Late at night, the moon is in the middle of the sky.

Rao Tu was wearing a thin skirt and sat under the window of the moon hole. The coquettish peony flowers squeezed into the window. In the shadow of the flowers and the moon, she drank a cup of plum wine by herself.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and a faint smell of alcohol drifted in. She turned her head and saw Shen Zhu, who was indifferently dressed in blue, with a smile on her face.

"Master—" She got up and walked to his side, pulling up his wide sleeves.

Shen Zhu looked down at this woman, charming but not demonic, for Qing Mei.

"I haven't seen you before," he said.

Rao Tu offered him a cup of tea, "The drifting of duckweed has no roots, and I just arrived in Jinling City half a year ago."

Shen Zhu took the tea cup and blew the tea mist lightly, but did not drink it, and sent the tea cup back to Rao Tu.

Rao Tu smiled slightly, took the tea cup and drank it, "It is said that Huang Menlang, Master Shen, is very thoughtful, and he is the number one person who is good at planning in Daliang, as expected."

Shen Zhu sneered, leaned over and picked her up, turned to sit on the edge of the bed, and put her on his lap, "But still a perfect body?"

Rao Tu calmly said, "No."

His sneer grew stronger, "A dirty woman just wants to seduce me?"

Rao Tu sat up straight, wrapped her arms around his neck, her sleeves slipped down, revealing two jade arms, "Do you really hate slaves?"

He didn't answer her question, but said thoughtfully: "Your origin is definitely not simple."

"Sir Shen is joking, if the slave really has some great origins, how can he fall into this place, goulan and laugh?"

"Goulan sells a smile?" He looked at Rao Tu carefully, the corners of her lips evoking a shocking smile.

He stretched out his thumb and brushed her lips, a touch of dark red rouge between his fingers.

Rao Tu smiled and said, "My lord ruined my makeup."

Shen Zhu calmly pulled out the hairpin on her temples, scattered like a waterfall of blue silk, and the rich floral fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

His throat moved slightly, and he said hoarsely, "You are like a person."

"Oh? Raotu has such good fortune?"

"A deceased person."

"I don't know which woman it is, the adults will never forget?"

"Don't forget? That's a woman with a heart like a scorpion. How can I never forget her?"

Rao Tu smiled lightly, "Master said, how does this slave look like her?"

Shen Zhu stared at her carefully, and after a long time he said, "The eyebrows, eyes, nose and nose are not the same, but...the aura in the flow of the eyes is full of resemblance."

Rao Tu sighed: "The adults hate her so much, it seems to be Rao's misfortune... um..."

He kissed her lips, put his big hands on the back of her head, and kissed her hard, as if he wanted to suck her soul out of her mouth.

After a long time, he finally let go of her. Tears welled up in Rao Tu's eyes, and she panted lightly, "It turns out that the lord likes to eat my rouge."

Shen Zhu threw her on the bed, got up and looked at her condescendingly, and said coldly: "A woman who is hooked is too quick to talk."

Rao Tu knelt up, held his white jade belt with both hands, raised her head and said, "There are still many things that you don't know."

Shen Zhu's eyes were hot, and his fingers pinched Ratu's lips, "I want to know, is there any other way for you to make me feel better?"

She untied his jade belt with a smile, "Slave is not good at this, you might as well give it a try, just... I'm afraid it will hurt the son."

Shen Zhu snorted heavily and pushed her to the bed...

Rao Tu was lying on the bed, the man showed no trace of tenderness, the rough intrusion made her whole body stiff, she clenched the corners of the splendid quilt, tears fell drop by drop, she endured him in a way that was almost humiliating.

There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, she had endured for so many years, changed her appearance, changed her voice, one day she will destroy his arrogance and everything!

She wants him to die!