Unexpected Marriage Meets Mr.Right - V3.C5
Hai Shi has arrived. After looking at her with satisfaction, Mammy GUI puts on a bright red cloak for her. After thinking about it, Mammy GUI takes a piece of red gauze and covers her head. The thin gauze curtain does not affect the sight of maple. When others look at her, it is more charming and curious.
Mother GUI sent her out of Shuqing pool. A four person soft sedan chair was already waiting in the hospital. Qingfeng got on the soft sedan chair. Four bodyguards raised the sedan chair and sped to the East. Their feet are very fast. Fortunately, the soft sedan chair is very stable. Qingfeng doesn’t feel the bumps. Her hands tremble slightly and caress her hair temples. She gropes for the carving knife hidden in her hair. Her heart is jumping wildly at this moment, because she is terrified. The man she is facing tonight is the king of the six kingdoms, the cold-blooded tyrant. Because of excitement, she is going to avenge her parents and sisters tonight!
After half a pillar incense, she was carried into a palace. At this time, the night was getting darker. Through the thin gauze, Qingfeng could not see the scenery outside clearly, only vaguely saw the bright lights in front of the main hall. Four people carried the soft sedan chair to the side hall on the right side of the main hall, and the sedan chair landed. A slender hand pulled the curtain of the soft sedan chair, took Qingfeng’s hand, and helped her out of the sedan chair.
The hands warm and delicate, Qingfeng can not help looking at the side of the woman, she is wearing a goose yellow Palace Dress, beautiful face, not as humble as the ordinary maid, beautiful eyes across the gauze to see her for a while, quietly back to achieve, continue to support her as if nothing had happened.
Qingfeng sneers. The maids in yanhongtian Palace are really different from other places! Qingfeng was helped into the hall by her. In the big room, several maids and eunuchs were lighting lamps. Dozens of candles were burning. It was so bright that you could see the room clearly at a glance. There were no layers of curtains and no screen partition. There were several paintings on the wall. It seemed that they were made by one person. Inside, there was only a huge bed and two short tables. The floor was covered with pure white blankets. Outside, the room was also simple. There was a desk, four mahogany chairs and several kinds of porcelain and wood carvings.
I didn’t expect that Yan Hongtian’s bedroom was so common decorated. Yan Hongtian is not in the hall. Qingfeng is a little disappointed, but also a little relieved. The palace maid helped her to sit down on the bed and backed away in silence.
Several people were in the room, but it was as quiet as if she was the only one. Qingfeng could hear the beating of her heart. As time went by, Qingfeng’s hands were clenched into fists.
“Here comes the emperor!”
A shrill cry came from a distance, and the whole body of Qingfeng was shocked. In addition to standing on the side of the palace maid slightly curtsey salute, palace maid, eunuch immediately brush a neat and quickly kneel on the ground, head can not be lower, a humble. Qingfeng took a deep breath, straightened his back and sat on the bed, neither getting up nor kneeling.
Xiao Yuxiu’s eyebrows were slightly raised. The woman clenched her hands into a fist, and her breath was tight. How could she not look shy? What’s the cold between the eyebrows? Xiao Yu secretly guesses that it’s not because he’s worried about the emperor, but because he thinks that there will be something interesting behind him.
After a while, the door slowly opened from the outside to the inside, and a pair of bright yellow boots stepped into the hall. Qingfeng was breathing and staring at the tall figure. The wax fire in the hall is bright, and Qingfeng can see him clearly. Yan Hongtian is younger than she thought. His sword eyebrows are in the temples, and his high nose makes him look arrogant and cold. Even in his own bedroom, his black eyes are still sharp, and the corners of his mouth are cold without any radian. He didn’t come over and sat down at the table. He didn’t wear a dragon’s robe or a crown. He only wore black robes and brocade clothes. She couldn’t breathe for the majesty of the monarch.
He is Yan Hongtian!
Yan Hongtian looks at the woman sitting on the bed without saluting.
Qingling, when he went to Haoyue three years ago, saw her by the shadow Moon Spring. At that time, she was burying a rabbit who died in a trap by mistake. She was afraid of blood and was so scared that she lost her face. However, she insisted on burying the bloody rabbit in the earth pit. Her beauty is unforgettable for every man. For him who has seen more cruelty and killing, her kindness and aura make him want to collect. At that time, he has decided to take this woman.
The triennial celebration of Qiongyue is coming, and the Northern Qi Dynasty comes to worship again. The state affairs are very busy. If jingshifang didn’t mention her today, Yan Hongtian would have forgotten that she has been to Qiongyue for more than ten days. In order to compensate, he has made her a beauty. It seems that the beauty is ungrateful. Far away from the veil, Yan Hongtian can clearly see a pair of bright eyes staring at him blazing, black eyes slightly squinting. Yan Hongtian waved his hand slightly, and the eunuchs immediately bent back. Xiao Yu gently closed the door, but did not retreat, quietly standing at the door.
GAOJIN, the eunuch in charge of the imperial court, looked at the only female official beside the emperor. She was quiet, but she leaned slightly in to listen to what was going on inside. Unfortunately, there was no sound.
In such a big house, only Yan Hongtian and Qingfeng were left, one in the inner room and the other in the outer room.
“Come here.” After a long time, a low voice came from the outside room, even if it was just a light word, but with the momentum that could not be disobeyed.
Qingfeng takes a deep breath, gets up and walks towards Yan Hongtian. Although she is wearing a robe, her slender legs are still looming in the red yarn. Yan Hongtian’s black eyes are light, and the corner of her cold mouth is finally slightly curved.Under the gaze of those black eyes, it takes courage to take every step. Qingfeng raises her head slightly and walks towards Yan Hongtian step by step. She doesn’t allow herself to be a bit timid in front of him.
Green maple gradually approaching, through the thin veil, Yan Hongtian finally saw the bright eyes, but also saw half a broken ferocious face!
Yan Hongtian took off the veil on Qingfeng’s face. The skin should be soft and delicate. His beautiful face was covered by two deep blood red scars.
Yan Hongtian suddenly got up, holding the chin of Qingfeng tightly in his big hand, and said, “who hurt your face?”
His chin was pinched. Qingfeng saw the anger of her own things being destroyed in his eyes. Her heart was laughing wildly. He thought that everything in the world would be as he wanted, and everyone would submit to him? Qingfeng did not hide his hatred and disdain in his heart. He said with a low smile: “how? Isn’t this the face that you’ve tried your best to get? Now I’m tired of it? ”
The voice of sarcastic whisper is not high, but it rings out in the quiet hall, but every sentence is clear. Yan Hongtian’s face sinks, his big hand holding his chin suddenly moves down, grabs her neck without pity, and his hand slowly tightens, “who are you?” The oppressive and restrained spirit makes Qingfeng’s heart tremble unconsciously. As long as he wants, he can strangle her at any time, “say!”
Throat was tightly fastened, green maple stubbornly clenched his teeth, refused to hum, let alone beg for mercy. She was familiar with the feeling of suffocation. Anyway, she had died once, and she was not afraid to do it again. In a word, she would never give in.
Yan Hongtian’s eyebrows were frowning. Three years ago, Qingling beside yingyue spring was definitely not such a woman. She has a pair of delicate and gentle eyes, smile like the spring breeze in March, make people feel comfortable. In front of this woman, she was not afraid of death, especially her cold eyes, as if she had been poisoned. She was not Qingling, but she looked like Qingling. Who was she?
In the black eyes, there is a touch of cold residual color. Yan Hongtian’s mouth is lightly hooked, and his other hand also grasps the skirt of Qingfeng.
Hiss –
the ripping sound of brocade cloth sounded in the silent night, like a sharp blade, peeling off Qingfeng’s clothes, but also tearing her dignity. His frivolous and unrestrained eyes lingered on her body, one hand rubbed her waist, the hand holding her neck also crossed her right shoulder and stroked her chest?
The cold of the body can’t compare with the cold of the heart. The stiff body of Qingfeng is shaking. She has thought of such a moment for a long time, hasn’t she? What is she afraid of! What she wants is that Yan Hongtian is infatuated with this body, so that she can relax her vigilance and assassinate him? But at this moment, such a touch, like a cold poisonous snake, entangled her tightly, disgusting. Fear, humiliation and shame flooded her heart and almost drowned her.
Her delicate and smooth, white jade flawless skin pleased Yan Hongtian, and the stiff and trembling reaction made him feel more interesting, with provocative fingers, across the slender waist all the way down, but the black eyes never left her bare right chest. He has long heard that Mrs. Qing is a famous tattooer in Haoyue. When her three daughters were full moon, she pricked the last word in their name on their right chest. The strange thing is that the words on their bodies can’t be seen at ordinary times. They can only be seen when they are emotional or their body temperature rises. If she is Qingling, the word “Ling” should appear on her shoulder later.
When Yan Hongtian’s hand cuts down the waist, Qingfeng’s brain is buzzing, and her blood is rushing up. She is not willing to be humiliated. It saddens her more than death! Suddenly, Qingfeng raised her hand, took out the carving knife between her hair bun, and stabbed Yan Hongtian’s chest.
Qingfeng moves at one go, but Yan Hongtian never thought that she would have a sharp weapon in her hand. Yan Hongtian has no time to push her away. He can only turn over and grasp Qingfeng’s wrist with his backhand. Although he grabs Qingfeng’s right hand, Yan Hongtian’s back is still cut with a deep blood cut by the carving knife. The blood flows down his wrist and soaks his dark sleeve.
The cold light of bloodthirsty flashed in the dark eyes. Yan Hongtian said coldly: “do you want to assassinate me?” Or is she the assassin sent by Haoyue? In the eye once crossed an obliteration idea, Yan Hong adds the strength way on the hand more ruthless.
The wrist is clamped by the claw like hand. The extreme pain makes Qingfeng’s face turn pale. She clenches her lower lip and refuses to hum. The hand holding the carving knife refuses to let go. Even though she is already in a cold sweat, her lip is bleeding.