Bondage

They hugged each other tightly, and the pounding heartbeat made the two of them lose their strength and soften their hands and feet in embarrassment.

"Wan'er..."

Shen Qianyu lowered his head, opened a pair of earnest eyes and muttered: "Qin Rao threw me into the mastiff ring back then..."

"That mastiff scratched here."

He held Song Wan's hand behind his waist, and gently stroked the wound that had healed for many years.

Song Wan smiled knowingly: "Wan'er help His Highness blow it, it won't hurt anymore."

"Humph."

Shen Qianyu snorted softly, as if protesting that she was too perfunctory.

He buried his head next to Song Wan's neck, and said with grievances: "I was chained to a stable by her and lay in the snow all night."

Song Wan touched his ears and rubbed them lightly: "Your Highness must have been very cold at that time, right?"

"It's okay. What's the point of spending a night in the snow? I've experienced even the most difficult circumstances."

Raising his arms to embrace the aggrieved prince, Song Wan's heart had already turned into a puddle of water.

The more she gets along with the prince, the more she loves him.

He even wished he could hold someone warm in his arms from time to time.

No one in the world knows what he has experienced, Song Wan thought, if she doesn't ask today, maybe he won't mention it again in this life.

She couldn't help hugging the man's neck, leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Wan'er..."

"Wan'er..."

Shen Qianyu held him tightly in his arms, the grievance in his eyes was gradually replaced by ambition, his eyes became more and more lustful, he lowered his head and whispered in Song Wan's ear: "Are you disgusted?"

Could she despise his body, his experience, and even his humbleness and inferiority when he struggled to survive?

He wanted to ask, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak, and in the end he only reduced it to four words.

Although the words are not finished, Song Wan has already glimpsed its true meaning.

She pinched Shen Qianyu's ear, which was so red that her fingertips were burning, and smiled softly: "I don't mind."

"Then I...then I..."

Stretching out his hand tremblingly, Shen Qianyu took off a golden hairpin from Song Wan's head.

She didn't stop or hide, the man stared into her eyes, and took off the temple hairpin she was wearing on her head.

Song Wan still didn't speak, just watched Shen Qianyu's movements with a smile.

The man carefully took off all her hair ornaments, leaned close to her ear and said: "If you don't mind, I will deceive my master and destroy my ancestors."

Song Wan covered his face and laughed into a ball, and Shen Qianyu also laughed, smiling so hard that his brows couldn't be seen.

After she lost her strength in laughing, Shen Qianyu reached out to the black hair scattered on the bed, and solemnly picked up a lock to wrap around her own hair.

His eyes were serious, and his movements were restrained, tirelessly tying knots over and over again.

It's just that the hair of the two is smooth and cannot be entangled in one place.

Song Wan saw that the man's expression changed from pious to flustered, she smiled and got up and took out their long hair from his hand, and tied them together by tying a knot.

"So strong, it will never fall apart."

The man hummed in a low voice, and embraced him again.

Shen Qianyu looked at Song Wan, feeling swollen in his heart.

After looking at it for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to lower his head and remove the pearl clasp around her neck.

The girl Ruzhi had delicate and fair skin, Shen Qianyu lowered her head and moved closer.

Song Wan closed her eyes in shame.

"..."

The warm liquid dripped on her face, Song Wan opened his eyes in a daze, only to see blood bubbling from Shen Qianyu's nose.

"Your Highness?"

She was startled, and hurriedly pushed away the man who was covering his nose and mouth in a daze, and took the towel left by the bed to wipe it for him.

"Can you tell the imperial doctor?"

Shen Qianyu hurriedly shook her head: "No need."

[-]% of Wan'er doesn't know about this, but he does, if the imperial doctor knows what face he will have in the future?

"No problem, I'm fine."

Just as she was talking, Song Wan's handkerchief was a little red, and she was about to get out of bed in panic, but the hair tied together by the two of them hurt her.

"Wan'er, don't be busy, don't be busy."

Wiping his nose completely, Shen Qianyu looked sleepy, he held her in his arms again, but his face was full of embarrassment.

"Is your highness alright?"

"Don't ask, my son."

He was really ashamed to answer.

Song Wan took a handkerchief and wiped it lightly for him. Seeing that he had calmed down for a while without bleeding, he felt relieved.

Shen Qianyu carried Song Wan to the washstand to wash his hands and face, and carried him back to the Babu bed.

He didn't want to be separated from Song Wan for a moment.

"Wan'er, can I stay in Laiyi Pavilion today?"

"Your Highness can stay wherever you want."

"Then, would you like to hold me?"

Shen Qianyu said sullenly: "If Wan'er doesn't want to, I'll go back..."

"Wan'er is willing."

She smiled lightly, full of love and tolerance.

After stuffing the person into the quilt, Shen Qianyu also flipped inside neatly.He hugged Song Wan and couldn't help but get distracted again.

The man carefully traced the contours of Song Wan's face with his fingertips, but felt that nothing was enough to express the love in his heart.

The two embraced each other, Shen Qianyu tore off her coat, and was about to go further when she heard a burst of noise coming from the palace from far and near.

Standing outside the door, Heng Zhi knocked lightly on the door: "Your Highness, Cheng Hui, something happened in the palace."

Shen Qianyu frowned, and lay motionless under the quilt without saying a word, but Song Wan hurriedly pushed him.

"Your Highness, don't delay the business."

The man looked up lazily, and got up obediently, not daring to show any reluctance.

Taking the silver scissors from the sewing basket, she cut off the entangled hair of the two of them, Shen Qianyu put it carefully in her arms, and then turned around to help Song put on his coat.

Just as he was moving, Hengzhi outside the door said anxiously: "His Royal Highness, the queen has collapsed."

"The queen collapsed?"

Song Wan frowned slightly, but Shen Qianyu was struck by lightning.

Queen collapsed!

He has just gotten close to Wan'er, the queen will collapse sooner or later, and now she is collapsed?

As if reading his thoughts, Song Wan shook his head slightly.

"The empress has passed away. As the crown prince, His Royal Highness needs to make a sacrifice to the Taimiao and go to several banquet halls to offer sacrifices."

"Besides, in the next three days, people still need to send hundreds of officials to sacrifice to Wumen and Zhongshan. There are still many things to be busy. Your Highness, go quickly."

Song Wan raised her hand and gently stroked the imprint of slave character on his shoulder: "It's just flesh and blood, don't worry about it, Your Highness."

The pain of flesh and blood can still be borne, but if it is burned in his heart, it will not be enough.

Not long after, Heng Zhi reported that Ji Rong was asking to see him, and Song Wan pushed Shen Qianyu, who was still sullen: "Ji Rong must have brought the mourning clothes, and I will change clothes for His Highness."

After receiving the mourning clothes from Jirong, Song Wan helped him put them on without forgetting to tell him carefully: "The mourning clothes need to be worn for 27 days, and the plain clothes need to be worn for a hundred days after removing them. Your Highness, remember to pay more attention to your underwear, shoes and socks, and don't let your hair fall on them." The population is real."

"His Highness remembers..."

Song Wan warned carefully, and Shen Qianyu listened quietly, as if they were like ordinary couples, loving each other and discussing with each other.

The prince left quickly after dressing up, and Song Wan also asked Heng Zhihengwu to replace the red lantern in the Yi Pavilion.

The next day was about to dawn, and Shen Qianyu received an imperial decree to replace Emperor Wen Hui to worship Zhongshan and other gods at the Meridian Gate.

After finishing the empress's funeral with difficulty, the Nanqing mission formally handed over the brochure to Emperor Wen Hui, saying that they would visit.

For a moment, the court was shaken, and no one knew what Nanqing's intentions were.

Before Shen Qianyu could return from Zhongshan, another imperial decree came down.

The Nanqing Mission personally named Shen Qianyu and invited him to meet him.