RPAGF Chapter 113 Husband and wife are one body
Chapter 113 Husband and wife are one body
Chu Mingzheng leaned over and asked, "Is it easy to copy?"
The man carried the chill of the dark night, a chill that made him feel a bit cold. Lu Mingyang subconsciously stepped back, "Don't worry, Your Highness."
The sound of my back hitting the table was particularly harsh in the quiet night.
Chu Mingzheng leaned over again, put his arms around her soft waist and lifted her up.
"what are you doing?"
Lu Mingyang subconsciously grabbed his shoulders, and when she came to her senses, she was already sitting on the futon. The man's hand gently lifted her skirt.
Lu Mingyang quickly pushed away the restless hands and hugged his knees.
Chu Mingzheng took out the medicine bottle from his arms and explained in a hoarse voice: "I'll help you apply the medicine."
"I dare not trouble you, Your Highness. My elder sister has already applied medicine to me." Lu Mingyang looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and added proudly, "It works better than yours."
"is it?"
The medicine bottle in his hand was faintly hot. He put it away with a look of disappointment, pointed at the food box on the ground, and asked carefully, "Are you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry. There are vegetarian meals in the temple." Lu Mingyang still refused coldly, with a coldness that kept people at a distance.
Chu Mingzheng said "hmm", moved the desk behind her to his front, and continued writing.
"Ah!" Lu Mingyang was so scared that he quickly pressed it down. Ink dripped onto the back of his hand, making it black.
Chu Mingzheng finally couldn't help it, "If you hate me so much, why are you still helping me?"
Lu Mingyang's memory of him still lingered on the moment he cruelly abandoned her on the road. She lowered her head and sneered, "I wanted to be the princess myself. It has nothing to do with Your Highness. You don't need to thank me. I can't bear it either."
"In that case, I'll write my own thing. It has nothing to do with you." Chu Mingzheng also got angry and pried open the woman's hand.
"Oh, no!"
While the two men were fighting, Lu Mingyang lay on the ground, his head resting on his broad palm. In front of him was the man's enlarged handsome face, and in his ears was the sound of rapid breathing.
The dancing candlelight flickered on the gauze covering the woman's scars, and Chu Mingzheng couldn't help but kiss her.
"Squeak!" Lu Mingyang groaned in pain.
Chu Mingzheng helped the woman up and didn't dare touch her body again.
In fact, the scar under her gauze had already scabbed over, and his kiss was so light that it didn't hurt at all. It was just a little itchy, and the itchiness scared her.
Lu Mingyang lowered his head and explained, "If Your Majesty lets someone check the handwriting, I'll be in trouble."
Chu Mingzheng said "Oh" softly and asked for advice again: "Can I help you grind the ink?"
"it is good!"
Although she was angry, she didn't dare to offend him too much. After all, she would have to make a living under him in the future. Thinking of this, Lu Mingyang stole a glance at the man fiddling with the desk, and suddenly realized a very serious problem.
My cousin had learned that the Ministry of Rites was going to shave his head, but he didn't know. Logically, he should have been furious and blamed me for acting on my own, but why did he seem so grateful to me instead of angry?
"What's wrong?" Chu Mingzheng held the brush and looked at the stunned girl.
"Nothing!" Lu Mingyang took the brush and lowered his head to copy the scriptures.
With him by her side, her writing gradually became more proficient. It took her a whole incense stick of time to finish a piece. Lu Mingyang smiled happily: "I'm writing faster!"
That beautiful smile infected the people around her. Chu Mingzheng pointed at the rice paper and said, "Write another one!"
Lu Mingyang turned his head to look out the dark window and reminded, "It's getting late, Your Highness, please go back!"
"I'm not sleepy. I'll write with you for a while."
Chu Mingzheng insisted. Lu Mingyang pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered softly, "I want to sleep too."
But he still obediently moved the written Buddhist scriptures away.
The next sheet of rice paper was covered in dense writing. To be more precise, it was a Buddhist scripture. Lu Mingyang, distraught, hurriedly picked it up to examine it. The next sheet was also covered in writing. Ten sheets in a row, all filled with Buddhist scriptures.
But she clearly only wrote it once.
Lu Mingyang looked at the man beside him in surprise, "Your Highness, what's going on?"
Chu Mingzheng smiled and hooked her nose. "What were you thinking about just now? You didn't even notice me changing the paper and ink."
"It's too dark." Lu Mingyang awkwardly rubbed his nose where he had touched her and whispered a thank you. With this, he only needed to write one article a day.
"Then you rest. I'm leaving." As he stood up, Chu Mingzheng didn't forget to look at the words she had written. He shook his head in disdain, "It's too ugly."
Although it was a complaint, the tone was full of doting, which made the listener feel a little delusional.
If it didn't rain in Yingchuan, would he destroy himself in order to distance himself from the matter?
Lu Mingyang mustered up the courage to chase after him and blocked the door.
"Your Highness, if it doesn't rain in Yingchuan, and I'm deposed as princess, could you please ask His Majesty to keep me in the palace? I don't want to be sent to a temple or exiled."
will die.
The fear in his eyes was so obvious that it made people feel heartbroken.
A glimmer of light flashed in Chu Mingzheng's eyes: "Since you knew the consequences, why did you save me?"
Lu Mingyang said frankly: "Husband and wife are one body. If Your Highness is in trouble, how can I survive alone?"
It turns out it was just for this.
The light in Chu Mingzheng's eyes dimmed, and he said calmly, "Since you know that husband and wife are one, what are you worried about?"
"Your Highness is wrong." Lu Mingyang raised his face weakly, tears sliding down his eyes: "A wife and husband are one, and a husband can divorce his wife at any time."
Chu Mingzheng lowered his head, anger etched between his brows: "In your heart, am I a selfish and heartless person?"
"Of course not!" Lu Mingyang smiled helplessly and told the truth: "But Your Highness has a choice, and I don't have a choice. I can't help but feel panic."
No choice?
Chu Mingzheng angrily grasped the thin shoulders, his hands trembling. "So, if your name wasn't written alongside mine on the imperial edict, you wouldn't care about my life or death at all?"
Isn't this true?
Lu Mingyang looked at the man in front of her in fear, not knowing where this nameless evil fire came from. The iron clamp on her shoulder gripped her, causing her pain. She lowered her head in self-mockery.
"If Your Highness doesn't want to, forget it."
Not all efforts in this world are rewarded, let alone efforts that are not recognized.
Chu Mingzheng's hand slowly moved upwards, caressing the woman's neck. He lifted her face, which refused to look directly at him, and leaned in to kiss her. His kiss was filled with resolute force, chasing the woman's lips and tongue as she frantically dodged, until she was exhausted and surrendered.
But he was reluctant to let go and greedily sucked in the sweet fragrance.
"Yangyang..." A hoarse voice came out. Chu Mingzheng touched the woman's chest and pleaded anxiously: "Yangyang, marry me, okay?"
It’s not the person, it’s the heart.
Lu Mingyang was so dizzy from his kiss that she finally found a moment of space, breathing in his scent. Suddenly, her chest felt warm, and her whole body stiffened. She nervously grabbed his hand, "Your Highness, this is in the Buddhist temple!"
She didn't hear clearly what he said with all his courage, her heart and eyes were filled with fear.
Fear of his touch.