— — I didn't hold back when I strangled her to death, but didn't I hold back and spare you?
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Qianwandi's mind, blocking his line of sight and preventing him from seeing the true face of the matter.
That dark night, that woman begged him to let go of the innocent baby who had just been born.
What was he thinking at the time?
He had been blinded by the anger of betrayal. He was young and hot-tempered. He was the Son of Heaven who was born on horseback. He would not be soft-hearted in the face of blood and screams.
The dull sound of the planks hitting in the courtyard gradually faded, and the last of the afterglow of the setting sun was hidden by the finely carved window lattice of the palace window.
The long orchids drooped their branches and leaves, looking like dying butterflies.
The Phoenix Marrow Fragrance lingered in the ice-cold palace. It was a reserved and thin fragrance. It was delicate, cold, and lofty. It was so sharp and sharp. However, it was just like the beautiful and ruthless young man under her hand. If she used a little too much force, she would be injured, damaged, and unable to repair it.
Qianwandi Li Ji was never a person who would be dazed. The pain in his wrist brought him back to his senses.
Mingde's slender fingers pinched his skin tightly. She used so much force that her fingertips were pale.
"I shouldn't have been soft on you …" Qianwandi's hand trembled slightly. The rough calluses on his palm, left by his long military career, scratched the smooth skin of the young man's face. "They say you are an auspicious sign, but I think you are a bad omen!"
"You were the one who summoned the bad omen into the palace!"
"You are right." Qianwandi's voice was unusually low, like the hazy sky above the sea before a storm. "— — If I had let you go with your mother back then, I wouldn't have to …"
What did I do today?
Regret?
Troublesome?
Trouble?
… … Or, pain?
Mingde pulled his hand fiercely, like a small animal that fell into a trap and struggled desperately. Her face was full of cold tears. "— — Li Ji!
Kill me if you have the guts!
If you have the guts, you can strangle me with three feet of white silk. If you have the guts, you can bury me in the prince's coffin in Empress Mingrui's tomb!
If you don't dare, I'll look down on you for the rest of my life. You're a coward who doesn't dare to admit what you've done!
You bastard!
Coward!! "
The young man's shrill and hoarse voice reverberated in the huge and empty palace, just like that bloody night a dozen years ago. The midwife screamed, the Empress screamed, and the newborn baby cried with all his might. Blood flowed on the dusty floor, just like a great fire that burned the sky.
Qianwandi's hand slid across Mingde's face bit by bit, as if it was filled with endless longing and love. It slowly slid down to his neck, and then strangled the youth's slender and beautiful neck, tightening it bit by bit.
"Why should I strangle you with three feet of white silk … …" Qianwandi smiled and asked in a low voice. "You should die by my hands, directly by my hands, without anything between us … …"
In the darkness, only a rough outline of his angular face could be seen. Mingde gradually couldn't see clearly at all. He desperately struggled, but even with all his strength, he could only use his cold fingers to grab Qianwandi's arm, and then slowly let go.
Two hours ago, in that cold palace filled with dust and mold, the Noble Consort … … had she also died in such pain?
Even longer ago, Empress Mingrui had fallen in the blood on the floor when she gave birth. Had she also died like this?
Mingde's consciousness gradually blurred.
He collapsed into the cold palace brocade and fragrant mandarin duck pillow, and slowly lowered his hand.
How good. The woman he had never met, who was rumored to have died because of him, was wearing a bright and beautiful empress court dress, standing on the other side of the shore and reaching out to him, just like … … just like Madam Zhang had done to her children.
Qianwandi Li Ji looked at him. He suddenly released the hand around his neck, and then grabbed the back of his head, and pulled half of his body up.
At this time, Ming De was already almost unconscious. Emperor Qian Wandi was kissing him like a flower, nibbling in his mouth until traces of blood appeared. Then, he violently tore apart the thin robe, all the way down to knead the youth's thin body that had not yet fully opened.
He suddenly thought of the first time he saw Shangguan Mingde two years ago. He had violently resisted, but in the end, he had failed.
No matter if it was in terms of strength or strength, he could not compare to strong adult men. Under Li Ji's hands, it seemed that he could do nothing but toss and turn.
If he wanted him to live, he had to live; if he wanted him to die, he had to die.
But death was such a simple matter. If an imperial consort died, she could be replaced. If a fetus died, she could be pregnant again. It was just one less competitor for the throne in the future.
But if Mingde died … … there would be no second Shangguan Mingde in the future.
One look could topple a city, and another could topple a country. It was better not to topple a city or a country, no matter how rare a beauty was!
… …
When he penetrated, Li Ji felt Shangguan Mingde's suppressed moans. He felt like there was a wet liquid slowly flowing out of his lower body.
It was blood, built on Mingde's pain, but it brought him more violent pleasure.
Li Ji reached out and tightly hugged Mingde's thin body. The pleasure was so strong that there was nothing left in his mind other than the thought of violating this young man.
It was just like the first time he got Mingde. A thin gold chain was tied to the head of the bed, and he was tied there for three days without getting out of bed. He was constantly hanging on with thousand-year-old ginseng so that he could not die no matter how painful it was.
The night wind had started to blow.
The cold moonlight passed through the window lattice and slowly disappeared into the darkness of the room. The entanglement of the body, the moans, and the negligible resistance were all hidden in the deep darkness of the night.
Li Ji could feel that his desire was urgent and difficult to vent, but Mingde did not have any breath to resist.
At this time, no matter how much power he had and how much he had the upper hand, he was just an ordinary man.
He would never be able to be the high and mighty Emperor in front of Shangguan Mingde.
When Qianwandi strode out of the door of the bedroom, it was already early in the morning.
The Emperor's face was very gloomy. When the attendants saw it, they trembled and knelt down.
Zhang Kuo's palms were sweating. He hurriedly followed Qianwandi. He had only taken two steps when the Emperor suddenly asked without turning his head, "What are you doing here?"
Zhang Kuo was stunned. He immediately bowed and said, "This servant knows his mistake." He then turned around and shouted, "Quickly summon the imperial physician!"
Zhang Kuo ran all the way into the bedroom. As soon as he broke into the bedroom, he hurriedly lit the lamp. When he looked at the bed, he almost gasped.
Mingde's quilt covered up to his chest. His exposed shoulder was blue and red, and there was almost no good skin. One of his hands hung weakly on the ground. It was unknown whether he was still breathing.
Zhang Kuo's voice trembled as he asked the palace maid, "Quickly … quickly summon Laojunmei!
Quickly!
Quickly! "
The palace maid had only taken two steps when she fell. She then hurriedly scrambled out of the door.
When Laojunmei heard this, he was also shocked. He hurriedly brought his medicine box and ran over. He even put on the wrong shoe.
Zhang Kuo checked Mingde's breathing. When he found that he was still breathing, his heart was half relieved. When he checked again, he found that he was breathing in less than he was exhaling. He became worried again.
Laojunmei ordered someone to light the lamp. He went forward to take a look. Mingde's eyes were tightly shut. There was a blue and black mark on his neck. What was worse was the bite mark on his shoulder. A piece of flesh was almost bitten off.
Laojunmei softly said that he had sinned. Although Qianwandi was a ruthless person, he did not have any records of debauchery in the harem. Laojunmei had lived through three dynasties. Although he had saved people from the Emperor's bed, he had never seen someone so ruthless. It was as if he had directly taken Mingde's life.
Zhang Kuo softly said, "Honorable imperial physician, it is reasonable to say that we, as servants, cannot speak of the Emperor's thoughts. However, if anything happens to this little noble, your entire family will …"
Laojunmei hurriedly said, "This old official understands."
In the end, Mingde's life was saved.
Laojunmei used the Wolf Tiger Medicine to keep Mingde alive. The fever made Mingde sleep for three days. When he woke up, he had lost a lot of weight. However, at least his life was saved.
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That day, Laojunmei went in for an examination. Mingde had just finished bathing. He wrapped his body in a large woven golden towel. His feet stepped on the carpet and slowly walked towards the bed.
Laojunmei said that he had offended him. He hurriedly lowered his head and did not look. With just a glance, he seemed to see that there was something like a tattoo on Mingde's back. In a trance, he could not see it clearly. However, it looked like … the shape of a phoenix.
Laojunmei suddenly thought of the baby he had delivered eighteen years ago. His face suddenly changed color.
At this time, he heard Mingde's faint voice, "Honorable imperial physician, what did you see?"
Laojunmei suddenly looked up at his eyes. After carefully sizing him up, he was even more certain. He said in horror, "Ming … Empress Ming Rui!"
He had experienced three dynasties. There were many beauties in his harem. However, none of them could surpass Empress Ming Rui.
That impression was so deep in his mind that he could not forget it even though he had only caught a glimpse of it when he delivered the baby.
Mingde's voice was light. He said slowly, "Honorable imperial physician still remembers my mother. It really makes one feel emotional."
Laojunmei only felt his vision blur. When he looked again, he saw that Mingde had already arrived in front of him. One of his hands was raised in the air. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging. His thin and slender fingers were sharp like hooks. He was already in front of his eyes.
Laojunmei's hand loosened. The medicine box fell to the ground. He closed his eyes tightly. In his heart, he only said: It's over, it's over.
Who knew that the wind suddenly stopped in front of his eyes. There was no movement for a long time.
Laojunmei trembled as he opened his eyes. He saw Mingde smiling slightly and said, "… Honorable imperial physician is overthinking."
A vein on his forehead violently twitched. Laojunmei knew that it was a sign that he was restraining his killing intent.
Mingde took a deep breath and retreated to the side of the bed. He said in a low voice, "Honorable imperial physician, use the medicine."
He was very weak internally. He had to use acupuncture and medicine to recuperate.
Laojunmei held the long needle. His hand was trembling slightly.
While he was hesitating, he heard Mingde ask faintly, "What are you thinking about?"
Laojunmei's hand trembled. Mingde did not even open his eyes. He said, "I am not the Emperor's child. Don't worry."
He said it so clearly. Laojunmei was even more alarmed.
The less he knew about the imperial family, the better. Back then, Empress Mingrui's case involved many people. It was not easy for him to leave. He did not expect that eighteen years later, he would meet the baby he delivered at that time!
Laojunmei knew that if he made a sound at this time, he would die. Thus, he suppressed his fear and slowly performed acupuncture on Mingde.
Mingde leaned on the side of the bed. The marks on his body had not faded. His half-length hair spread over his shoulders. The black and white of his skin were distinct. His appearance was indescribably charming. It gave Laojunmei the illusion that he was treating Empress Mingrui's illness.
Mingde said faintly, "Don't be afraid. Just pretend that you don't know anything. Otherwise, the one who wants to kill you will not be me, but the Emperor."
Laojunmei hurriedly bowed, "Thank, thank you for your advice."
At this time, the door was gently knocked twice. Zhang Kuo whispered from outside, "Is Young Master Mingde feeling better?
The Emperor asked me to come and deliver something. "
He bowed and curtsied as he walked in. He waved his hand to summon a group of palace servants behind him. Each of them held a small plate with three pieces of black silver in their hands.
Zhang Kuo held a horsetail whisk and pointed at each item one by one. "This is the Snow Lotus Muscle Revitalizing Ointment bestowed by the Emperor … This is the Pear Blossom Dew … This is the Rose Frost … This is the Poria Root Ointment. He was afraid that Young Master would drink the Sour Plum Soup. That is something that is reserved. If Young Master's body isn't well, it will cause him to fall ill. This is much better … This is the Mother and Son Pearls that the South Yue Kingdom offered a few days ago. This is the Golden Jade Treasure Lotus Painting … Also, the Emperor said that this place is too dark.
Zhang Kuo signaled with his eyes. A palace servant bowed his head and handed over a pearl.
The Night Pearl was the size of a dragon's eye. It was sparkling and translucent, shining brightly. Just a pair of these was already very rare. Not to mention that Qianwandi said to change the entire bedchamber to this kind of lighting.
Zhang Kuo bowed while paying attention to Mingde's expression. He only felt that this little noble didn't have any emotions. He was so indifferent that he couldn't see any emotions.
After a while, Mingde raised his chin towards the palace servant and said, "Give it to me."
Zhang Kuo suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
In the end, he was still a child.
At this age, how could there be any deep hatred between them? It was fine to just cajole him a little. There wasn't anything that couldn't be resolved.
The palace servant hurriedly brought over a small plate.
Mingde picked up the Night Pearl and quietly looked at it for a while. Then he exerted some force and the pearl was directly crushed into powder.
The palace servant's legs went soft and he knelt down, "… … Young Master, please spare our lives!"
Mingde suddenly knocked over the small plate, "All of you scram!"
Zhang Kuo knelt on the ground, "Young Master, please spare the lowly lives of these servants!"
Mingde suddenly stood up. Zhang Kuo walked over on his knees and stood in front of him. He shouted himself hoarse, "Her Majesty has decreed!
If Young Master Mingde is dissatisfied with that item, then directly push out the palace servant who offered that item and behead him!
Although the lives of these servants are lowly, we still beg for Young Master's mercy! "
The palace servants behind him knelt down in a row and kowtowed desperately, "Young Master, please spare our lives!" "Please spare our lives!" "Please have mercy!
… … "
Mingde was so angry that his entire body trembled. He wanted to say something but couldn't. After staring blankly for a while, his body went limp and he collapsed.
Zhang Kuo and Old Jun Mei stepped forward to support him. They hurriedly dragged him to the side of the bed and hurriedly pressed his philtrum.
Mingde gasped for air for a while before slowly catching his breath. He stared at Zhang Kuo with a cold smile and said, "Hello … … Hello!"
Zhang Kuo waited on the side with his hands by his side. He signaled with his eyes for the servants to leave as he said, "Young Master, what are you saying?"
He personally made a cup of poria cream and used a small silver spoon to scoop a little into warm water. When it came out, it was exceptionally fragrant and sweet. He placed it in a crystal cup and respectfully placed it on the small tea table beside the bed. He then asked in a low voice, "Why are Young Master and the Emperor angry?
He is the Emperor after all. He has ten thousand ways to make you beg for death. Why are you making life difficult for yourself? "
Zhang Kuo's face was full of smiles. Although that smile was very respectful, it made people feel very uncomfortable.
Mingde silently looked at him for a while. He suddenly smiled and asked, "Zhang gonggong."
Zhang Kuo bowed and said, "This servant is here."
"How many years have you served the Emperor?"
"Replying to Young Master, thirty five years."
"Does the Emperor trust you a lot?"
Zhang Kuo hurriedly knelt down, "This servant doesn't dare to speak master's thoughts."
Mingde didn't move. He watched him kneel. After he knelt down, he slowly smiled and asked, "I heard that the Emperor doesn't treat the people around him very well. However, he has never punished you. Is that true?"
Zhang Kuo said, "It's just the Emperor showing some sympathy."
When he raised his eyes, he saw Mingde looking at him with a slight smile. That smile was indescribably beautiful and ruthless. Just that little bit of meaning was enough to make people's hearts tremble.
Mingde smiled and asked, "Then, if the two of us were here alone, and something happened to me, what would the Emperor think of you?"
Zhang Kuo was shocked. At this time, he saw Mingde's body tremble. A line of blood slowly flowed down the side of his lips!
Zhang Kuo hurriedly stood up. The horsetail whisk fell to the ground with a clang. He staggered out of the bedroom door. His voice was so shrill that it changed pitch, "Someone come!
Someone come!
Summon, summon the imperial physician! "