Shen Qingyan knew that Yan Zhuoxu had a capable secret guard by his side.
Wu is very strong.
But he would only come to the Buddhist temple every two days to report to Yan Zhuoxu on the developments outside the temple.
That night, it was when he was not around!
In that all too realistic dream, she never saw Yan Zhuoxu go on a killing spree.
Therefore, she was certain that he could not fight.
After a night, it won't be so easy to do it again.
Best of all, kill Shen Zhiyi too!
In this way... the Prime Minister's Mansion can be cleared of suspicion.
Shen Qingyan made up her mind, dug her nails into her palms, and thought darkly.
Shen Zhiyi...
Yan Zhuoxu...
They forced her to do this...
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The bright moon hangs high in the sky.
Shen Zhiyi sat in Yan Zhuoxu's meditation room, looking at the vegetarian meal in front of him, quite surprised.
"Why is it so rich?"
Yan Zhuoxu twisted his Buddhist beads and said calmly, "You are not feeling well. Although you can't eat much at night, you should eat something rich."
Since he entered the temple, the emperor sent a skilled cook to the inner dining hall to prepare meals for him.
However, in order to purify his mind, he always ate with the monks, usually eating simple porridge and vegetables.
The cook didn't have much room to play.
It was the first time that he was put to use.
Yan Zhuoxu put down his Buddhist beads, picked up his bamboo chopsticks, and served her the food.
Then he pushed the plate over and placed it in front of her.
Shen Zhiyi lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.
"If others knew that Your Highness, a noble and noble woman, was willing to condescend to serve food to a commoner like me, I wonder what kind of evil woman they would think of me."
"Your Majesty is terrified."
Yan Zhuoxu pinched her face and said, "Chen Zhiyi, speak properly."
“Hmm…”
Shen Zhiyi was forced to look up at him.
Her dark eyes flashed with a light of protest and accusation, but under the candlelight, they showed a tenderness as clear as water.
Even the flesh on her face that he pinched was soft and cute.
Yan Zhuoxu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He moved his thumb over and held her small chin with his palm, applying a little force.
The moist lips pouted.
The lips are round and bright red.
Petals in general.
Yan Zhuoxu leaned over uncontrollably, pressed on her, and kissed her.
Shen Zhiyi’s eyes widened.
The breath on his lips was exceptionally hot.
While burning her, he said in a hoarse voice: "If you continue like this and say some dirty words to me, I will kiss you until you are familiar with me."
He took another sip of her.
"Did you hear that?"
A blush appeared on Shen Zhiyi's face.
Her fingertips rested softly on him, and she blinked obediently, "Hmm... well..."
She just responded when he held her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
He didn't let her go until she felt dizzy and swollen.
Yan Zhuoxu looked at the shy person in his arms, and the emotions in his eyes became increasingly darker.
There were more and more times when he was out of control around her.
For example, now.
He didn't want her to eat.
I want her to...eat something else.
“Gurgle—”
Shen Zhiyi's stomach growled at an inopportune moment.
Her cheeks flushed slightly.
Yan Zhuoxu curled the corners of his lips slightly, pressed her in his arms, and rubbed her head.
"Let's eat."
He took the bamboo chopsticks from the table and handed them to her.
Shen Zhiyi stopped being polite with him, stood up, and started eating quietly.
The candlelight is soft.
He and she, like an ordinary couple, sat around the table and ate.
Yan Zhuoxu looked at her warm profile and a strange emotion arose in his heart.
He looked at the Buddhist beads on the table.
Lower your eyes.
I don’t know what I’m thinking…
whoosh——!
A cold arrow suddenly broke through the window!
Yan Zhuoxu's brows furrowed, and he fell sideways while pressing Shen Zhiyi!
The arrow just barely grazed the edge of the monk's robe, tearing the cloth.
Shen Zhiyi was shocked.
"Your Highness!"
"Don't be afraid." Yan Zhuoxu held her in his arms, squeezing her hand. His voice was calm, and his aura was chilling. "I'm here."
A black shadow jumped in through the window!
A masked man holding a cold sword slashed towards them!
Yan Zhuoxu grabbed Shen Zhiyi’s waist and quickly rolled to the side.
The cushion next to it was suddenly cut into pieces by the chopped sword!
The sword energy shook the table apart.
The Buddhist beads broke and the dinner plates shattered to the ground.
Yan Zhuoxu threw a wooden chair over, put his arm around Shen Zhiyi's waist, and rushed to the door in a few steps.
"Walk!"
He opened the door and pushed Shen Zhiyi out!
The chair broke apart with a loud bang.
The cold sword flashed with a cold light and slashed over, cutting through the door frame!
Yan Zhuoxu jumped over and blocked the exit.
Shen Zhiyi turned around, looked at his broad back, and with an idea in his mind, he turned around and ran out of the yard.
…
Ye Jinghong felt more and more uneasy the more he thought about it in the Zen room.
He suddenly heard a slight noise.
He paused.
Suddenly looked out the door!
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