C20

The parasol tree of the Yue'e Pavilion was lush and verdant, shooting straight into the clouds. The crisscrossing branches and leaves in midair covered the side room's corrugated tiles. The bright sun slanted to the west, and the faint light of the sun passed through the lush leaves and scattered into the long corridors on both sides.

Under the dim light, the red bronze pillar appeared slightly faded. The light that was no longer visible was beautiful and beautiful spread out from both sides. A few strands of cool breeze blew against the leaves on the tree, making 'sha sha' sounds …

In the quiet corridor, the figure of a slim and delicate woman was floating in the air.

Luo Shang dragged her broken body along, and used both hands to support a pillar at the side. She slowly raised her head, her watery eyes trembled, and tears had already flowed down her face.

A gentle breeze blew past. The messy hair brushed against her face. In her indifferent eyes, aside from arrogance and sadness, she only chuckled lightly.

She dragged her heavy body away from the railing. The wound on her back had long since been replaced by an unbearable pain between her legs. Her body was numb and stiff. Besides pain, it still hurt.

Just a few hours ago, Leng Shaoyu had mercilessly plundered her, not showing any mercy or venting any emotion at all. Every single scene in Luo Shang's mind with every step that she took had been played back a thousand times.

From the way she stood naked in front of him, begging for mercy, to the way he mocked her and played with himself. Beneath his body, she did not struggle at all to suffer the tortures that he had lost time and time again. Her heart was already riddled with thousands of holes.

Afterwards, Leng Shaoyu coldly threw the clothes back to her and told her to scram out of here, as he was afraid that she would tarnish his Yue'e Pavilion. The man's mocking tone, disdainful expression, and cold face were all filled with revulsion and revulsion towards her.

Luo Shang shook her head, wanting to keep herself awake, but her eyes were always covered by a layer of mist, making her unable to see the path ahead of her.

In the blink of an eye, a person walked towards him, until he was near.

Luo Shang lowered her head, avoided his eyes, and originally wanted to walk past him, but a large palm tightly grabbed her arm.

"Why do you look so pale?"

Leng Mufei knitted his brows and looked at her. It had only been a few hours since they last met, but she already looked so weak. He knew that Luo Shang's back was injured, so it would be difficult to walk, but it wasn't that difficult either. When he walked over from afar earlier, her broken footsteps caused him to be astonished.

"Did he make things difficult for you?"

Seeing her lowered head, tears streamed down her pale and weak face. Without a single trace of blood on her lips, she bit down hard without uttering a single word. Her white robe was covered with a large amount of red marks on her knees. The silk covering her upper body was slightly torn, and cracks had already appeared on her shoulders. Leng Mufei raised his eyebrows. He knew what had happened without thinking.

Inside the cage under the eaves, the Vermillion Bird stopped struggling and obediently stayed inside the cage, staring at the free sky outside.

Luo Shang laughed bitterly, and extended her hand to remove the palm on the man's arm. She took a small step, raised her head, and looked at the imprisoned Vermillion Bird, and said weakly: "It no longer struggles, it no longer escapes, because it knows that its own fate has been sealed, and any so-called resistance will only cause it to be covered in wounds and wounds."

She was just like the Vermillion Bird, where her arrogance could only be concealed in front of Leng Shaoyu. Luo Shang was very clear that she couldn't compete with that man. What he wanted to do, she had no power to resist.

Luo Shang shook her head and laughed bitterly, she slowly turned around and looked at her as she brushed past him.

He raised his head and looked at the little Vermillion Bird. He thought back to what the woman had just said. Any so-called resistance would only cause her to be covered in wounds. She? Was he resigned to his fate?

The woman's pained expression and helpless expression made the carefree expression on Leng Mufei's face fade away and become heavy. He watched Luo Shang's frail figure disappear into the distance, until he disappeared around the corner of the long corridor.

Just as Luo Shang walked out of the long corridor, a woman's voice sounded behind him.

"The woman followed his gaze and pursed her pink lips." If the person is gone, then what are you looking at? "

"You … Could it be... Are you interested in her? "

Hearing her words, Leng Mufei turned around, his expression returning to his usual lazy, hedonistic expression. With his hands behind his back, he casually replied, "You were tempted by her? This woman is indeed beautiful, but not beautiful enough … "

County Princess Chaoyang Leng Yuxin turned her face to look at him. With a little doubt in her voice, she said, "I think you won't either. After all, she's King Jin's woman."

Even if it was a woman that the King Jin did not want, without his approval, no one would be able to touch it. Even his own blood brother couldn't do it.

"You've already been back for a few days. In terms of courtship, you should also go and take a look." Leng Mufei crossed his arms over his shoulders, and said leisurely with a casual expression.

Leng Yuxin smiled inwardly, she raised the handkerchief in her hand and coughed twice, and said: "I know about that."

"Where are you going?" Seeing him turn around, Leng Yuxin immediately asked.

The man had one hand behind his back, while the other hand was raised high above his head. He then took off the birdcage from the pillar, picked it up and whistled as he walked forward.

Fortunately, he was born in the emperor's house, otherwise, if he was the son of any other hundred families, he would have been able to stay idle all day like this, eat and drink, play with everything he has. He would have already starved to death on the streets.