The night was getting darker, and the lights of the Qin Palace slowly disappeared, but the lights in the only place were stubbornly flashing in the night. The red lotus whose identity changed again was stirring the wick. The round face reflected the ivory whiteness under the lights, but the slightly frown brow was telling others that she was not as relaxed as she showed at this time.

Honglian, who was worried, took advantage of the opportunity of adjusting the lights to slowly observe the hall where she was. In terms of luxury, it may not be as good as the former Han Palace, but Honglian saw something else in it, that is power.

This is a place that can attract people all over the world, not because it is so magnificent and luxurious, but because of its owner.

The former Han Palace was to demonstrate the status and power of the Han King, but here, the Qin King gave this not-special hall a special meaning.

This was what Honglian thought of at this moment. When she thought of her master, Honglian couldn't help but look at the other side. In front of the huge desk, a young man who was less than her was looking through the desk, which piled up on it, occupying almost one-third of the area, and was writing something on it from time to time.

What would my sixteen-year-old look like? Honglian looked at the boy in front of her and couldn't help but think.

If everything has not changed, I may still be as heartless and carefree as four years later?

But that can only exist in dreams.

His father was defeated and lost everything, including his daughter.

Honglian, thinking about her worries, walked to the side of the desk and stood there quietly. She didn't teach her these, but she had seen what she should do as a maid. However, her father would never be dealing with the bamboo slips that made her look numb at this time. At this time, Han Wangan would only be in one place.

Thinking of this, Honglian felt hot all over, because she thought of herself, what should she do?

Honglian, who thought of what she might face next, felt dizzy. At this time, she didn't know what she was thinking. Looking at the fewer and fewer bamboo slips, her heart was beating faster and faster. Just when Honglian could hardly hold on, she heard Ying Zheng say:

"what's on your mind?"

It turned out that at some point, Ying Zheng had put down the bamboo slips in his hand and had already seen the changes in the red lotus.

"No, no." Honglian, who was interrupted by Ying Zheng's surprise attack, replied hurriedly.

Ying Zheng looked at Honglian a few more times, as if he wanted to see her heart from her face. Unfortunately, acting is a woman's talent, and it has nothing to do with her age. Honglian is still the same.

"Red Lotus?" Ying Zheng looked at the girl in front of him, and for some reason he thought of something, a chuckled across the corner of his mouth, then he stopped talking, and walked towards the bed deep in the hall.

Behind her was the Honglian, who was walking harder and heavier. Even though she had already prepared her mind, she was inevitably afraid.

What will happen next? The answer to this question is not complicated, and Honglian can naturally figure it out.

Although I knew that there would be such a day sooner or later, when this day really came, Honglian found that she could not be as calm as she thought.

Thinking that the big enough Honglian in this hall finally came to a place that scared her, but the small couch located in the corner made Honglian see a glimmer of hope.

But was that really her hope? Obviously not.

Ying Zheng, who was already sitting on the bed, looked at Honglian who was almost moving step by step in front of him, as if he had discovered something, and did not make a sound. He just looked at Honglian, obviously very curious about what she would do next.

Even if you put your steps to the slowest, that distance is too short, and the time you can leave Honglian can't be as long as Honglian expects.

Honglian, who had crossed that distance, squatted at Ying Zheng's feet. Although she was clumsy, she still took off her socks for Ying Zheng in a decent manner.

"What are you afraid of?" Ying Zheng, who was holding one foot in Honglian's arms, obviously felt the trembling in Honglian's body. Ying Zheng, who understood the reason, pretended not to know.

"I'm not afraid." Honglian raised her head calmly and said.

"But in Gu's eyes, you seem to be very afraid of Gu." Ying Zheng said.

"Me?" Honglian hesitated for a moment, thinking about the protection of the king in front of him when he was in Zhiyang Palace, he felt a little warm in his heart, and seemed to have less fear of what happened next.

At this time, Ying Zheng had already lie down flat, leaving only Honglian who had no basis to advance and retreat and stayed in the original place.

As time went by, Honglian knew that she had no choice but to take off her clothes that were not much like she was destined to accept her fate. When the last piece of clothing disappeared, the burden on her body and the burden on her heart disappeared at the same time.

When there is still choice, you will be unable to move forward and retreat. When there is no choice, all hesitation will disappear without a trace.

Even in summer, Honglian, who still felt cold all over her body, slowly walked towards the edge of the couch, and then crawled up along Ying Zheng's feet until she entered the place that made her extremely scared.

"Did Mrs. Mingzhu teach you these?" Ying Zheng asked while half asleep.

"Yes." Honglian curled up in a ball and responded with the feeling of heat.

"What else did she teach you?"

When Honglian heard this question, her body stiffened significantly. Then she raised her head and walked forward, gently moving her lower jaw, like a kitten stealing fish.

"Go to sleep there." Ying Zheng, who let go of the red lotus, turned over and said to the inside.

At this time, Honglian, who had completely changed color, looked at the back of her back in front of her with her eyes blankly. She was mixed for a moment, but she still moved to the end of the bed according to Ying Zheng's order.

The hall then fell into silence until a faint and rhythmic breathing sound came.

Only Honglian still stared at the darkness that could not see anything at all. Honglian, who didn't like to use her brain, thought a lot at this time.

She thought of the joy of childhood, the struggle in Zhangtai Palace for three years, the father she met before, and the hateful person of Mrs. Mingzhu, until now, Ying Zheng, who could hear his breathing...

It was not until the uncontrollable sleepiness came that Honglian slowly fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but Honglian, who is sleeping, only felt that her breathing is getting heavier and heavier. She felt uncomfortable as if she was suppressed by some heavy object in front of her, so she opened her eyes.

At this time, Honglian realized why she was so? It turned out that her feet were tightly held in her arms, but the feet were emitting a faint coolness in this hot summer. If it weren't for this, Honglian wouldn't have let her sleeping act like this.
Chapter completed!