Pleasing this king 1

  Everyone's heart sank a little more at the words, the civil and military officials stood firm, their faces pale, the noble ladies' complexions turned even whiter, they didn't dare to breathe.

  Her eyes gleamed with a sly light, facing such a stimulating scene, the blood in her heart was boiling, a particularly beautiful woman, that kind of body is absolutely a particularly beautiful woman, wanting to get her, wanting to strip her naked and throw her on the bed.

  His mouth was dry and his tongue was parched, but he endured it, because the one who had taken over that woman was Zhu Ye, a madman from the wilds. No one dared to disobey him, even if they hated him to the bone, they didn't dare to cross him.

  Obviously can't move in the light, but it's hard to say in the dark. A perfect chin, that beautiful figure, has been deeply imprinted on his mind, very tempting.

  He grasped her chest with a frantic and unscrupulous hand, making her face turn deathly pale, no longer resisting, tightly closing her eyes, his madness was far more terrifying than what she had seen.

  "Get out!" Chui Ye Kuang Ming raised his head and shouted at the crowd on that side of the seats.

  The family members of the officials who were seated, upon hearing this, immediately stood up with tense bodies and rushed out to run as if their lives depended on it, in an instant all the official family members ran towards the outside of the hall like ghosts being chased by a curse.

  Nan Fengjin stood up from his seat and walked slowly into the Zhuiye Kuangming, with a lazy smile still hanging at the corner of his mouth.

  "You're a fascinating plaything," he said to Zhuo Ye, his eyes not hiding his interest in her.

  "Looking for death!" Jūya Kōmyō seemed to be enraged.

  "Whatever, I'm leaving." Facing the furious and raging Su Ming, Nan Fengjin looked at him with an unusual gaze that had a deeper meaning, then turned around and left.

  "This woman also liked Ben Huang." As he left, a sentence fell into his ears, using the two words "Ben Huang", making his breath even more gloomy.

  The crowd dispersed in an instant, and it was eerily quiet around her. Lan Ya still had her eyes closed, her head spinning, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

  His gaze, which had been wandering wildly, shifted to Lanya's tightly closed eyes, and he reached out to remove the butterfly mask, revealing a stunning face, pale but with every feature so finely chiseled that it could drive people mad.

  "Open your eyes." His low voice sounded.

  Lan Ya's eyelashes trembled but she still didn't open her eyes. She didn't want to see that devilish face of his.

  "This king will make you open your eyes." His tone became heavier, and with a flick of his hand, he tore off the purple clothes on her body.

  Her skin was exposed, and she couldn't help but shiver even more violently, her eyes opening with a hint of stubbornness.

  "You're so pitiful." Her expression was calm, as if she had suddenly sobered up a lot. At this moment, she was no longer afraid of him, but only had endless hatred.

  "If I'm pitiful, then you're even more pitiful!" His hands roamed freely over her exposed skin, caressing and kneading, leaving his mark on her body.

  Lan Ya let out a cold laugh, her body trembling, and suddenly a wave of dizziness hit her, making her unsteady on her feet. She buried her head in his chest, her consciousness becoming blurry...

  It's November, the weather has turned cold, and there have been signs of snow in the sky for the past few days. Lan Ya wore thick cotton clothes, and after the royal banquet, Zhu Ye's control over her became even tighter.

  The servants of Kuang Wang Fu regarded her as a fierce beast, and no one dared to say more than half a sentence to her, fearing that they would bring trouble upon themselves.

  The palace guards were strict and even if she wanted to escape, there was no chance.

  She walked listlessly in the Wang Mansion, with a maid closely following behind her. The Wang Mansion was very large and beautiful, with high buildings and elegant architecture. As winter approached, plum blossoms bloomed from the embroidered pouches.

  In a few more days, the peach blossoms will bloom. Lan Ya stood under the peach tree, with the buds of the peach flowers set against her icy face, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

  "It's said that the Third Prince of Northern Zhou is seriously injured and cannot be cured. The Princess of a neighboring country proposed letting the Third Prince become a son-in-law of her country."

  "I heard about this matter two days ago when I left the mansion, Third Prince's body was originally not good, and he was seriously injured at the banquet and fainted for three days."

  "The princess of the foreign country also suggested going to the foreign country, which is also a good thing."

  Lan Ya's fingers trembled as she grasped the peach branch, and her footsteps moved towards several maids who were chatting.

  "Has the Third Prince entered the barbarian country?" Her voice was trembling slightly.

  The three maids who were chatting turned their heads upon hearing this, instantly turning pale and hastily kneeling on the ground to pay their respects.

  "Say it." Her voice was heavy.

  "Yes, yes, yes." The maid replied, extremely frightened in her heart.

  "When will you depart."

  "Tomorrow... tomorrow at noon." The maid hung her head down.

  Tomorrow afternoon? Lanya's body was arched backward, and he could have died at any moment from the poisonous insects on his body. She had been unconscious for three days and could imagine the intensity of the poisonous insects surging through her body.

  Back in her room, Lan Ya sank into contemplation, suddenly noticing a small blue-and-white porcelain bottle on the table.

  Get up and hold the small bottle in hand, take out a few pills that are about to be played with, smash a cup, use a bowl to separate your wrist, and blood flows into the Qinghua porcelain bit by bit.

  Her blood is more potent than any precious medicine, able to neutralize all kinds of poison, and even if it can't be neutralized, it can effectively suppress the disease.

  A palm-sized Qinghua porcelain bottle was filled with blood. She covered it and hid it under her pillow.

  The maid walked in with a high point, the broken cup and blue dye stained with fresh blood on her wrist reflected in her eyes. 'Clang' The high point fell to the ground.

  Lan Ya hid the bottle and turned around, but before she could say a word, a piercing scream made her eyes widen in shock.

  "Oh no, miss has cut her wrist and killed herself, someone come quickly..." The sharp voice of the maid pierced through.

  In just a few minutes, the crowd gathered, with one doctor after another.

  Lan Ya was half-reclining on the bed, with a mosquito net hanging in front of the window. The doctor was bandaging her wrist, and she couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw the white gauze wrapped around her wrist. Suicide? She didn't have the courage to commit suicide; she was too afraid of death.

  "What's going on." Zhuo Ye rushed into the room with large strides, his face somewhat flustered and panting, as if he had returned in a great hurry.

  Everyone saw the mad king arrive and hastily knelt down to pay their respects.

  "What else can be done, how is he now?" Chu Ye's eyes were furious as he grabbed the collar of Da Fu's clothes.

  "King... King... King..." The doctor had never seen such a formation before and was scared out of his wits.

  "Get out." With a wild swing of his arm, he sent the doctor flying.

  He strode to the window, lifted the gauze curtain, ignoring the white cloth wrapped around her arm, and grasped her collar. His eyes were deep and filled with fierce anger: "Mu Qingyan, you dare to die."

  Lan Ya let out a cold laugh, her fingers prying open his large hand, raising an eyebrow: "Who says I want to die? Even if I wanted to die, I'd have to kill you first."

  "What's going on here?" He eyed the wrapped white cloth suspiciously, clearly distrustful of her.

  "It's just a broken cup, scratched, you're making a big fuss over nothing, what does it have to do with me?" She glanced at the shattered cup and said calmly.

  Why didn't I get a gold medal~~~~