Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 772: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Wen Yu stared at her smiling eyes and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

"Does your Majesty know the reason why I came here so late at night?"

"About... I know."

Song Yuesheng was still smiling.

however.

Wen Yu suddenly moved his hand that was pinching her cheek down, and rubbed the corner of her lips with his thumb, rubbing the smile red.

Seeing that she was indifferent, he said in a low voice: "You won't resist even if this happens?"

Song Yuesheng tilted her face up and let him do what he wanted; her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes.

"As a concubine in the harem..." Her fingertips lightly brushed across his belt, "Your Majesty can do anything."

These words were like a fire, instantly igniting the darkness in Wen Yu's eyes.

He suddenly picked her up horizontally, and her brocade shoes fell to the ground with a "pa".

Song Yuesheng's hairpin slipped off with this movement, and her black hair scattered on the quilt like a waterfall.

He leaned forward, and the scent of ambergris filled the air.

But the person under him still looked normal, and even had the leisure to play with a strand of his hanging hair.

Wen Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore, pinched her chin, and spat out two words through gritted teeth.

"fraud."

Song Yuesheng suddenly laughed out loud, then turned over and sat up lightly.

"No more acting?"

She tilted her head, a sly gleam in her eyes.

The man froze in place, his pupils dilated slightly: "You..."

"You noticed it when you first came in."

Song Yuesheng casually pulled her hair back.

Her fingertips tapped his collar, "But since you don't admit it and you're wearing it... I'll just continue the act with you."

The truth might be that when Wen Yu was doing something, his secondary personality inexplicably ran out, so that he didn't even have time to change his dragon-patterned clothes.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly, and she suddenly realized something she had overlooked.

This may happen often.

So, did Wen Yu really not notice the connection between him and Wen Yu?

Wen Yu - or rather Wen Yu - looked down at his dragon-patterned uniform, his expression changing again and again, and finally he chuckled.

He looked at Song Yuesheng: "Ah Heng, you didn't resist because of me, right?"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew outside the window, making the window frame creak.

Wen Yu's face suddenly darkened.

"I haven't seen you for a while, and you've become a concubine." His voice was filled with suppressed anger. "The palace said that my brother treats you very well. Not only did he issue a decree allowing you to enter and leave the library at will, but the deputy director of the Imperial Observatory was also dismissed..."

"Ah Heng."

Wen Yu suddenly leaned closer, slid his fingertips across her face, and his voice was so light that it sounded like a sigh.

"I don't believe anything others say. I want to hear you tell me, have you betrayed me...our agreement?"

"No." Song Yuesheng looked into his red eyes, "He treated me like this because he found out that we met as children."

Wen Yu was stunned.

Suddenly he reached out and held her in his arms.

"I met you first."

His voice was muffled in her hair, choking a little.

"Even if you have no intention...on me, you can't fall in love with someone else so easily."

His embrace was painfully tight.

The whole person was trembling slightly.

Song Yuesheng lowered her eyes: "I'm sorry, it's my fault that you became like this."

She's been thinking about it again and again lately.

Perhaps it was when it was hinted that Wen Yu and He Yingxue's souls were one that the butterfly effect of "one word creating memory" was created.

But now "One Word Memory" has already predicted her behavior in advance, and even made the "Ah Heng" game a long time ago.

Just like big data determines preferences.

Not a good thing.

Wen Yu's arms suddenly tightened, locking her tightly in his arms.

Song Yuesheng could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest and the rapid beating of his heart, which continued to beat like a drum, deafening.

"I don't want to hear your apology." His voice was hoarse and a little stubborn, "I have always been willing to do this for you."

"Ah Heng..."

He whispered her name, his hot breath fanning her ear.

Song Yuesheng suddenly raised her face and before Wen Yu could react, she gently kissed his lips.

The kiss was as brief as a dragonfly touching the water.

"Don't let your imagination run wild in the future." Her voice was soft and soothing. "It's not that easy for me to fall in love with someone."

She ran her fingertips lightly across his cheek, "In fact, you're very important to me so far."

Words spoken on the bed can never be trusted.

But if it can help the mission go smoothly, she doesn't mind saying some coaxing words.

Wen Yu was stunned, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.

His throat rolled: "Not enough."

Song Yuesheng blinked.

"Ah Heng, say what you just said again..."

"You are important to me?"

"You are very important to me, too."

Before she finished her words, Wen Yu's knuckles had already sunk deeply into her hair.

His kiss came quickly and hard, with a bit of ferocity, as if he wanted to pour out all the emotions that he had been searching for in vain over the years.

Song Yuesheng was pushed against the bed by him, her waist aching, but she never pushed him away.

The gauze curtain swayed slightly, and the candlelight flickered.

When Wen Yu released her with a gasp, he stroked her slightly swollen lips with his thumb, his eyes full of regret.

"sorry......"

His voice was extremely hoarse.

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes with some confusion in his eyes: "Why are you apologizing suddenly?"

Wen Yu pursed his lips and said nothing. When he turned over and sat up, his clothes were already in disarray.

He stood in front of the bed, his figure against the light seemed particularly lonely: "Ah Heng, you have to be careful of the Queen Mother and the Imperial Observatory."

After a pause, he added, "Lin Wuxia...will return to the palace the day after tomorrow."

The night wind blew through the hall and blew out the last candle.

When Song Yuesheng came to his senses, Wen Yu was no longer in the hall.

Zhenshu and Zhiqi stood in the corridor, watching the emperor's receding figure disappear around the corner of the palace wall, then they tiptoedly pushed open the carved wooden door of the bedroom.

"My lady, you are..."

The sound of Zhenshu stopped abruptly, and his eyes fell on the ink-colored nightgown in the master's hand.

Zhiqi was sharp-eyed and caught a glimpse of Song Yuesheng's slightly swollen lips. He exchanged a knowing look with Zhenshu.

The two of them tacitly did not ask any more questions, but just took a half step forward with their chess pieces, with unconcealed worry in their voices: "Madam, it's late now..."

"It's better to do things in the dead of night."

Song Yuesheng tied up her long hair neatly, and her nightgown was tight-fitting, outlining her slender waistline.

She turned her head and looked out the window, and a few lights were faintly visible in the direction of the Imperial Observatory.

When Lin Wuxia comes back, it will be difficult to check those records.

Her solemn expression was reflected in the bronze mirror.

Wen Yu came to remind her specifically, indicating that the Queen Mother had bypassed the Emperor and privately recalled the Supervisor.

The purpose was probably to drive out this "evil concubine who brought disaster to the country".

Zhenshu wanted to persuade him again, but he saw that his master had already tied up his face veil, leaving only a pair of clear eyes exposed.

"Go and take a rest." Song Yuesheng's voice was a little muffled through the face scarf. "If anyone comes to ask, just say that I went to bed early."

……

On the bluestone path outside Qiwu Palace, Wen Yu's footsteps became slower and slower.

The moonlight stretched his shadow very long, casting it on the mottled palace wall, like a hideous wound.

Wen Yu raised his hand and pressed his temple, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Ah Heng...

How could he tell her that he and his royal brother had become two sides of the same coin because of a strange disease?

Even he himself couldn't remember when all this began.

Was it the day my mother died?

Or was it earlier, when he was locked up and lived with a flock of crows?

The apology just now was because she realized that her momentary loss of control would cause the emperor's brother to vent his anger on her...

Wen Yu suddenly stopped and his voice was as cold as ice.

"come out."

Two figures wearing crow iron masks appeared from behind the rockery, their black robes almost blending into the night.

If it were in the past, Wen Yu would definitely drive them away.

But at this moment, he said, "Why did my brother ask you to investigate Ah Heng?"

"Second Young Master..."

Jackdaw's voice came from behind the iron mask, with a hint of hesitation.

The dagger in Wen Yu's sleeve flashed coldly.

The tip of the blade was against his heart.

Under the moonlight, the blade glowed with a faint cold light, which contrasted with the madness in his eyes.

"I die……"

Wen Yu chuckled and moved his wrist slightly.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced through the brocade robe, and blood slowly spread on the dark fabric like red plum blossoms.

"My brother can't survive either."