Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Spring in the Palace

This kiss connected the souls of the two people, and all the details that were unknown to each other were now presented in their minds.

Jinzhong has a huge resentment, and because he was killed by the special existence Yanwan, his heart is filled with huge emotions, a mixture of love and hate.

Many mysteries that are not related to human affairs are gathered in the two of them, so Jinzhong shed his mortal body, but his soul still follows Yanwan.

But the heaven and earth do not allow ghosts to exist. Jinzhong's soul flew in the sky, and was gradually deprived of many memories by the rejection of the heaven and earth.

For example, the two of them bowed to each other.

For example, the tear that Yan Wan shed for him before she died.

He could only remember that Yan Wan smiled at him, Wang Chan strangled his neck, Yan Wan pulled out the golden hairpin on her head and pierced his throat directly.

"do you hate me?"

hatred.

Don't hate.

After his death, Jinzhong's soul can only remember what happened before his death. This is the rule between heaven and earth.

His hatred was dissipated as he stared at Yan Wan for a long time, looking at this evil woman who had led to his death and would not let him go after his death.

He forgave her again and again while watching her, sometimes it was because Yanwan held him in her arms to send the rabbits; sometimes it was because Yanwan suddenly mentioned the name Jinzhong, and then suddenly fell silent; sometimes it was because Yanwan was unconscious, and kept scolding Jinzhong for being useless and why he died.

He forgave her time and time again, and he could never really blame her.

Heaven and earth cannot tolerate it, so Jinzhong lost his memory of forgiveness again and again.

He repeatedly immersed himself in love and hate, and this love would gradually fill his entire heart, squeezing out the hate. And because of the rules, the hate would force its way back into his heart.

Jinzhong kept repeating forgiveness and hatred.

He lost his memory ten thousand times, hated ten thousand times, but forgave ten thousand and one times.

When he was reborn and returned to the Forbidden City, Jinzhong's only memory was the moment he was killed and some scattered and vague impressions of looking at Yanwan.

At this moment, Yan Wan's kiss to him filled the gap in his soul.

He remembered it all.

He never hated her.

Jinzhong remembered the white mist he saw after death, the white silk that spewed out of Hailan's mouth, and the confusion that gradually shrouded everyone's eyes.

He was somewhat anxious to tell Yan Wan, fearing that she was unaware of Hai Lan and Ruyi's magic and had fallen victim to some sinister plot.

Seeing that he was distracted, Yanwan pretended to push him, and Jinzhong fell down on the couch.

"You are distracted and deserve to be punished." Yan Wan stood up and poured another glass of wine, holding it in one gulp.

Jinzhong's hands and feet were weak, and he could only lie on the couch and let Yanwan do whatever she wanted. His head was propped up on a soft pillow, his eyes were wet and full of anticipation.

Yanwan took a sip of wine and turned around, and saw Jinzhong lying down obediently, looking like a scared and timid little white rabbit.

Yanwan's hand clamped Jinzhong's wrist, slid into the gap between his fingers, and held Jinzhong's hand, making him unable to move.

The fragrant and soft body pressed against Jinzhong's.

All the heat in Jinzhong's body was sucked away by Yanwan's slightly cool lips, and then a mouthful of slightly spicy wine flowed into his lips, followed by a wet and slippery tongue.

Jinzhong has a low alcohol tolerance and gets drunk easily, and Yanwan teases him like this.

With Yanwan, a gentle and patient teacher, Jinzhong also changed from being stupid to being agile.

The dance within the lips became more and more intense, causing sweat to burst out and the air to become wet.

It was raining in someone's mouth.

The sweet smell of rain mixed with the scent of flowers.

It was not until Jinzhong's breathing could not keep up with the rhythm of the dance and he became confused and made mistakes that Yanwan let him go.

The two people separated physically for a short while, and Yanwan sat next to Jinzhong with a slight smile, looking down to appreciate his reaction.

Jinzhong's entire head was glowing a faint red, especially his cheeks. Yanwan put the back of her hand against his cheeks to test the temperature and it was burning hot.

Maybe he was drunk or something, but Jinzhong's eyes were filled with tears and looked quite fragile.

This shy and timid spring light can be seen on his face, on his red lips, in the sound of the air he exhales from his mouth, and in the posture of him holding his hands to his chest with both hands as if he was resisting but also welcoming.

This aroused the desire in Yanwan's heart to severely ravage Jinzhong, who was so pitiful and fragile.

Yanwan's fingers covered Shang Jinzhong's eyes, and the slightly cool touch rested on his eyelids.

Jinzhong's eyes were covered by Yanwan's hands, and he could only see the candlelight shining through her fingers.

"Don't peek."

Jinzhong closed his eyes, as if he was floating in the water. When the eyes can't see, the other senses become sensitive.

On the dark water surface, there was only a pair of glowing hands moving over his body.

itch.

A faint itching sensation emanates from deep within the bone marrow, passes through the muscles and skin, and penetrates into the surface of the skin.

Yanwan's hands stirred up waves inside Jinzhong and made him feel itchy.

Then a cool feeling covered his lips again, and the sweet wine flowed down his lips.

One bite after another.

After drinking half a pot of wine, Jinzhong was already drunk and dizzy. He melted into a ball of water in Yanwan's hand, allowing her to manipulate him as she pleased.

"So good." Yanwan slid her finger along Jinzhong's half-open collar, from the collarbone to the throat and stopped at the chin, tightly pinching the soft flesh of his chin.

Such red and plump lips cannot be closed, revealing the teeth inside and the watery light on top.

"Good dog, look at me."

The half-damp and hazy eyes opened.

Jinzhong saw Yanwan looking at him with a smile. Everything around him became blurry. Only Yanwan was clearly visible, surrounded by a faint and soft light. There were blooming flowers all around her, and the most beautiful one was sitting among the clusters of flowers.

The flower-scented wine entered Zhong's brain, and the alcohol took away the worldly rules. At this moment, Yan Wan in front of him had transformed into an elf among the flowers.

Drawing nourishment from his soul from the lips that repeatedly covered his.

Die under the peonies.

He did it willingly.

Yanwan smiled gently, placed one hand on Jinzhong's chest, and sat sideways to admire the picture of the drunken beauty.

"Then are you willing to die for me?"

"Yes." Jinzhong looked into her eyes and said.

Yanwan stroked Jinzhong's face with both hands, stroking down his cheek, and then clasped her hands around Jinzhong's neck.

The jade-white fingers placed on Jinzhong's slightly red skin were particularly eye-catching.

Yanwan used both hands to contract.

Jinzhong's already flushed cheeks and neck became even redder, but his expression was still smiling, wet, with trust, and he happily dedicated everything he had to Yanwan, including his life.