The Gilded Cage

The Guizhen View is set in the forbidden area. Because many practitioners here have good identities, there are no rules like other folk Taoist temples. Almost everyone lives in a small courtyard. Daily work, rest, and diet are irrelevant, and they are very clean.

In the evening, Chu Ning and Cuihe sat opposite each other, had dinner together, and left the yard in the dim twilight, walking and talking around the gentle **** beside the Taoist temple, and met a practitioner who was in the same view on the way. The elder ladies nodded in tribute to each other.

Until the night fell completely, the two returned to the courtyard.

Cuihe lighted the incense again, and sat on the bed of the door to start sewing with the candlelight, while Chu Ning laid out paper and polished it, and wrote a letter to Zhao Yanzhou.

In order to be safe, and to prevent Zhao Yanzhou from being involved, she didn't fully tell him her original plan. He might be surprised to hear that she suddenly left today.

However, it was inconvenient to write everything clearly in the letter, so he had to tell him not to worry, let alone be unfair to her.

She and Zhao Yanzhou have been siblings for many years. Although they have tried their best to keep a distance from each other in the past two years, they still have a deep understanding of each other.

After she finished writing the letter, she read it carefully, dried the ink, and was about to put it into the envelope, but suddenly there was a gentle footsteps by the open window, followed by Xiao Kezhi's low voice.

"doing what?"

"Your Majesty?" Chu Ning was stunned, only to get up from behind the book case, but saw that he had simply turned in from the window, strode to her side, and glanced down at the words on the paper.

"It's straight for Zhao Si?" He sat down directly next to her and embraced her in his arms very naturally, with a relaxed tone, as if he were in his own bedroom.

"Yeah." Chu Ning nodded and didn't push him away, "I'm afraid Brother is worried."

Xiao Kezhi didn't say anything, but just pretended to seal the letter for her and handed it out to the servants.

Cuihe had already withdrawn to close the door, but the window was still open, and a breeze came slowly, bringing the fragrance of a cluster of peonies by the porch into the house.

Chu Ning remembered the way he had just turned in directly from the window, and couldn't help but smile: "The dignified emperor, he didn't even go to the front door, so he wanted to come in through the window!"

Xiao Kezhi didn't mean to be ashamed. He pointed to the clothes on his body, and said, "When I came over, I didn't bring anyone with me. Even entering this view was a sidestep."

Only then did Chu Ning discover that the clothes on his body were extremely inconspicuous black, the style was simple, there were few embroidered patterns, and it was not easy to find when walking in the night.

It is the emperor, if she only entered the Taoist temple, he would come over with a big fanfare, on the contrary, it would be suspicious.

She thought for a while, and took the initiative to turn around and half-kneeled on the couch, stretched out her hand to take his arm, and solemnly said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for today's matter."

Xiao Kezhi met her bright eyes and patted her cheek lightly. The hand that was about to withdraw was attracted by the hand, and the rough finger pads rubbed back and forth on the tender skin, lingering: "Don't thank me. , I also intended to do so."

On the one hand, he also wanted to take the opportunity to take her away from Xiao Yu. On the other hand, he also planned to condone the collusion between Xiao Yu and Zhao Lun.

Having been emperor for half a year, his temperament is still informal and disdainful of vulgar etiquette. But he was also very sober. The entire Great Liang had to deal with government affairs piled up like a mountain. The court had to reorganize, but it could not be done overnight, and it could not be completely subverted for the sake of purging. Things to think about as a monarch.

"It's you, why didn't you wear the dress I prepared for you?" He looked down at her, his eyes staying on the tied hair crown for a moment, then moved down a little bit, and landed on the green lotus-colored Taoist robe. Dressed like this..."

He tapped her chin with his fingertips and lifted her beautiful face that was completely revealed.

Her black hair was tied in a crown, clean and neat, making her eyebrows show a kind of heroic spirit, and her face was white and flawless, and it added a delicate beauty of delicate eyebrows.

His voice became lower and lower: "But he looks a bit like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Xiao Langjun."

"This is the view of Guizheng." She blinked, and the candlelight in her eyes flashed. "A Ning is a female crown, so she naturally wears a Taoist gown and a yellow crown."

"Don't have a charm..."

He stretched out his hand to untie her front, halfway through, then stopped and said softly: "I'm wronged you, you have to live here."

"Here, it's much better than the East Palace." She shook her head slightly, her eyes were a little red, but the corners of her lips were curved, "Aning has no power or wealth, nothing can give back to your Majesty..."

As she spoke, she took his hand and actively pressed on the half of her shirt.

His hand stiffened and pressed it on her belt, but he did not move.

Somehow, she suddenly remembered his previous "like" sentence, and her heart pounded inexplicably.

What is his like?

She was silent for a moment, tentatively stretched out her hand, and took the initiative to untie his robe, piece by piece, layer by layer.

He didn't move, but still frowned at her actions.

"Today Aning is here to serve your Majesty." She lowered her eyes and said softly, then knelt down on the footrests in front of him, and slowly bowed her head.

She moved extremely slowly, and as she lowered her posture a little bit, a bitter coldness gradually surged in her heart.

But just when he was about to get closer, with only half an inch left, his scalp suddenly tightened, and the tied hair crown was grabbed by him and lifted up vigorously.

She screamed, straightened up again, and met his dark and angry eyes.

"What are you doing?" He pulled her closer and asked in a hoarse voice, "This is what he asked you to do in the East Palace? You want to treat me like you did to him?"

His hands moved from her hair crown to the front of her breasts, clenched extremely tightly, and the clothes around her neck were gathered, making her a little breathless, so he had to soften his body as best as possible, press his hands tightly, and squeeze out. A little room to breathe.

"Doesn't your majesty like it?" Her face gradually flushed due to suffocation, and her voice was a little weak. "Aning thought that all lords are like this."

He looked at her difficult look, slowly let go of his hand, but his expression was still cold, and his anger was not extinguished.

How could he not like it? Although he had never experienced it before, his heart was crisp with just a flash of such a picture in his mind, as if countless ants crawled through it.

But the matter of men and women is ultimately related to love. Not only his personal preferences are important, but her feelings are also important to him.

He could see that she didn't like to do such a thing, so why did she persecute herself? There are so many ways to make him satisfied, and he doesn't want to see her wronging himself at all.

"It's one thing whether I like it or not." He was angry in his heart, and his tone became colder, so he simply stood up and turned his back to her, "I won't be difficult."

His tall figure blocked most of the candlelight, casting a heavy shadow behind him. Chu Ning was shrouded in it, stunned and speechless.

Previously, she could not tell whether the "like" in his mouth was true or not, whether it was the kind of "like" she thought in her heart, and even, because of the frustration she felt in the prince, she was already a little doubtful. , But still subconsciously choose to escape, unwilling to face.

But now, it seems inevitable.

She has left Xiao Yu and lives in Tai Chi Palace. Even if she still has the identity of a female crown, it is like a thin layer of paper, which will be broken with a light poke.

Without all the obstacles, she was a bit less exciting and novel for him. If you just treat her as a plaything, then you should show your true colors and play with her wantonly.

But he didn't seem to have such a plan at all, even if she took the initiative, she was rejected.

If this is not true, she no longer knows what can be considered "true".

But how do you respond to such a mind? She felt bewildered.

He stood in place, and he didn't hear any movement behind him for a long time, and his anger just extinguished a little, and he couldn't help turning his head to take a look.

At this look, she saw her sitting on the couch, looking up at him, dazed and at a loss, like a kid who did something wrong but didn't know how to apologize.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Kezhi couldn't help but sigh, and even the anger in his heart disappeared completely.

"Why don't you speak?" He sat back on the couch again, stroked the broken hair on her sideburns, and frowned.

"Aning doesn't know what to say." She said in a low voice, her voice soft, not at all upset by his sudden anger, "Your Majesty treats Aning well, but Aning has nothing to do with it."

His heart softened. He stretched out his hands and messed up her temples, shook his head and said, "What I want is just to make you feel comfortable. Where is the enthusiasm when I asked me to help you?"

These words seemed to have pushed her on her body, and made her gradually return to her usual boldness.

She simply stood up, went around the screen, and removed the clothes one by one, leaving only the outermost green lotus-colored Taoist robe.

The underside of the robe was empty, and she couldn't help swaying as she stepped, vaguely sketching out her exquisite undulating curve.

"Langjun enters the Taoist door at night, but want to spend the night?" She stopped before the case, poured a cup of warm tea to his eyes, and asked softly, as if she was really a female crown in the Taoist door.

"Yes, here is the lady. Would you like to allow Xiaosheng to stay for a while?" He looked at her robe with a smile but not a smile, and while following her words smoothly, he stretched out his hand to take the teacup.

But when she touched the warm rim of the cup, her hand was loose, the cup poured, and the warm water fell on his open robe.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, I was rash, and I wet Lang Jun's robe, I will take it off for Lang Jun." She pretended to exclaim nervously, and hurriedly approached, removing the wet clothes.

Unknowingly, the two got closer and closer, he simply hugged her to his lap and whispered in her ear: "The lady has removed all my clothes. What should I wear?"

He said, pulling at her empty robe, biting her ear and saying: "Why don't you lend me this lady, temporarily?"

"Then, that's the only thing..." She bit her lip, blushed shyly, and slowly took off her robe.

His gaze was always fixed on her, seeing the robe fall, pretending to be surprised: "Lady--you are so unwilling to be lonely! Did you wait for me long ago?"

"Yes, the Dao Sect is cold and silent, I only hope that Lord Lang will pity..."

He shook his head helplessly and hugged her onto the bed.

"If I don't come, how will the lady survive the long and slow night..."

...

The night was really long.

The few red candles in the room had already burned to the end, and it took an unknown period of time to go out before Chu Ning finally relaxed completely.

She lay half-closed on his shoulder, tears still hung at the end of her eyes, and her throat was a little uncomfortable.

The talented man was a little different from the past. While always strong, he couldn't help grinding her, forcing her to let go of herself, and express all the feelings, pain, soreness, comfort, tension... all must be expressed.

She was used to concealing herself. At first she felt awkward and restrained, but under his pressing and patient guidance, she felt more and more that the burden on her heart was lifted a little bit.

She felt that she was taken care of, cared for, cared for, and joy was not just a thin layer of floating dust on the surface of the tea soup.

"Just now, did I make you feel comfortable?" He put his arms around her and asked again what had been asked countless times.

This time, without any hesitation, she nodded and said, "Aning feels very comfortable."

He was finally satisfied, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and said in a low voice: "I will make you comfortable in the future."