In the ga of male and female, Feng Yun was not soone willing to suffer a loss.
Three days.
They seed to have beco one entity.
Like a sword, like a sheath.
Perfectly matched, a natural pair.
"I’m a vulgar person, if you give, I’ll take,"
Feng Yun’s eyes were shining, misty as if with fog, cat-like, with a laughing tide in their rims, "Drink once to revel in the moon and twice to drown sorrow, I’ll accompany you to the end of the earth. Let’s see who dies first."
"Don’t move." Every ti she did, Pei Jue was even more in agony.
Nobody knew how exasperating this woman could be...
His breath grew heavy, his voice hoarse, "Feng Yun, you’re ruthless."
Feng Yun slightly raised her eyebrows, "Who made the King serve so well?"
Pei Jue was choked with rage, nearly grinding his back teeth to bits.
Neither of them was willing to concede, not even verbally.
"Fine, it’s yours..."
Pei Jue clutched her waist, his gaze dark and cold, like a wild beast about to snap the neck of its prey, brushed against the tip of her nose, then thrust his hips without pause until he burst forth like a dam breaking.
"Yao Yao..."
He called her in a muffled voice.
Feng Yun was choked up, her temples throbbing, her body tense as she trembled silently under his onslaught, then she bit down on his shoulder.
Pei Jue waited for her to catch her breath before turning her face towards him.
Their eyes t.
The room fell into a long silence.
Feng Yun asked him, "Is this matter over now?"
"Mm." Pei Jue’s warm breath t her cheek, colliding with it.
"Pei Gou..." With a cry, Feng Yun dug her nails hard into his strong back muscles.
New wounds had already been added to them.
Pei Jue remained indifferent.
He grabbed her chin, lifted it, ground down deeply, until she glared at him, breathing heavily and taking him all in, then he stared back intensely.
"Yao Yao, how should you address ?"
Feng Yun took a mont to regain her senses.
Took a deep breath.
She said, "Pei Gou."
-
That night, Feng Yun slept exceptionally soundly, as if dead, too exhausted even for dreams, and she slept straight until dawn.
When she opened her eyes, Pei Jue had already left.
According to Xiaoman, the King had gone to the morning court without having breakfast, and she let out a long sigh.
"Xiaoman, help get up."
Not wanting to change or apply makeup, Feng Yun ordered a table full of breakfast and ate voraciously, reinvigorating herself only after the al.
Xiaoman asked, "Madam, what... exactly did you do to anger the King?"
The events of the past three days had been a closely guarded secret by the maidservants of ixiang Academy outwardly, yet internally, they were filled with curiosity.
Xiaoman was now a married woman.
Much more understanding than before.
But she still couldn’t comprehend the intense, flood-like emotions between the King and Madam, resembling both love and hatred.
Feng Yun couldn’t explain either, half-jokingly, half-seriously she said:
"If I say the King hates , you surely won’t believe it."
"I do," Xiaoman’s eyes reddened as she looked at the shallow red marks on Feng Yun’s collarbone, "If there were no hatred, who would tornt their own wife like this..."
Her skin was too delicate; Pei Jue really carried a lot of bla.
Feng Yun looked up with amusent at Xiaoman.
"So, does Big Brother Zuo in the bedroom really know how to cherish beauty?"
Xiaoman’s face flushed with embarrassnt, and she dared not speak with Feng Yun anymore.
After breakfast, Feng Yun rested for a while, then donning a thick sable fur cloak, went with her maidservants to pick plum blossoms in the courtyard.
The snow lted at her fingertips, chillingly cold, yet quite refreshing to her.
She had suffocated in the house for the past three days.
She lazily said, "Xiaoman, pick half a basket, so as not to ruin the flowers... "
She wanted to make a snow plum blossom makeup.
It was a whimsy that had just co to her that day.
Li Sangruo was guilty, but the fragrance was not.
Xiaoman replied and then looked up to see Big Brother Zuo striding towards them, his expression sowhat stern.
She was startled, "Big Brother Zuo?"
After marriage, she still addressed Zuo Zhong that way.
Zuo Zhong quickened his steps, nodded to her upon arrival, and bowed with a fist to Feng Yun.
"Princess."
Feng Yun smiled and asked, "Why aren’t you with the King?"
Zuo Zhong hesitated, then looked at Feng Yun’s face.
"The King entered the palace early in the morning; it was because of a report from the palace... His Majesty was playing in the snow in Yongshou Palace and had an unfortunate fall..."
Feng Yun dropped the plum blossom in her hand, steadied herself, and then asked:
"Where did he fall? Is it serious?"
Zuo Zhong said, "He fell on his head, beca unconscious on the spot, and has not yet awakened. The King has ordered that the Princess visit the palace as soon as she wakes."
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