Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 410 You can drink it while it’s hot

Liu Jiqian's breath sprayed hotly on Lu Wensheng's neck, and the surging emotions in his golden-red eyes almost turned into substance.

The inner demon now took control, filling him with paranoia and unwillingness. Those sealed memories were like imprisoned beasts, fighting in vain in the cage that chance had set for him.

At this moment, he only believed that Lu Wensheng's rejection was out of disgust, and he was completely unaware that the sweetheart the other party was talking about in the imperial study at that time was actually himself - he was jealous of me.

"In short, you can't run away. Now everyone knows that you have entered my princess's mansion." Liu Jiqian suddenly bit his earlobe, and the rubbing of his teeth was accompanied by a bit of cruelty and trembling temptation, and his voice was mixed with stubbornness.

"Either be a royal consort or a concubine...which one do you choose?" He rubbed the red marks on Lu Wensheng's wrist caused by the silk with his fingertips. A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, but he pretended to be calm, looking like a villain who was sure of victory.

This threat is completely harmless.

Lu Wensheng was pressed on the red brocade quilt where mandarin ducks were playing in the water. Looking at the blood on the corners of Liu Jiqian's lips, he suddenly laughed angrily: "...Are you crazy?" Liu Jiqian, I really don't have time to make trouble with you.

He struggled to prop up his upper body, but the other person pressed his knee against his waist and abdomen. The silver-gray hair brushed across his collarbone, causing a slight tremor.

However, Liu Jiqian misunderstood this sentence as sarcasm, and he stubbornly grabbed Lu Wensheng's wrist.

"No matter what you think, you only have these two choices now."

The bright red at the corners of Liu Jiqian's mouth made the other person's lips look even more vivid, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, but the aggrieved arc at the corners of his eyes made people feel a bit of ridiculous pity.

What kind of irrelevant reply is this? Lu Wensheng realized it later - if he hadn't understood it, he would have been fooled by this face.

He was so shocked by the other person's train of thought that he was speechless. He took a deep breath and tried to sort out his thoughts.

"Do you know who I am besides being the top scholar?"

"My consort." These five words were spoken with unquestionable certainty. Liu Jiqian even raised his chin slightly, and the end of his hair brushed across the back of Lu Wensheng's hand, like some small animal declaring its sovereignty - he would deliver the three books and six ceremonies to the Lu Mansion tomorrow.

Well, now this person seems to have no memory outside of the formation.

He looked at the flickering candlelight in Liu Jiqian's eyes, and suddenly realized that the other party might have been stimulated by something, which caused him to develop such an absurd obsession in the formation.

Lu Wensheng pinched his brows and tried to give up, trying to inject a bit of clarity into Liu, whose mind was full of "prince consort": "Is there a possibility... that the person I love is you?"

"Oh, I don't believe it. You were so arrogant just now, but now you just think I'm easy to deceive."

Liu Jiqian looked aggrieved, the candlelight shattered into gold foil under his eyes, and the red marks at the corners of his eyes spread to his cheekbones, like crushed rouge splashed on rice paper, exuding a breathtaking beauty.

Lu Wensheng's brain almost short-circuited. He really thought that he had done something outrageous - his memory was so vague, but his tea art was extremely good, right?

Liu Jiqian was confident in his guess: "I know your sweetheart, you don't have to lie to me."

Lu Wensheng was stunned: "Who is it?!" How come he didn't know? !

"Yan Qingshu, the female doctor from the Imperial Hospital."

Liu Jiqian's tone was firm, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red due to grievance. Every word he spoke was clear, as if he was reading out the charges, but his eyes were fixed on Lu Wensheng's expression, as if he wanted to find a trace of guilt in his eyes. Looking at Lu Wensheng's incredulous expression, he became even more certain.

Yan Qingshu, who was far away in the Imperial Hospital, sneezed without warning, and the pestle in her hand fell into the mortar with a clang. She rubbed her nose, looked out the window at the twilight and muttered, "When will Wei Xun come to see me?"

"But she has a lover, you are just wishful thinking." There was even a hint of relief in his tone.

Are you wishful thinking that Yan Qingshu is his partner? Lu Wensheng's mouth twitched.

"How could it be her?" Lu Wensheng wanted to sigh to the sky.

"Since it's not the case, it doesn't matter if I execute you?" Liu Jiqian suddenly tilted his head, and his fingertips wrapped around Lu Wensheng's falling hair, and his tone was so light as if he was discussing what snacks to have tonight.

Lu Wensheng, who was unsure of Liu Jiqian's personality, fell silent for a moment. His throat felt like a ball of water-soaked cotton was stuck, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

"Oh, it's true."

Lu Wensheng: "......" Does Liu Jiqian know that he is so difficult to deal with?"

Looking at the other party's serious and almost paranoid expression, Lu Wensheng suddenly felt an absurd sense of powerlessness.

Before Lu Wensheng could refute anything, there was a sudden noisy sound outside. Lu Wensheng was confused until he heard the voices of Tang He and the others. It was quite noisy...

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" outside the window, as if someone had kicked over a stone bench in the yard.

Then, Tang He's familiar loud voice penetrated the carved window lattice: "Brother Lu! We are here to save you!"

Along with it came Li Zhe's muffled roar: "Let our fellow Daoist Lu go!"

Liu Jiqian's pupils suddenly shrank and he sneered: "Well, you are worthy of being the number one scholar. You said so much to me, but it turned out to be a delaying tactic!" He stared outside the tent with gritted teeth, but when Lu Wensheng tried to get up, he suddenly pressed his shoulders like a beast guarding its food.

Isn't this just adding to the chaos? Lu Wensheng wanted to cry but had no tears, so he simply lay back on the bed, with his limbs spread out like a "big" character - that's it, I'm tired, whatever.

Now the yellow mud is falling down my crotch, it's shit if not shit.

"boom!"

The carved wooden door was suddenly knocked open, and the gilded candlestick was swept down by the wind, rolling more than a foot on the carpet, and the candle wax spilled into a red golden peony.

Li Zhe rushed to the front with a long knife in his hand, and the blade cast a distorted reflection in the candlelight; Tang He followed closely behind, the jade hairpin on his bun was crooked to a mess, and in his hand was clutched half a blue brick that he had pried off the wall; Ye Yingzhou held the door frame to take a breath, and drew the soft sword from his waist; Yan Zhaoming came in last, holding a rolling pin he had taken from the kitchen in his hand, and his eyes glanced around vigilantly.

Li Zhe stared with his eyes wide open, with the tip of the knife pointing at Liu Jiqian's back: "What are you doing?" He looked strangely familiar.

Tang He was about to rush forward with the brick in his hand, but when he saw the situation on the bed clearly, he suddenly stopped and the brick fell to the ground with a "clack". "Master, Senior Brother..."

Lu Wensheng covered his face, feeling that his expression at this moment must be uglier than crying.

The four people's pupils suddenly shrank when they saw the scene on the bed -

Lu Wensheng was pressed on a red brocade quilt, his collar half open, with red marks winding across his wrists, while Liu Jiqian was leaning over and hugging him, his silver-gray hair scattered on his chest, and there was blood at the corners of his lips.

The four of them froze in place for a moment, an awkward silence filling the air.

The expressions on the faces of the people who broke in were suddenly colorful - Tang He's mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg in, and Li Zhe's knife fell to the ground with a clang.