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[The Peak of Death and Life] Pity My Alien Body

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    Ta Xianjun turned his head and saw Song Qiutong, dressed in gorgeous clothes and charming, was approaching with a group of servants.

    He stopped the hand that was stretched out to lift the curtain, calmly straightened the bamboo curtain tightly, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

    "The concubine is free and has nothing to do, so I can walk around to eat at will." Song Qiutong bowed and looked at the carriage softly, "Ah Ran wants to go out?"

    "Go to the night market in Wuchang Town."

    She smiled brightly, with a submissive but intimate look: "I still take a carriage for such a short distance. Isn't it alone?"

    At that time, his patience with her was not bad, so he smiled back: "It's not alone."

    Song Qiutong's eyes flickered, and her eyes fell on the yellow rosewood pedals. The woman's mind was delicate, and she had an answer just by turning it around.  Her expression was slightly stiff at first, and then she said with joy: "Ah, is it sister Chu Concubine?"

    ""

    You can almost imagine Chu Wanning's face after hearing this name in the carriage, Ta Xianjun held back a smile: "Yes. It's him."

    The expression on the woman's face became more and more beautiful, almost eclipsing the clouds in the sky: "It's really great, I stayed in the palace for three years, and I only saw Sister Chu on the wedding day.  He is still wearing a hijab. What a good day it is today, to be able to meet him."

    She laughed and said, "Ah Ran, would you like to bring us two sisters to meet?"

    Ta Xianjun shook his head: "He has a withdrawn temper and feels uncomfortable when he sees strangers. He is still dumb. Don't see him."

    Although Song Qiutong has always obeyed Mo Ran's words, but at this time his heart is itching.  What's more, she has a long-standing grudge against this concubine Chu, and she has felt humiliated since she was abandoned by her husband for no reason on the day of her wedding.  After that, I heard many gossips from the palace people, saying that the emperor stayed in the concubine Chu's room on the wedding night and did not come out until the evening of the second day.

    "It didn't stop all night, and the movement really killed people."

    "I heard from the night watchman that they counted on their fingers and did it seven or eight times at least. Your Majesty is too capable."

    Even the little palace maid smiled and said: "Isn't the empress Chu the one who is capable? Seven or eight times a night, I am afraid that even the little prince will soon be born."

    However, what embarrasses Song Qiutong the most is such whispers, such as "the empress is so beautiful, she would not expect to fall out of favor on the wedding night", "this is totally against the rules of etiquette, and your majesty is too disrespectful to the empress".

    She felt as if she had been slapped hard on the face by the Concubine Chu who had never even seen her face. The burning pain had only increased in the past three years.

    Later, even her confidant maid felt resentful, gritted her teeth and complained fiercely: "I don't know which mountain's fox has cultivated into a spirit, and his majesty is so fascinated."

    Then he persuaded her: "Your Majesty, don't be too sad. You see, His Majesty sleeps with her almost every night, but she may not be pregnant. Thinking about it, she is not in a bad health, and she will never have any children in this life. Your Majesty is just playing around."  Playing with her will sooner or later get boring."

    Song Qiutong forced a smile, how could she have the face to say something?

    He was extremely cautious in the few loves she had with him, and he never wanted her to become pregnant.  The only time he vented on her gentleness was not long ago, when he got drunk and had a big fight with Concubine Chu, and came to her in the middle of the night.

    She was already asleep at that time, and when the curtain was suddenly lifted, she met those scarlet and irrational eyes.  Before she even had time to react, he turned over and tore off her underwear, and brutally ravaged her.  During that reckless and crazy torment, her bun was grabbed fiercely, and she heard him gasp in her ear: "Who are you writing letters to secretly behind my back? You care about him so much?"

    When the clouds and rain were thick, she was so shocked that she felt weak all over, but she heard him muttering behind her: "You can't see anyoneyou can't go anywhereyou can only be the concubine of Chueven if  No longer reconciled"

    Song Qiutong was relieved from this humiliating memory, she straightened her expression, smiled with beautiful eyes and said: "Although Your Majesty doesn't mind etiquette, she is still a sister anyway, I always want to meet her and give her some small gifts  .¡±

    Ta Xianjun put his hand on the bamboo curtain, but he didn't mean to let go: "He has everything. He lacks nothing."

    Now that the words have come to this point, Song Qiutong has nothing to do, so he can only talk to the emperor in a gentle voice, and then watch him get into the carriage and drive away with the fox.

    In the depths of the bamboo curtain, on the soft mat, Ta Xianjun endured the pain from laughing until his belly ached, and continued to say solemnly: "As the emperor, I am too free to favor you in the front, I am afraid it is not appropriate."

    ""

    Chu Wanning's face was gloomy, and he looked sideways at the window without saying a word.

    Ripe golden sunlight shines in through the thin strip curtains, and when he is so thin,p; Liu Gong did as he was told, he stood there and waited until Liu Gong came to tell him: "Your Majesty, half of the fire has gone out."

    He looked at the dim yellow light in the courtyard, but was still dissatisfied. After thinking for a while, he said, "Just turn them all off."

    Liu Gong: ""

    The candlesticks in Wushan Temple went out one by one, but Ta Xianjun's heart lit up bit by bit.  He vaguely felt that Chu Wanning was coming soon.  That man was probably still dressed in white, with a resentful expression on his face, and he was full of morals and righteousness, which was tiresome, and he probably wanted to avenge Mo Zongshi.

    He felt very excited just thinking about it, and the tip of his tongue licked the white teeth and lips.  He only left the last bronze floor lamp in the depths of Luo Wei. This is the fire he left for Chu Wanning's desperate moth, telling him that he is here, waiting for him to rush to die.

    It was late at night, and it began to rain patter outside the window.

    Ta Xianjun put on the most solemn gold silk black formal robe, arranged the mattress and soft quilt pillow by himself, walked around the house, but still felt that something was missing, and finally ordered someone to take a jar of old clothes.  New year's pear blossoms are white and kept warm across the water.

    This man warmed up the wine, dressed in fancy clothes, guarded the tent, and stood by the window watching the rain that was getting heavier and heavier.  From the beginning to the end, he didn't even summon the shadow of no return.

    But he is still deceiving himself and others, while guarding the hotbed of fine wine, while thinking viciously: Hmph, when Chu Wanning comes, he must let him know what sword is ruthless!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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