After the prince was reborn, he forced me to marry him and took me into the East Palace

White Horse Temple.

The sun is shining and everything is peaceful.

The towering trees all over the mountains are like a dormant giant beast, silently watching the world.

It was already late autumn, and fallen leaves were all over the ground, making rustling sounds from time to time, adding a bit of desolation and loneliness.

Nan Yuan has been locked up here for nearly a month. She has tried countless ways to get out, but still cannot.

She didn't even know how she got here. She only knew that when she opened her eyes, she was in the temple.

"Amitabha, Master Huizhi is in the dining room in front and can tell you what you want to know." The young monk kindly reminded her when he saw that she was distracted.

Nan Yuan suddenly came to her senses after hearing this and nodded in thanks: "Thank you for leading the way, Master!"

"Amitabha." After the little monk bowed, he led her towards the depths of the temple.

Nan Yuan walked slowly, following the little monk forward while looking around.

When she first came to the White Horse Temple, Nan Yuan made a mistake because she wanted to meet Master Huizhi and met the wrong person.

But fortunately, I found someone I can talk to.

It seemed that the man was imprisoned in this temple just like himself.

Forget it, I don’t want to think too much about it. I should first meet Master Huizhi to find out how I got here and how to get out.

"Squeak-"

The young monk pushed open a door and said to her respectfully, "Please come in, lady donor."

"Thank you." Nan Yuan nodded and went into the house.

The room was simple, but very clean, spotless, and the scent of sandalwood burning filled the entire room.

"Please take a seat, benefactor." An old monk in a cassock was sitting on a cushion with a rosary in his hand. When he saw Nan Yuan come in, he pointed to the seat next to him.

Nan Yuan chatted with Master Huizhi for some time, resolved her doubts, and was then taken out by the young monk.

Walking around the temple is not entirely without benefits.

Although she lost her freedom, the time in the temple was enough for Nan Yuan to calm down.

She didn't know what was going on, why she ended up going to court with such a rage, and what happened next gave her a terrible headache. Those things were totally unlike anything she could do, as if she had been put under a spell.

"Have you found a way out?"

A voice came from above.

Nan Yuan looked over and saw the man in a monk's robe. He also had no hair, dressed like a monk, but his appearance was feminine and his behavior was totally unbecoming of a monk.

He is a new friend she made these days, and his surname is Hua.

Nan Yuan shook her head and said, "No, they just know that I was sent in by someone. As for who it was, Master Huizhi doesn't know either."

"Give up. Even if the old bald donkey knew, he wouldn't tell you." Hua Qichuan sat next to Nan Yuan, tilted his head back and looked at the sky. "Once you enter the White Horse Temple, don't even think about getting out in this lifetime."

"I've been here for five years. I'm so skilled, but I can't escape, let alone you."

Nan Yuan turned to look at Hua Qichuan and said, "Didn't you say that your friend has great magical powers, but he couldn't rescue you?"

At this point, Hua Qichuan smiled and said, "He has his difficulties."

Hua Qichuan's eyes were dim, but it disappeared in an instant: "But soon, he sent me a message, saying that I can go out in a few days."

"Wait until I get out, and I'll find a chance to take you out." Hua Qichuan looked at Nan Yuan and said seriously.

"Okay." Nan Yuan just smiled.

Seeing the light in Nan Yuan's eyes, Hua Qichuan looked away and asked again: "Where do you want to go after you leave here?"

"Jiangnan, it's richer."

"Then let's find a companion."

"Ah."

At the beginning, Nan Yuan could still chat with Hua Qichuan to relieve his boredom, but later, his friends took him away.

In the temple, apart from the monk, Nan Yuan was the only one left. Although she felt a little bored, her life was peaceful and her heart was calm.

On the day of the first snow, Nan Yuan opened the door and saw a person she thought she would never meet in her life standing in front of the thousand-year-old pine tree in the yard.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes lightly fell on his shoulders, leaving a thin layer of ice crystals on his clothes, dancing in the wind.

He had a tall and straight figure, and his black robe moved in the wind, like a banished immortal floating down from the sky. He was so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off him.

Hearing the noise, Gu Jingheng turned around, his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes were captivating.

Nan Yuan's fingers, which were holding onto the door frame, curled up slightly. Some unsolved mysteries suddenly had answers.

There was a long silence, the two just looked at each other without saying anything.

"Follow me."

In the end, it was Gu Jingheng who spoke first. He took the snow-white cloak in his arms, put it on Nan Yuan and wrapped her up.

Nan Yuan said nothing because she knew it was useless to say anything.

Now that he is here, everything else is out of my control.

Gu Jingheng held her hand and walked out of the temple.

Walking in the snow, it makes a crackling sound.

Gu Jingheng was dressed in black clothes and had black hair. He had handsome features and a temperament as cold as the top of a snowy mountain and as noble as a god.

Nan Yuan was wearing a plain white silk dress, with waist-length black hair. She was elegant and refined, like a fairy who was not of this world.

Neither of them spoke and they remained silent until they reached the temple gate.

"Where are you taking me?" Nan Yuan couldn't help but asked.

Gu Jingheng didn't say anything, but just stuffed her into the carriage.

He did not bring any attendants with him, so he had to drive the car himself.

The mountain road was rugged and the carriage was bumpy. Nan Yuan clung to the frame, but was still made nauseous by the shaking.

The sound of horse hooves clattered by. The man in front said nothing, his eyes as deep as a pool, staring straight ahead.

"Can you slow down a bit?" Nan Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, so she lifted the curtain, stuck half of her face out and asked.

Gu Jingheng looked back at her, his eyes a little dark. He did not answer, but turned his horse's head.

"drive--"

The carriage was shaking even more violently.

Nan Yuan didn't sit firmly and fell into the carriage. It took her a long time to recover.

When he looked up again, the carriage had stopped.

It is surrounded by dense forests, covered with snow, and rarely visited by people.

Just as she was about to get up, she saw Gu Jingheng lift the curtain and jump in.

He was cold and his body was covered with snow. A gust of cold wind blew across his face, and Nan Yuan couldn't help but shiver.

A pair of bright eyes, glowing with brilliance.

Gu Jingheng grabbed Nan Yuan's wrist, lowered his head, and bit the back of her hand.

"Hiss..." Nan Yuan felt pain and wanted to pull her hand back, but she didn't dare to.

In the wilderness, if you kill someone and destroy the body, no one will know.

Gu Jingheng held her ankle and brought her into his arms.

There was a bloody taste between her cold lips and teeth, and Gu Jingheng looked down at her.

Nan Yuan also looked up at him. There were faint dark circles under his eyes. It seemed that he had not slept well during this period.

"Gu..."

Before she could utter a word, he blocked her lips.

Nan Yuan grabbed his collar and opened her bright eyes wide.

He tore Nan Yuan's clothes like a madman until they were completely scattered.

Nan Yuan closed her eyes and let him wreak havoc.

Her skin was originally whiter and tenderer than that of ordinary women. After being bitten by him, it became even redder, as if it was coated with a layer of rouge and powder, which was very intoxicating.

Nan Yuan frowned and endured the pain.

Outside the carriage, the wind and snow were howling; inside the carriage, the spring scenery was alluring.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally stopped.

"From now on, there is no daughter of the imperial physician, nor daughter-in-law of Prince Xie in the world. What exists is just a bed-warming maid in the East Palace. Do you understand?" Gu Jingheng bit Nan Yuan's earlobe and said coldly.

Nan Yuan opened her eyes and met Gu Jingheng's icy gaze; her body trembled slightly.

"Understand."

Gu Jingheng snorted coldly, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out, leaving Nan Yuan with a cold and resolute back.

The carriage started moving again, this time much more smoothly.

Nan Yuan leaned against the wall of the car, feeling mixed emotions.

All kinds of emotions flooded my heart, and I couldn't help feeling a little sour and my eyes a little hot.

She wrapped her clothes tightly around her body, took a deep breath, and tried to comfort herself.

At least, now we know the situation outside!

Everyone thought she was dead, but she luckily survived. It can be considered a new life, right?

But the road to a new life doesn’t seem easy to walk on.

Nan Yuan was placed in a side hall of the Prince's Mansion, with four maids taking care of her.

They say they are taking care of them, but they are actually monitoring them.

But Nan Yuan was open-minded. Let them monitor her. After all, she was alone and had nothing to hide.

Gu Jingheng really did what he said. He said he would treat her as a bed-warmer, and he really stayed at her place every night and asked her to warm his bed.

In just a few days, not a single good spot on Nan Yuan's body was left untouched by bites.

Every time he left, Nan Yuan had to wait for half a day before she could get out of bed.

But it was okay. He only came at night. During the day, Nan Yuan had maids to serve her, so her life was pretty good.

Gu Jingheng seemed to have noticed this, and for some reason, he took her directly to his bedroom.

"I asked you to come here to be a bed-warmer, but you live a more comfortable life than I, the prince." Gu Jingheng pinched Nan Yuan's fair and delicate chin and said with a sneer.

Nan Yuan couldn't guess what he was thinking, so she had to keep her mouth shut and not answer, to avoid saying something wrong and causing trouble.

Seeing that Nan Yuan ignored him, Gu Jingheng felt bored and let go of her hand.

He turned around and walked to the desk and began to review official documents.

"From now on, you will take care of my food, clothing and daily life. Wherever I am, you will be there. Do you understand?"

Nan Yuan nodded and said, "I understand."

Gu Jingheng raised his eyes and looked at Nan Yuan standing there, frowning: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you come over?"

What a strange temper.

Nan Yuan secretly complained and walked to his side.

Gu Jingheng stared at Nan Yuan's face, not knowing what he was looking at.

Nan Yuan felt frightened by his stare and couldn't help but touch her cheek: "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Gu Jingheng was so angry that he laughed and said sarcastically: "You are really used to being the master. You can't see the life at all?"

live?

Nan Yuan looked around and saw Gu Jingheng writing something with a pen.

After looking again and again, he finally saw an inkstone not far away. He took it and ground ink very consciously.

Just grind the ink and say it directly. If you have to be weird, it will be difficult to please you.

The room was silent, with only the rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other.

Nan Yuan's wrists felt sore from grinding ink for so long, and her legs and feet felt numb from standing.

He glanced at Gu Jingheng quietly and saw that he was looking at the memorials attentively.

Nan Yuan pursed her lips, quietly transferred the weight of her body to one foot, and gently stretched her muscles.

"Come here and give me a massage on my shoulders."

Nan Yuan was startled when she suddenly heard Gu Jingheng's voice and stood up straight.

With just a flip of his hand, the inkstone fell to the ground.

With a "dong" sound, the ink that had been ground spilled all over the floor.

Gu Jingheng raised his head, glanced at Nan Yuan, then looked at the ink on the ground, and said calmly: "This is a high-quality ink stick tributed from Huizhou, made from a hundred-year-old pine tree. There are less than a hundred of them tributed in total, and they are priceless. You have a bad temper. I asked you to grind ink, but you threw the ink away?"

Nan Yuan knew something about the ink sticks that Huizhou tributed.

Not only because of the long journey, but also because of the complicated production process and exquisite craftsmanship, the value of this ink is very high.

Among the people, it is worth one or two thousand gold.

Later, due to its high price, it was only supplied to the royal family.

Nan Yuan felt a little regretful and quickly squatted down to clean up.

Gu Jingheng lowered his eyes, and the delicate and white neck of Nan Yuan that was exposed came into his sight, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He hurriedly looked away and tried to drink some tea to calm the restlessness in his chest, but the teapot was already empty.

Nan Yuan had just cleaned up the ink that spilled on the ground when she saw Gu Jingheng holding a teapot with a depressed look on his face.

This time she understood and quickly took the teapot from Gu Jingheng, saying, "I'll go make some tea."

Looking at Nan Yuan's hurriedly leaving back, Gu Jingheng's eyes darkened.

Having her by his side was indeed a great temptation, which kept tempting him and made him unable to concentrate on his official duties.

When Nan Yuan came in with tea, Gu Jingheng had already continued to review memorials.

She understood the instructions and slowed down her movements. She put the teapot aside, took out a new ink stick, and ground the ink consciously.

"Come here and give me a shoulder massage."

Hearing the voice, Nan Yuan put down what she was holding and reached out to massage Gu Jingheng's shoulders.

Before her fingers touched him, he held them down.

"What's wrong?" Nan Yuan was confused.

Gu Jingheng pinched the soft touch in his palm and asked in a low voice, "It's so cold, do you want me to catch a cold? Can you rest?"

Nan Yuan pulled her fingers back.

Can she be blamed for this?

In order to stay awake while handling official business, Gu Jingheng kept the charcoal fire in the room burning lightly, and her fingers were exposed outside, so wouldn't they be a little cold?

"Go, make the charcoal fire burn brighter, warm your hands, and then come back."

Nan Yuan followed his gaze and saw the charcoal brazier in the house. She hurried over and added some charcoal into it.

After a while, wisps of green smoke rose in the room, and Nan Yuan's hands gradually became warm.

Nan Yuan returned to stand beside Gu Jingheng again, and continued to serve him as she watched him lower his head and carefully review the memorials.

Gu Jingheng glanced at Nan Yuan, looking at her well-behaved and obedient appearance, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a dark color flashed in his eyes, and then he concealed the expression in his eyes and returned to normal.

After spending only half a day with Gu Jingheng, Nan Yuan had figured out his preferences.

From the look he gave me, I knew he wanted more tea, so I quickly ran to prepare it.

Nan Yuan was holding the teacup and was about to put it on the table when she was stopped by Gu Jingheng.

Nan Yuan was stunned.

"It's so cold, what do you want to do?"

Nan Yuan reached out and touched the cup. It was indeed a little cold. She hit her head and thought she was really confused.

"I'll go get another drink."

Nan Yuan turned around and was about to leave, but Gu Jingheng grabbed her back and pressed her on his knees.

They were very close during this period.

How could Nan Yuan not understand what Gu Jingheng's eyes meant.

Before she could open her mouth, she heard Gu Jingheng say, "Look, what's the point of raising you? You can't even make a cup of tea."

"I... I'll go get another cup, just another one." Nan Yuan's voice trembled a little. Last night's fight was too fierce and she still felt a lot of pain between her legs.

If it happens again, I’m afraid I won’t be able to bear it.

"Change another cup? How long are you going to keep me going back and forth?"

Gu Jingheng's breath sprayed on Nan Yuan's neck, burning her. Nan Yuan shrank her neck unconsciously and quickly responded, "I...I'll move faster. It won't...take too long."

"No need, I have other ways to warm the tea." Gu Jingheng looked at Nan Yuan with a deep look in his eyes.