Empress

Rong Cheng knew that Guan Hongfeng would do what he said.

He didn't resist any more, he gritted his teeth and endured Guan Hongfeng's torture, his abdomen hit the corner of the table, bruised and purple.

Guan Hongfeng said to Wen Yan: "Look carefully, Long Ji is a good hand at serving people."

Wen Yan clutched his clothes tightly, his throat was dry, and he nodded obediently.

Guan Hongfeng let go of Rong Cheng, came to the dragon bed, leaned against the soft pillow, and ordered: "Get over here."

Rong Cheng's lips were biting red, he stumbled up to the dragon couch, and sat down with difficulty supporting Guan Hongfeng's shoulders.

Guan Hongfeng raised his head and sighed, "I was born to serve men."

Even if there was a third person present, Guan Hongfeng didn't feel ashamed at all. On the contrary, under Wen Yan's gaze, he felt more violent and pulled Rong Cheng's hair, making him look up.

Rong Cheng's cheeks were flushed red, and the tears in the corners of his eyes slipped down uncontrollably because of the pain.

The candles in the hall were flickering, one person was quiet, and the two were moving, which was very strange.

In the middle of the night, the movement of the Hall of Mental Cultivation stopped.

Guan Hongfeng looked at Rong Cheng who was lying in his arms, looked up at Wen Yan, and smiled, "Have you learned it?"

Wen Yan hurriedly lowered his head, showing a terrified expression, hemmed and hawed without answering.

Guan Hongfeng said with a doting tone, "Don't worry, I'll let the dragon performers serve you these few days, just watch from the side, and you'll be studying."

Rong Cheng raised his head abruptly, a bead of sweat fell on his sweaty eyelashes, "You lied to me?"

Guan Hongfeng raised his hand and rubbed Rongcheng's lips, "I said before, if he can't learn it, you have to wait until he learns it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped hard on the cheek.

Guan Hongfeng's eyes were cold, and he grabbed Rong Cheng's neck suddenly, with a killing intent in his hands, and threw him off the bed.

Rong Cheng was lying on the ground panting, a few strands of hair fell in front of his eyes in a mess, and his disheveled clothes revealed a large white chest.

Guan Hongfeng's deep voice came from above his head, "Take the dragon master back."

Rong Cheng was dragged out of the Palace of Mental Cultivation by the palace servants. He was tortured for several hours, and when he was brought back to Chenghuan Palace, he couldn't even move his fingers, and was thrown on the ground like a dead dog.

For several days, Rong Cheng was summoned by the emperor.

As if deliberately torturing Rong Cheng, the emperor asked Wen Yan to watch the two live erotica from the sidelines every time, and it lasted for several hours.

Rong Cheng swallowed his anger and thought, it will be over soon.

He knew Guan Hongfeng too well, and Wen Yan couldn't bear to put such a big piece of fat on his mouth.

Sure enough, that night, the emperor did not summon Rong Rong again.

Eunuch Yang stood beside the bed, and said falsely: "The emperor said that the dragon dancers have worked hard these few days, so I want you to rest well and wait for the next call."

Rong Cheng thought to himself, he would rather Guan Hongfeng would never remember him.

Coming out of Chenghuan Palace, Eunuch Yang returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The lights were brightly lit, and Wen Yan waited on him inside, so he wisely didn't go in to disturb him.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Guan Hongfeng looked at Wen Yan standing in front of him, and said with a half-smile: "After studying for so many days, have you learned it?"

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and carefully grabbed Guan Hongfeng's jade belt, "The emperor will know later."

Guan Hongfeng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, stretched out his hand to grab Wen Yan, and put Wen Yan into his arms, saying meaningfully: "Then I have to examine it carefully."

After a while, the lights went out and the house was dark. Outside the door, Eunuch Yang and his apprentice looked at each other, thinking, Long Ji was about to fall out of favor completely.

Early the next morning, Wen Yan was canonized as Mr. An Ge, with countless rewards.

Many concubines went to congratulate, and even the empress sent people to send a lot of gifts.

Wen Yan accepted with a modest smile, and agreed one by one.

However, when everyone left, Wen Yan immediately lowered his face.

Everyone was congratulating him on his success, but only he knew that Guan Hongfeng didn't touch him at all last night.

He even took off his clothes, and took the initiative to climb onto the emperor's dragon bed, but at the last step, Guan Hongfeng was silent, and asked Eunuch Yang to come in and ask Long Ji how he would react to hearing Wen Yan's bedtime tonight.

Eunuch Yang faltered: "The dragon trick...has stopped."

Guan Hongfeng smashed the soft pillow, kicked the quilt off the bed, cursed a cheap musician, then turned around and lay down without looking at Wen Yan again.

Wen Yan clenched his fists, he looked at the weather outside, the sun was shining, he should also walk around.

"Take the tonic, let's go to Chenghuan Palace."

Rong Chengshang was in a dream, and vaguely heard the phrase "Mr. An Ge is here" from outside, and the eunuch's voice was shrill and loud.

Rong Cheng opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a figure stepping into the Chenghuan Palace. When his eyes cleared, Wen Yan's clean and beautiful face like a deer came into view.

Wen Yan wore a deep water-colored dress today, which made the young man happy and angry, and said with a smile: "The dragon trick hasn't started yet."

Rong Cheng supported the bed and sat up, expressionlessly said: "Who let you in."

Wen Yan sat on the edge of the bed, "I heard that Long Ji is not feeling well, so let me come and see you."

As soon as he beckoned, the palace man behind him came forward with the tonic.

"This is the deer antler and ginseng bestowed by the Empress. It is the best way to refresh yourself."

When Wen Yan laughed like a non-aggressive animal, he seemed to be sincerely showing kindness, and even told him how to do it.

Rong Cheng looked at these things with cold eyes, not knowing what Wen Yan meant.

They only met a few times in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and they didn't even say a word. Wen Yan is so attentive, there must be nothing good.

Rong Cheng said lightly, "I don't need it, thank you for your kindness."

Wen Yan looked around, sighed and said: "The scene in the Dragon Mansion Palace must not even be able to eat better supplements, so don't be polite to me."

He spoke sincerely, as if the yin and yang aura revealed in his words were all Rong Cheng's illusions.

"What's more, Long Ji has helped me so much in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and I should repay you."

There was some deep meaning in Wen Yan's smile, and Rong Cheng's stomach was churning, and he suddenly felt nauseous.

He said flatly, "I'm going to rest, you can go."

Wen Yan stood up tactfully, "Then I won't disturb Long Ji's rest."

"If there is something missing in Longju Palace, just ask someone to come to my palace to get it. Don't be polite."

Rong Cheng watched Wen Yan go away, looked at the supplements he brought, and after pondering for a moment, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and threw all the things out.

In this palace, one must be careful to save one's life.

Rong Cheng didn't know Wen Yan's thoughts, and didn't bother to guess, whether it was showing off or being sincere, he didn't care.

He only hoped that Guan Hongfeng would get tired of him as soon as possible and let him out of the palace.

I thought I could sleep peacefully tonight, but unexpectedly, at Xushi, Eunuch Yang suddenly came to Chenghuan Palace and invited Long Ji to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The night was hazy, and the wind blowing on his body was a bit chilly.

Rong Cheng asked, "But what happened?"

Eunuch Yang was very tight-lipped, "When Long Ji gets there, he will know."

Rong Cheng felt uneasy in his heart, but couldn't say anything, followed Eunuch Yang to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, opened the door and walked in.

Under the candlelight, Guan Hongfeng sat on the throne, and Wen Yan stood beside him. He lowered his head, his eyes were red, and he looked aggrieved and pitiful.

Rong Cheng didn't know why, but in the next second, he met Shangguan Hongfeng's cold gaze: "I heard that you threw away all the supplements that Wen Yan sent to your palace?"