Wen Yu was still lying on the bed, her cheek resting on her arm, her back exposed to the air. In addition to the marks that had not completely faded, there were two slightly blue palm prints on her waist that were quite eye-catching.
After a while, Ning Xuanyan came back.
He squatted down, swept the palm print on Wen Yu's waist, looked at her, and said unhappily: "I admit defeat."
In his hand, he held a new bottle of medicinal wine, which he had just asked Liuchun for.
Wen Yu looked at him with her eyes curved: "Actually, you are a very good kisser. Every time I kiss you, you are so dizzy."
Ning Xuanyan: ...
I don't know whether this is a compliment or an insult to him.
He clasped his hands together expressionlessly, warming the medicinal wine in his palms.
Ning Xuanyan tried his best to ignore these annoying marks, placed his palms on the palm prints, and massaged them gently.
He wasn't paying attention for a moment and used too much force.
In the massage room, the smooth touch of the waist made him feel a little distracted for a moment, but when he thought that this was a woman who enjoyed teasing him, he tried hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart.
But his actions were completely contrary to what he thought.
His lips fell uncontrollably on Wen Yu's back, then he moved up along the spine and bit Wen Yu's earlobe.
"Wen Yu..."
Feeling Wen Yu's steady breathing, he focused his attention and realized that she had fallen asleep without him noticing.
Ning Xuanyan: ...
I am really impressed.
He pinched his brows, put away the desire in his heart, and carefully helped Wen Yu to activate blood circulation and relieve blood stasis.
After making sure that all the astringents were rubbed out, Ning Xuanyan covered Wen Yu with a quilt and sat at the head of her bed for a long time. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.
At this moment, the sound of falling rain suddenly came from outside.
It's raining.
He stood up and walked forward, closed the window, tucked the quilt in for Wen Yu, squatted down and looked at her eyebrows and eyes.
"You are so heartless that you can even fall asleep like this. Fortunately, I am a gentleman."
As he spoke, he bent his index finger and gently scratched Wen Yu's nose: "You are right, I just like you..."
A gentle kiss fell on the corner of Wen Yu's lips: "I have something else to do, so I'm leaving. I don't know when we'll see each other next time."
He looked at Wen Yu with nostalgia, then turned and left.
Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Liu Chun: "She is asleep, so keep quiet and prepare some food in advance. She will definitely be hungry when she wakes up."
Liuchun called Ning Xuanyan: "Cui Xin."
Ning Xuanyan stopped and frowned.
Liuchun said: "You looked just now really like Cuixin."
Ning Xuanyan: ...
Liuchun watched him disappear in the rain, then turned around and gently pushed open the door.
Wen Yu was lying on her side on the bed, reading a storybook in her hand with great interest.
"Princess, I guess you are not asleep."
Wen Yu put down the script and said, "The massage was so comfortable that I actually fell asleep. When he stopped massaging, I woke up again."
Spring is rainy, but today's rain is the most continuous in recent days.
It rained for two hours without stopping.
The originally gloomy sky seemed to be collapsing as night fell.
At this time, in the far suburbs of Shengjing City, the imperial tombs of the previous dynasty were under extremely strict guard.
Ning Xuanyan was dressed in plain clothes, kneeling in the rain.
"My Lord, you have been kneeling for two hours, and your knife wound has not yet healed. Go back..."
Hua Yao, who was standing aside, was holding an umbrella, her face full of worry.
She wanted to go up and shield Ning Xuanyan from the rain, but due to his order, she couldn't go forward and could only stay by his side.
I don't know why the rain keeps falling.
"My Lord, I know you feel guilty, but you cannot be held responsible for all this. Who would have thought there was such a thing as ga pian? If it weren't for the princess, everyone would have mistaken it for poison. You have been kneeling for two hours, that's enough."
Ning Xuanyan stood with his back straight in the rain. The rain hit his face and slid down along his clear outline. Raindrops condensed on his eyelashes. He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
“My Lord…”
"No need to say more." Ning Xuanyan said, "It was because of my underestimation of the enemy and my carelessness that the galan almost flowed into the territory of Dali. My target is Wen Lin, who is a member of the Dasheng royal family, not an ordinary citizen. They are all my subjects."
Hua Yao fell silent and said no more.
I don’t know how long it took, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping.
Ning Xuanyan looked up and his eyes were blurred by the rain.
"Huayao, the time has come."
Hua Yao paused after hearing this, and pulled out a whip from her waist, with a look of embarrassment on her face: "My Lord, I think the caning should be spared."
Ning Xuanyan closed his eyes: "Fight."
Ninety-nine eighty-one lashes were his confession.
“My Lord…”
"beat."
Hua Yao gritted her teeth, dropped her umbrella, and the whip landed heavily on Ning Xuanyan's back.
After following her master in pursuing great undertakings over the years, she knew his temper very well, and knew that the whip had to be heavy, not light.
The rain hit Hua Yao's face at the same time, and along with the whip fell the tears in her eyes.
She felt sorry for her master, not because of love between a man and a woman, but because of a true master-servant relationship.
In fact, your Majesty's noble body does not need to be like this at all.
The great cause of restoration requires bloodshed and sacrifice.
The rain washed the wound on Ning Xuanyan's back, and the blood mixed with it flowed on the ground. Ning Xuanyan's face became paler and paler until his lips were completely bloodless.
Eighty, eighty-one...
Hua Yao let go of the whip in her hand and knelt on the ground with a plop. The rain had blurred her face. "Your Majesty, I beg you to go back with me to heal your wounds."
Ning Xuanyan remained motionless, the color on his face gradually fading away: "Only after kneeling for eight full hours can the confession of guilt be considered complete."
Hua Yao was stunned. It had only been three hours...
"My Lord, your injury cannot be delayed for that long, or you will die!"
"It's just a whip wound. You won't die."
Ning Xuanyan was still kneeling straight, but his pale face was not convincing at all.
Hua Yao bit her lip, she knew she couldn’t persuade him.
Looking at the rain and blood all over the ground, she didn't know what she was thinking and made up her mind.
"My lord, I will be back soon."
As she spoke, she stood up and flew away into the rain.
In the princess's mansion, Wen Yu was having dinner.
Liu Dong suddenly walked in and said, "Princess, there is a woman outside the palace who calls herself Hua Yao and wants to see you. She said that you will know the name Hua Yao as soon as you hear it."
Wen Yu put down her chopsticks: "Hua Yao?"
"Bring her in."
Wen Yu waited for a while and was then led into the inner courtyard.
Seeing Wen Yu, Hua Yao didn't want to bow, but she still knelt on one knee and said sincerely: "Princess, please persuade my master."
Wen Yu looked at the wet Hua Yao and was slightly surprised: "Your master?"
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