but truly felt the same way and burst into tears.
The two of them lay beside the coffin and cried bitterly. They were seen by the spy, who went back and told Nangong Yi. Nangong Yi remained silent for a long time.
He had just finished discussing the reward for the army with the ministers, and now they had just left, leaving him alone in the imperial study.
He pressed his eyebrows and looked at the memorials on the table, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he called Su Ming in.
Su Ming bowed his head respectfully and stood by, "Your Majesty."
"Has the imperial concubine heard the news?"
Nangong Yi's tone was very light, and Su Ming shook his head: "Without His Majesty's permission, no one dares to speak in front of the Imperial Concubine. The Imperial Concubine has been much more stable these days, but she has been locking herself in her bedroom."
Nangong Yi moved his lips and had a terrible headache.
After a while, he suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go to Hanyu Palace."
"yes."
…
Stepping into Hanyu Palace after half a month, the grass and trees that were once so green and lush were now stained with withered yellow. The view was desolate. Nangong Yi's eyelids twitched after he took only two steps.
He pursed his lips and walked to the door of the bedroom. Zhishu and Zhili saw his complicated expressions and were about to salute, but Nangong Yi made a gesture to keep quiet and pushed the door open and went in.
Lan Shuang was sitting on the couch, looking sideways at the square sky outside the window with a calm expression.
Nangong Yi's breath was instantly choked. Although they hadn't seen each other for half a month, it felt as if a lifetime had passed.
The ethereal feeling around Lan Shuang became even stronger, and Nangong Yi always felt that she was about to ascend to heaven in the next moment.
He couldn't help but take a step forward to break the silence, "Shuangshuang."
Lan Shuang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her head. Her eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and she looked at him as if she were looking at a dead object.
Nangong Yi's heart ached and he frowned.
"You're here."
Lan Shuang laughed softly, like a feather, but it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds when it landed on Nangong Yixin.
"Is my brother dead?"
Nangong Yi clenched his fists suddenly, his throat choked and he couldn't speak.
Lan Shuang looked at him with a gradually cold look in her eyes. "Then why are you here? To see me sad? To see me in agony, does that make you happy?"
"I'm not—" Nangong Yi stepped forward anxiously, "I have no choice. Shuangshuang, his achievements surpass the emperor. Even if I wasn't the emperor today, I would never tolerate him if someone else was!"
"Heh..." Lan Shuang sneered and didn't want to get entangled with him. She pointed in the direction of the door and said, "Get out. I don't want to see you in my life."
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