The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The tentacles of the jade card felt cool, Rong Ling picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was engraved with a hollow dragon pattern, and the dragon body stretched its teeth and danced its claws, circling each other.

Rong Ling vaguely recalled that Emperor Wen of Zhou used to wear this jade plaque with him, and every time the eunuchs issued an edict, they would use it as evidence, implying the presence of the Holy Majesty.

Rong Ling's eyes lit up instantly, and he pinched it into his palm.

After breakfast, she walked around the garden as if nothing had happened, and then sent the maids around: "Go down, I want to be alone."

"Yes..." The maids didn't dare to raise any objections, so they dispersed one after another.

Rong Ling sat by the pool for a while, and after confirming that no one was following him, he strode to the gate of Weiyang Palace.

Just like yesterday, the heavily guarded guards held silver guns and blocked the door: "The empress, please stay."

Rong Ling snorted coldly, and showed the jade token in his hand: "This is a gift from the noble concubine. Today, Su Guifei has promised that with this token, I can enter and leave Weiyang Palace at will, and you will not let it go!"

With the jade card in hand, Rong Ling spoke with confidence, without any guilt.

The two guards look at me,? I look at you, a little hesitant.

Seeing this, Rong Ling continued to heat up: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Concubine Su Gui. It's just that I have something important to do right now. If there is a delay, can you take responsibility?"

Right now the situation in the DPRK and China is kept secret, the two guards only know that the imperial concubine has been staying in the Queen's Palace every night for the past few days, maybe there is something really private?

They didn't dare to stop them any more, they stepped out of the way politely: "The Empress is here to invite you."

Rong Ling finally walked out of Weiyang Palace, but in just three or two days, the weather in the palace was completely different from the joyous atmosphere on the day of the Queen's Sealing Ceremony.

The guards and servants passing by on the palace road were all concerned with their eyes, noses and mouths, not daring to look up, as if they were afraid that something might go wrong.

Without hesitation, Rong Ling hurried towards Zichen Palace.

This is the sleeping hall where Emperor Wen of Zhou usually rests. Since the accident, he has been recuperating in Zichen Hall.

Rong Ling planned carefully, if he could rescue Zhou Wendi, he would have an extra bargaining chip in his hand.

If not, then go back before Su Xuxu returns to Weiyang Palace, she will naturally not notice anything.

Rong Ling hurriedly walked to the front of Zichen Hall in a blink of an eye.

There were also two Habayashi guards at the door, and Rong Ling showed his jade badge, and after being eloquent, he was let through smoothly.

With a sound of "squeak", the vermilion lacquered gate of the Zichen Hall was closed behind him, and the inside of the hall was filled with a strong scent of sandalwood.

In the huge Zichen Palace, the thin gauze curtains around were lowered, layer upon layer of peaks, the gauze curtains were rolled up by the cool wind from nowhere, and gently swayed, the dragon bed of Emperor Zhou Wen was in the depths.

Rong Ling paused, ignoring the uneasiness in his heart, and walked in step by step.

The further one goes in, the stronger the smell of sandalwood becomes, almost to the point of being pungent.

Rong Ling stopped in front of the dragon bed where the veil was also hanging down.

She could only vaguely see a shadow on the bed, it should be the outline of Emperor Zhou Wen.

But even when Rong Ling got to the bed, he never moved, it seems that the injury was indeed serious.

"Your Majesty?" Rong Ling called tentatively.

No one agreed, and the hall was so quiet that only Rong Ling's echoes and breathing rose and fell.

"Your Majesty?" Rong Ling raised his voice.

Emperor Zhou Wen still did not respond.

Rong Ling no longer hesitated, stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his hand to lift the gauze curtain——

"Ah!" Even after seeing all kinds of scenes, Rong Ling couldn't help but let out an exclamation. The jade tablet in his sleeve fell to the ground because of his lack of focus for a moment, and collided with the blue brick, making a clanking sound.

Rong Ling froze all over and forgot how to react for a moment.

The person on the dragon bed is Emperor Zhou Wen, and it is not.

His whole body was stiff, his eyes were closed tightly, his complexion was pale, it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

Not only that, an egg-sized luminous pearl was stuffed into Zhou Wendi's mouth, which should be to temporarily suppress the corpse from rotting and smelling.

Ye Mingzhu was shining brightly, illuminating his complexion in the dimness even more unbearable to look directly at.

The mighty emperor in the past has been reduced to such a state now that he is not even allowed to rest in the ground after death.

A fly buzzing and fluttering suddenly flew out of the tent, Rong Ling finally came back to his senses, withdrew his hand abruptly, and took a few steps back in disbelief.

Discovering this ulterior secret, she hurriedly picked up the jade tablet on the ground, and was about to turn around and leave when footsteps suddenly sounded in the hall.

Rong Ling turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a person slowly coming out from behind the pillar, it was Su Xuxu who he thought should be somewhere else.

Her tone was gentle, but she looked at Rong Ling with boundless coolness in her eyes: "A Ling is really naughty, why don't you just stay in Weiyang Palace, why are you here?"

Although she was asking, she didn't have the slightest doubt, as if she had expected this moment.

Rong Ling felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

It was only then that she realized that Su Xuxu had clearly done it on purpose, pretending to accidentally drop the jade plaque, in order to let herself know that she would always be under her control.

And... Rong Ling swallowed, and calmed himself down slowly: "You killed him?"

"Kill?" Su Xuxu tilted her head slightly, as if hearing something puzzling, the corners of her lips curled up, "A Ling misunderstood, His Majesty was just assassinated unfortunately, it's just that he hasn't woken up yet."

With that said, Su Xuxu raised his palms upwards and waved to Rong Ling: "A Ling, why don't you come here? Don't let His Majesty pass on your sickness to you."

Rong Ling didn't move, and looked at this person not far away who made him very strange.

At this moment, she is even more terrifying than the dead body of Emperor Zhou Wen behind him.

Under the stalemate, Su Xuxu's eyes cooled down a little bit, and the smile on her lips lost patience: "Could it be that A Ling is still thinking about His Majesty? Don't forget, he was the one who took you alive from my hands. To snatch him away, I have left his whole body today, it is a good intention in my heart..."

"That's enough!" Rong Ling couldn't listen any longer, he squeezed the jade tablet in his hand, and interrupted fiercely.

Her voice was still trembling, not because of Zhou Wendi's death, but because of Su Xuxu's actions.

It is true that under the sway of the imperial power, there is nothing wrong with winning and losing, but just think of how Su Xuxu's hand caressing her skin held the bloody knife, and how her red lips kissed her... Rong Ling couldn't help repelling all kinds of conspiracies that put people to death.

Su Xuxu didn't miss the disgust on her expression, and strode forward: "Are you hating Bengong?"

Rong Ling had no choice but to stare at Su Xuxu without saying a word.

Su Xuxu snorted coldly, and suddenly grabbed Rong Ling's wrist, she pulled out a dagger from nowhere, stuffed it into Rong Ling's hand, and forced her to face the direction of the bed: "A Ling, take a good look, he is the one who tore it apart. For killing you and Ben Gong, he deserved his crime and deserved his death..."

"Kill him..." Su Xuxu's hoarse voice lingered in Rong Ling's ear, as if he was bewitching, "Only when he dies can we be together forever."

forever……

The sky became dark at some point, and there was no light in the hall. The dark clouds swallowed up the sunlight bit by bit, and the strong wind blew the doors and windows of Zichen Hall crackling.

Winter is coming to an end, and the spring rains are manic and eager.

Continuous lightning at night illuminated Weiyang Palace, which was originally unlit, and thunder hummed outside the main hall.

On the boundless phoenix bed in the bedroom of Weiyang Palace, two figures are tightly intertwined and entangled.

Su Xuxu's kisses were as frantic as the storm from the outside world, and they all fell on Rong Ling's forehead, nose tip, red lips... and more skin that no outsider could see.

Her voice was very low, and she whispered in Rong Ling's ear like a ghost: "A Ling, anyone can hate Bengong, but you can't."

"Everything I do is for us to be together."

The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, the water in the spring pool is full, and it almost overflows the embankment in a blink of an eye.

The dead leaves that drifted leisurely all winter also lost their original tranquility, and were beaten like a flat boat under the rough raindrops, lost their direction, and pitifully endured the deception of the torrential rain.

Rong Ling wanted to hide but couldn't dodge. From the beginning to the end, Su Xuxu tightly shackled her slender waist, reluctant to let go.

The damp water vapor invaded the bedroom along the window cracks and the door edge, and Weiyang Palace became a vast ocean, enveloping people and drowning in it.

Rong Ling also couldn't figure it out, Su Xuxu was so worried about court affairs during the day that he couldn't catch his breath for a moment, how could he still have such abundant energy at night.

Rong Ling had already given up his strength and gave up resistance, allowing her to fiddle with her.

In the end, when the sky was about to light up, the rain finally gradually eased. Su Xuxu carried her into the hot spring, and carefully groomed Rong Ling.

The palace people outside were already urging her to go up to the court, but Su Xuxu was reluctant to let go. The tip of her nose lightly rubbed against Rong Ling's cheek, blowing out a hot breath: "A Ling, I have a headache, please rub it for me." Knead it, okay?"

Rong Ling only felt that Su Xuxu, who had eaten and drank enough, seemed to be a different person. Satisfaction was written on the corners of his brows and eyes, and he completely forgot the unhappiness between the two of them yesterday.

It's just that she hasn't closed her eyes and had a good rest these days, and her eyes are always blood red.

Seeing it, Rong Ling said by accident, "Don't move around..."

As she spoke, she brought her index and middle fingers together, pressed against Su Xuxu's temples, and rubbed them gently.

Su Xuxu snuggled up to her shoulder and neck, really wishing she could bite Rong Ling's neck hard.

This kind of impulse has nothing to do with lust? It's just because her Ah Ling is so cute that people can't put it down, and Su Xuxu is so itchy that she doesn't know what to do.

In order to enjoy this rare moment of tenderness, Su Xuxu had to try her best to restrain her unclear desire? Carefully sniffing the sweet scent that belonged to her alone on Rong Ling's neck, and did nothing else.

It wasn't until the palace people outside could not hold back the urging for the countless times that Su Xuxu reluctantly got up and changed.

Until now, she finally understood why those emperors in the history books were reluctant to go to court early when they had beauties.

With tenderness in his arms, who would like to see those crappy old men in the court.

The author has something to say: Su Xuxu: Ah Ling, mine, Xiangxiang (?￣︶￣)