74. Hot
The snow was still falling, accompanied by a slight chill and a whistling wind. The melted snow hit the window like raindrops, accompanied by the man's sobs.
At this point the candlelight was completely extinguished.
Yet, an inexplicable flame burned in the hearts of both of them, becoming increasingly hot, then scalding, and finally a kiss fell, ending a night of rain and wind.
…
Yun Zhihe drank a lot last night, and her head was aching. She whimpered, supported her head, and slowly stood up.
“Hmm…”
She let out a light breath, feeling unbearable.
Just as she lowered her eyes, she suddenly saw someone next to her, with his back to her. The quilt had slipped slightly, revealing shoulders with well-defined and smooth muscles.
"Why?"
Yun Zhihe was stunned for a moment, and the hangover headache seemed to disappear suddenly. His voice became hoarse and he subconsciously made a sound of doubt and surprise.
W-what?!
As she moved in a panic, the quilt slipped down again, revealing the man's upper body and his lower back that gradually narrowed along his spine.
...still had slight fingerprints and ambiguous red marks.
She suddenly realized something, breathing heavily, and forced herself to think about what happened last night.
She seemed to remember... dreaming about His Majesty, and then...
Then--
The mind exploded, and a burst of white light appeared.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Ying seemed to whimper because of the cool breeze that came in when she pulled back the quilt, and frowned.
He endured the pain all over his body, opened his eyes, was confused for a moment, and then his face suddenly turned red.
Xuanyuan Ying slowly stood up. She saw Yun Zhihe looking at him with narrowed pupils and a dull expression.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yun Zhihe, wearing only a thin inner garment, quickly went under the bed, knelt on his knees, and slammed his fair forehead fiercely against the ground.
It made a dull "bang" sound.
It seemed like blood was seeping out.
His voice was hoarse and trembling. "I offended Your Majesty last night and deserve death. I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"
Xuanyuan Ying paused, and the throbbing in his heart that had just been ignited suddenly turned cold. He saw Yun Zhihe kneeling on the ground, with blood on his forehead dripping onto the ground, drop by drop, accompanied by silence in the room.
Yun Zhihe's fingertips trembled, and blood dripped more violently, forming a small pool of blood.
He thought it would be like what his father-in-laws had taught him on his wedding night—
After the first night, Chenshi will be held in his wife's arms and gently coaxed into being shy.
He was looking forward to it.
But when he saw Yun Zhihe's blood was still flowing, he finally closed his eyes, concealed his sadness, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
“…Nothing.”
Maybe it was because I was hoarse from shouting last night, and my throat felt hoarse, sour and painful.
He lowered his eyes, trembled a little, picked up his clothes and put them on to cover his messy appearance.
She seemed confused, wondering who she was preventing from falling asleep last night.
Is it him?
Or was it because of the alcohol that she mistook him for someone else...?
Xuanyuan Ying stood up trembling, wrapped himself in clothes, and walked to the kneeling Yun Zhihe with a somewhat unsteady step.
Yun Zhihe lowered her head, the blood still flowing, soon blurring her eyes.
A huge feeling of helplessness and panic welled up in my chest.
It seemed as if she was happy to have found a home, but also annoyed that he was looking at others through her.
Then the muddy together almost made her cry.
Yun Zhihe pursed her lips. She saw Xuanyuan Ying's pale and slender ankles. The tips of her toes had touched the blood drops and were stained with blood.
Then Xuanyuan Ying knelt down again, he moved closer to Yun Zhihe and held her cheeks with his hands.
He was older and taller than her. He bent down and moved closer to her, pressing the girl's injured forehead against his, and their breaths intertwined for a moment.
Xuanyuan Ying's fingertips were filled with her warm body temperature, along with the heat of her blood.
He said hoarsely, "...Don't do that."
The clothes that were casually wrapped still slid down the shoulders, revealing the pale body again.
Yun Zhihe was stunned and just let his cold fingertips hold her.
Xuanyuan Ying gently let her go again, reached out his hand, and with trembling fingertips, he carefully and meticulously wiped the blood from her forehead. His fingertips were extremely cold.
A pair of cold eyes are filled with complex emotions, but also with delicate affection, and the eyelashes flicker, revealing a gloomy emotion.
But his forehead was stained with blood because of the contact, and the blood slid down his forehead, reaching the tip of his nose and the end of his eyebrows.
His eyebrows were stained with blood, and he smiled at her again.
He just pulled up the corners of his lips with difficulty, revealing a hint of a smile, and spoke in a trembling hoarse voice.
"Jinniang, don't be like this."
Yun Zhihe didn't know how to answer.
She lost her voice for a moment, lowered her eyes, and said, "...I obey your command."
The moment she finished speaking, Xuanyuan Ying suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The blood just arrived and dripped down to the corner of his lips. He held it in his lips, with a fishy, sweet and astringent taste.
Between the lips and teeth, there is unbearable heartbeat and soft and astringent pain.
He kissed her as if he was desperate, and as a man he shamelessly invaded her lips and teeth.
Yun Zhihe paused for only a moment and let him kiss her, feeling a slight sting at the corners of her lips.
She still didn't know what to do.
Is it the female favorite who serves as his substitute, or the beautiful and elegant Lady Yun?
How could the world know that Lady Yun, who was as cold and lonely as the moon, had such obscene feelings for the man who raised her like a foster father.
It was entangled in her heart, so annoying that it hurt.
...She doesn't want this.
She didn't want to be a substitute, didn't want to be a concubine, didn't want to... love him.
She just let him kiss her, obediently like a respectful and polite subject, and refused to respond.
Xuanyuan Ying loosened his lips, and his usually pale thin lips were now moist red and bloodshot.
He looked at Yun Zhihe's eyes, which were lowered and not looking directly at him.
He lowered his head and cried out with a choked voice.
"Jinniang..."
"Don't, like this..."
His voice was still hoarse, but he cried and begged her, but it couldn't get the sympathy he expected.
He used his old body to defile the noble moon. He thought he had finally touched it, but it was still a moon in the water. When he picked it up, the water flowed through his fingers.
Still desolate.
Xuanyuan Ying hugged her and closed his eyes.
——
Eunuch Li stood outside the door all night until almost noon when he saw His Majesty come out. He smiled from ear to ear and his joy almost overflowed.
At this time, seeing Xuanyuan Ying dressed neatly and walking out slowly, without noticing his slightly red eyes, he started to congratulate him directly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Does it taste good?"
He reached out and held Xuanyuan Ying's slightly trembling waist. "You've been tired for half the night, your waist must still hurt. I learned a good massage to relieve this..."
The old man suddenly felt a little embarrassed, lowered his voice and spoke softly.
"Specially designed to relieve the pain this man feels during his first night."
Xuanyuan Ying said nothing, but just pushed him away slightly.
Although Eunuch Li was puzzled, he still said cheerfully, "Your Majesty, then...the bed sheet with the blood stains must be put away. And the clouds..."
“…That’s enough.”
Eunuch Li was suddenly startled.
Looking at Xuanyuan Ying's slightly embarrassed expression, he understood what he meant in an instant.
I’m afraid… Madam Yun is resisting.
Yes, how can I not resist.
To spend a night with His Majesty would be to shatter the virtuous character that is openly displayed. Just ask yourself, which beautiful and promising daughter in her prime would be willing to be treated as a concubine by the world and live in humiliation.
...I'm afraid he will be cursed in history books.
Especially Madam Yun, having an affair with His Majesty is a disregard for ethics, family property, and reputation. Her noble character over the years will surely be criticized and criticized by the literati.
The writings and calligraphy are flying around and around. The more glorious Madam Yun has been in these years, the more punishments she will have to bear in the form of writings and calligraphy.
Plus… Madam Yun might have succumbed to the power and developed a dislike for Your Majesty.
Your Majesty, you have to pity me. Which man doesn't long for his wife's love? Especially after the first night, who doesn't nestle in his wife's arms and cry sweetly?
Eunuch Li pursed his lips and reminded in a hoarse voice, "Why don't we... hide it?"
He knew that what Xuanyuan should yearn for was a love that was respectful and upright, but...how could they be happy uprightly when the two of them were like this?
Xuanyuan Ying paused, his eyelashes trembling, and without saying a word, he walked away.
Eunuch Li hurriedly chased after him, his mind in a state of confusion.
Qingzhu only looked at the backs of the two people, with a dark look in his eyes.
He held the basin of water and knocked gently on Yun Zhihe's door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a clear voice coming from inside and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Madam Yun... I've brought you some water. It's almost noon, so you need to wash up."
He walked in.
Qingzhu saw a bandage on Yun Zhihe's forehead, then looked up at him and smiled gently, with a pen in her fingertips, as if writing something.
He paused, put down the basin, his emotions unclear, but he still asked in a hoarse voice.
"...Last night, Madam Yun..."
"Um?"
Yun Zhihe seemed puzzled and asked, "Are you talking about His Majesty?"
Le Ran sneered, "But there are some minor mistakes in the memorial, so I came to tell me a few things."
Qingzhu paused, and seeing that she looked normal, he finally retreated.
...a lie.
He clearly heard the man's crying last night, which was carried out by the night wind.
Dumb and delicate.
He was in so much pain that he stood outside the window in the cold wind and falling snow, with blood flowing from his fingertips and palms.
Qingzhu smiled at her, then turned around and took a deep breath calmly to hide his trembling body, his eyes red.
……fraud.
Yun Zhihe watched him leave and closed the door, then lowered his eyes to look at what he had written.
It's a portrait done with just a few strokes.
Just a few light strokes outlined the man's cold appearance, dark eyebrows, starry eyes, and thin lips.
Yun Zhihe lowered his eyes and stroked the lips of the portrait with his fingertips, leaving his hands covered in ink drops.
She is happy.
She was pleased with him.
She rejoiced at the sudden outpouring of tenderness, and the spring at the end of her eyes, like falling snow melting, bringing with it the sudden warmth of spring love.
It was like when he was a very young boy holding her, arrogant and fragile.
It was like teaching her to paint, hugging her from behind, wrapping around her in a hot, entangled warmth.
He had a weary look on his face, then raised his eyes with a rare smile and said, "Be my support."
His lips were hot, as was the hug.
It shouldn't be like this.
Yun Zhihe suddenly remembered the tears he had just shed, and his hoarse voice begging her over and over again, "Don't do this."
She responded to his love disguised as power and obediently let him kiss her.
“Like this”…how?
Yun Zhihe firmly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, refusing to reveal a trace of helplessness in love.
It is the ravine of the unknown moon between the two of them.
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Still weird literature
Note ① Private assumption: men will bleed when they first ejaculate
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