Chapter 163 Chapter 163 "So, do you want me?"...
She had a shocking guess in her mind.
But that guess was so horrifying and terrifying that she simply didn't dare to think about it.
Emperor Jiaqing still asked for it patiently, panting but saying nothing.
She didn't know why he was so silent today. It was as if he was deliberately confirming her terrible suspicion.
But if that were the case, it would be unbelievable.
She said, "Your Majesty, you——"
The words got stuck in her throat and she realized she had screamed.
Only then did she understand the purpose of the silk ribbon between her teeth.
He tortured her on purpose.
Because of that word "Your Majesty"?
She vaguely felt that something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. If it were Emperor Jiaqing, he wouldn't have said a word. If it were...
If it was... him, how did he do it?
How could he have the guts to do such a thing?
Even though she had a guess, she still wasn't sure.
He wanted it more and more urgently, and the bed curtains began to sway slightly, and the gold pieces under the curtains made a ringing sound. She felt that her head was so full that she couldn't bear it at all and was almost torn apart.
That feeling was sore, swollen, painful and pleasurable. She didn't know whether she was uncomfortable or enjoying it. She felt creepy, her hair stood on end, and it was difficult for her to stay rational.
He gritted his teeth and endured it, stretching his neck and grabbing the mattress tightly.
When I touched it, I felt cool and smooth silk embroidered with golden dragons.
She was almost stung by the longan.
Because of the silk ribbon tied around her eyes, her vision was blocked, and all her senses were infinitely magnified: the minty scent of the calming incense, the rustling of the bed curtains, the cramping of her toes, the throbbing of the tendons in her thighs, the throbbing of his bulge in her body, his uncontrollable low moans in her ears, mixed with an indescribable sense of fullness and a foreign body sensation, all swept over her head, and every part of her body was submerged in the bites of ants.
Knowing that it might be that person, she couldn't help but almost began to enjoy it.
But.
Just after drifting through two waves of the blissful tsunami, a loud thunder suddenly struck from the sky.
What if she was wrong?
Maybe this person is the madman.
She immediately fell from the mad waves.
But. But again.
They understood each other, almost telepathically. Once she got a thing in her hands, she could tell if it was his. Could she be wrong?
The man on her body knew all her preferences, all her habits, all her sensitive points. If it weren't for that silk ribbon, it would be effortless for him to make her cry out in pain.
He knew her body as a craftsman knows his creation.
Will she really admit her mistake?
but.
But how dare he?
Another heavy blow. She bit the silk ribbon, her screams being muffled in her throat, a little hoarse with anxiety.
He still said nothing, but she gradually lost her train of thought. As long as she knew it might be him, she was captivated.
Inside the dragon tent, there was only the intertwined breathing of the two people.
She didn't dare to speak either.
If it was him...
She hoped it was him.
But if it was him, they couldn't do that.
Who knows where Emperor Jiaqing went, and who knows when he will return to the palace?
There's a good chance he'll come back.
Right now.
Any time, any second.
She let out a breath with her eyes unfocused.
If Emperor Jiaqing finds out, nine heads won’t be enough to kill him!
The dragon tent trembled more violently, the golden pieces jingled, and the candlelight flickered. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She tried hard to open her eyes to see the person in front of her, but against the candlelight, she could not see anything. All she could see was the bed in the Purple Palace where Emperor Jiaqing was accustomed to sleeping.
She was going crazy.
The more afraid he was, the more he knew that this was the Purple Palace, and the more he knew that it was the dragon bed that Emperor Jiaqing used to sleep on, the more he couldn't stop.
She stretched herself so tightly that she could hardly lie down, and had to sit up several times.
The man in front of her held her shoulders, kissed her back calmly, and pressed her against the soft pillow embroidered with a golden dragon.
A deep, greedy, intoxicating kiss.
Crazy. If it was really him, both of them were crazy.
She didn't dare to admit it. Even though she knew she wouldn't be wrong, she still didn't dare to admit it.
She tilted her head, resigned herself to his evil ways, covered her mouth, and focused all her attention on suppressing the moan in her throat - even if there was no one in the hall, there must be someone outside.
Gradually, the storm came.
Suddenly, at this critical moment, the person on his body stopped.
He slowly pulled away.
She suddenly felt a sense of resentment and emptiness, but she didn't dare to ask.
If she admitted her mistake, one word would be enough to torture her to death.
She was panting, blindfolded, and trying breathlessly to identify the person in front of her through the silk ribbon.
Is it him?
It's him. It should be him.
If it was him, why would he stop? Who knows, the madman might come back in the next sentence!
But if it weren't for him...
The man finally spoke:
"—Do you know who I am?"
Everything is finally clear.
Nan Qiongshuang breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had been vindicated and had her revenge taken. But after that breath, she felt a numbing and itchy emptiness.
There were so many things to think about, so many important things, that she didn't even know where to begin. After pondering for a while, she said:
"Hurry up, hurry up."
She herself hadn't expected that people could be so captivated by the flesh.
The Jiaqing Emperor might return at any moment.
Her voice was sticky: "Now that things have come to this, just... hurry up."
He chuckled softly, "Did you recognize me?"
She twisted his arm with a bit of annoyance: "How dare you use this kind of thing to play a prank..."
She pushed aside the yellow silk ribbons, and beyond the gold-embellished bed curtains, the dim light of the candlelight revealed the magnificent ceiling with sea tiles. Looking around again, it was the dragon bed that she had to sit on the side of all day. She felt anxious and frightened. Just as she regained her senses for a moment, something hard to ignore suddenly slipped into her body, disrupting her clarity.
The long scroll of vast mountains and rivers on the wall silently looked at the two people between the layers of bed curtains.
The two of them were overlapping each other. The man could still bear it, but the woman had already slumped into the bright yellow pillow behind her with her waist softened. Her black hair was like clouds. She shrugged her white shoulders and shook her head from side to side, biting a black silk thread between her teeth.
The belt could barely hold back her moans.
She spoke softly and with difficulty between her teeth:
“…Will he not come back?”
Gu Huaijin coaxed her softly:
"He is in Jingren Palace."
"Then...how do you know...that he won't come back?"
Gu Huaijin kissed the sweat off the tip of her nose:
"Probably not."
"You're like this..." She lowered her eyes, the corners of her eyes reddening, "Aren't you crazy? Aren't we crazy?"
He just laughed:
"Ever since you killed me and fell off the cliff, I've been out of my mind."
She was speechless, her temples were throbbing, and so was the deep inside of her body.
He suddenly said, "Don't shout, there are people outside."
She was confused: "Did I scream?"
"Hmm." Then he pushed it in again, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it almost touched the calyx.
She struggled with a hoarse voice.
"We...how can we..." She was so shocked that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What kind of place is this? You must be kidding me..."
"I didn't originally want to." His breath was so heavy that it sprayed on her neck. "I just wanted to take you away. But you... just lay there obediently, letting me do whatever I wanted. I couldn't help myself."
She grabbed his shoulders and vaguely remembered that the last time they had a good talk was on the flower boat on Fairy Lake.
She missed him too.
Forget it, what's the point of being awake? He almost died once, and she was no different from a ghost.
She stiffened her neck, and from her throat came a growing stream of anxious, hoarse, painful and ecstatic moans. Gradually, she was sent to the dangerous guillotine, which was under the scrutiny of thousands of people and was on the verge of collapse, with strong winds and high waves.
The world could end at this moment.
Wang Rang said, "Your Majesty, please be careful. It's dark at night."
The two of them paused.
Wang Rang said, "Your Majesty, please don't worry. The Imperial Concubine didn't mean it. Please don't let your anger get to your head! You lost your temper today and even got a headache. Your body can't handle this. Please calm down!"
The two people on the bed looked at each other, then instantly pulled away and got down to the ground.
There were hurried footsteps coming from outside the window, and Emperor Jiaqing shouted, "Shut up, you dog slave!"
The sound had reached the temple gate.
Here it comes, it’s here as expected!
Nan Qiongshuang's mind was devoid of all erotic thoughts. As soon as she got to the ground, she knelt down with her legs weak. She used her remaining rationality to try to find a way out, but she was still in high spirits. She tried to find a place to hide with her body trembling, but her legs were too weak to stand up.
Looking around, she saw that the bed had wrapped her in the mandarin duck cloud quilt that was sent to the Zichen Palace and was spread out on the dragon bed.
She nervously dragged the quilt down first and quickly picked up the two silk ribbons.
Emperor Jiaqing's footsteps had already entered the main hall.
The echoes echoed among the four walls.
She was so weak that she couldn't even stand up, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Here it comes, here it comes.
She hugged the quilt, gritted her teeth, and struggled to stand up. She leaned over the bed and smoothed out the mattress bit by bit.
Emperor Jiaqing: "I will definitely kill the Regent!"
It really came.
She tried her best, and finally pulled the bed curtain back to its original position, trying her best to escape.
Suddenly someone grabbed my knee.
She was lifted up sideways and her legs were lifted off the ground in an instant.
Not daring to think too much, she desperately dragged the cloud quilt away, clutching the two silk ribbons in her hands.
Gu Huaijin didn't know how he had taken her away, or where he had taken her. It was pitch black inside, the bright red brocade quilt with mandarin ducks finally being dragged to the dividing line between light and darkness, the last red corner swallowed by the slowly closing shadows.
When the last ray of light was extinguished, a piece of clothing embroidered with a golden dragon brushed against the golden brick floor of the Purple Palace.
The secret room was filled with dead silence and darkness.
A damp and stuffy smell, moldy, with a hint of cold earthy flavor.
All that was left was the sound of the two people breathing.
No one spoke, and the two of them held their breath. But it was so quiet that they both felt anxious.
No one dared to speak, no one dared to move, and the two of them listened quietly to the sounds outside.
Emperor Jiaqing: "Noble Concubine Sheng is becoming more and more unscrupulous! I am too weak as the Emperor. Everyone dares to disrespect me and act insolently in front of me!"
The sound echoed in the secret room, as if listening to a human voice across the water, muffled and buzzing.
But I can hear it very clearly.
She had seen this kind of trick before. The secret room must have contained a three-tone stone for transmitting sound.
This is a secret room specially used to monitor the emperor's words and actions.
She felt a surge of apprehension. The Forbidden City held countless secrets, but no one had imagined that even the Emperor's chambers were being monitored.
There was a bean-sized light on the wall.
The secret room was too dark, and the little light was so bright that it was almost blinding. She tiptoed over and squinted to take a look.
A small hole specially used to spy on the Purple Palace, with a convex mirror inside.
Emperor Jiaqing, dressed in bright yellow official uniform, walked past the convex mirror in a rage, his shadow distorted by the convex mirror like oil splatters on the water.
This view should be looking inward from the wall where the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is hung.
She suddenly remembered that one day when she went to the Purple Palace to attend to an illness, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a bird in the picture with exceptionally bright eyes, but the light flashed and it disappeared.
The sparrow's eye is a small convex mirror.
Suddenly something covered my body.
Gu Huaijin took the quilt she had brought out and covered her with it, fearing that she would be cold and also to prevent her from rubbing against the wall of the secret room, which would be dirty.
She turned around and looked at him, but it was too dark to make out his outline. "What is the emperor so angry about?"
Gu Huaijin: "I don't know." He sneered meaningfully, "But he should be angry too."
She heard a hint of satisfaction in his tone, but her mind was on the bedroom, so she ignored him.
Gu Huaijin wrapped his smooth arms around her waist again, hugged her from behind, lowered his head and gently kissed her shoulder.
Emperor Jiaqing: "I didn't expect that bitch to be so rude! She trampled on my dignity! She said Concubine Zhen had an affair with someone else?!"
Her heart suddenly shuddered.
There was a loud crashing sound, and Wang Rang said, "Oh, Your Majesty, why are you doing this?"
"Why bother?! If Concubine Zhen has an affair with someone, she's just calling me impotent. Where would my dignity be, and where would the reputation of Qi and Song be?"
He was hysterical: "My woman! If she has an affair with someone else! I will kill her!"
The person behind her pressed forward, supporting her with an arm at her side, and she was immediately pushed to lie down on the cold wall of the secret room.
Before he could understand what was happening, a big fish slowly squeezed into the depths of the lotus.
She forced herself to remain silent.
Full, bitten, and watertight.
Wang Rang: "Your Majesty, no! No! That was just a lie made up by the Regent!"
She held her breath and gritted her teeth for a long time, but finally managed a painful groan, covering her mouth and leaning against the wall.
Emperor Jiaqing threw down another treasure vase:
"Who knows if there is one, who knows if there is one! Whether there is one or not, I don't want to hear it! I hear people say it!"
She couldn't bear it anymore, turned around with difficulty, chewed the words, and spit out intermittently:
"How did you..."
Gu Huaijin's breath sprayed on her neck, making her feel hot all over.
"I almost couldn't bear it anymore."
She forced herself to remain clear-headed and said, "We are too..."
What is this? What is this?
They rolled off the dragon bed together in a panic and humiliation, picked up the quilt naked, and hid in the secret room like weasels.
The emperor was right next door, just across the wall, cursing her hysterically and accusing her of having an affair.
She's having an affair here.
Her body was so swollen and pleasurable that she twisted and sucked without any instruction. She lay on the wall, the coldness of the wall seeping through the quilt. She buried her face in the quilt and swallowed all her sobs.
While thinking in a daze.
How come he even does such a thing now?
In the past, on Tianshan Mountain, he would lie next to me but refused to kiss me.
She said with difficulty:
"Doing something like this... do you feel good?"
The person behind him suddenly froze.
After a moment, his voice was filled with hatred like a venomous snake:
"It was supposed to be mine in the first place. I was the one who got it first! We were engaged, a long time ago! He was the one who stole it from me! Why should I feel guilty?!"
She cried out in panic and bit her palm.
Whenever he got angry, it became even more unbearable for her. She leaned her forehead against the wall, gritted her teeth, and greeted him, trying to stop him. She raised her head and took a deep breath.
"Will the Emperor find out?" She was nearly suffocated by the shoving, and this was the only thing on her mind. "I just removed the quilt, picked up the silk ribbons, made the bed, and put the curtains back in place. The quilt has been kept there all the time, so there shouldn't be anything on the bed."
The words suddenly stopped, she made a "hmm" sound, chewed the food into pieces and swallowed it with a low hum.
"There was nothing left on the bed. I took a look."
He turned her around so that she was facing him and leaned down to suck her neck again.
"But if I come to the Purple Palace, the palace servants will see me. Then I have to go back from the Purple Palace..."
"No need." His breath made her ears burn. They were so close, their smooth chests brushing against each other. "It was my people who sent you to Zichen Palace. I specifically instructed..." He frowned and hummed, "Keep it out of sight."
He continued, "The Emperor wanted to overturn your Handan Palace's sign, but I persuaded him not to. He said that things sent by Prince Ding should not be used on the people Prince Ding wanted to use, otherwise it would cause trouble."
"But the order for you has already been issued. The emperor forgot about it and went directly to Jingren Palace, so the Zichen Hall was empty. I wanted to see you, so I arranged for someone to pick you up."
She was stunned: "Are you picking me up at Zichen Palace?"
"This secret room...is connected to the Gu Mansion," he said. "The Gu Mansion was once the residence of an important official. People at the time said he understood the emperor's heart best. Now, it turns out that he secretly dug a secret passage to the Forbidden City."
"I wanted to take you back from the secret room," he said with a wry smile, "but I couldn't help myself."
"If you want to see me, why not ask Qinglian and the others to send me a message? Why take such a risk?"
He leaned in close, breathing heavily, his lips parched from breathing:
"I sent a message hoping to see you. Have you come?"
She felt as if her heart was stabbed.
He said softly, "Have you been here? Tell me yourself."
She belatedly realized that her heart was sore and she touched his hot face with her cold fingertips.
He said, "I'll settle the score with you later."
He pinched her waist, lifted her up against the wall, and wrapped her knees around his waist.
She gradually became unable to speak again. She bit her fingers, breathed in and out, helplessly tilted her head back, and slid down uncontrollably, only to be pushed deeper.
The Jiaqing Emperor's roar at the top of his lungs was faintly audible:
"If Concubine Zhen dares to have an affair with someone, I will kill her! No one will be spared! Lingchi will be the death penalty!"
Thousands of ants were gnawing at her heart, and she no longer knew whether she was heading for paradise or to the underworld.
"Noble Concubine Sheng has truly gone mad! The Chang family's hysteria runs deep! Could it be that just because I summon her, I can't summon other women?!" The whistling sound of swords slicing through the wind was followed by the clanging of exploding porcelain bottles. "I'm willing to summon her! I'm already giving her a lot of face! How dare she be dissatisfied?!"
She suddenly cried out in panic and quickly covered her mouth.
"Because I summoned Concubine Zhen before summoning her! How dare she shout that Concubine Zhen was having an affair?! Kill her, I'll kill her!——"
"Concubine Zhen, Concubine Sheng, and the Prince Regent, kill them! Kill them all!"
She was terrified and finally could not bear it anymore, so she cried and wailed.
Gu Huaijin covered it with a palm.
They wanted to curse her, scold her, kill her, and torture her to death.
She was forced to become a desperate person, and she would not stop until she died.
Finally, there was a loud sound of a sword hitting a bottle outside the wall.
The person climbing the cliff with great effort, tiptoeing on the high cliff, is in danger. At the last moment, the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart.
She plummeted.
The world fell, closed. She fell to the ground like a falling curtain.
He hugged me.
There was a loud buzzing in her head, her mind was confused, and her body was numb. Gu Huaijin supported her and spoke to her in her ear. She paused for two moments before she could hear.
He said, “Are you tired?”
She nodded dazedly.
He said, “Miss me?”
She still nodded.
He said, "Will you come home with me?"
She nodded.
He smiled: "So, you want me?"
She nodded.
*
The road from the secret room to Gu's house is narrow, cold and damp.
Gu Huaijin carried her back.
It was not until she sat on his couch that she gradually came to her senses.
She was originally going to serve him in the emperor's bedchamber, but after many twists and turns, he set up a trap with clever tricks and got her back in his hands.
The decree was issued in the name of Emperor Jiaqing, and she didn't even have the slightest doubt.
but.
She sighed.
Let him be.
Gu Huaijin had already put on his pajamas and pushed open the door, holding a tray and a bowl in his hands.
The steaming hot food in the bowl is Eight Treasure Porridge.
She looked at him and pulled the quilt around her body: "Get some pajamas."
He tilted his head and looked, then raised his chin to the pillow: "It's on the couch."
She was silent for a moment and took the clothes out from under the quilt.
It was neatly folded, but for some reason, it was full of tiny folds, as if it had been crumpled up all day and was very wrinkled.
She unfolded the dress and asked, "Is this the one I wore at the Four Elephants Pagoda?"
He said nothing, but silently returned the inkstone to the edge of the table and put away the unfolded copybook.
"This hasn't been washed yet," she said. "Get something clean, dear."
As soon as he uttered the last two words, he paused.
She waited anxiously.
He didn't look back for a long time. "There's nothing clean. You're the only one who's worn it, so just wear it."
He only had a few of her clothes left. He kept them by his pillow all day, sniffing at them until they gradually lost much of her scent.
After washing it once, what's left will be gone.
Who knows how long she will stay with him. She might turn against him and leave again.
If he washes it for her, who will compensate him?
She sighed, "I don't want to wear unwashed clothes. Can you put some of your clothes on me?"
"That would be ridiculous." With a cold face, he happily took out his clothes and put them on her shoulders with a cold face.
It was indeed ridiculously large.
Gu Huaijin brought the bowl of eight-treasure porridge to her without saying a word. The mist engulfed her eyes and eyebrows. He said:
"You haven't been eating well. Did you eat dinner?"
No.
I heard that Emperor Jiaqing wanted to summon her to his bedchamber, only a fool could accept it.
She held the spoon and stirred the porridge, without answering, and took a sip.
I feel upset and uneasy.
She didn't quite know how to get along with him. As a lover or as a friend?
It was he who proposed the breakup, and she owed him more.
In any case, she didn't have the nerve to ask him to reconcile.
However, it was also him who wrote to me before his death, saying "May I bless you from the depths of heaven."
But now he was so indifferent and refused to say a single word.
She stirred the porridge nervously, turning out the large walnut kernels, and then she realized that she had a splitting headache.
The first time they were alone after the breakup, they were surprisingly happy again.
Where did the rift end?
The words were so harsh and the decision was so painful that both of them were heartbroken. However, it was like a joke and no one cared when they met.
Now, are they strangers or lovers? She pinched her brows in frustration.
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