Love: Two Worlds Forbidden Love

The moon and stars are gone, the twilight is like frost, and the petals of crabapple flutter in the wind, like fire and blood.

This crabapple flower did not belong to the deep palace.

Legend has it that this is a cursed tree, with a radius of hundreds of miles, where no vegetation grows.

Once upon a time, a pair of lovers who were in love escaped here due to the torture of the world, made a vow of blue sky and yellow spring, and both slayed themselves under the tree.

The blood flowed and penetrated into the roots of the tree, lifting the curse and awakening the sealed tree gods. The tree gods mourned their infatuation and turned their souls into star petals.

Afterwards, the Emperor Taizu conquered the north and the south, ruled the country, ruled the country and devoted himself to prosperity. In order to commemorate Mrs. Haitang who died of illness due to overwork, he did not hesitate to find the legendary sacred tree and ordered people to uproot the tree. Since transplanting the harem, every night is sad for Hua.

Once upon a time, this was also the forbidden place where the emperors of all dynasties imprisoned their favorite concubines.

Liu Yiran leaned against this sacred tree, smiled self-deprecatingly, grabbed the wine jar beside him and drank heavily.The wine flowed down the corners of his lips and chin to the skirt of his chest, soaking a large area.

"I'm Qingdu Shanshuilang, Tianjiao Fufu and Shukuang. I once granted rain and wind coupons, and left clouds to borrow moon badges when I was tired."

"Thousands of poems, thousands of cups of wine, how many times have I looked at the king. The jade tower and the golden palace go back lazily, and put plum blossoms to drunk Luoyang."

"Heh...heh heh...heh heh...good wine, good wine"

The smell of wine is accompanied by the smell of flowers. Tonight, he really wants to get drunk.

One jar after another, Liu Yiran no longer knew how much he drank and how drunk he was.

With a "creak", the front door of Qingxiao Hall was pushed open.

He didn't look there, and continued to drink with his head up. Here, no one will come here except that person, and no one dares to come.

Under the weak moonlight, a pair of black brocade boots stopped in front of Liu Yiran.

The man bent down and snatched the wine from Liu Yiran's hand and put it on the ground, stretched out his hand to brush off the petals scattered on his hair and body, with unprecedented tenderness and pity.

White clothes are better than snow, red flowers are like fire.

And he didn't look at him from the beginning to the end, looking over his shoulder, Liu Yiran looked at the half of the waning moon hanging in the sky with blurred eyes, for a long time, he said:

"Fang Wenqing, let me go, don't make me hate you"

Fang Wenqing's hand froze, and it stopped on the hair tip of Liu Yiran's chest, without echo.

Liu Yiran withdrew his gaze and looked at him, Yuehua slanted a hazy silhouette behind him, which was completely incompatible with his arrogant and arrogant expression.

Fang Wenqing snorted softly, curled up Liu Yiran's hair a few times with curled fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and kissed him lightly, suddenly turned his head, his rhinoceros eyes were like swords and stared at him fiercely, as cold as ice.

"You have hated me for a year, and I don't want you to hate me for a few more years"

Liu Yiran lowered his eyelids, and his eyelashes fluttered like feather fans to block the fleeting despair. Even though he already knew the result, even though he was doomed, he still wanted to win for himself a little hope that was as small as dust.The tenderness of the last moment is like water, and the next moment is ruthless, seemingly affectionate, like hurt or pain.How could he want to use his sincerity to win the heart of an unintentional person.

It has been a year, and he has been imprisoned in this hell-like Qingxiao Palace for a year. He has no relatives, no friends, and he doesn't even have a servant who can talk.Liu Yiran had nothing, and what accompanied him was the loneliness that was worse than death and the heart-wrenching torture.

Everyone only knows that Liu Yiran, a talented man from Yangzhou, is unrestrained and exquisite, but he is a talented man who died young, but they don't know that now he is like a woman imprisoned in the cold courtyard of the palace, having sex every night and enduring With the emperor's three thousand favors, the emperor's grace is vast, and it is the grace that many women dream of.

Suddenly Liu Yiran felt a numbness in his chest, a scalding and slightly callused hand reached into his half-opened skirt, Liu Yiran raised his head in a panic and bumped into the green rhinoceros eyes that seemed to be smiling but not joking. .Fang Wenqing's hand climbed all the way up to his neck. In an instant, his appearance was stern, his body was full of murderous aura, he was stabbing blood, his voice was like ghosts flying in the dark night, making people shudder, floating in this cold and silent Qingxiao Hall.

"Liu Yiran, in this life, in the next life, in every life, and forever, you don't even want to escape."

His five fingers clasped tightly, sinking deeply into Liu Yiran's blood, Liu Yiran didn't struggle because he knew that if Fang Wenqing wanted him to die, he wouldn't live till now.

Fang Wenqing's hand was getting harder and harder, as if he wanted to cut off Liu Yiran's neck, Liu Yiran could feel that his face must be as pale as snow, the feeling of suffocation made him dizzy, just when Liu Yiran thought he would really kill him Fang Wenqing let go of his hand and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Liu Yiran supported his chest and coughed violently, and opened his mouth to make up for the lost air. Fang Wenqing stretched out his hand to smooth his back, looking at his chest that was soaked in wine and leaked a large area of ​​whiteness. His skin, and his throbbing chest felt parched, and a burst of heat flowed through his whole body.Seeing that Liu Yiran regained his complexion, and pulled him into a mess, with the desire clearly visible in his eyes, Liu Yiran felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end and twisted together, which was very uncomfortable.

Fang Wenqing anxiously tore off Liu Yiran's obstructive clothes, eagerly buried his head on his neck, bit by bit, mercilessly leaving bite marks wherever he went.

Two intertwined bodies under the moonlit night, and two emotionless hearts in the sea of ​​flowers, are they the evil fate of the previous life, or the upside-down beauty of this life.

Its life is like a dream, and its death is the only way to rest.

Liu Yiran was forced to raise his head to bear Fang Wenqing's crazily grasping, and his hot and humid breath sprayed on his body. Liu Yiran only felt a nausea in his stomach, and he closed his eyes to force himself to suppress the discomfort.

Fang Wenqing's hot lips followed his cold lips along his jaw, prying open his tightly closed teeth and poking them into his mouth.Liu Yiran could no longer restrain the surging waves, pushed him away with all his strength, got up and supported the tree and retched for a while.

Fang Wenqing stood up and took a few steps back frivolously, staring at Liu Yiran in astonishment, clenched his fists tightly, his joints creaked, he was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward quickly, grabbed his front with his right hand, and clasped him tightly with his left. Liu Yiran's head forced Liu Yiran to look at him, his eyes were like cold pools, as if he could shoot ice arrows at any time to pierce Liu Yiran's heart, his extraordinary handsome face was distorted with hatred.

"Liu Yiran, how dare you think I'm disgusting, you're so brave"

"I want to see if you are a chaste and strong woman, you dare to despise me, but you actually despise me"

Fang Wenqing roughly pushed him to the ground, leaned on him, tore his clothes, and said

"I told you to dislike me, but I think you still dislike me"

Liu Yiran thought that his behavior just now had really angered Fang Wenqing, and he also knew what kind of punishment he would receive if he accepted it, but that place was very painful, very painful, and made him suffocate, Liu Yiran only hated being like this Under the humiliation of all kinds, I actually developed feelings for him, and took root in love.When facing him, Liu Yiran was at a loss, felt pain, felt pain, and longed for Fang Wenqing's sincerity, but when he approached him, she rejected and vomited from the bottom of her heart.

For what Fang Wenqing did, Liu Yiran just endured it silently, no matter how hot he was, he couldn't arouse the heat in his body, there was no response, no moan, no desire.Liu Yiran himself is a cold and ascetic person.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Fang Wenqing finally stopped, looked up at his dead eyes with a ferocious expression, raised his hand and slapped him, roaring angrily.

"Bitch, one day, I will let you beg me willingly"

Every word, every sentence is bone-destroying.

Fang Wenqing was originally a martial arts practitioner, this slap used [-]% of his strength, Liu Yiran suddenly felt dizzy, there was a buzzing in his ears, and there was a fishy sweetness in his mouth, there were already big drops of blood coming from him Out of mouth.

The weight on his body suddenly disappeared, the sound of heavy footsteps gradually faded away, and a sharp sound pierced the lonely deep palace.

"Get out, get out of here"

All the slaves who were kneeling on the ground waiting were so frightened that they dared not make a sound.

Liu Yiran was lying on the cold and gloomy ground, his pure white figure was thin and sad, he smiled wryly, and murmured

"He does evil, he can still live, he does evil...no...you can...live"

The moon climbed to the top, the stars sank into the Milky Way, and sorrowful cries came from the secluded part of the palace, like demons haunting ghosts and ghosts.The most is the resentful wives in the depths of the cold palace, how many beauties die in the palace and never accept their kindness, and how many youths are fleeting and love is deep and lifeless?How many innocent souls are full of tears.

Xu was drunk, but Liu Yiran was gradually lost in the sound of mourning.

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