Genius and calm concubine: Your Majesty, obey obediently

Ever since she married into Pingyang Palace, all she thought about in her heart was to live her life in an ordinary way.

Yin Tianyi's injury was healed by the doctor invited by Lord Qi Xing a few days ago. It is said that it is a miracle doctor, and Mo Yiran didn't bother to find out. He only said that Yin Tianyi's injury was fine, so it was good. There is no need to force anything.

Regarding Yin Tianyi's snatching of marriage, His Majesty Xueji was very angry. Yin Tianyi was rebellious if he didn't take the royal dignity into consideration. Prince Qi Xing desperately pleaded for mercy, but His Majesty Xue Ji only said that after he recovered from his injury, he would be fined for one year's salary.

For a month, she had been worried about his injury every day, but she never went to see him. After hearing that his injury had recovered a few days ago, her hanging heart was relieved.

Now that You'er is back, and she is married, it's time for her to live a peaceful life.

Today, the snow cleared.

Early on, Yin Wuchou left the gate of the palace, and within a few ups and downs, he came to a quiet forest.

The cold wind came and blew the leaves rustling. He stopped and said, "Who?"

"Life is good after the young master gets married!" The woman's voice came from behind, "It's just my sister...does she satisfy you?" As soon as the meaningful words were uttered, the man hurriedly replied: "In In the eyes of this king, all women are the same!"

After the man's voice fell, the woman had already walked in front of him, with a sneering expression on her delicate face, seeing his cold look, she took a step closer, put her arms around his neck, and kissed his thin lips deeply. Kissed down.

She kissed hard and affectionately, but found that he didn't respond, and her body didn't respond at all, so she left his body wisely.

The man asked coldly: "Have you kissed enough?" After that, he gently wiped the corners of his lips, as if he hated her smell.

A gleam of coldness flashed in the woman's eyes, but it disappeared quickly. She smiled coquettishly and said, "The young master didn't ask that way before." She knew him six years ago, when she was 13 years old and he was 16 years old. When I saw him for the first time, his body was covered with scars, and the dark clothes were soaked in blood even deeper. From then on, she followed him step by step. When he laughed, she followed him. He frowned. She frowned along with him.

She always remembered that scene. Under the dim candlelight, the 16-year-old boy was lying motionless on the torture device, while the young woman next to him was holding a wooden stick in her hand. It was not an ordinary wooden stick. Every time the stick was lowered, he could see the wounds on his back, and blood gushed out continuously. She was only 13 years old at that time, and she had never seen such cruel punishment. She was really terrified at that time.

But he just pursed his lips tightly, not letting himself groan.

Behind her ears, she saw him once a month, and the purpose of each time he came was to receive punishment.As for her, she was only able to see him being punished in the first year, and then she never had the chance again.For a whole year and twelve months, he was very thin. Every time he came, he would have a heart-piercing cough, and then he would obediently lie on the torture device and let himself be mermaid.

And he gritted his teeth, his stubborn look had penetrated into her mind six years ago, every time he dreamed back at midnight, it was his stubborn face, at that time, she would hug herself tightly in the dark... …

"It's not what it used to be now." Yin Wuchou said coldly, pulling Mo Youran back from his thoughts. "And now you are no longer just the little girl who stays in the endless palace day and night and only knows to be afraid, isn't it?" The corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking and cruel smile.

Afterwards, he quietly walked past her, leaving only the cold memory standing in place, which fell into Mo Youran's hands.

He was wearing a dark blue robe. In this chilling winter, he was not wearing thick clothes. His slender body made people feel sorry for him, but he walked forward proudly and firmly. , regardless of the distressed gaze behind him.

A gust of wind blows and disturbs their mutual long winds. Such a sad weather seems to have started a long time ago.

With a sound of "bang", he twisted open the mechanism of the stone gate, and there was a strong wind outside. He lightly opened it sideways and quickly entered the inside of the stone gate.

In the empty stone room, no one was standing inside. Although the stone door blocked the cold wind outside, it was still as cold inside as ever.

He just stood firmly in the empty stone room, as if he was waiting for something.

Not long after, another stone door was opened from the inside of the head, and two women with white masks stood up, lowered their heads and said respectfully: "Young master."

Yin Wuchou didn't even look at them, he just passed them and went inside.

The air was still cold, but since he came to this world, he never knew what warmth was, except of course for one thing, that was her bright smile.

There were many people guarding the stone room. He passed their eyes and walked straight to another stone door. He stretched out his right hand and gently turned the extra stone slab by the door, and the stone door was easily opened.

A young woman in black stood behind the door, the man nodded slightly and said, "Mother."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the young woman to answer, he went straight to the torture instrument, his clothes were untied, and he lay there motionless, waiting for the young woman to pick up the wooden stick with thorns on the wall, and then It hit him on the back repeatedly, drawing out slices of flesh and blood... For more than 20 years, he has become accustomed to this kind of criminal law.

The young woman stood motionless, with a black mask on her face, perhaps this was a close-up of her identity different from others.

Not long after, she reached for the wooden stick, aimed at his back and hit him hard. The hook on the wooden stick instantly tore his clothes to pieces, and the old scars in his heart were buried under the torn robe. Show everything.

The young woman asked: "Do you hate it?" Her voice was vicissitudes and cold.

The man gritted his teeth and said, "Hate!"

Another swiping of the stick, blood flowed out from the scratched wound, he felt that his whole body seemed to be severed by the hook, but no, no!He was still lying there neatly, it was just bleeding, and it was just adding a few more scars, what is that!What kind of!

No.This is nothing at all, compared to the injuries he suffered since childhood, this injury is nothing at all!

Another slap in the face, the old wound was exposed again, and fresh blood flowed out.

The man gritted his teeth without making a sound.

The young woman swung her stick like rain, and the stick fell on his back, hooking new flesh and blood. She said hysterically: "It's good to know the hatred, you'd better remember this heart-wrenching hatred for me forever!"

"Baby, this, birth, no, forget!" The man said every word, and then he clenched his teeth tightly.

The author's words: Or, one day, the swallow desperately came to make a million changes?What do you guys think?