As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

After washing, He Yue went to the bedroom in the side hall. Her hair had been undone, and her black hair was loose and hung down to her waist. Her makeup had been washed off, but her face was still clear and moist.

She changed her complicated dress into nightgown and put on a green outer garment. Dusk had fallen and the palace maids lit up the palace lanterns in various places. The candlelight was dim. She walked slowly, flanked by two humble palace maids.

He Yue is not static. After spending a long time with Ning Rushong, she has acquired a kind of majesty that cannot be approached and an unfathomable dignity.

The palace maid opened the bedroom door of the side hall, waited for the Crown Princess to go in, then closed it and stood respectfully at the door to keep watch.

There was a rosewood carved screen in the side hall bedroom. He Yue absentmindedly walked around it, thinking that she would turn off the light soon. When Chi Jue found out that she did not return to the main hall bedroom, he came to look for her and asked the palace servant to report that she had already fallen asleep.

When I looked up, I saw Chi Jue sitting on the bed!

He was not wearing pajamas, but a bamboo-moon-colored brocade robe with a pattern of rising clouds and auspicious signs, on which were twisted a few strands of silver threads that gleamed faintly in the candlelight. He was also not wearing a jade crown, but instead tied his hair up with a green jade hairpin.

He was extremely handsome and elegant. He raised his eyelids and looked at her without smiling, but his lack of smile made his charm even more unattainable, like the frost in the lonely sky.

He Yue stopped and looked at him without blinking. Her heart suddenly started beating and she felt itchy and numb as if it was on fire.

"Yueyue has been looking for wild flowers and weeds today. Will you still keep me here?" Chi Jue's soothing and gentle voice was very soft and slow. He raised his hand and gently placed it on the table that had been placed on the bed at some point. His delicate fingers touched a pot of wine.

What Tongyun, what Tanhualang, how can they compare to her Chijue! He Yue was bewitched by the "honey trap" and walked forward in a daze.

The hem of Chi Juezhu's moonlit dress was like the dazzling fluttering sleeves, her swaying figure and her gentle voice were the sounds of bamboo string instruments. For a moment, she felt that Madam Lu's dance was not as stunning as it was now.

The fear with a touch of tenderness was thrown away without a trace by He Yue, along with her calmness and self-control.

She sat across from him on the table, "Chi Jue, you're joking. How can I bear to reject you?"

Ning Rushong finally smiled. Frost and snow fell to the earth, floated slowly and stopped in He Yue's palm, melted and disappeared.

He placed his left hand on the lid of the wine pot with a gold-engraved lotus pattern, and used his right index and middle fingers to hook the handle of the pot to pour wine for He Yue. "It's a pity that Wen Yan doesn't drink. You're not good at drinking, and it's not appropriate for you to drink in front of outsiders. You can make up for this regret in front of me."

He Yue's eyes naturally fell on his fingers, and her tone was very firm, "You are deliberately seducing me!"

"Yes." Ning Rusong did not hide his thoughts. The table was not wide, and he held the wine cup directly to her lips. "It's the fruit wine I promised you. It's very sweet."

Sweet, sweeter than honey? The current situation almost put He Yue in a position similar to that of a dandy boy, with Chi Jue serving her and the prince serving her.

His heart was beating fast, and He Yue felt a sense of heroism that could not be looked down upon by Chi Jue. He opened his lips, held the edge of the wine cup, and let Chi Jue feed him.

It was really sweet. He Yue drank another cup from the hand holding the Jue.

As the fruit wine entered her stomach, she suddenly became bolder. She moved her body towards the inside of the bed, leaning against the inner wall. Her willow-leaf eyes were slightly hazy as she said, "Chijue, come closer and sit next to me."

Yes, that's right. She is two years older than Chi Jue, so she should be in control. He is different today, very docile. He should listen to her this time and let her be on top this time.

He cannot be too fierce or too impatient, he should go along with her. He is the one seducing her, so he should be tender and affectionate.

Chi Jue moved closer to her and sat next to her. The clear woody scent surrounded her, and there was also some sandalwood scent from the Buddhist temple. He Yue thought of him kneeling on the cushion with his hands clasped together with Buddhist beads wrapped around them. He was so pious and his eyes were filled with compassion.

She habitually touched the incense ash beads on her wrist. She might be a little drunk, and she actually thought of that scene in a rebellious way. Amitabha, wine, sex and desires have confused the mind, Buddha, don't blame me, Buddha, don't blame me.

"Do you know that I like your hands?" He Yue came to her senses and asked again, covering his naturally open palm with her palm, pinching his fingers upwards, from the fingertips to the finger bones.

He Yue lowered her eyes and watched Leng Bai's fingers gradually turn red. It was so beautiful.

Caressing very lightly, He Yue was teasing him more boldly than before. Ning Rusong was very curious and nodded with a smile, "Yes."

He was both tacitly approving and seducing, using his elegant posture and gentle tone to make He Yue even more unscrupulous.

"Look at me, Yueyue." Ning Rushong turned his wrist, held her hand in reverse, inserted his hand between her fingers, and held it tightly.

As the alcohol got stronger, He Yue looked up at him and put her free arm on his shoulder. She moved closer to his arms and stretched her arm upwards, finally reaching the jade hairpin in his hair.

With a slight pull, the black hair cascaded down. Ning Rushong did not move. A few strands of hair fell in front, covering his face a little.

He Yue stared at him, her mind wavering. She put her fingers on his cheek and covered it.