ely accepted a portion. 。Qin Luo Yan didn't have much silver on her, seeing that Ming Qi had already given some, she stopped giving any more. As she left, she modified the old hunter's hunting tools...Er Ya was much more capable than Qin Luo Yan had expected, quick and nimble with her hands. Perhaps fearing she would be disliked by her mistress, she was very diligent. On the first day she stayed in the courtyard, she cleaned the entire place and even cooked a delicious meal.

As dusk settled, a fragrant feast was laid out on the table.

Yisheng sniffed, staring at the table full of delicious food with a dazed expression. A suspicious liquid even flowed from the corner of his mouth. Qin Luoyan walked over and was also taken aback. She called out to Er Ya, who was still busy cooking, "Er Ya, where did you learn to cook like this With your skills, you could open a restaurant."

"I'm a bit embarrassed," Er Ya smiled, "My father used to be a cook, so I learned a little from him."

"Oh, then I really hit the jackpot." Qin Luoyan beckoned Er Ya over to sit down and eat. Er Ya was still a bit reserved at first, but she couldn't resist Qin Luoyan, so she obediently came over and sat down to eat.

Candlelight, hazy and beautiful, outlined the three of them in joyous harmony, creating the most beautiful painting.

Looking at Yisheng's contented eating, and the joy in Er Ya's eyes, Qin Luoyan felt as if she were in a different world. She couldn't even remember when the last time she had such a peaceful and stress-free meal was.

If time could stay at this moment, how wonderful it would be.

It's a pity that the things we cherish most often leave us the quickest.

That night, it seemed to be raining lightly. The tiny raindrops pitter-pattered, mixed with the cold wind that rustled the window panes, making a creaking sound.

In her sleep, Qin Luoyan felt a little stuffy and tossed and turned until she opened her eyes. Suddenly, she widened her eyes and turned to look at the person sleeping beside her.

She slept until the middle of the night, when a person suddenly appeared beside her. If she hadn't had a strong psychological quality, she would have been scared to death.

She was about to scream, but the man's warm hand suddenly covered her lips.

"It is I, Your Majesty."

Three simple words, plus a familiar voice, instantly widened Qin Luoyan's pupils. From the initial fear to the subsequent relaxation, a surge of anger rose in her heart!

"My Lord, how did you return here" She quickly retracted the hatred in her eyes, replacing it with a look of bewilderment.

"Well, do you see that His Highness is unhappy" Fu Zimo's voice could not hear joy or anger.

Qin Luoyan twitched the corner of her mouth, "How could it be This slave naturally rejoices to see Your Highness." Damn it, seeing a ghost would be better than seeing him.

"That's good." Fu Zimo reached out and pulled her into his arms. "How have you been these past few days outside the mansion"

"Well, good." There's no place like home.

Fu Zi Mo's hand brushed against her back, then slowly slid downwards. His palm was very hot, but for some reason, Qin Luo Yan shivered involuntarily.

"Wang, Wangye, didn't you say you would let us out of the mansion" Qin Luoyan was so angry her teeth itched, but she dared not show even a hint of her anger.

Fu Zi Mo fell silent for a moment, his chin resting on her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Didn't you already leave the manor This king allowed you to leave, but I never said to sever ties with this king. This king also said that unless I grow tired of your body, you will have no chance to leave my side."

This is being childish! Plain and simple, it's childish!

Qin Luoyan was so angry that smoke was coming out of her seven orifices, she desperately wanted to slap away the hand pressing on her buttocks, but she knew she couldn't. In front of this man, she had no room to resist right now.

She remained silent, but Fu Zimu sighed and said, "You're right. It's better for you to live outside the mansion. When Xiao Changyue marries into the王府, with her prejudice against you, you wouldn't have a good life there. I don't want to waste my energy on these matters, so it's better for you to stay here."

As it turns out, he let her go for this reason!

Qin Luoyan sneered and asked, "Your Highness, am I then just the woman you keep outside A concubine Or a mistress that's kept in secret"

She never expected that this man's thoughts could be so shameless, from beginning to end, he only considered himself. All he thought about was how to possess her body while avoiding unnecessary trouble, but what about her Her dignity, her life

Just because he is a high and mighty prince, should she then be subordinate to him and live under his control

"What does 'mistress' mean" Fu Zimo's hand stroked her body back and forth, feeling her stiffness. He finally reacted, realizing she was angry. "So, you want a name"

Status In his eyes, she now cared about status

Qin Luo's eyes flashed with sadness, and suddenly she lost the desire to speak again. What could she say to a man like this who was incapable of communication

Seeing her silence, Fu Zimo rubbed his head against hers again, the fragrance entering his nose, but his brow did not relax. After a while, he pressed Qin Luoyan under him, "Woman, don't think too much about what you shouldn't."

As night fell and the rain intensified, the temperature plummeted, becoming bitterly cold.

That night, pained screams from Qin Luoyan's room echoed through the house. Her voice startled Yisheng and Erya in the two rooms next door. As they rushed out to her room, they suddenly saw a figure blocking the doorway.

"It's you." Yisheng stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on Jinmu who was standing with his arms crossed. With Jinmu here, it went without saying who the person in Qin Luoyan's room was.

E'r blinked her eyes, wanting to ask something, but was intimidated by Jīnmù's aura and didn't dare to speak.

"Go rest for a while," Kaneki sighed, explaining nothing.

Yī shēng wǎng Qín luò yān fáng jiān de fāng xiàng yī yī kàn le yī wàng, dī dī de sī hǔ shēng hái zài jì xù, tā jīn bù zhě wò qǐngle de quán tóu, yǒu nà me mèi kè, tā xiǎng jiù zhème bù gù yī qiè de chōng jìn qù, kěshì, tā méiyǒu, tā zhīdào, zhège shí hòu chòng jìn qù, Fù zǐ mò bù huì sǐ, kěshì tā hé Qín luò yān de xiàchǎng dōu huì hěn cǎn.

Yisheng gritted his teeth, pushing Erya back into the room and growled, "Don't come out!" Then he returned to his own room, gave Jiumu a cold glance, and shut the door.

It's a pity that the door can keep out wind and rain, but it can't stop the nightmare that has haunted him his whole life.

That night, Yisheng sat on the floor behind the door, covering his ears with his hands and clenching them tightly. The hatred in his eyes burned like a raging fire, growing stronger and stronger. This lifetime, if that fire didn't burn down the people he hated, it would only burn him to death.

Outside the door, Jin Mu stood on the long corridor. Occasionally, rain was blown onto him by the cold wind. As a martial artist, even the strongest winds and rains couldn't make him frown in the past. But this moment, he felt cold too.

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