Chapter 185 Chapter 185 "I am willing to swear for you."
"Aren't you worried?"
"Zhu Yan has been missing for three days, and your wedding with Lan Qi is approaching."
Jiu Zhao put down the book in his hand and stretched his waist to loosen his muscles.
She looked at the walls and rafters that were decorated so grandly by the skilled hands of the craftsmen, and said slowly in her mind:
"I've never pinned my hopes on Zhu Yan to accomplish my plan. Whether he succeeds or not, I have nothing to lose anyway. They say you should do your best and leave the rest to fate. I've done what I should do, and now it's up to fate to decide."
Wu Zhu warned, "If you just let him think on his own, he'll never make up his mind if he's wavering. Why not push him a little and let him experience the feeling of complete loss beforehand? Only then will he truly give up everything and never look back."
Jiu Zhao seemed to be thinking about something.
She glanced at the dormant Snow Treasure in the cage, flipped through a few pages of the book, found a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote:
What? You can’t meet my request, so you don’t even dare to see me?
She wrote the time at the end of the letter and asked him to meet her at 12:00 PM.
The note was handed to Olaf's mouth, and he swallowed it in one gulp without even chewing.
Jiu Zhao was afraid that it would choke to death, so he sat in front of the cage, holding his chin with his hands and paying close attention to what was happening.
After about an incense stick of time, it suddenly opened its mouth wide and spat out a piece of paper with the word "OK" written on it concisely into Jiu Zhao's palm.
After things were settled, Jiu Zhao took a short rest and finished his dinner at a leisurely pace.
Someone was sent to invite Lan Qi on the eve of his arrival.
…
I wish Yan to be punctual.
We agreed to meet at noon, not a breath more, not a breath less.
Demonic energy surrounded his tall figure, and he appeared in a shadowy corner where the candlelight could not reach.
Jiu Zhao saw how haggard his features had become after not seeing him for just a few days, and said calmly, "It seems I was indeed forcing him to do what he wanted."
“Not really.”
Lan Qi stood still in the shadows, explaining in a very soft voice, "There were some things that needed to be taken care of, so I was delayed."
"After I talked to you last time, I've been thinking about it seriously these past two days."
Jiu Zhao fiddled with the tips of his long nails, his eyes falling on the barely visible white scars on his fingertips.
He tried hard to recall the past three thousand years of being abandoned by his friends and family, imprisoned in endless darkness, and allowing the punishment of thunder to torture his body and mind to the point of dying. His tone was like ripples of desolation and frustration, "Perhaps the bond of kinship really cannot be severed. I went through fire and water for you, fought Wu Zhu, practiced Fenghuo, and almost spent my life to save you. But during the rebellion in Taolin, you still chose your father Chongli without hesitation.
“In fact, your answer was obtained many years ago.
"You're saying this now and want to help me, but it's just out of a sense of guilt for deceiving me, right?"
Ever since he escaped from the predicament, Jiu Zhao had always treated him coldly.
This kind of coldness is in the tone that cannot distinguish between joy and anger.
In a calm gaze.
The defenses are built high and refuse to soften.
It was precisely because she had always been cold and hard that her rare, almost plaintive accusation at this moment was more like a piece of silk wrapped around a sharp blade, silently tightening his neck and making him feel suffocated with pain with every breath he took.
“No, it’s not.
“I do this for you willingly.
"I fell in love with you, and I decided it was you. Even if you hadn't cultivated the Phoenix Fire to save my life, I would still do this—"
How can you believe my sincerity?
I just need some time to think about how to deal with my father's obstruction.
The two most important sentences were stuck in my teeth, ready to be spoken out.
The maid outside the palace did not give Zhu Yan the opportunity to express his true feelings.
There was a regular knock on the door, followed by a voice announcing, "Your Majesty, the King is outside the palace. Please prepare to meet him."
"knew."
Jiu Zhao frowned and said to himself in a surprised tone, "How could this be such a coincidence?"
It would take less than half a minute for Lan Qi to enter the palace and reach the inner hall according to his walking speed.
She quickly suppressed the rare sadness and joy that overflowed from her, as if trying hard to calm her mind, and faced Zhu Yan. Gradually, her expressionless face returned to normal: "Today is the last time you and I will be alone. I know you can't bring yourself to kill Chong Li, and I don't want to force you to make a choice between me and my father.
"Go now. If you want me to live safely and depend on Lan Qi from now on, our relationship must not be discovered by him.
"If Lan Qi opens the door and sees you standing in my room, it won't be a matter of either you or me dying."
Nothing could break Zhu Yan's heart more than hearing his former lover, who was so proud and arrogant, utter the word "dependence" in person.
He swallowed the words that seemed pretentious compared to the current situation and disappeared silently.
But for some unknown reason he did not leave. Instead, he took out a breath-suppressing talisman from his storage ring, transformed himself into a disembodied wandering soul, and slid under the bed.
A moment later.
The tightly closed palace door creaked open.
Zhu Yan could not see the scene outside the darkness, and his hearing and sense of smell became more and more sensitive.
He heard two footsteps approaching each other at different speeds - and the more urgent and expectant movement came from his side.
"Have you finished handling all the government affairs?"
It seemed as if two people were hugging each other, and the rubbing of clothes was like silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
Jiu Zhao spoke in a soft voice and sweet words.
Lan Qi responded, hugged her, and walked towards the bed again: "How can I come to see you with peace of mind if I haven't finished my work yet?"
He felt Jiu Zhao's hand reaching into his clothes.
As you draw and paint, wherever you put it, it can ignite a small spark of enthusiasm.
The demons are very lustful, especially after signing a life contract, desire and love are intertwined, causing people to feel impulsive all the time.
If he were not seduced by Jiu Zhao, he would still be able to control himself.
But now his beloved wife is curled up in his arms, and her movements are so active. How can he remain calm?
He took the initiative, grabbed Jiu Zhao's fingers, and slid them towards the hem of the skirt that covered her body.
Jiu Zhao dodged when he was touched by something unknown, a half-angry, half-coquettish smile emanating from his teeth: "That's right, you only have the mind to do this after you're done with your work."
"Have you had your meal yet? If you're hungry, I'll tell you to eat first."
He put on his boots and got on the bed, then bent down and carefully removed Jiuzhao's shoes and socks.
As you pull and release your arms, you put extra weight on your waist and abdomen.
"I finished eating early—"
"If I wait for you to come and accompany me, I will starve to death."
Looking up, Jiu Zhao's eyes were filled with water, turning the cold night of Fenye Sea into a spring.
Why are you so enthusiastic today?
A vague thought flashed through his mind, and he was already being pressed down by Jiu Zhao's waist, with his hand reaching out to control his vital part.
…
In a sense, Xuebao is like another incarnation of Zhu Yan.
He often peeked at Jiu Zhao and Lan Qi together through Xue Bao's eyes.
While punishing her body and mind through self-abuse, she was also eager to find proof that Jiu Zhao did not love Lan Qi but was only using her.
However, when I peeled off that self-deceiving facade, and truly huddled under the bed, experiencing their love firsthand—
He Fang discovered that if it were him, Jiu Zhao would also make sweet sounds to other men.
Those sentimental gasps can be heard right at your fingertips.
Before the surge of joy came, she would bury her head in Lan Qi's neck and sob, saying "I love you".
It's exactly the same as when I was with them, no difference.
Even because they grew up together, Lan Qi has a deeper understanding of Jiu Zhao's quirks, habits, and weaknesses.
Zhu Yan's teeth were trembling.
Makes a knocking, knocking sound.
He closed his eyes, and the complicated past came roaring back, drowning him completely.
What he saw before his eyes was the year when Jiu Zhao overcame numerous difficulties and dangers to cultivate the Nirvana Phoenix Fire in order to save him.
They hugged each other and cried in the small wooden house on the edge of the Nanling barrier, vowing never to separate again and to stay together forever.
From time to time the scene changed, and in the field of vision Jiu Zhao was looking over, his eyes focused to the point of paranoia.
"Lan Qi and Fu Xu, my first two relationships were full of misfortune and left me deeply scarred. It's hard to believe anymore.
"I have decided to regain all my courage for you.
"Zhu Yan, if you let me down, I will definitely take your life."
…
To pay with one's life.
To pay with one's life.
Repeating this word silently, Zhu Yan suddenly realized that maybe Lan Qi was right.
He simply couldn't recall the good times he had with Jiu Zhao.
And he delusionally hoped that he could make amends with her and reconcile with her and return to the past.
Because he is not qualified at all.
From the moment he walked towards his father, fate had already declared—
Their fate in this life is over.
Between completely losing her and being unwilling to give up and forcing ourselves to torture each other, perhaps only true death is the solution.
Only then can it leave a permanent mark in her heart.
Like Yingluo.
Yes, like Yingluo.
…
The long night is passing.
Even though he was reluctant, Lan Qi had no choice but to get up, take a shower, and start preparing for court.
The quilt was piled up and slightly sunken. Jiu Zhao was resting one hand under the embroidered pillow, with her long eyelashes drooping, and she was having a sound dream.
Lan Qi lowered his head and stared for a few breaths, feeling his heart filled with tenderness.
He leaned over and kissed Jiu Zhao on the forehead. In order not to wake her up, he released his demonic energy and teleported out the door.
When the palace was empty, Jiu Zhao sat up silently wrapped in quilt.
Her eyes were clear, without a trace of sleepiness.
Looking around the hot bed with his head down, Lan Qi was covered with traces of the semen left behind by his inability to control himself.
With a hint of disgust, she picked up the clothes at the end of the bed and covered her skin with them to pretend that she was out of sight.
Zhu Yan said he was leaving, but did he really leave?
Or should she stay there and spy on their affair as she had planned?
Jiu Zhao sat in the layers of curtains, his eyes still, slowly sensing the breath flowing around him.
Suddenly.
A pale hand touched the bedside.
The candlelight was dim, and Zhu Yan's sad green eyes looked like two floating ghost fires.
The corners of his narrow eyes were bright red.
Jiu Zhao couldn't tell whether he had cried bitterly or couldn't control his evil nature.
"Zhao Niang."
He whispered, "I've made up my mind. I really have made up my mind. I'm willing to swear for you."
Jiu Zhao's thoughts came back to reality, and he looked towards the young man who was half-kneeling. He placed his palm firmly on the back of his hand, "Yan Lang, swearing an oath always feels like coercion. Although I have made a life contract with Lan Qi that cannot be changed, I think of another layer of closer relationship.
"Do you want to give it a try?"
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